I won't look
at him, but I FEEL him staring at me, and it makes me so nervous."
"They say his mother was out of her mind at one time," said
Felicity.
I do not think Felicity was quite well pleased that Cyrus should
have passed over her rose-red prettiness to set his affections on
that demure elf of a Cecily. She did not want the allegiance of
Cyrus in the least, but it was something of a slight that he had
not wanted her to want it.
"And he sends me pieces of poetry he cuts out of the papers,"
Cecily went on, "with lots of the lines marked with a lead pencil.
Yesterday he put one in his letter, and this is what he marked:
"'If you will not relent to me
Then must I learn to know
Darkness alone till life be flown.
Here--I have the piece in my sewing-bag--I'll read it all to you."
Those three graceless girls read the sentimental rhyme and giggled
over it. Poor Cyrus! His young affections were sadly misplaced.
But after all, though Cecily never relented towards him, he did
not condemn himself to darkness alone till life was flown. Quite
early in life he wedded a stout, rosy, buxom lass, the very
antithesis of his first love; he prospered in his undertakings,
raised a large and respectable family, and was eventually
appointed a Justice of the Peace.
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