The Price He Paid — page 306: what you’re looking at

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REJUICING AT MAX’S HOME "997 casting a rather reproachful glance behind her, as shedid so. In a second Max was at her side. “How often have I told you notto over-exert yourself in this manner?” said he, in the old dicta- torial tone. “Give methe child. Iwill take him up stairs.” So saying, he relieved her of the boy, and actu- ally carried him up to the first floor, which was reserved for the young couple’s use. Agnes mildly bent her head and followed, submitting, as was her wont, to her husband’s will in all things. George looked after them, a faint, derisive smile hovering about his lips. “Take warning by my son, and draw out no pro- gramme with reference to your future marriage,” said the elder Brunnow. “A woman upsets all your plans and all your reckoning with a breath.” The words were intended playfully, but the speaker’s eyes were fixed with an earnest scrutiny on the young man he addressed. : George shook his head. “My future marriage?” he repeated. “I shall never marry. You know my resolve full well.” “Yes, but I have always combated it. At your age, one cannot bid final adieu to happiness, and ~ you especially are not made to stand alone. Am- bition will never fill your life. You need family, domestic ties.” Winterfeld made no reply. He leaned forward on the veranda railings, and looked out at the lake. The doctor laid his hand on his shoulder. “George, does the old wound still bleed?” George turned round. In the sorrowful eyes which met his, he recognized a kindred spirit. “There are wounds which never close,”-he re- plied. “I cannot, perhaps, make such passionate demonstration of my feelings as some, but when I once give myself heart and soul, my attachment knows no change. I could not put it from me,even if I would.” : “Have youseen Gabrielle lately?” asked Brun- now, after a pause. “Yes, too often formy peace. I am now con- (E(@) Gomicbooks