The Wizard's Son, Vol. 2 (of 3)Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Wizard's Son, Vol. 2 (of 3)
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Great Britain -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Supernatural -- Fiction
All this flew through her mind like lightning while the boat came close,
amid the friendly shouts and greetings of the crew, all of them
"neighbours' sons." Mr. Braithwaite, the English observer, sat by
admiring while these brotherly salutations were gone through. Perhaps he
did not note in his diary that the young aborigines called each other by
their Christian names, but he did make a remark to that effect in his
mind. And then there ensued the little tumult of disembarking, in the
midst of which Oona, holding out her hand, frankly greeted Lord
Erradeen. "We heard you had come back," she said, giving him a look of
full and confident composure which puzzled Walter. She meant him, and
not him only, to perceive the frankness of a reception in which there
was not a shade of embarrassment, no recollection of the strange moment
they had spent together, or of the encounter that had taken place upon
the isle. When one pair of eyes look into another with that momentary
demonstration it is a proof of some meaning more than meets the eye. And
Walter, whose own eyes were full too of a something, subdued and
concealed so far as possible--a deprecating wistful look in which there
was pardon sought (though he had consciously done her no wrong; but in
doing wrong at all had he not offended Oona as Dante offended Beatrice,
although she might never know of what sins he had been guilty?) and
homage offered--was still more perplexed by that open gaze in which
there was nothing of the softness of the look with which Oona had
watched him going away, and which had so often recurred to his mind
since. What did it mean? It gave him welcome, but a welcome that felt
like the closing of a door. He was far too much occupied with
investigating this problem to remark the corresponding look, the slight,
almost imperceptible smile, that passed between Oona and Katie as they
met. In the midst of all the cheerful din, the merry voices on the air,
the boats run up upon the beach, the cheerful movement towards the
house, such fine shades of feeling and dramatic purpose can make
themselves apparent to those who are in the secret, but to no other. A
merrier party never ascended the slope, and that is saying much. Mrs.
Forrester led the way in the highest satisfaction.
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