One of those hanging moments ensued—
hypnotic. "I am quite easy
now; receive my blessing, my dear son; and if we never meet again, rest assured
my last prayer shall be for you. The salt air was
fresher than the stale air in the manor. ”
She looked at him doubtfully. Fine woman, Lady
Trafford—a little on the wane though. Capes was irritatingly judicial in the matter, neither
absurdly against, in which case one might have smashed him, or hopelessly
undecided, but tepidly sceptical. It might prove rewarding. 4. Sometimes her
straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and
decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of
passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. After you went he got
up and took refuge in the preparation-room. She took it up in her many-ringed hands and read it judicially. “Well?” she said. ’
‘Yes, but how are you going to find her?’
‘I will ask—’
She broke off. He trembled violently. He felt her warm
breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him.
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