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As Maryllia appeared, they abruptly desisted from this occupation and remained motionless, stricken with sudden confusion and embarrassment.
"Well, I don't quite know!" and Cicely knitted her black brows perplexedly "But don't worry, Maryllia! I believe it will all come right. Something will happen to make short work of him, I'm sure of it!" "You are an optimist," said Maryllia, kissing her "and you're very young!
Cicely Bourne, meanwhile, on her way back to the Manor through the fields, paused many times to gather cowslips, which were blooming by thousands in the grass at her feet, and as she recklessly pulled up dozens of the pale-green stems, weighted with their nodding golden honey-bells, she thought a good deal about John Walden. "Maryllia never told me he was handsome," she mused; "But he is!
He would not admit to himself that it was Maryllia Vancourt 'Maryllia Van' or rather her guests who had exercised a maleficent influence on his little cure of souls, and that because the 'quality' did not go to church on Sundays, then some of the villagers, like serfs under the sway of nobles, stayed away also.
We'll come down on this Adderley we'll take him by surprise and cross-examine him we'll ask him why the devil he has played a double game " "Pray do not think of such a thing!" interrupted Roxmouth, quietly- "I really doubt whether he knows any more than we do. Maryllia Miss Vancourt is not of a character to confide her movements, even to a friend, she has always been reticent " He paused.
Bludlip Courtenay, in the privacy of her own apartment, confided to her husband that she really thought Maryllia Vancourt was a little 'off her head' just a little. "Because, really," said Mrs. Courtenay "when it comes to harbouring geniuses in one's own house, it is quite beyond all reason. I sympathise so much with poor Mrs. Fred!
It was the first time Maryllia had seen her dismissed agent since her rescue of the Five Sister beeches, and she had thought of him so little that she would not have recognised him now had not his horse, a vicious-looking restive creature, started plunging close to her own hunter 'Cleopatra, and caused that spirited animal to rear almost upright on her haunches.
Maryllia watched him with prettily critical interest, much as a kitten watches the rolling out of a ball of worsted on which it has just placed its little furry paw. Hurriedly he sought in his mind for something to say. "I -I -don't quite understand," he murmured.
Miss Vancourt is, I suppose, the mistress of Abbot's Manor?" "She is, sir, of course it all belongs to Miss Maryllia " "Miss what?" interrupted Walden, with a sudden lightening of his dark blue eyes. "Maryllia, sir. It is a kind of family name, pronounced 'Ma-rill- yer," explained Mrs. Spruce with considerable pomposity; "Many folks never gets it right it wants knowledge and practice.
Maryllia, meanwhile, stepped out on the grass terrace in front of the window, with the dog Plato at her side, and looked long and earnestly at the fair stretch of woodland scenery before her. While she thus stood absorbed, Mrs. Spruce stole covert glances at her with increased wonder and bewilderment.
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