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"Well," replied that gentleman, smiling genially, "speaking for myself, I would more than half like to stay and see this thing through; but the ladies are in the majority, and I will abide by their decision. How is it, Edith? I suppose, as the novelists say, you will be 'torn by conflicting emotions." "You horrid old papa! Of course, if auntie is going back, I shall go with her.
"And as it is the fulfillment of a promise which you claim, I am going to ask Miss Powers and the judge if they will permit me to add you to the party, and then go and get permission from your mother to take you with us." "My mother told me to go and bother Auntie Charlotte an hour or two and that was when I met you.
So now I ask you to go back to your Auntie Lisbeth, to take care of her, to shield and guard her from all things evil, and never to forget that you are her loyal and true knight; and now kiss your sword in token, will you?" and I passed back the weapon. "Yes," he answered, with glistening eyes, "I will, on my honour, so help me Sam!" and he kissed the sword. "Good!" I exclaimed; "thank you, Imp."
He could not deny he wanted to go to the Front he confessed, but maybe it was just a foolish love of adventure and it did not interfere with the fact that he was needed at home. "So I'll jist stay here, Auntie Elspie," he repeated, "I am needed here, and I would be ashamed to turn my back on you. I couldn't be happy knowing you needed me, and I wasn't here to take care of you all."
It's not your fault. Things have just happened. And you see, I understand. I felt the same about Auntie Adeline after Mother died. I didn't want to see her because she reminded me and yet, really, I loved her all the time." "You won't go back on me for it?" "I wouldn't go back on you whatever you did. And you mustn't keep on thinking I want to go to India. I don't care a rap about India itself.
"Well, good-bye, Auntie," said June; "I must get on," and kissing her aunts, she looked defiantly round the room, said "Good-bye" again, and went. A breeze seemed to pass out with her, as if everyone had sighed. The third sensation came before anyone had time to speak: "Mr. James Forsyte." James came in using a stick slightly and wrapped in a fur coat which gave him a fictitious bulk.
She sat down on the edge of his bed and he placed the lamp on his high old dresser and came and sat beside her wonderingly. "I couldn't help hearing you tossing about. You're not sleepin', Gavie, you're worryin', lad." "No, no, Auntie Elspie," he cried hastily, "I'm all right, I'm not sick. You go back to bed, do. You'll catch cold." But the woman only gazed at him mournfully.
"Why, you are quite a poet, Sarah." "Me, mum?" ejaculated the other, more astonished than ever. "Whatever have I gone and done now?" "Yes," continued her mistress, "you've just supplied `the missing link' in our rhyme; and people who make poetry, of course, are poets." "Oh, auntie, I see, I see!" called out Nellie excitedly, in great glee. "I see it don't you, Bob?"
She drew a low seat to the side of the old lady, and looking her full in the face, spoke in a voice low, intense, full of purpose. "Auntie, it is time you told me more about my mother. You have evaded, my step-father has forbidden, my questioning, but if I am ever to know aught of my dead mother's history, I intend to hear it from your lips to-day."
"Yes, auntie." "Where is that black bag the little one?" "Right here." "Well, I wish you'd get out my black veil. We're nearly there." "But it's so hot and thick, auntie!" "Pollyanna, I asked for that black veil. If you'd please learn to do what I ask without arguing about it, it would be a great deal easier for me. I want that veil.
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