Between Snow and Fire — page 236: what you’re looking at

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- ai CHAPTER XXXVI. A ROW IN THE CAMP, THERE was just this much to bear out the ill-natured com- ments of the scandal-mongers, in that the re-appearance of the missing cousin had gone very far towards consoling the young widow for the loss of the dead husband. The fact was that where her strongest, deepest feelings were concerned, Eanswyth, like most other women, was a bad actress, The awful poignancy of her suffering had been too real—the subsequent and blissful revulsion too overpower- ing—for her to be able to counterfeit the one or dissemble the other, with anything like a satisfactory result. Those who had witnessed the former, now shook their heads, feel- ing convinced that they had then mistaken the object of it. They began to look at Eanswyth ever so little askance. But why need she care if they did? She was indepen- dent, young and beautiful. She loved passionately, and her love was abundantly returned. A great and absorbing in- terest has a tendency to dwarf all minor worries, She did not, in fact, care. Eustace, thanks to hiscool and cautious temperament, was a better actor; so good, indeed, that to those who watched them it seemed that the affection was mainly, if not entirely, on one side. Sometimes he would warn her. “For your own sake, dearest,’”’ he would say on such rare occasions when they were alone together. ‘ For your own sake try and keep up appearances a little longer; at any rate until we are out of this infernal back-biting, gossipy little hole. Remember, you are supposed to be plunged in an abyss of woe,and here you are looking as absurdly happy as a bird which has just escaped from a cage.” ‘Oh, darling, you are right as usual,” she would reply, trying to look serious. “But what am I todo? No won- der people think I have no heart," Gomilchdoo S (Elo) m