'I suppose I may call,' said he coldly. 'On Mr. Hale, I mean. He

will perhaps admit me after to-morrow or so.' He spoke as if the answer were a matter of indifference to him.

But it was not so. For all his pain, he longed to see the author

of it. Although he hated Margaret at times, when he thought of

that gentle familiar attitude and all the attendant

circumstances, he had a restless desire to renew her picture in

his mind--a longing for the very atmosphere she breathed. He was

in the Charybdis of passion, and must perforce circle and circle

ever nearer round the fatal centre.

'I dare say, sir, master will see you. He was very sorry to have

to deny you the other day; but circumstances was not agreeable

just then.' For some reason or other, Dixon never named this interview that

she had had with Mr. Thornton to Margaret. It might have been

mere chance, but so it was that Margaret never heard that he had

attended her poor mother's funeral.




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