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"I quite see the force of that. But Evie wouldn't. Don't you understand? That's my point. She would only see the horror of it, and she would be overwhelmed. It wouldn't matter to her that you could bring forward arguments in your own defence. She wouldn't be capable of understanding them. You must see for yourself that mentally and spiritually just as bodily she's as fragile as a butterfly.
But there was a bundle of blazing stuff in front of them, an' it seemed to worry them quite a deal. You started for the door. They got busy to use their guns right away. Then something happened. We'd forgot Evie. Guess we were plumb staggered. Something rushed past us, into that blazing hut. It was Evie, an' she managed to get between you and them just as you dropped. She fell where she stood.
Again he shook his head obstinately. "No; be reasonable." "I AM reasonable," she said shortly. "I don't want any drunken men in the house." "Who said you did?" "Then use the small bowl." "Now, Evie " He grasped the smaller bowl to lift it back. Instantly her hands were on it, holding it down.
Her voice was gruffer, her manner more downright, and she was inclined to patronize the more foolish virgin. Margaret was silly enough to be pained at this. Depressed at her isolation, she saw not only houses and furniture, but the vessel of life itself slipping past her, with people like Evie and Mr. Cahill on board.
No; she had vowed to be less polite to servants in the future. "I am swathed in cant," she thought, "and it is good for me to be stripped of it." And all that she thought or did or breathed was a quiet preparation for Paul. Paul was inevitable. Charles was taken up with another girl, Mr. Wilcox was so old, Evie so young, Mrs. Wilcox so different.
You had better give it up, Evie, and leave me to fight it out alone. I'll come to my senses in time, and write pretty, gushing letters to say how charmed I am and make funny little jokes at the end about my own collapse. This is Monday perhaps by Wednesday or Thursday " "I expect it will be Tuesday, and not an hour later.
And first of them, let me explain how it happened that Evie managed to fall into the Pirate's clutches. I told her later that it was owing to feminine curiosity. She, on the other hand, declares it was entirely owing to her anxiety on my account.
The two watchers exchanged a rapid glance, and even in that moment of agitation Rhoda realised that this was the awakening which they had been dreading, this the explanation of the universal depression. A new note of fear sounded in her voice, as she quavered feebly: "Is Evie dead?" "No, no, nor likely to die! She has been ill, but is getting better now.
"The same to you, and many of them," she continued, sitting down without waiting for an invitation, and smiling round in genial fashion. "It really was as good as a play, standing there, and watching you two scribbling away with faces as solemn as judges and what a squeal Evie gave! It made me jump in my skin!
He gave her a quick look, astonished rather than startled, but there was no time for further speech before Evie and her companion returned. It was Miriam's intention to put her plan into immediate execution, but she let most of the next day go by without doing anything.
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