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Then, her face sobering, she plunged into the middle of things with, "What would you say, Emma, if I were to give half of our quarters to some one else?" "I'd say that I was lucky to have half of the half that's left," was Emma's prompt retort. "You're a dear!" cried Grace impulsively. "I knew you were true blue. Still, I must tell you all about certain things before you decide.
He seemed to her paltry, weak, a cipher in a word, a poor thing in every way. How to get rid of him? What an interminable evening! Something stupefying like the fumes of opium seized her. They heard in the passage the sharp noise of a wooden leg on the boards. It was Hippolyte bringing back Emma's luggage. In order to put it down he described painfully a quarter of a circle with his stump.
As she was leaving: "Generally it's the other way around," smiled the boss, regarding Emma's trim comeliness, "but seeing you're a lady, why, it'll be on me." He reached for his hat. "Let's go and have ah a little something." "Not any, thanks," Emma McChesney replied, a little wearily. On her way back to the hotel she frankly loitered.
'Supposing all marriages miserable. 'To the mind of me, said Diana, and observed Emma's rather saddened eyelids for a proof that schemes to rob her of dear liberty were certainly planned.
Aunt Emma's hand! Aunt Emma's hand! That was Aunt Emma's hand, every touch and every line of it. But no! where were the marks, those well-known marks on the palm? I took up the big magnifying-glass with which I had often scanned that photograph close before. Not a sign or a trace of them. I shut my eyes, and called up again the mental Picture of the murder.
"Why, all the garden is father's," cried Charlie, laughing at her, and with one accord they all turned and looked over the garden which was 'all father's, and the untidiness, the look of neglect stamped upon everything, brought a sense of shame to the father's heart. "But there aren't any flowers," sighed Margery. Aunt Emma's voice was heard calling them in to breakfast.
He took a hansom. It generally fell to Emma's share to put her sister's children to bed, for Mrs. Clay was seldom at home in the evening. But for Emma, indeed, the little ones would have been sadly off for motherly care.
Would Jane but go, means were to be found, servants sent, friends contrived no travelling difficulty allowed to exist; but still she had declined it! "She must have some motive, more powerful than appears, for refusing this invitation," was Emma's conclusion. "She must be under some sort of penance, inflicted either by the Campbells or herself.
The soul's great idol, whatever it be, the "man of sin" sitting in the place of God, must be dethroned before the Holy will enter in. Yet Emma's words stirred still more those powers of the soul which Graffam had felt that morning struggling franticly with their chains.
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