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The reader resumed; but perfect spontaneity was somehow lost both for him and for Mary. Marcella's stormy presence worked in them both, like a troubling leaven. Nevertheless, the priest went steadily through his duty, dwelling on every pang of the Passion, putting together every sacred and sublime word.
There she was, sitting quietly against the wall in a remote corner, her plain face all smiles, her little feet dancing under the white muslin frock which she had fashioned for herself with so much pain under Marcella's directions.
The laziness and disobligingness of the girls in this store is really getting beyond endurance." A passionate answer was on the point of Marcella's tongue. All her bitterness and suffering and resentment flashed into her face and eyes. For one moment she was determined to speak out, to repay Mrs. Liddell's insolence in kind. A retort was ready to her hand. Everyone knew that Mrs.
Christian had always taken for granted that she understood the grounds of the breach between him and his uncle; without ever unbosoming himself, he had occasionally, in his softer moments, alluded to the awkward subject in language which he thought easy enough to interpret. Now at length, in reply to some remark of Marcella's, he said with significant accent: 'Janet was very friendly to me.
"Well, my dear," said Betty, laughing, and slipping her arm through Marcella's as they stood in the opening of the window, "I see you have been doing your duty for once. Let me pat you on the back. All the more that I gather you are not exactly enchanted with Lady Tressady. You really should keep your face in order.
Why, I have hardly talked about books to him at all." "Well! here he comes," said Lady Winterbourne, smiling suddenly; "so I can ask him. But I am sure he did say so." It was now Marcella's turn to colour. Aldous Raeburn crossed the room, greeted Lady Winterbourne, and next moment she felt her hand in his.
The look of suffering for an instant was unmistakable; then she started at the sound of Marcella's step, and put down the caddy amid the delicate china crowded on the tray, with all the quiet precision of her ordinary manner. "You will have to wait for your tea," she said, "the water doesn't nearly boil."
And her sense of their unwarrantable injustice kept her tense and silent till she was roused to a childish and passionate pleasure by a first sight of the wide lawns and time-stained front of Mellor. Of such elements, such memories of persons, things, and events, was Marcella's reverie by the window made up.
Oh, if Patty were to to but Marcella could not complete the sentence even in thought. If they were not so desperately poor! Marcella's bitterness overflowed her soul at the thought. Everywhere around her were evidences of wealth wealth often lavishly and foolishly spent and she could not get money enough anywhere to save her sister's life!
Louis sat, laughing helplessly until he realized that Marcella's white face was vanishing and he kissed his hand to her solemnly. "Goo' ni' ole girl. Going fin' woman. Meet thee at Philippi! Ah, oui, oui! Marsh ella! Look! Noblest Rom' of them all! Elements so mixshed mixshed can't stan' up, ole girl."
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