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He
continued
,
now
,
to
talk
to
her
volubly
and
gaily
,
deploring
his
lateness
,
grumbling
at
the
demands
on
his
time
,
and
good
-
humouredly
mimicking
Miss
Hatchard
’
s
benevolent
agitation
.
“
She
hurried
off
Miles
to
ask
Mr
.
Royall
to
speak
at
the
Town
Hall
tomorrow
:
I
didn
’
t
know
till
it
was
done
.
”
Charity
was
silent
,
and
he
added
:
“
After
all
,
perhaps
it
’
s
just
as
well
.
No
one
else
could
have
done
it
.
”
Charity
made
no
answer
:
She
did
not
care
what
part
her
guardian
played
in
the
morrow
’
s
ceremonies
.
Like
all
the
other
figures
peopling
her
meagre
world
he
had
grown
non
-
existent
to
her
.
She
had
even
put
off
hating
him
.
“
Tomorrow
I
shall
only
see
you
from
far
off
,
”
Harney
continued
.
“
But
in
the
evening
there
’
ll
be
the
dance
in
the
Town
Hall
.
Do
you
want
me
to
promise
not
to
dance
with
any
other
girl
?
”
Any
other
girl
?
Were
there
any
others
?
She
had
forgotten
even
that
peril
,
so
enclosed
did
he
and
she
seem
in
their
secret
world
.
Her
heart
gave
a
frightened
jerk
.
“
Yes
,
promise
.
”
He
laughed
and
took
her
in
his
arms
.
“
You
goose
—
not
even
if
they
’
re
hideous
?
”
He
pushed
the
hair
from
her
forehead
,
bending
her
face
back
,
as
his
way
was
,
and
leaning
over
so
that
his
head
loomed
black
between
her
eyes
and
the
paleness
of
the
sky
,
in
which
the
white
star
floated
.
.
.
Side
by
side
they
sped
back
along
the
dark
wood
-
road
to
the
village
.
A
late
moon
was
rising
,
full
orbed
and
fiery
,
turning
the
mountain
ranges
from
fluid
gray
to
a
massive
blackness
,
and
making
the
upper
sky
so
light
that
the
stars
looked
as
faint
as
their
own
reflections
in
water
.
At
the
edge
of
the
wood
,
half
a
mile
from
North
Dormer
,
Harney
jumped
from
his
bicycle
,
took
Charity
in
his
arms
for
a
last
kiss
,
and
then
waited
while
she
went
on
alone
.
They
were
later
than
usual
,
and
instead
of
taking
the
bicycle
to
the
library
she
propped
it
against
the
back
of
the
wood
-
shed
and
entered
the
kitchen
of
the
red
house
.
Verena
sat
there
alone
;
when
Charity
came
in
she
looked
at
her
with
mild
impenetrable
eyes
and
then
took
a
plate
and
a
glass
of
milk
from
the
shelf
and
set
them
silently
on
the
table
.
Charity
nodded
her
thanks
,
and
sitting
down
,
fell
hungrily
upon
her
piece
of
pie
and
emptied
the
glass
.
Her
face
burned
with
her
quick
flight
through
the
night
,
and
her
eyes
were
dazzled
by
the
twinkle
of
the
kitchen
lamp
.
She
felt
like
a
night
-
bird
suddenly
caught
and
caged
.
