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One of Our Conquerors - World eBook Library

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<strong>One</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Our</strong> <strong>Conquerors</strong><br />

CHAPTER XXIX<br />

SHOWS ONE OF THE SHADOWS OF THE<br />

WORLD CROSSING A VIRGIN’S MIND<br />

NASTA AND HER MAID were brought back safely through the<br />

dusk by their constellation <strong>of</strong> a boy, to whom the provident<br />

ladies had entrusted her. They could not but note how short<br />

her syllables were. Her face was only partly seen. They had<br />

returned refreshed from their drive on the populous and orderly<br />

parade—so fair a pattern <strong>of</strong> their England!—after discoursing<br />

<strong>of</strong> ‘the dear child,’ approving her manners, instancing<br />

pro<strong>of</strong>s <strong>of</strong> her intelligence, nay, her possession <strong>of</strong> ‘character.’<br />

They did so, notwithstanding that these admissions were<br />

worse than their growing love for the girl, to confound established<br />

ideas. And now, in thoughtfulness on her behalf,<br />

Dorothea said, ‘We have considered, Nesta, that you may be<br />

lonely; and if it is your wish, we will leave our card on your<br />

new acquaintance.’ Nesta took her hand and kissed it; she<br />

declined, saying, ‘No,’ without voice.<br />

They had two surprises at the dinner-hour. <strong>One</strong> was the<br />

card <strong>of</strong> Dartrey Fenellan, naming an early time next day for<br />

his visit; and the other was the appearance <strong>of</strong> the Rev. Stuart<br />

Rem, a welcome guest. He had come to meet his Bishop.<br />

He had come also with serious information for the ladies,<br />

regarding the Rev. Abram Posterley. No sooner was this out<br />

<strong>of</strong> his mouth than both ladies exclaimed:<br />

‘Again!’ So serious was it, that there had been a consultation<br />

at the Wells; Mr. Posterley’s friend, the Rev. Septimus<br />

Barmby, and his own friend, the Rev. Groseman Buttermore,<br />

had journeyed from London to sit upon the case: and, ‘<strong>One</strong><br />

hoped,’ Mr. Stuart Rem said, ‘poor Posterley would be restored<br />

to the senses he periodically abandoned.’ He laid a<br />

hand on Tasso’s curls, and withdrew it at a menace <strong>of</strong> teeth.<br />

Tasso would submit to rough caresses from Mr. Posterley; he<br />

would not allow Mr. Stuart Rem to touch him. Why was<br />

that? Perhaps for the reason <strong>of</strong> Mr. Posterley’s being so emotional<br />

as perpetually to fall a victim to some bright glance<br />

and require the rescue <strong>of</strong> his friends; the slave <strong>of</strong> woman had<br />

a magnet for animals!<br />

Dorothea and Virginia were drawn to compassionate sentiments,<br />

in spite <strong>of</strong> the provokeing recurrence <strong>of</strong> Mr.<br />

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