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The Salamanca Corpus: Yeoman Fleetwood (1900 ... - Gredos

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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

I seal my love to be. —Alice Meynell.<br />

But Madam Charnock did not die. She awoke to consciousness in a quaint panelled<br />

room, which she seemed to recognise, but which was certainly not her own. Faces came<br />

and went about the great four-post bed, but whether she saw them in a dream or they<br />

were realities, she was too drowsy to verify. Now Rachel's face appeared between the<br />

curtains, now the Squire's; Miss Belinda's countenance hovered there for a few<br />

moments, and was succeeded by that of Purbeck, Mrs. Charnock's own maid. <strong>The</strong>re was<br />

a strange man's voice in the room, a strange man's hand upon her brow; it rested on her<br />

wrist for a time, and then the room seemed empty again, though Madam Charnock<br />

knew that Rachel was sitting behind the curtain at her head. She was conscious all the<br />

while of a want, a desire, the nature of which she could not define. She had some great<br />

plan in her head, some very important piece of business to transact, but she could not at<br />

the time remember what it was. By-and-bye, however, Rachel’s pretty face was thrust<br />

round the curtain, and bent down so close to her mother that she stretched out a feeble<br />

hand and touched it. It was no dream, that was Rachel's cheek, soft and pale and wet —<br />

was it with tears? <strong>The</strong>n all at once Madam Charnock knew what it was she wanted,<br />

“Is Simon there?" she asked faintly.<br />

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"This is Simon's house, Mother dearest, and he is downstairs."<br />

"Ask him to come here."<br />

Rachel looked surprised, but immediately rose, and after a moment or two Simon stood<br />

by the bed. Rachel was there, too, a pace or two away.<br />

"Come close, Simon,” murmured Madam Charnock; "bend down, I want to ask you<br />

something, and I know you will tell me the truth."<br />

She gazed searchingly at his face; its expression was the same as that on which her eyes<br />

had closed a little while before — tender, grave, and compassionate.<br />

"Am I dying, Simon?" she whispered earnestly.<br />

"I hope and believe not, madam," he returned, in the same tone. "You have had a bad<br />

accident, but the doctor thinks with care you will recover."

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