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The prices were so ridiculous that I wouldn't let her unpack the box. I'd be ashamed to pay her the price she asked. It's made by a little lame girl up the main road. I'm to go up there sometime next week." "Fairy godmother?" asked Allan, good-naturedly. He had known Eloise for many years. "Perhaps," she answered, somewhat shamefaced. "What's the use of having money if you don't spend it?"
Rex Krane broke down and sobbed as if his heart would break. But Mat, calm, poised, and always merciful, merely said: "We must wait awhile." It was many days before she broke the news to Eloise St. Vrain, who only smiled and said: "Gail is mistaken. Beverly couldn't desert." It was when the word came to Aunty Boone that the storm broke.
"Because you love Jack Harcourt, I suppose," Howard said, a little bitterly, and Eloise replied, "I do not think we should bring Mr. Harcourt into the discussion. When he asks me to be his wife it will be time to know whether I love him or not. I cannot marry you."
"Eloise," I cried, the heart joy apparent in my voice. "Good God! I had forgotten." She held forth her hand, her eyes smiling. "I hold that not strange," she answered, the soft voice faltering slightly. "I saw you groping like a blind man, yet could neither move nor speak. I lay helpless as if paralyzed. Tell me what has happened."
I stirred one of his breed once at the Cathedral by some wild prank, and carry the scar of it still. But come, it becomes dusk. Let's break our fast, and while eating consider the best plan for the night. Eloise, do you awaken refreshed?"
Eloise was interested because those around her were, and she offered her white apron a second time as the only thing she had to give. "I guess I'll do it up and flute the ruffles," Mrs. Biggs said. "'Tain't mussy, but a little rinse and starch won't harm it."
The perfect acting of such an assumed character would not prove difficult to her, while their servile worship of the protesting Puritan, whose red hair alone had elevated him to sainthood, proved how easily these savages might be deceived, and led slaves by subtle magic. Yet who was the woman? Whence came she? Why should she ever have chosen such a life? And Eloise!
"But, Gail," Eloise exclaimed, "I said I could not send you any word, but you would understand. I I couldn't say any more than that." Her voice was full of tears and she turned away from me and looked at the last radiant tints edging the little cloud-flecks above the horizon. "Of course I understand you, Eloise, and I do not blame you. I never could blame you for anything." I sprang to my feet.
Biggs think I can't manage," Eloise said, with a little gasp, such as she always felt when she thought of Tom, who, Tim had reported, was boasting of what he meant to do with the lame schoolmarm when she came. Jack detected the trouble in her voice, and asked who Tom Walker was.
She took one step toward her, then stopped at the sound of Barker's voice. "Ladies and gentlemen," he called. "Although we are obliged to announce that our star rider, Miss Polly, will not appear to-night, we offer you in her place an able substitute, Mademoiselle Eloise, on her black, untamed horse, Barbarian." Eloise put her hands on the horse's back to mount. "No! No!" cried Polly.
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