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Graeme, be sure Harry will come back to you again." Graeme sat still with her head bowed down. "Graeme Miss Elliott. Tell me what you would have me do?" Graeme rose. "You are very kind," she repeated. "I cannot think to-night. We must wait till Arthur comes home." He went up and down the room several times, and then came and stood by her side again.
Graeme knew nothing whatever of Sark save what his friend had let fall at times.
Cause your gates to be opened, and your bridges to be lowered. I will set forward this very night. When I come again, I will demand from you a strict account, for I have left with you the jewel of my life! Sleep will visit me but in snatches, food will not refresh me, rest will not restore my strength, until I see Roland Graeme. Once more, farewell."
All the rest, excepting her father, and not excepting Janet, were down with sea-sickness, and even Norman and Harry had lost heart under its depressing influence. Another hour in the close cabin, and Graeme felt she must yield too and then what would become of Rose? So into a mist that was almost rain she came, as the day was breaking, and sat down with her little sister upon the deck.
'Shall I go to him? she asked with timid eagerness and deepening colour. 'He is sleeping. He said he would come to you, I replied. 'I shall wait for him, she said softly, and the tenderness in her tone went straight to my heart, and it seemed to me a man might suffer much to be loved with love such as this. In the early afternoon Graeme came to her.
Gang awa' to your bed." Graeme rose; but did not go. "But couldna Sandy go with us? It would only be one more. Surely, Janet " Janet made a movement of impatience, or entreaty, Graeme did not know which, but it stopped her. "Na, na! Sandy couldna leave my mother, even if it would be wise for me to take him. There's no more to be said about that."
She was of average height but inclined to plumpness, and so looked smaller than Margaret; and she had no great pretensions to beauty, Graeme thought but then he was biassed for life and incapable of free and impartial judgment save such as might be found in a very frank face given to much laughter, a rather wide mouth and nice white teeth, abundant dark hair and a pair of challenging brown eyes which now, getting over their first confusion and finding herself at all events fully dressed, wherein she had the advantage of him rested with much appreciation on the young man in front of her.
Tell me what you wish. Must Harry stay or go?" Graeme sank down with a cry, wringing her hands. "Oh! Harry! Harry!" Mr Ruthven made one step toward her. "Miss Elliott, I dare not say to you that you think too severely of Harry's fault. But he is young, and I do not really fear for him. And you have more cause to be hopeful than I. Think of your father, and your father's God.
Norman is out there, and there are hundreds of women who have their own place and work in the world, who have not been driven by necessity to look for them the necessity of making a living, I mean. There are other necessities that a woman must feel some more than others, I suppose. It is an idle, foolish, vain life that I am living. I know that I have not enough to fill my life, Graeme.
I think, now, I should admire Mrs Elliott's most," said Mr Green, gravely. They both curtseyed to him. "You see, Rosie, Mr Green has decided in my favour," said Fanny, triumphantly. "Yes, but not in favour of your wreath. The others thought the same, but I don't mind about that. It is our wreaths I want to know about. Let us ask Graeme." But Graeme did not come alone.
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