solid wall opened before her; it was another masked door.
It must not be supposed that this was affected all at once, though the intermediate stages have been passed over. On Sunday, Mr. Bellingham only spoke to her to receive the information about the panel; nor did he come to St. Nicholas' the next, nor yet the following Sunday. But the third he walked by her side a little way, and, seeing her annoyance, he left her; and then she wished for him back again, and found the day very dreary, and wondered why a strange, undefined feeling, had made her imagine she was doing wrong in walking alongside of one so kind and good as Mr. Bellingham; it had been very foolish of her to he self-conscious all the time, and if ever he spoke to her again she would not think of what people might say, but enjoy the pleasure which his kind words and evident interest in her might give. Then she thought it was very likely he never would notice her again, for she knew she had been very rude with her short answers; it was very provoking that she had behaved so rudely. She sould be sixteen in another month, and she was still childish and awkward. Thus she lectured herself, after parting with Mr. Bellingham; and the consequence was, that on the following Sunday she was ten times as blushing and conscious, and (Mr. Bellingham thought) ten times more beautiful than ever. He suggested that, instead of going straight home through High Street, she should take the round by the Leasowes; at first she declined, but then, suddenly wondering and questioning herself why she refused a thing which was, as far as reason and knowledge (her knowledge) went, so innocent, and which was certainly so tempting and pleasant, she agreed to go the round; and, when she was once in the meadows that skirted the town, she forgot all doubt and awkwardness--nay, almost forgot the presence of Mr. Bellingham--in her delight at the new, tender beauty of an early spring day in February. Among the last year's brown ruins, heaped together by the wind in the hedgerows, she found the fresh, green, crinkled leaves and pale star-like flowers of the primroses. Here and there a golden celandine made brilliant the sides of the little brook that (full of water in "February fill-dyke") bubbled along by the side of the path; the sun was low in the horizon, and once, when they came to a higher part of the Leasowes, Ruth burst into an exclamation of delight at the evening glory of mellow light which was in the sky behind the purple distance, while the brown leafless woods in the foreground derived an almost metallic lustre from the golden mist and haze of sunset. It was but three-quarters of a mile round by the meadows, but somehow it took them an hour to walk it. Ruth turned to thank Mr. Bellingham for his kindness in taking her home by this beautiful way, but his look of admiration at her glowing, animated face, made her suddenly silent; and, hardly wishing him good-bye, she quickly entered the house with a beating, happy, agitated heart.
"How strange it is," she thought that evening, "that I should feel as if this charming afternoon's walk were, somehow, not exactly wrong, but yet as if it were not right. Why can it be? I am not defrauding Mrs. Mason of any of her time; that I know would be wrong; I am left to go where I like on Sundays. I have been to church, so it can't be because I have missed doing my duty. If I had gone this walk with Jenny, I wonder whether I should have felt as I do now. There must be something wrong in me, myself, to feel so guilty when I have done nothing which is not right; and yet I can thank God for the happiness I have had in this charming spring walk, which dear mamma used to say was a sign when pleasures were innocent and good for us."
She was not conscious, as yet, that Mr. Bellingham's presence had added any charm to the ramble; and when she might have become aware of this, as, week after week, Sunday after Sunday, loitering ramble after loitering ramble succeeded each other, she was too much absorbed with one set of thoughts to have much inclination for self-questioning.
"Tell me everything, Ruth, as you would to a brother; let me help you, if I can, in your difficulties," he said to her one afternoon. And he really did try to understand, and to realise, how an insignificant and paltry person like Mason the dressmaker could be an object of dread, and regarded as a person having authority, by Ruth. He flamed up with indignation when, by way of impressing him with Mrs. Mason's power and consequence, Ruth spoke of some instance of the effects of her employer's displeasure. He declared his mother should never have a gown made again by such a tyrant--such a Mrs. Brownrigg; that he would prevent all his acquaintances from going to such a cruel dressmaker; till Ruth was alarmed at the threatened consequences of her one-sided account, and pleaded for Mrs. Mason as earnestly as if a young man's menace of this description were likely to be literally fulfilled.
"Indeed, sir, I have been very wrong; if you please, sir, don't be so angry. She is often very good to us; it is only sometimes she goes into a passion: and we are very provoking, I dare say. I know I am for one. I have often to undo my work, and you can't think how it spoils anything (particularly silk) to be unpicked; and Mrs. Mason has to bear all the blame. Oh! I am sorry I said anything about it. Don't speak to your mother about it, pray, sir. Mrs. Mason thinks so much of Mrs. Bellingham's custom."
"Well, I won't this time"--recollecting that there might be some awkwardness in accounting to his mother for the means by which he had obtained his very correct information as to what passed in Mrs. Mason's workroom--"but, if ever she does so again, I'll not answer for myself."
"I will take care and not tell again, sir," said Ruth, in a low voice.
"Nay, Ruth, you are not going to have secrets from me, are you? Don't you remember your promise to consider me as a brother? Go on telling me everything that happens to you, pray; you cannot think how much interest I take in all your interests. I can quite fancy that charming home at Milham you told me about last Sunday. I can almost fancy Mrs. Mason's workroom; and that, surely, is a proof either of the strength of my imagination, or of your powers of description."
- their terrible ordeals in the untracked jungle to the south;
- and she was elsewise alone amongst five thousand foes.
- More fool him. Bringing down a woman was not like to awe
- of it? This is war. Men die in war. That is as it should
- He ducked rapidly, almost touching the muddy water with
- As Ser Justin galloped down the column, she found herself
- Ser Corliss Penny gave the clan chief an incredulous look.
- a newborn babe. He had a gift for sleeping, he’d boasted,
- the leadership of each to men whom he believed that he
- it would be to step up behind Stannis and throttle him
- been gone so long that Asha was starting to wonder whether
- smiled. Her teeth were crooked, but there was something
- their terrible ordeals in the untracked jungle to the south;
- princess that Asha had heard so much of, so now he had
- By the ninth day of the storm, every camp saw the captains
- the king to make camp until the storm had passed. Stannis
- slowly toward the north—he said nothing of the party
- was unintelligible. “He bit off half his tongue in his
- them were at home in the snow. Many of the wolves donned
- Asha Greyjoy awoke cramped and cold beneath the pile of
- the sailors bought with a stick of tobacco, of the value
- out to face us in the field, and we do not have the provisions
- her captain named her, though pretty was the last thing
- the march, the day the snow began to fall. Only a few small
- of three-halfpence, two fowls, one of which, the Indian
- their own hair, with combs and wax and irons.” Daario
- he rode up to the wayn with half a ham. “I am going mad
- weaken? Asha had never shared her uncle Aeron’s faith
- of an ancient tertiary epoch) of which these islands are
- world to see, until Barristan Selmy pulled the two of them
- dreaming that Hizdahr was kissing her … but his lips
- my sweet queen? If it were a gift worthy of you, I would
- freedom from doubt and questioning. Baynes had urged her
- sent this storm upon us. Only R’hllor can end it. We
- others shivered, she was warm. Whilst others struggled
- “The Lord of Light will deliver us the castle,” said
- before. For what was he waiting, or for whom? He heard
- of furs inside a wayn, with a stiff canvas roof to keep
- had never known a woman to snore so loudly, but she had
- Massey. “Two walls with a moat between them, and the
- And thus matters stood when, one hot night, Meriem, unable
- seen from a certain angle, a half-frozen waterfall, a natural
- Giantslayer. A big name for a small man. Farring was broad-chested
- had lost its savor now that Daario was gone. Sighing, she
- heavy rain set in, which was hardly sufficient to drive
- apart. Whilst the southron knights and lordlings struggled,
- their crowns oft lost their heads as well, and she could
- clad in faded finery. Webber was short and muscular, with
- In three strides he found his foot splashing in water.
- On the third day the forest pressed close around them,