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These apparently simple words made Hilda tremble, and deprived her of speech. They shifted the conversation to another plane. 鈥楾he way I look at you! The way I look at you!鈥 What did he mean? How did he look at her? She could not imagine what he was driving at! Yes, she could! She knew quite well. All the time, while pretending to herself not to understand, she understood. It was staggering, but she perfectly understood. He had looked at her 鈥榣ike that鈥 on the very first day of their acquaintance, in his office at Turnhill, and again at the house in Lessways Street, and again in the newspaper office, and on other occasions, and again on the night of their arrival at Brighton. But surely not lately! Or did he look at her 鈥榣ike that鈥 behind her back? Was it possible that people noticed it?... Absurd! His explanation of the origin of the gossip did not convince her. She had, however, suddenly lost interest in the origin of the gossip. She was entirely occupied with George Cannon鈥檚 tone, and his calm, audacious reference to a phenomenon which had hitherto seemed to her to be far beyond the region of words.

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With what pride, masked by careful indifference, she would hand the copy of the Chronicle to her mother! Her mother would exclaim 鈥淏less us!鈥 and spend a day or two in conning the thing, making singular discoveries in it at short intervals.

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i鈥淚鈥檓 very much obliged to you,鈥 he said simply, putting a faint emphasis on the last word. She knew that he meant it, without any reserves. But in his urbane tone there was a chill tranquillity that astonished and vaguely disappointed her.

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She was in a prison with her mother, and saw no method of escape, saw not so much as a locked door, saw nothing but blank walls. Even could she by a miracle break prison, where should she look for the unknown object of her desire, and for what should she look? Enigmas! It is true that she read, occasionally with feverish enjoyment, especially verse. But she did not and could not read enough. Of the shelf-ful of books which in thirty years had drifted by one accident or another into the Lessways household, she had read every volume, except Cruden鈥檚 Concordance. A heterogeneous and forlorn assemblage! Lavater鈥檚 Physiognomy, in a translation and in full calf! Thomson鈥檚 Seasons, which had thrilled her by its romantic beauty! Mrs. Henry Wood鈥檚 Danesbury House, and one or two novels by Charlotte M. Yonge and Dinah Maria Craik, which she had gulped eagerly down for the mere interest of their stories. Disraeli鈥檚 Ixion, which she had admired without understanding it. A History of the North American Indians! These were the more exciting items of the set. The most exciting of all was a green volume of Tennyson鈥檚 containing Maud. She knew Maud by heart. By simple unpleasant obstinacy she had forced her mother to give her this volume for a birthday present, having seen a quotation from it in a ladies鈥 magazine. At that date in Turnhill, as in many other towns of England, the poem had not yet lived down a reputation for immorality; but fortunately Mrs. Lessways had only the vaguest notion of its dangerousness, and was indeed a negligent kind of woman. Dangerous the book was! Once in reciting it aloud in her room, Hilda had come so near to fainting that she had had to stop and lie down on the bed, until she could convince herself that she was not the male lover crying to his beloved. An astounding and fearful experience, and not to be too lightly renewed! For Hilda, Maud was a source of lovely and exquisite pain.鈥淚 only brought these things here because they鈥檙e nicely bound and fill up the shelf,鈥 he said. 鈥淣ot much use in a lawyer鈥檚 office, you know!鈥 He glanced from the volume to her, and from her to the volume. 鈥淎h! Miss Miranda! Yes! Well! It isn鈥檛 so wonderful as all that. My father used to give her lessons in French. This Hugo was his. He thought a great deal of it.鈥 Mr. Cannon鈥檚 pose exhibited pride, but it was obvious that he did not share his father鈥檚 taste. His tone rather patronized his father, and Hugo too. As he let the pages of the book slip by under his thumb, he stopped, and with a very good French accent, quite different from Hilda鈥檚 memory of Miss Miranda鈥檚, murmured in a sort of chanting鈥斺淒ieu qui sourit et qui donne.鈥

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