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The Heir of Redclyffe

Chapter 33
From darkness here and dreariness,
We ask not full repose.--CHRISTIAN YEAR
It seemed as if the fatigue which Guy had undergone was going to make itself felt at last,
for he had a slight headache the next morning, and seemed dull and weary. Both he and
Amabel sat for some time with Philip, and when she went away to write her letters, Philip
began discussing a plan which had occurred to him of offering himself as chief of the
constabulary force in the county where Redclyffe was situated. It was an office which
would suit him very well, and opened a new hope of his marriage, and he proceeded to
reckon on Lord Thorndale's interest, counting up all the magistrates he knew, and talking
them over with Guy, who, however, did not know enough of his own neighbourhood to
be of much use; and when he came up-stairs a little after, said he was vexed at having
been so stupid. He was afraid he had seemed unkind and indifferent. But the truth was
that he was so heavy and drowsy, that he had actually fallen twice into a doze while
Philip was talking.
'Of course,' said Amy, 'gentle sleep will take her revenge at last for your calling her a
popular delusion. Lie down, let her have her own way, and you will be good for
something by and by.'
He took her advice, slept for a couple of hours, and awoke a good deal refreshed, so that
though his head still ached, he was able to attend as usual to Philip in the evening.
He did not waken the next morning till so late, that he sprung up in consternation, and
began to dress in haste to go to Philip; but presently he came back from his dressing-
room with a hasty uncertain step, and threw himself down on the bed. Amabel came to
his side in an instant, much frightened at his paleness, but he spoke directly. 'Only a fit of
giddiness--it is going off;' and he raised himself, but was obliged to lie down again
directly.
'You had better keep quiet' said she. 'Is it your headache?'
'It is aching,' said Guy, and she put her hand over it.
'How hot and throbbing!' said she. ' You must have caught cold in that walk. No, don't try
to move; it is only making it worse.'
'I must go to Philip,' he answered, starting up; but this brought on such a sensation of
dizziness and faintness, that he sunk back on the pillow.
'No; it is of no use to fight against it,' said Amy, as soon as he was a little better. 'Never
mind Philip, I'll go to him. You must keep quiet, and I will get you a cup of hot tea.'
 
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