g him half-way,
cried out in the unnaturally loud tones of the very deaf:
"They don't bring my sister back. She is drowned, drowned. But you still
have Anitra," she exclaimed in child-like triumph. "Anitra will be good
to you. Don't forsake the poor girl. She will go where you go and be very
obedient and not get angry ever again."
He felt his hair rise. Something in her look, something in her manner of
making evident the indefinable barrier between them even while expressing
her desire to accompany him, made such a disturbance in his brain that
for the moment he no longer knew himself, nor her, nor the condition of
things about him. If she saw the effect she produced, she gave no
evidence of it. She had begun to smile and her smile transformed her. The
wild look which was never long out of her eyes softened into a milder
gleam, and dimples he had been accustomed to see around lips he had
kissed and called the sweetest in the world flashed for a moment in the
face before him with a story of love he dared not read, yet found it
impossible to forget or see unmoved.
"What trial is this into which my unhappy fate has plunged me!" thought
he. "Can reason stand it? Can I see this woman daily, hourly, and not go
mad between my doubts and my love?"
His face had turned so stern that even she noticed it, and in a trice the
offending dimples disappeared.
"You are angry," she pouted. "You don't want Anitra. Nod if it is so, nod
and I will go away."
He did not nod; he could not. She seemed to gather courage at this, and
though she did not smile again, she gave him a happy look as she said:
"I have no home now, nor any friend since sister has gone. I don't want
any if I can stay with you and learn things. I want to be like sister.
She was nice and wore pretty clothes. She gave me some, but I don't know
where they are. I don't like this dress. It's black and all bad round the
bottom where I fell into the mud."
She looked down at her dress. It showed, in spite of Mrs. Deo's effort at
cleaning it, signs of her tramp through the wet lane. He looked at it
too, but it was mechanically. He was debating in his mind a formidable
question. Should he grasp her hand, insist that she was Georgian and
demand her confidence and the truth? or should he follow the lawyer's
advice and continue to accept appearances, meet her on her own ground and
give her the answer called for by her lonely and forsaken position? He
found after a momen
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