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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“You will find it little enough--in London among strangers. We need not
speak any more about it, and you owe me no thanks. It is only right that
you should have one quarter's money of the four I have received.” After
an interval of silence, and when her daughter was about to leave the
room, she continued, “Before you go, Constance, let me ask a favour of
you. If you are going away soon this will be our last conversation.”
“Our last! What favour, mother?”
“When you go, do so without coming to say goodbye to me. I do not feel
very strong, and--would prefer it if you went away quietly without any
leave-takings.”
“If that is your wish, mother,” she returned, and then remained
standing, her face full of distress. Then she moved a little nearer and
said, “Mother, if there is to be no good-bye, will you let me kiss you?”
Mrs. Churton's lips moved but made no sound. Constance after a moment's
hesitation came nearer still, and bending forward kissed her cheek, not
in a perfunctory way, but with a lingering, loving kiss; and after the
kiss she still lingered close, so that the breath from her lips came
warm and fragrant on the other's cold pale cheek. But her mother spoke
no word, and remained cold and motionless as a statue, until with a
slight sigh and lingering step the other left the room. Scarcely had she
gone before the unhappy mother dropped on to a chair, and covering her
face with her hands began to shed tears. Why, why, she asked herself
again and again, had she not returned that loving kiss, and clasped
her lost daughter once more to her heart? Too late! too late! She had
restrained her heart and made herself cold as stone, and now that last
caress, that sweet consolation was lost for ever! Ah, if her cold cheek
might keep for all the remaining days of her life the sensation of those
warm caressing lips, of that warm sweet breath! But her bitter tears
of regret were in vain; that dread eternal parting was now practically
over, and out of the infinite depths of her love no last tender word had
risen to her lips!
CHAPTER XXVI
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