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What settled the matter in the end was that Phoebe cried bitterly at being misrepresented, while Maisie was so ill-advised as not to do the same, and even made some parade of triumph. "Yow are Maisie. I heerd yow a-crowun'," said an old stone-dresser, who, with other mill-hands, was referred to for an opinion.
My work is everything I have, or am, or hope to be, to me, and I believe I've learnt the law that governs it; but I've some lingering sense of fun left, though you've nearly knocked it out of me. I can just see that it isn't everything to all the world. Do what I say, and not what I do. Maisie was careful not to reopen debatable matters, and they returned to London joyously.
Wix, whom at this moment and even in the whirl of her transit Maisie saw, very red, exchange a quick queer look with Sir Claude. The impression of the look remained with her, confronting her with such a critical little view of her mother's explosion that she felt the less ashamed of herself for incurring the reproach with which she had been cast off.
We've settled it that we can't go on deceiving her, and we aren't going to make her unhappy. There's nothing else to be done." "Except to bear it." "And how long do you suppose that'll last? We can't bear it. Look at it straight. It's all so horribly simple. If we were beasts and only thought of ourselves and didn't think of Maisie it wouldn't matter to us what we did. But we can't be beasts.
I cried, my hand on his shoulder, touched to the heart by his simple generosity, "don't let us talk of grudges and forgiveness. All I want to know is whether you're contented?" "Contented?" he cried. "I should just think I am. I'm the happiest ass that doesn't eat thistles!" "Explain yourself, my dear Dale," said I, relapsing into my old manner. "I'm going to marry Maisie Ellerton."
Oh she couldn't bear to hear him say that! "To you? Don't you really believe how she loves you?" Sir Claude examined his belief. "Of course I know she's wonderful." "She's just every bit as fond of you as I am," said Maisie. "She told me so yesterday." "Ah then," he promptly exclaimed, "she HAS tried to affect you! I don't love HER, don't you see?
He held authority in that house, authority limited, indeed, to one-half of one afternoon in seven, but very real while it lasted. Maisie had learned to appeal to him on many subjects, from the proper packing of pictures to the condition of a smoky chimney. The red-haired girl never consulted him about anything.
Smeaton began to ask me about the road which Maisie would take to get to the Heseltons' farm the road which we, of course, were taking ourselves.
Wix enjoys her being so kind. She was tremendously kind all day yesterday." "I see. And what did she do?" Sir Claude asked. Maisie was now busy with her breakfast, and her companion attacked his own; so that it was all, in form at least, even more than their old sociability. "Everything she could think of. She was as nice to her as you are," the child said. "She talked to her all day."
For Maisie herself indeed what had happened was oddly, as she could feel, less of a simple rapture than any arrival or return of the same supreme friend had ever been before. What had become overnight, what had become while she slept, of the comfortable faculty of gladness?
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