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XXVI. THE SURBITON INTERLUDE |
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It was really very friendly of him. He declared he was only sorry his news ended there. Should he follow them, and bring her back? He had come to her because he knew of her anxiety. "It is GOOD of you," she said, and quite instinctively took and pressed his hand. "And to think of that poor girl--tonight! It's dreadful." She looked into the fire that she had lit when he came in, the warm light fell upon her dark purple dress, and left her features in a warm shadow. She looked such a slight, frail thing to be troubled so. "We must follow her." Her resolution seemed magnificent. "I have no one to go with me." "He must marry her," said the man. "She has no friends. We have no one. After all--Two women.--So helpless." And this fair-haired little figure was the woman that people who knew her only from her books, called bold, prurient even! Simply because she was great-hearted--intellectual. He was overcome by the unspeakable pathos of her position. "Mrs. Milton," he said. "Hetty!" She glanced at him. The overflow was imminent. "Not now," she said, "not now. I must find her first." "Yes," he said with intense emotion. (He was one of those big, fat men who feel deeply.) "But let me help you. At least let me help you." "But can you spare time?" she said. "For ME." "For you--" "But what can I do? what can WE do?" "Go to Midhurst. Follow her on. Trace her. She was there on Thursday night, last night. She cycled out of the town. Courage!" he said. "We will save her yet!" She put out her hand and pressed his again. |
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