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The beautiful creature in her diamonds, kneeling on her satin dress in the mud, to bind up a little laundrymaid's leg it was so extravagantly in keeping with Marcella Maxwell that it amused one like an overdone coincidence in a clumsy play. What made her so beautiful? The face had marked defects; but in colour, expression, subtlety of line incomparable!
"Well, I think these are the kind of arguments you will have to meet." He went through the objections that any economist would be sure to weigh against a proposal of the kind, as clearly as he could, and at some length but without zest. What affected Marcella all through was not so much the matter of what he said, as the manner of it.
Hurd was at the other end of the cottage with her back to Marcella; at the question, her hands paused an instant in their work. The eyes of all the old people of Patton and his wife, of Mrs. Jellison, and pretty Mrs. Brunt were fixed on the speaker, but nobody said a word, not even Mrs. Jellison. Marcella coloured.
Marcella still divided her time when she could between the book-room, Lashnagar and Wullie's smoking-hut; but every morning Andrew Lashcairn tore her out of bed at five o'clock and went with her through snows and frosts, and, later, through the fresh spring mornings to teach her to swim in the wild breakers of the North Sea.
But his remark had a deplorable lack of unction, for the goldfish, startled by George's pebble, were at that moment performing evolutions of the greatest interest, and his black eyes were greedily bent upon them. Both laughed, and George let her remark alone. But his few words left on Marcella a painful impression, which renewed her compassion of the night before.
And then, just as before on the Marcella quilt, so now on the dusty litter of papers and curiosities, the half Amulet quivered and shook, and then, as steel is drawn to a magnet, it was drawn across the dusty manuscripts, nearer and nearer to the perfect Amulet, warm from the pocket of Robert.
You won't mind. We were just at dinner. Charles is going away directly. Do stay and talk to me a bit." Marcella hesitated, but at last went in. The meals at the rectory distressed her the brother and sister showed the marks of them. To-day she found their usual fare carefully and prettily arranged on a spotless table; some bread, cheese, and boiled rice nothing else.
Marcella woke with a start, Minta put the letter on her knee, and dream and reality flowed together as she saw her own name in Wharton's handwriting. She read the letter, then sat flushed and thinking for a while with her hands on her knees. A little while later she opened the Hurds' front-door. "Minta, I am going now. I shall be back early after supper, for I haven't written my report."
'Husband, continued she, 'your boy must have taken the gun down to shoot a wolf, and the animal has been too powerful for him. Poor boy! he has paid dearly for his rashness. "My father made no reply; I wished to speak to tell all but Marcella, who perceived my intention, held me by the arm, and looked at me so imploringly, that I desisted.
I certainly shan't take you if you do!" said Lady Ermyntrude, laughing. "Mamma, is this Miss Boyce your Miss Boyce?" She and Marcella shook hands, and they talked a little, Lady Ermyntrude under cover of the darkness looking hard and curiously at the tall stranger whom, as it happened, she had never seen before. Marcella had little notion of what she was saying.
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