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Marian's baby breathing grew deeper and more tranquil; and as all the sorrows of the weary earth might be imagined to exhale themselves in spring through the breath of violets, so I prayed that it might be with Kenmure's burdened heart, through hers.
She transfers them to ME. Why transfer them to ME? Because I am bound, in the harmless character of a single man, to relieve my married connections of all their own troubles. Poor single people! Poor human nature! It is quite unnecessary to say that Marian's letter threatened me. Everybody threatens me.
"It is not sealed," said Clara. "Clara looks as if she had been peeping," said Johnny. "I should like to see any one peep into Marian's letters," said Gerald, taking it up, and carrying it away with him. Lionel stood with his eyes fixed on Clara. "I do believe it is true then!" said he, laying hold of Clara's arm; "I have a great mind to say I'll never speak to you again, Clara.
"I never was more surprised in my life." "Why? What's the matter?" asked Anne and Grace together. "Who is the last person you'd expect to see her with?" asked Jessica. "I don't know," said Grace. "Edna Wright?" "Worse," was Nora's answer. "She's up in the study hall with Eleanor Savelli." "Eleanor Savelli?" echoed Grace. "Why she is Marian's pet aversion." "Past history," said Miriam Nesbit.
They always had a hankering after Mrs. Bethune." "Fancy Marian's being with anyone when Tessie is in town!" says Margaret. "Captain Marryatt, that is a wretchedly uncomfortable chair. Come and sit here." "Oh, thanks! I'm all right," says Marryatt, who would have died rather than give up his present seat. It has a full command of the door.
They would tell Miss Dorothy, and she would think of her little friend as some one desperately wicked, too wicked, no doubt, to associate with Patty. The tears stood in Marian's eyes at this possibility. It was very, very wrong, of course, to go off without asking leave, and it was worse to spoil her clothes.
She, however, preserved in her memory the slight indexes that she already had in possession namely, beginning with Marian's return after her visit to Washington her changed manner, her fits of reverie, her melancholy when she returned empty-handed from the post-office, her joy when she received letters, which she would read in secret and in silence, or when questioned concerning them, would gently but firmly decline to tell from whom or whence they came; the house-warming at Luckenough, where Marian suddenly became so bright and gay, and the evening succeeding, when she returned home through night and storm, and in such anguish of mind, that she wept all night; and the weeks of unexplained, unaccountable distress that followed this!
Marian's heart smote her for her temporary forgetfulness of the child's wants. It was now twilight, and Marian rang for lights, and Angel's milk and bread, which were soon brought.
On the day after his return home he displayed a most unwonted mildness in such remarks as he addressed to his wife, and his bearing towards Marian was gravely gentle. At meals he conversed, or rather monologised, on literary topics, with occasionally one of his grim jokes, pointed for Marian's appreciation.
Her first action was to shoot a keen glance, from her sharp little eyes, to right and left. There was no one to be seen but one of the funny little twin men who kept a huckster's shop across the way. This little man was a great friend of Marian's, and he called to her now in joyous tones, as he stood in the doorway of his shop, to come over and see what he had in his pocket.
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