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"That, too, is something I will leave to counsel not my own."
The lady's eyes leveled on mine then, and I felt as though she were trying to tell me something. Whatever her purpose, I felt her sorrow then. It tore through me, a cold wind in a dark place, and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to leave. My father, seeming to sense my discomfort, turned back toward me. His eyes reflected the feeling in my own soul.
"Everything is in place," he continued, turning his empty gaze once more upon the woman on the bench. "Are you ready?"
Her sigh was a great and terrible thing. "I doubt that I shall ever be 'ready,' but I am more weary of waiting than I am fearful of whatever the future holds."
"All that is well enough," my father said, and made for the door. I bolted to his side. "The tide is changing."
"Turning like mad angels," replied the lady, her voice calm and flat as a windless sea. "I will see you in three days." Whether this last was directed at my father or myself or the both of us is as irrelevant as it was unknown to me.
Not another word was spoken. We turned and headed back to the carriage, then London, then home.
The lady's eyes leveled on mine then, and I felt as though she were trying to tell me something. Whatever her purpose, I felt her sorrow then. It tore through me, a cold wind in a dark place, and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to leave. My father, seeming to sense my discomfort, turned back toward me. His eyes reflected the feeling in my own soul.
"Everything is in place," he continued, turning his empty gaze once more upon the woman on the bench. "Are you ready?"
Her sigh was a great and terrible thing. "I doubt that I shall ever be 'ready,' but I am more weary of waiting than I am fearful of whatever the future holds."
"All that is well enough," my father said, and made for the door. I bolted to his side. "The tide is changing."
"Turning like mad angels," replied the lady, her voice calm and flat as a windless sea. "I will see you in three days." Whether this last was directed at my father or myself or the both of us is as irrelevant as it was unknown to me.
Not another word was spoken. We turned and headed back to the carriage, then London, then home.