Fan : The Story of a Young Girl's LifeHudson, W. H. (William Henry)
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Fan : The Story of a Young Girl's Life
Hudson, W. H. (William Henry)
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That mutual forgiveness and kiss signified that they were now both
willing to lay aside their vain dissensions, but nothing more. That it
would mark the beginning of a closer union and confidence between them
was not for a moment imagined. Mrs. Churton had been disturbed in her
mind; her conscience accused her of indiscretion, which had probably
given rise to painful suspicions; she could not do less than ask her
enemy's forgiveness. Constance, on her side, was ready to meet any
advance, since she only desired to be left in possession of the somewhat
melancholy peace her solitary life afforded her.
Meanwhile Fan was happily ignorant of the storm her coming to the house
had raised, and that these two ladies, both so dear to her, one loved
openly and the other secretly, had been fighting for her possession,
and that the battle was lost and won, one taking her as a lawful prize,
while the other had retired, defeated, but calmly, without complaint.
Her new life and surroundings--the noiseless uneventful days, each with
its little cares and occupations, and simple natural pleasures, the
world of verdure and melody of birds and wide expanse of sky--seemed
strangely in harmony with her spirit: it soon became familiar as if
she had been born to it; the town life, the streets she had known from
infancy, had never seemed so familiar, so closely joined to her life.
And as the days and weeks and months went by, her London life, when she
recalled it, began to seem immeasurably remote in time, or else unreal,
like a dream or a story heard long ago; and the people she had known
were like imaginary people. Only Mary seemed real and not remote--a link
connecting that old and shadowy past with the vivid living present.
Her mornings, from nine till one o'clock, were spent with her teacher,
and occasionally they went for a walk after dinner; but as a rule they
were not together during the last half of the day. After school hours
Miss Churton would hand over her pupil, not unwillingly, to her mother,
and, if the state of the weather did not prevent, she would go away
alone with her book to Eyethorne woods.
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