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There were flowers in most of the patterns flowers, as it appeared, of Maggie's fancy. "I say, did you do all that yourself, Maggie?" "Yes, that's what I can do. I make the patterns out of me head, and they're mostly flowers, because I love 'em. It's pretty, isn't it?" said Maggie, stroking tenderly a pattern of pansies, blue pansies, such as she had never sold in Evans's shop.
Then he laughed: "How beautiful you are! There are queens born and queens made I shall call you the queen of the mill, eh?" He reached out and tried to take her hand, but she shrank behind the machine and then "Oh, Maggie!" she exclaimed for the girl's face was now white and she stood with a strained mouth as if ready to sob. "Oh, Maggie's a good little girl," said Travis, catching her hand.
Fanny Assingham was there to explain away of this she was duly conscious; for that at least had been true up to now. In the light, however, of Maggie's demonstration the quantity, even without her taking as yet a more exact measure, might well seem larger than ever.
Maggie's eyes dropped again. "Hoo should I know?" she asked innocently. "Nor care, neither, I s'pose," he said in reproachful accents. "Yo' want me me to go and leave yo', and go reet awa'; I see hoo 'tis. Yo' wouldna mind, not yo', if yo' was niver to see pore David agin. I niver thowt yo' welly like me, Maggie; and noo I know it." "Yo' silly lad," the girl murmured, knitting steadfastly.
Happily the moon was now up, so that Andrew was soon able to find the things they had both dropped in their haste, and Maggie had soon wrapped the baby in the winsey petticoat she had been carrying. Andrew took up his loaf and his other packages, and they set out again for Bogsheuch, Maggie's heart all but overwhelmed with its exultation.
Mrs. Assingham, it struck him, applied two or three of the finest in their discussion of their young friend so different a figure now from that early playmate of Maggie's as to whom he could almost recall from of old the definite occasions of his having paternally lumped the two children together in the recommendation that they shouldn't make too much noise nor eat too much jam.
The time had been taken up largely by his active reception of his own wedding-guests and by Maggie's scarce less absorbed entertainment of her friend, whom she had kept for hours together in Portland Place; whom she had not, as wouldn't have been convenient, invited altogether as yet to migrate, but who had been present, with other persons, his contingent, at luncheon, at tea, at dinner, at perpetual repasts he had never in his life, it struck him, had to reckon with so much eating whenever he had looked in.
"Maggie," he began, "you may think me bold, but there is something I very much wish to know, and which you, if you choose, can tell me. From what I have heard, I am led to think you are engaged. Will you tell me if this is true?" The bright color faded from Maggie's cheek, while her eyes grew darker than before, and still she did not speak.
Assingham gave it up. "How couldn't I, how couldn't I?" Then, with a fine freedom, she went all her way. "How CAN'T I, how can't I?" It fixed afresh Maggie's wide eyes on her. "I see I see. Well, it's beautiful for you to be able to. And of course," she added, "you wanted to help Charlotte." "Yes" Fanny considered it "I wanted to help Charlotte.
"Was there any hope in the future for their marriage?" Then he acknowledged to his soul that the woman was inexpressibly dear to him. As for Maggie's love of himself, he hoped, and yet he feared it; feared it, because he loved her so well that he did not like to think of the suffering she must bear with him. He felt that no prospect of their marriage could be entertained.
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