Oldal 181 [181]
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LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY. 161 ed The veins on the old Earl’s forehead stood out like purple cords. Something else stood out upon it too—cold drops of moisture. He took out his handkerchief and swept them away. His smile grew even more bitter. "And I,” he said, "I objected to—to the other woman, the mother of this child” (pointing to the sleeping form on the sofa); "1 refused to recognize her. And yet she could spell her own name. 1 suppose this is retribution.” Suddenly he sprang up from his chair and began to walk up and down the room. Fierce and terrible words poured forth from his lips. His rage and hatred and cruel disappointment shook him as a storm shakes a tree. His violence was something dreadful to see, and yet Mr. Havisham noticed that at the very worst of his wrath he never seemed to forget the little sleeping figure on the yellow satin cushion, and that he never once spoke loud enough to awaken it. "] might have known it,” he said. ‘They were a disgrace to me from their first hour! I hated them both; and they hated me! Bevis was the worse of the two. I will not believe this yet, though! I will contend against it to the last. But it is like Bevis — it is like him!” And then he raged again and asked questions about the woman, about her proofs, and pacing the room, turned first white and then purple in his repressed fury. When at last he had learned all there was to be told, and knew the worst, Mr. Havisham looked at him with a feeling of anxiety. He looked broken and haggard and changed. His rages had always been bad for him, but this one had been worse than the rest because there had been something more than rage init. —— He came slowly back to the sofa, at last, and stood near it. ‘If any one had told me I could be fond of a child,” he said, his harsh voice low and unsteady, "I should not have believed them. II
