And, as he was about to put himself into a posture of defence, his mother clasped him in her arms. ’ ‘What?’ uttered Gerald, startled. Perhaps, after all, the others were right. Now lend me your own hand. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. Enough to let her find out a piece of information most urgent. Dinner was quite uneventful. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that her courage sometimes faltered. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. "To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. ‘It were that there major, miss. We are very poor, but manage to squeeze a little happiness out of each day.
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