FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100  
101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   >>   >|  
to-day than ever at the Court or the Rectory. Besides, Miss Godden, your position on Walland Marsh is very much better than ours. You're a great personage, you know." "Reckon folks talk about me," said Joanna proudly. "Maybe you've heard 'em." He nodded. "You've heard about me and Arthur Alce?" "I've heard some gossip." "Don't you believe it. I'm fond of Arthur, but he ain't my style--and I could do better for myself ..." She paused--her words seemed to hang in the flickering warmth of the room. She was waiting for him to speak, and he felt a little shocked and repelled. She was angling for him--he had never suspected that. "I must go," he said, standing up. "So soon?" "Yes--tradition sends one home on Christmas Day." He moved towards the door, and she followed him, glowing and majestic in the shadows of the firelit room. Outside, the sky was washed with a strange, fiery green, in which the new kindled stars hung like lamps. They stood for a moment on the threshold, the warm, red house behind them, before them the star-hung width and emptiness of the Marsh. Martin blocked the sky for Joanna, as he turned and held out his hand. Then, on the brink of love, she hesitated. A memory smote her--of herself standing before another man who blocked the sky, and in whose eyes sat the small, enslaved image of herself. Was she just being a fool again?--Ought she to draw back while she had still the power, before she became his slave, his little thing, and all her bigness was drowned in his eyes. She knew that whatever she gave him now could never be taken back. Here stood the master of the mistress of Ansdore. As for Martin, his thoughts were of another kind. "Good-bye," he said, renouncing her--for her boldness and her commonness and all that she would mean of change and of foregoing--"Good-bye, Joanna." He had not meant to say her name, but it had come, and with it all the departing adventure of love. She seemed to fall towards him, to lean suddenly like a tree in a gale--he smelt a fresh, sweet smell of clean cotton underclothing, of a plain soap, of free unperfumed hair ... then she was in his arms, and he was kissing her warm, shy mouth, feeling that for this moment he had been born. Sec.12 "Well, where have you been?" asked Sir Harry, as his son walked in at the hall door soon after six. "I've been having dinner with Joanna Godden." "The deuce you have." "I looked in to see h
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100  
101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Joanna

 

blocked

 
Martin
 

standing

 

moment

 
Godden
 

Arthur

 
mistress
 
master
 

Ansdore


thoughts
 

foregoing

 

change

 

renouncing

 

boldness

 

commonness

 

drowned

 

bigness

 

adventure

 
feeling

walked
 

looked

 

dinner

 
suddenly
 
departing
 

enslaved

 

kissing

 
unperfumed
 

cotton

 

underclothing


angling
 

proudly

 

suspected

 
tradition
 

personage

 

glowing

 

Reckon

 

Christmas

 

repelled

 
shocked

paused

 
gossip
 

waiting

 
nodded
 
flickering
 

warmth

 
majestic
 

shadows

 

turned

 
emptiness