"
"Then go now," she said. And he went his way up the cliff, and got his
pony, and rode back to the cottage, very uneasy in his mind.
CHAPTER XXVII
LUCY MORRIS MISBEHAVES
Lucy Morris got her letter and was contented. She wanted some
demonstration of love from her lover, but very little sufficed for her
comfort. With her it was almost impossible that a man should be loved and
suspected at the same time. She could not have loved the man, or at any
rate confessed her love, without thinking well of him; and she could not
think good and evil at the same time. She had longed for some word from
him since she last saw him; and now she had got a word. She had known that
he was close to his fair cousin--the cousin whom she despised, and whom,
with womanly instinct, she had almost regarded as a rival. But to her the
man had spoken out; and though he was far away from her, living close to
the fair cousin, she would not allow a thought of trouble on that score to
annoy her. He was her own, and let Lizzie Eustace do her worst, he would
remain her own. But she had longed to be told that he was thinking of her,
and at last the letter had come.
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