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317 “No--better--better!” he panted, trembling, and retaining her hand as if he needed its support, while his large blue eyes wandered timidly over her, the hollowness round them transforming to haggard wildness the languid expression they once possessed. “But you have been worse,” persisted his cousin, “worse than when I saw you last; you are thinner, and--” “I’m tired,” he interrupted hurriedly. “It is too hot for walking, let us rest here. And, in the morning, I often feel sick--Papa says I grow so fast.” Badly satisfied, Cathy sat down, and he reclined beside her. “This is something like your paradise,” said she, making an effort at cheerfulness. “You recollect the two days we agreed to spend in the place and the way each thought pleasantest? This is nearly yours, only there are clouds; but then they are so soft and mellow, it is nicer than sunshine. Next week, if you can, we’ll ride down to the Grange Park, and try mine.” Linton did not appear to remember what she talked of; and he had evidently great difficulty in sustaining any kind of conversation. His lack of interest in the subjects she started, and his equal incapacity to contribute to her entertainment, were so obvious, that she could not conceal her disappointment. An indefinite alteration had come over his whole person and manner. The pettishness that might be caressed into fondness had yielded to a listless apathy; there was less of the peevish temper of a child which frets and teases on purpose to be soothed, and more of the self-absorbed moroseness of a confirmed invalid, repelling consolation, and ready to regard the good-humoured mirth of others as an insult. |
