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Great God, how he had loved her! How he had looked up to her, revering even her weakness as the expression of a childlike purity. And while he had been praying for her, and dreaming of her, and longing for her, and thinking of her as the very type of womanly chastity, unapproachable by temptation, unassailable, secure in her innocence and simplicity as Athene or Artemis with all their armour of defence; while he had so loved and trusted her, she had flung herself into the arms of a profligateas easily won as the lightest wanton. She had done this thing, and then she had welcomed him, with wan, sweet smiles, to his dishonoured home. She had made him drink the cup of shamea by-word it might be for the whole parish, as well as for that one man who had dared to hint at evil. And yet he had forgiven herforgiven one to whom pardon meant only a peaceful ending; forgiven as a man holds himself forgiven by an all-merciful God, as he hears words of pity and promise murmured into his ear by the priest upon the scaffold, when the rope is round his neck and the drop is ready to fall. How could he withhold such pardon when he had been taught that God forgives the repentant murderer?"Pity! Yes, I pity the women in the streets! Am I to pity you, as I pity them? You, whom I worshippedwhom I thought as pure as the angelswearing nothing of earth but your frail loveliness, which to me always seemed more of spirit than of clay. And you were false all the timefalse as hellthe toy of the first idle profligate whom chance flung into your path? It was Lostwithiel! That man was right. He would hardly have dared to talk to you as he did if he had not been certain of his facts. Lostwithiel was your lover."
In spite of this contemptuous opinion, Mr. Crowther was always polite to Francis Colfox, and had even thought of him as a pis-aller for one of his daughters. There is hardly anything in this life which a self-made man respects so much as race, and Francis Colfox belonged to an old county family, had a cousin who was an earl, and another cousin who was[Pg 120] talked of as a probable bishop. He was, therefore, allowed to make himself very much at home at Glenaveril, and to speak his mind in a somewhat audacious way to the whole family.
At Brussels she found her nephew, Csar Ducrest, and, after nine years separation, was reunited to her daughter, who accompanied her to Paris.Nobody took any notice of this remark; and the conversation which had become general for a minute or two resumed its duologue form.
Thank you, Lilias!Hes a lord, said Esmeralda.