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I want somebody I know something about. Finest stretch of prairie and timber you ever squinted your eye over, Sam. Now if you was " "Speaking of hydrophobia," said the dogman, "the other night he chewed a piece out of my leg because I knocked a fly off of Marcella's arm. 'It ought to be cauterized, says Marcella, and I was thinking so myself.
"Oh! but impossible! Does that mean that you ever read my poor little speeches?" He pointed to the local newspaper, freshly cut, which lay on a table at Marcella's elbow. "Sometimes " said Marcella, embarrassed. "There is so little time." In truth she had hardly given his candidature a thought since the day Aldous proposed to her.
"You were born under the protection of Virgo," said the gipsy, and Marcella's eyes grew round and big. "You will go by strange paths and take the man you need. There will be many to hurt you. Fire and flood shall be your companions; in wounding you will heal, in losing you will gain; your body will be a battle-ground."
"So Panton told me," said Betty, sinking down on a high stool beside Marcella's chair, and taking off her hat; "and Panton doesn't tell me any stories now I've trained him. I wonder how many he tells in the day? Don't you think there will be a special little corner of purgatory for London butlers? I hope Panton will get off easy!"
So he parried Marcella's exclamation by asking her whether she had any idea how many human hands a parliamentary candidate had to shake between breakfast and bed; and then, having so slipped into another tone, he tried to amuse himself and her by some of the daily humours of the contest.
The young man's blue eyes, all alert and curious at the mention of Marcella's name, ran over the girl's face and form. Then he bowed with a certain charming exaggeration like an eighteenth-century beau with his hand upon his heart and turned back with them a step or two towards the road. "A woman has enough to govern wisely Her own demeanours, passions and divisions."
The tone of the magistrate and the magnate goaded Marcella's quivering nerves. "What is justice?" she cried; "the system that wastes human lives in protecting your tame pheasants?" A cloud came over the stern clearness of his look. He gave a bitter sigh the sigh of the man to whom his own position in life had been, as it were, one long scruple. "You may well ask that!" he said.
I dare say!" said Miss Raeburn, stitching away with fiery energy, "but since then a poacher has murdered one of our gamekeepers, which makes all the difference." "What do you mean, Agneta?" "What I say, my dear. The poacher was Marcella's friend, and she cannot now distract her mind from him sufficiently to marry Aldous, though every plan he has in the world will be upset by her proceedings.
I waited some time, then dressed myself, and looked out through the door, which I half opened. The moon shone bright and I could see the spot where my brother and my sister had been buried; and what was my horror when I perceived my mother-in-law busily removing the stones from Marcella's grave! "She was in her white night-dress and the moon shone full upon her.
When she had done all that was in her power, she sat beside the poor tossing creature, controlling and calming her as best she could, while Mrs. Levi poured into her shrinking ear the story of the woman's illness and of Dr. Blank's conduct of it. Marcella's feeling, as she listened, was made up of that old agony of rage and pity!
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