The Twins - A Domestic Novel by Martin Farquhar Tupper
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"Well, Julian dear, perhaps your brother will not mind your going with
him; particularly as Emily stays at home with me." This Mrs. Tracy spoke archly, intended as a hint to induce Julian to remain: but he had other thoughts--and simply said, in an ill-tempered tone of voice, "Done, Charles." It was a dilemma for our escaping hero; but glancing a last look at Emily, he departed, and walked on some way as quietly as might be with Julian by his side: thinking, perhaps, he would soon be tired; and suffering him to fancy, if he would, that Charles was bound either on some amorous pilgrimage, or some charitable mission. But they left Burleigh behind them--and got upon the common--and passed it by, far out of sight and out of hearing--and were skirting the high banks of the darkly-flowing Mullet--and still there was Julian sullenly beside him. In vain Charles had tried, by many gentle words, to draw him into common conversation: Julian would not speak, or only gave utterance to some hinted phrase of insult: his brow was even darker than usual, and night was coming on apace, and he still tramped steadily along beside his brother, digging his sturdy stick into the clay, for very spite's sake. At length, as they yet walked along the river's side in that unfrequented place, Julian said, on a sudden, in a low strange tone, as if keeping down some rising rage within him, "Mr. Charles, you love Emily Warren." "Well, Julian, and who can help loving her?" It was innocently said; but still a maddening answer, for he loved her too. |
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