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CHAPTER XXIX
THE SICKNESS
It was while I was still at Castle Clody that a message came to me one
morning saying that some one desired to speak with me; and when I went
out into the hall I found it was Nora Brady. She had a little crimson
shawl over her head, and as she lifted her eyes to me her beauty came to
me like a new thing. There was dry snow in the wind, and a few flakes of
it showed on her dark curls, which lay ring on ring under the shawl. Her
face was round and soft as a child's, and the innocence of her blue,
black-lashed eyes as she lifted them to me was as unsullied as though
she were three years old. She had lost her pretty colour, but the
gentleness which made her beauty appealing was, if possible, greater
than of old.
"You wanted to speak to me, Nora," I said.
I know I turned red and pale when her eyes met mine; for the moment all
social differences and distinctions ceased to be. I was going to marry
the man Nora loved, the man I loathed. I had a feeling that it was an
intolerable wrong.
"If you please, Miss Bawn," she said.
The servants were passing up and down the staircase. I did not want any
witnesses to our interview, nor any eavesdroppers.
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