Miriam's Schooling and Other PapersWhite, William Hale
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Miriam's Schooling and Other Papers
White, William Hale
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The hand went a little farther under the hair, his head inclined to it,
and he was intoxicated with its own rich scent mingled with, that of the
sweet sea-water. He trembled with emotion from head to foot. What is
there in life like this? Old as creation, ever new; and under the almost
tropical sun, fronting the ocean, in the full heat of youth, he drew her
head to his. She yielded, and in a moment his eyes and mouth were buried
in her loose-clustering tresses. Before, however, he could say another
word he was interrupted. A sheep, feeding above them, alarmed by a
stranger's approach, rushed down past them; and hastily recovering
himself, Robert looked up. There was nobody, but he saw that they were
near his house, and that his father, who had just come to the window, was
looking down straight upon them. Miss Shipton immediately said that it
was late, rose, and walked homewards; and Robert alone went up the cliff.
Michael had seen the girl walk away and had recognised her, but he had
not seen what had preceded her departure. Instantly, however, he
penetrated the secret, and his first words when Robert presented himself
were--
"Why, Robert, that was Miss Shipton."
"Yes, father."
"What were she and you doing here?"
"We happened to meet."
There was something in the tone in which Robert replied which showed the
father at once that his son's confidence in him was not illimitable, as
he had believed it to be hitherto. It is a heart-breaking time for
father and mother when they first become aware that the deepest secrets
in their children are intrusted not to them, but to others. Michael felt
repelled and was silent; but after a while, as they both were leaning
over the garden-wall and gazing upon the water, he said--
"Mere worldlings, those Shiptons, Robert!"
"I do not know much about them, but they seem an honest, good sort of
people."
"Ah! yes, my son; they may be all that. But what is it? They are not
the Lord's."
Robert made no reply, and presently father and son left the house and
went back to Perran to their work, uncommunicative.
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