escape, he knew the flood of consciousness within him to raise its
level. His father, dear man, had died, his father had written, and even
while they looked at each other under allusions so abounding it came and
came and came that there had been an estrangement among those of their
name on the two sides of the sea, and then, through a fortunate chance,
a great healing of the breach, a renewal of good relations as to which
his character of acclaimed wooer left no doubt. He was in actual free
use of the whole succession of events, and only wanted these pages, page
after page, turned for him: much as if he had been seated at the
harpsichord and following out a score while the girl beside him stirred
the air to his very cheek as she guided him leaf by leaf. She seemed
verily after that fashion to hold out to his eyes the solemn scroll of
history, on which they rested an instant to such a further effect of
danger dissipated that before either she or he knew it they were once
more in each other's arms. It was as if this repetition, this
prolongation had been potently determined, and for each alike, by her
free knowledge of what had gone before--he lagging a little behind, it
was true, in the rapid review of reasons, but suddenly confident and
quite abreast of her after they had thus irrepressibly and for the
second time exchanged their vows. He had for the next thing even the
sense of being, and in the gallantest way, beforehand with her when he
heard himself strike out as from the push of multiplied forces behind
him: there was all the notoriety--for what had it been _but_
notoriety?--of the loyalism of the American Pendrels during the
Revolution, in the rigour of which they had emigrated, restoring
themselves to England for a ten years' stay and not a little indebted
under that stress to the countenance and even the charity of their
English kindred. A freshness of interest in this adventure surged
through our young man's blood and sought expression, without the least
difficulty, in an attitude about it to his young hostess as competent as
if he had by some extraordinary turn become able to inform her
ignorance.
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