... From that
she arose clear-eyed to meet the future. If she had been so loved, so
served by man so generous and so fine, the rest of her life might well be
spent in testimony. Her single aim now should be to recover herself, to be
what he had once seen her. And for all this high remembrance and high
hope--thanks to Mr. Cyrus Worthington!
Lady Maria, as the weeks went by, watched her carefully, and marked the
change. Sanchia was very subdued, and now went to church. This to the old
lady, who did not, was remarkable. She was not aware, naturally, of a
passage in a letter which pictured her in church--with her "dear
obsequious head, bowed in a fair place to a fair emblem." She could not
have understood, if she had had it explained, that the girl, conscious of
her stiff neck, was teaching herself obsequiousness for the sake of him
who had seen her so and found her dear. None of these things were for Lady
Maria's comprehension; but she reflected aloud upon church-going, and got
her young friend to explanations.
"Yes," Sanchia said, "I do go to church. For a long time, you see, I
couldn't--but now I feel that I can. We were all brought up to go to
church."
"So was I," said Lady Maria, "and that, I take it, is why I don't go now.
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