The Head of the House of CoombeBurnett, Frances Hodgson
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The Head of the House of Coombe
Burnett, Frances Hodgson
England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
He obeyed her every wish and followed where she led. When the train
laboured out of the big station he had taken a seat in a corner and sat
with his face turned to the window, so that his back was towards her.
He stared and stared at the passing country and she could only see part
of his cheek and the side of his neck. She could not help watching them
and presently she saw a hot red glow under the skin as if a flood had
risen. It subsided in a few moments, but presently she saw it rise
again. This happened several times and he was holding his lip with, his
teeth. Once she saw his shoulders move and he coughed obstinately two
or three times. She knew that he would die before he would let himself
cry, but she wished he would descend to it just this once, as the
fields and hedges raced past and he was carried “Away! Away!” It might
be that it was all his manhood she was saving for him.
He really made her heart stand still for a moment just as she was
thinking this and saying it to herself almost fiercely. He suddenly
turned on her; the blue of his eyes was flaming and the tide had risen
again in his cheeks and neck. It was a thing like rage she saw before
her—a child’s rage and impotently fierce. He cried out as if he were
ending a sentence he had not finished when he spoke as he sat on the
floor buttoning his shoes.
“She has no one but me to remember!” he said. “No one but me had ever
even kissed her. She didn’t know!”
To her amazement he clenched both his savage young fists and shook them
before him.
“It’ll kill me!” he raged.
She could not hold herself back. She caught at him with her arms and
meant to drag him to her breast. “No! No! Donal!” she cried. “Darling!
No—No!” But, as suddenly as the queer unchildish thing had broken out,
did he remember himself and boy shame at his fantastic emotion overtook
him. He had never spoken like that to anyone before! It was almost as
bad as bursting out crying! The red tide ebbed away and he withdrew
himself awkwardly from her embrace. He said not another word and sat
down in his corner with his back turned toward the world.
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