She never questioned the motives of the characters;
she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did
correct his lapses in colour. "Well, Joan," said the benevolent mechanic, after he had looked at her
steadfastly for a few moments, "what say you?—silence gives consent, eh?"
Mrs. Stonily he had disengaged himself. He learnt that his sister was privately married—the
name or rank of her husband could not be ascertained—and living in retirement
in an obscure dwelling in the Borough, where she had given birth to a son. I can esteem him, regard him; but, love him as he
ought to be loved—that I cannot do. That’s one thing clear. Supper was over. “I’m going for a long tramp, auntie,” she said. ‘I see that Leonardo was right. ” She
wanted to feast upon him badly, his passion, his
youthfulness.
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