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THURSDAY, JANUARY^ ja, 11)33 THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE
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CHAPTER XXXII
“For the moment it wasn’t. It
was the Tormarin devil—-the curse
■of every generation. But I think
that Varigny woman could turn a
saint into a devil if she tried; She
Isaid something about you—and
couldn’t sand it.”
“Was that it? Then I suppose
shall have to forgive you"—with
pale lttle attempt at a smile.
But the half-hearted smile
again almost instantly.
“Oh, Blaise, what would
I
a
faded
your
temper matter it we could still be
together?” she cried passionately.
“Nothing in the whole world would
matter then!”
Presently she spoke again.
“But it’s worse for you than
I wish it were more equal.”
“How worse for me? I
understand.
sad smije—
“Ah, you know I don’t mean that!
But I’ve only the separation to face
I’m not. tied to somebody I don’t
love. You’ve got Nesta to consid
er.”
“Nesta?” He gave a short’, grim
laugh. “Nesta can go back tc
where she came from.’
There was a long
Jean broke it.
“Blaise, you can’t
can’t do that—you
in?.
don’t
Unless"—with a brief
■ “you love me less?"
go
silence. At last
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BY MARGARET PEDLAR
temper had been exorcised, as if
that fierce storm of anger provoked
by Madame de Varigny’s taunts and
which had .so nearly resulted in a
t*.agedy, had shocked Blaise ^into re
alization of the terrible latent pos
sibilities of the family failing and
the absolute necessity for an iron
self-government.
For weeks he supported Nesta’?
petty gibes and ebullitions of temper
with illimitable patience, and it was
only when, trading on his unaccus
tomed forbearance, she ventured toe
far, that she was brought very sud
denly to understand that there was
a limit beyond which she might go
“I know why you no longer love
me,” she told him at last, on an oc
casion when she had been vainly
endeavouring, by every feminine
blandishfent and wile of which she
was mistress, to evoke from him
some sign of an awakening tendresse
“I know!”
She nodded her head significantly
while pin-points of jealous anger
flickered in her long, narrow eyes
black, as midnight.
“Then, if you know,” replied Tor
marin patiently, “it is surely most
foolish of you to keep asking why I
do not. Why can’t you content your
self with things as they are, Nesta?
We can only try to make the
of a bad job. You don’t help
much in the matter.”
“I don’t want to help you,”
retorted viciously.
love me.
that
haired woman who is living with
Lady Latimer.
with you, too! ... No!
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ing in their hearts that this was the
very comfort that must for ever be
denied them in the lonely future.
At last Jean raised her head from
its resting-place and her eyes search
ed Blaise’s face, asking the question
.she could no longer bring herself tc
put in words. He met theii’ gaze.
“Jean, is it your wish I do this
thing—take Nesta back?"
He felt a shudder run
frame. Twice she tried
ly to answer. At last
her dry lips to utter an
“So be it.”
His answer sounded
like the knell <f the whole meaning; she declared, “to run away and leave
”............. settled i you like that. “I can’t”-—forlornly
—“hope for you to love me again—■"
And Tormarin had relied with un
mistakable decision:
“No, you can’t, hone for that. And
I’m glad you understand and recog
nize the fact. Still, we can try tc
be good friends, Nesta, at least.”
But this tranquil state of things
only lasted for a comparatively’
Very soon, as the nov-
• rein-
. ________ -- ..ear off, Nesta
in from. became more self-assured and, ap,
I’m out- parently, considerably less frequent-
life andHy visited by spasms of repentance
' and remorse.
Her butterfly nature could retain
no very deep impression for any
length of time, and gradually the
characteristics of the old Nesta—
the pettish, self-willed, pleasure-lov
ing woman of former times—began
to reassert themselves.
Blaise tried hard to exercise
bearance with her and to treat
at least with justice and with a
tain need of kindliness. But
did not second his efforts, Instead
she became more exigeant and dif-
icult as time passed on.
She was no longer satisfied by the
fact that she was once more install
ed as 'mistress of Staple. She de
manded a husband who would sur-
surround her with all the little ob
servances that only only itself can
dictate, whom she could alternately
scold and cajole as the fancy
her, but who would always
back to her, after a tiff, ready’
tc play the adoring lover.
She found Blaise’s cool, measured
e ’ d e r-ib r o t h e r 1 y kindness
able, and she exhausted
beating continually against the rock
of his determination, without pro
ducing any effect other than to make
his manner even more austere, less
friendly than it had been before.
Then when she recognized her to
tal inability to move him to any
sort of responsive emotion, and tha1
her beauty1—.which was undeniable
—made no more impression
him than if he
resorted to the
'iar weapons of
temper, in the
through her
ineffectual- j
she forced \
affirmative :
in her ears
of chatelaine of Staple, deferring
eagerly to Blaise on every point and
trying her utmost to please him and
conform to his wishes. It held some
thing of the appeal of a forgiven
child who tries to atone for former
naughtiness by an almost alarming
aw. ess of virtue.
She accepted with meek docility
Blaise’s decision regarding the pure
ly formal relations upon which their
married life was henceforth to be
based, apparently humbly thankful
to be reinstated as his wife on any
terms whatsoever that he chose ti
dictate.
“I know I have been bad—-had,"
iof life. The future was s
Henceforth their lives must be apart
“So he it,” cried Blaise. “She shall;
come bark and take her place again
at Staple.” j
Jean clung to him a little closer.
“Blaise, beloved—I know the hard- •
er part will be yours.
won’t be so easy, dear. I shall
Charnwood to be with Clare at once 1
—to-morrow—and it. won’t be easy'short time. V—j .____ tl*
when I see in an evening the lights ieity and satisfaction of her
twinkle up at Staple, to know that, statement began to
you two are within, shut
the world together, while
side—always outside your
your love.”
“You’ll never be outside
he said swiftly.
and forever.
shall rob you
it, were she
over. I will
But mine i
go tc I
my love,
“That’s yours, now
And no other woman ]
of one jot or tittle of
my wife twenty times -
bring Nesta back tc1
Staple, and she shall bear my name
; and live as my wife in the eyes oi
the world. But my love—ithat is1
yours, utterly and entirely. Yours
. and no other’s.”
’ She lifted her face to his, and
’ their lips met in a kiss that was the
seal of love and all love’s-* faithful
ness.”
“So is mine yours,” she said
“Now and forever, in this world and
the next. Oh, Blaise—-beloved!”
—she clung to him in a passion of
love and anguish and straining be
that
free-f
lief—“Some day, surely, in
other world God will give us
dom to take our happiness!”
CHAPTER XXXIII
The Returning Tide
sinceTwo months have passed
Fate’s dividing sword had fallen, for'
ever separating Jean from the man I
she loved, and the subsequent march [
of events, with the many changes
involved and the bitter loneliness j
of soul entailed, had made the two;
months seem to her more like twe
years.
I She had left Staple for Cham-
wood on the day following that of!
Madame de Varigny’s visit. Jt was
no longer possible for her to remain
under the same root with Blaise
do that—you
can’t send het
away again,” she said in quick, low
tones, “She’s your wife.”
“My wife! She seems to have been
oblivious to the fact—and to havr
wished me to be equally’ oblivious of
it—-for the last few years.”
“Yes, of course she’s been wrong
wickedly wrong. But that doesn’t al
ter the fact that she’s your respon
sibility, Blaise. You must take
back.”
“Take her back?”—violently,
be shot if I do! She’s chosen
live her life without me for the
few years—she can continue to de
so.”
Jean laid her hand on his arm
She was smiling wistfully.
“Dear, you’ll have to take her
back," she persisted gently. “Don't
you see—she’s not wholly to blame?
You’ve admitted that. You’ve blam
ed yourself in a large measure for
hei’ running away. Jt’s up to you
now to put things straight, to—tr
give her the chance she didnt’ have
before.”
“You’re discounting these last few
years,” he said gravely. “These years
in which she has lived a lie, allow
ing me to believe her dead—cheat
ing and deceiving me as no man was
ever cheated before. She’s cheated
me out of my happiness”—heavily—
“taken you from me.”
“Yes, I know.” Jean’s voice quiv
ered, but she steadied it again. “But
even in that, she was not solely tc
blame. ‘You’ve told me how—-how
weak she was and easily led astray., where the enforced strain of meet-
And she’s very young. What chance ’ ing each other daily, and of endea-
would Nesta have of asserting
will against her sister’s, even
she wished to return to you?
ran away from Staple in a fit ,
temper and because you had fright-'of them to endure even for a few
ened her. After that—you can see , remaining days which still interven-
for yourself—Madame de Varigny it ed before the date originally plan
responsible for everything that has , ned for her departure,
happened since.” j
Tormarin remained silent. The
quiet justice of Jean’s summing up
of the situation struck at him hard
She waited a moment, then added
quietly:
“You must take her back, Blaise.”
He wheeled round on her violent
ly.
“And you?” he exclaimed. “You?
Did you ever love me, Jean, that you
van talk so coolly about turning me
over to another woman?”
She, whitened at the bitter accusa
tion in his
flinch.
“It's just
Blaise, that
thing—-to do the only thing that is
worthy of you. Oh, my dear, my
dear”—her hands went out to him
in .sudden, helpless pleading—'“do
you think it’s easy for me to ask
it?”
The desolate cry pierced him. He
caught her in his arms, kissing her
fiercely, adoringly.
“Sweetheart . . . Forgive me! J
am half mad, I think. Beloved, say
that you forgive me!”
She loaned against him, glad to
feel the straining clasp
about her—to rest once
place against her heart.
“Dearest of all,” she
ously,
giveness between us two.
never will be. We’re Just
us, struggling in the dark, and there
is only duty”—“brokenly—“only duty
—to hold to.”
They stood together in silence,
comforted just a little by the mere
human touch of each other in this
communion of sorrow which had sc
her voring to behave a,s though nothing
had more than mere commonplace
She friendship lined * them together
of | would have been to great for either
tones, but she did not
because I love you
I want you to do this
of his arms
more in her
said tremul-
there is no question of for-
There
■both of
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best
me
she
“I want you tc
And you won’t, because of
washed-out-looking, carroty-
for.
her
cer-
she
and abuse
He held it
not to hurt
and she had
he wished to
felt Blaise’s hand
her mouth, stem-
of vulgar recrimin-
that poured from
there quite gently
her, but immov-
perforce to hear
say in rebelious
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respects, you go out of
that same day. And
return.
released her and had the
my
you
sat-
tliat
which you now know for a fact
exists between us. Your lips soil
such love as ours. If you do, if you
disobey my commands in either ol
these
house
don’t
He
isfacticn, for once, of. perceiving
she believed he meant what he said
Presumably she came to the conclu
sion that, in the circumstances, dis
cretion was the better part of valour
for she made no attempt to chal
lenge his determination in the mat
ter.
At the same time, unknown tc
him, she compelled Jean to pay for
the silence enforced upon her at
home. With a species of venom
absurdly childish in its manifesta
tions, she essayed to excite Jean’s
envy by constantly enlarging to her
upon the subject of Blaise’s perfec
tions as a husband, drawing entir-
ing imaginary descriptions of the
attention he paid her and of his con
stant solicitude for her welfare and
vaunting her happiness at being his
wife.
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And she’s in love
I wont be
quiet! Oh!”—her voice rising hy
sterically—“You think I don’t notice
things, 'but I do. I do, I tell you!”
She sprang up from the couch
where she had been lolling, indolent
ly amid a heap of cushions, and
crossed the room to his side.
"Do you hear me?” she cried vio
lently, shaking him by the arm
“You thnk I’m a blind fool! But I’m
not! I’m not! I’ve seen that Pet
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Suddenly she
clapped against
ming the torrent
ation
them,
so as
ably,
what
silence.
“Listen to me,”
“It is quite true what you say—thati
I love Jean Peterson and .that she]
loves me. But we have given up!
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happiness in this world, for you. In;
return, you will give up something!
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upon
had been blind, she
old, painfully famil-
tears and fits of
course of which she
would upbraid him bitterly, pouring
forth streams of reproaches which
more often than not culminated in
an attack of hysterics.
All of which Blaise bore with a >
curious, stoical self-control. Itj
seemed as though the Tormarin j
Lady Anne, with her usual sym
pathetic insight, had made no ef
fort to dissuade her, reluctant tho’
he had ’been to part with her. For
herself, the fact that Nesta ' was
alive had come upon her in the light
of an almost overwhelming blow.
She had never liked the girl, where
as she had grown to look upon Jean
as a beloved daughter, and no one
had rejoiced more sincerely than
his mother when Blaise had confid
ed to her the news of his engage
ment. At last she would see that
grey page in his life turned down for
ever and the beginning of a newer
fairer page, illuminated with hap
piness! And instead, like a tide that
has receded far out and then rushes
in again with redoubled energy, the
whole misery and sorrow of the past
had returned upon him, a thousand
times accentuated by reason of liis
love for Jean.
It was with a heavy heart, there
fore, that Lady Anne, together with
Nick, quitted Staple and established
herself for the second time at the
Dower House, retiring thither in fa
vour of Nesta who was now install
ed once more at the Manor. And
the thought of how gladly she would
have effected the same change, had
it been Jean whom Blaise was bring
ing home as his bride, added but
a keener pang to her
■She watched With
the progress of events
the commencement of
gime Nesta had appeared genuinely
repentant and ashamed of her con
duct in the past, and there was
something disarming in the little
half-apologetic air with which she
had at first reassumed her position
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