Dynevor Terrace: or, the clue of life — Volume 2 by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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The fresh discomfiture made poor Louis feel utterly dejected and almost hopeless, but lest silence should seem to consent, he said, 'When you see Mary, you will be willing for me to do anything rather than lose what is so dear and so noble.' 'Yes, I will see Mary. We will settle it between us, and have it right yet; but we must give her to-day to think it over, and get over the first shock. When she has had a little time for reflection, a few cool arguments from me will bring her to reason.' So it was all to be settled over Louis's passive head; and thus satisfied, his father, who was exceedingly sorry for him, forgot his anger, and offered to go home alone as Clara's escort, promising to return on the Monday, to bring the full force of his remonstrances to bear down Mary's scruples. Lord Ormersfield believed Clara too much of a child to have any ideas on what was passing; and had it depended on him, she must have gone home in an agony of ignorance on the cause of her cousin's trouble, but Louis came with them to the station, and contrived to say to her while walking up and down the platform, 'Her father is bitter against me. He has sent for her, and she is going!' Clara looked mutely in his face, with a sort of inquiring dismay. 'You'll hear all about it when my father has told Aunt Kitty,' said Louis. 'Clara,'--he paused, and spoke lower--'tell her I see what is right now; tell her to--to pray for me, that I may not be talked into tampering with my conscience or with hers. Don't let it dwell on you |
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