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Chapter NumberXIV
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Full Date1898-05-25
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Word Count743
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Newspaper TitleQueanbeyan Age (NSW : 1867 - 1904)
Trove TitleLove's Conquest
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S LOVYE'S CONQUEST. O CHAPTER XIV.--Continued As.soon as luncheon iwas over the men -:went dif to .the billiard-room; but; on his Sway thither, Lord Tressilian turned aside into the library-to look in upon Adela, who whs. sitting ab the "writing-table' trying; to c,,ncentra'e her thoughts? upon,; the letters which had to be written before post-time. He had to convey to her a piece of: inform ttion that he had not judged it prudenit to impi.rt ''b'efore'the company at luncheon. ' I saw Blunt in town this morning,' he said," ?end I asked him to come up, to dinner to-night. HIe.said he would come; and I shall e'xpect you to bhe ivil to him." Tressilitn-thought that this announcement which lbe knew would lie most.unnwelcome to Adela, would be met with an expreisiion of annoyance and resentment ;'but .she looked up from her writing as if the communieation was sci'rcely 'worth comment. 'Isuppose you forgot that Sir John Shepherd would be hare 4' shesaid; 'with ab solute indifference. ' You know that those two iare not onuiipeaking' terms.' SConfound Sir John ' What do I care 1 There's nothing to be got ouib of him. Now with'Blun .ittis another pair of shoeis; and you have got to make yourself as agreeable as Von know how.'_ Mind. you put on a decent gown.-none of your black rags to night I' r Adela made no reply, and, he left her. to j;in his friends in the biliard room. She turned again to -her letters, and,. with a curious automaton like sensation, went :on writing until her task was done. It was a web afternoon, wild and windy, and a walk or drive was out of the question. Adela w is glad enough to be obliged to ;go out ; ard, hoping that.'the' :weather might 'secire fjr her an immunlity' from callers, she went into the drawing room and seated her self at the piano. A newly kindled fire of dump sticks hissed and crackled on. the hearth, but it.gave-out 'no-zwarmth; and the large empty room, with its sparse furniture, in white and gold, looked singularly comfoi-tlesas and uninhabit able. Against the six great vwindows at the `we-t the rain and wine bcat with dreary and mionotonois persistence; and the view of iodden turf, bending tieas, and dank leaves born' prematurely from the branches and whirling to the ground was very depressing. The pi.tno' had bden closed since Captain Esmtuonde sang into it'; and, as Adela opened 'it, the sound.of his sweet tenor voice came back so vividly to her memory that she seemed to hear ringing in liar ears the quaint refrain, with the full minor chords of the accompaniment - Oh, had I theawings of a turtle dove,' 'Far, fat away would' I fly - ... ;- . Safe to the arms of my little love, There find a refuge and die ! The tune .had been haunting her all the day, and, to get it out of her ears, she; 'ran her fingers over the keys: and played: the first thing that came into lier head. It was the prelude of a simple,buetpathetic setting of the sweetest and saddest- of Tennyson's songs; and presently she began to sing very softly Break, break, break, On thy cold grey stones, 0 Sea! .l And I would that my tongue could utter., The thoughts that arise in me. She sang it through to 'the end; but, when she.came to the- lait lines--- . . Butthe tender grane of a day.that is dead Will never come back to me. -her' voice shook 'and failed; and the tears` that had started suddenly to her eyes, streamed down her face.- : W What a silly sentimental idiob you are, Adela,' she said half aloud, with an tttempt at a smile. But, though she tried to check it, the em'tion that had so long been pent up wodtld have' its way,: and, leaning her head against the music-stand, she cried as.though her heart wAbuld-break. ib was the natural result of exhausted strength and over-strained nerve-y, iii?dthe tears seemed to do her good. 1 But she was not able to indulge liar weakness lonig, for the approach of carriage wheels and the sound of the visitors' bell made her start up suddenly, and she had barely time to t regain composure and get rid of the traces of _ her emotiodnbefore'the door was thrown open and a visitor shown into the: room. '