Dynevor Terrace: or, the clue of life — Volume 2 by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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cushions, placed her on the sofa, and hung over her to chafe her
hands, and bathe her forehead with eau de Cologne; while, as he detected signs of hasty preparations about the room, he added, 'Don't trouble yourself with your arrangements; I will see about all I can to help you. Only rest, and cure your head.' 'Say that one thing to me again,' whispered Mary, ere letting his hand go. Again he murmured the words, 'Commit thy way unto the Lord, and He shall bring it to pass.' Then Mary felt her hand pressed to his lips, but she would not unclose her burning eyes; she would fain sleep beneath the impress of that spell of patient confidence. The gentle authority of his manner had deprived Miss Ponsonby of all notion of interfering. This 'odious, frivolous young man of fashion,' so entirely disconcerted her ideas of ardent lovers, or of self-interested puppies, that she gazed at him, surprised and softened; and when he looked at her anxiously, to judge whether Mary would find in her a kind comforter, her eyes were full of tears, and she said as they left the room, 'It must be a great relief to my poor Mary that you see it so sensibly. She has been suffering much in anticipation of this meeting.' 'Her unselfishness goes to one's heart!' said Louis, almost overcome. 'If she would but have spared herself yesterday!' 'Ah! she said she could not bear that you should be pained on your |
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