She always came away with a sad heart.
One evening in the week she looked forward to with eagerness; it was
that on which Waymark was generally expected. In Waymark's presence
she could forget those dark spirits that hovered about her; she
could forget herself, and be at rest in the contemplation of
strength and confidence. There was a ring in his voice which
inspired faith; whatever might be his own doubts and difficulties--
and his face testified to his knowledge of both--it was so certain
that he had power to overcome them. This characteristic grew
stronger in him to her observation; he was a far other man now than
when she first knew him; the darkness had passed from his eyes,
which seemed always to look straight forward, and with perception of
an end he was nearing. Why could she not make opportunities of
speaking freely with him, alone with him? They were less near to
each other, it seemed, after a year of constant meeting, than in the
times when, personally all but strangers, they had corresponded so
frankly and unconventionally. Of course he came to the house for her
sake; it could not but be so; yet at times he seemed to pay so
little attention to her. Her mother often monopolised him through a
whole evening, and not apparently to his annoyance.
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