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He does not love me really a bit, Marraine. It is all out of pride and devilment because he wants to win and conquer me and add me to his scalps, and I won't be conquered. I tell you I won't!" and Tamara clenched her hands.
Marraine flung a slender golden chain around Polly's neck. "Oh, you darling, you darling!" murmured Polly. "But you are the best of all birthday presents, Marraine, the very best of all!" "Now, really we must stop all this 'spooning, Pollykins, and start things," said Marraine, dropping her, and emerging in a shining silvery robe, with a big bunch of starry jessamine pinned on her breast.
This illness redoubled the tenderness and devotion of his family and friends: his Marraine and Princess Belgiojoso took turns by his bedside, magnetizing the unruly patient into quiescence; but the person who exercised the greatest influence over him was a poor Sister of Charity, Sur Marcelline, who was engaged to assist in nursing him.
"I have seen him come to a ball, and when all the young women are longing for him to ask them to dance, he will go off with me, or old Countess Nivenska, and sit talking half the night, apparently unaware of any one else's presence." "It seems he must be the most exasperating, tiresome person one has ever heard of, Marraine," Tamara exclaimed.
It seemed a satisfaction, a salve to her wounded vanity, to be able to make him feel, to punish him a little for all her pain. "Think! This time next week. I shall be safe in peaceful England, where we have not to combat the unknown." "No?" "No. Marraine and I have settled everything. I take the Wednesday's Nord Express after we get back to Petersburg."
Damaris slid into her seat with an inward prayer that she might be allowed time to read her mail, which consisted of a fat letter from her godmother and a bulky one from home. "Perhaps Marraine will be back soon," she thought, opening the other letter first, as is a way with us perverse humans.
Quarrington briefly explained their predicament in the face of the Bella Donna's battered appearance a lengthy explanation was hardly necessary and a few minutes later the tug was steaming for Netherway harbour, towing the crippled yacht behind her. "Please, Marraine, will you give us your blessing?"
"Oh, I don't care, what he was!" interrupted Miss Polly, tempestuously, "I don't care what he was. I took him for my real true friend, and I am not going to give up Dan as I gave up Meg Murray, Marraine." Polly tightened her clasp around Miss Stella's neck so she could whisper softly in her ear: "If he won't come back, you and I will go after him; won't we, Marraine?"
"A gargle, miss," broke in the maid. "I think it's just fun on the part of Miss Damaris, because nothing as solid as him," pointing of comb to shamed dog "could go as anything watery." Damaris got to her feet. "Let's go in to Marraine," she choked. "Gargoyle, my dear," she whispered, "is what she meant gargoyle. Do come along!"
They were immense apartments, and warm and bright, monuments of the taste of 1878. "Is it not incredible, Marraine, that with the beautiful models of the eighteenth century in front of them, people could have perpetrated this? Waves of awful taste seem to come, and artists lose their sense of beauty and produce the grotesque." "This is a paradise compared to some," the Princess laughed.
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