Sandra Belloni — Volume 4 by George Meredith
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Emilia now thought that he was practising evasion.
"I will light it," she said. Mr. Pole gave a wearied sigh. His head being still turned to the glass, he listened with a shrouded face for her movements: saying, "Good night; good night; I'll light my own. There's a dear!" A shouting was in his ears, which seemed to syllable distinctly: "If she goes at once, I'm safe." The sight of pain at all was intolerable to him; but he had a prophetic physical warning now that to witness pain inflicted by himself would be more than he could endure. Emilia breathed a low, "Good night." "Good night, my love--all right to-morrow!" he replied briskly; and remorse touching his kind heart as the music of her 'good night' penetrated to it by thrilling avenues, he added injudiciously: "Don't fret. We'll see what we can do. Soon make matters comfortable." "I love you, and I know you will not stab me," she answered. "No; certainly not," said Mr. Pole, still keeping his back to her. Struck with a sudden anticipating fear of having to go through this scene on the morrow, he continued: "No misunderstands, mind! Wilfrid's done with." |
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