His Grace — page 125: what you’re looking at

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HIS GRACE. 119 CHAPTER X, SOMETHING LIKE A DAY. HURSTBOURNE, as I have said, went over to Laven- ham in spite of his mother; some more definite invitation than that which he had received in my hearing must, I suppose, have reached him by post. Anyhow, he went, and, for my part, I tried to persuade myself that it was just as well that he should go. Miss St. George or another—what did it matter? Sooner or later my poor Nora was certain to be ejected from her fool’s paradise, and the sooner she was made to submit to that painful process of eviction the sooner her troubles would be over. Imay be mistaken, but my impression is that nine people out of ten recover from the pangs of un- requited affection within a year, or, at the outside, eighteen months. It is true that there always remains © the case of the tenth person to be considered, and that is why I was a sorrowful man in those days. Nora might be exceptional: nothing proved to me that she was not so: I could not tell how she was taking it all, and of course I could not ask her. Only I saw by the heaviness of her eyelids and the pallor of her cheeks that she was not getting her fair share of sleep: added to which, she assumed a certain hard gayety of de- meanor which was neither natural nor of a nature to GEomichoo cS (Ee)