Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

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           Herememberedthatonce,inAmerica,whenshewasagirl,andhehadgonetostaywithherfamilyinthecountry,shehadbeenoutwhenhearrived,andhermotherhadtoldhimtolookforherinthegarden.Shewasnotinthegarden,butbeyondithehadseenherapproachingdownalongshadypath.Withouthasteningherstepshehadsmiledandsignedtohimtowait;andcharmedbythelightsandshadowsthatplayeduponherasshemoved,andbythepleasureofwatchingherslowadvancetowardhim,hehadobeyedherandstoodstill.Andsosheseemednowtobewalkingtohimdowntheyears,thelightandshadeofoldmemoriesandnewhopesplayingvariouslyonher,andeachstepgivinghimthevisionofadifferentgrace.Shedidnotwaverorturnaside;heknewshewouldcomestraighttowherehestood;butsomethinginhereyessaid“Wait”,andagainheobeyedandwaited.

           Onthefourthdayanunexpectedeventthrewouthiscalculations.SummonedtotownbythearrivalinEnglandofherhusband’smother,sheleftwithoutgivingDarrowthechancehehadcountedon,andhecursedhimselfforadilatoryblunderer.Still,hisdisappointmentwastemperedbythecertaintyofbeingwithheragainbeforesheleftforFrance;andtheydidinfactseeeachotherinLondon.There,however,theatmospherehadchangedwiththeconditions.Hecouldnotsaythatsheavoidedhim,oreventhatshewasashadelessgladtoseehim;butshewasbesetbyfamilydutiesand,ashethought,alittletooreadilyresignedtothem.

           TheMarquisedeChantelle,asDarrowsoonperceived,hadthesamemildformidablenessasthelateMr.

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