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Fitch said," a weak color flushed Maud's face for an instant, "Mr. Fitch said she felt herself high an' mighty. But that ain't no crime." Mr. Fitch's name was one with which to conjure in the Gordon household. "Like as not he was runnin' after her!" Mrs.

An' Miss Maud's a-goin' to marry a real gent" Matilda glanced at the photograph "I allays said he wos a gent, bein' so 'aughty like, and wearing evening dress at meals, late." "Was he ever down here, this gentleman?" "He's been comin' and goin' fur months, and Miss Maud loves 'im somethin' cruel. But they'll marry now an' be 'appy." "I suppose your ladies sometimes went to see this gent in town?"

That first dinner of Aunt Maud's added itself to the hour at Matcham, added itself to other things, to consolidate, for her present benevolence, the ease of their relation, making it suddenly delightful that he had thus turned up.

Miss Bygrave looked into his face, which had a pleading earnestness, and a deep pity lay in her eyes. "Let it be so," she said with decision. "I myself have much hope from Maud's influence. I will write and tell her not to renew her engagement, and she will be with us at the end of September." "But you will not tell her anything till she comes?" "No."

When all was settled, and made productive, indeed, Willoughby found himself the master of between three and four thousand sterling a year, exclusively of his allowances from the British government, an ample fortune for that day. In looking over the accounts of Maud's fortune, he had reason to admire the rigid justice, and free-handed liberality with which his father had managed her affairs.

But Maud's tears were soon stopped, as well as this painful conversation, by the entrance of our daily, or rather nightly, visitor for these six weeks past, Lord Ravenel. His presence, always welcome, was a great relief now. We never discussed family affairs before people. The boys began to talk to Lord Ravenel: and Maud took her privileged place on a footstool beside him.

I began to wonder dimly whether Maud's wind and my water and gasolene would carry us to the Hub, and, if so, what would happen when we had passed through the city. Just beyond Boston, you know, is the Atlantic Ocean. At this point in my meditations we started down the slope to the big creamery. The building is located to the right of the road.

Dorothea's vague abstracted gait arrested Maud's attention even from a distance, and involuntarily the delicate lady followed on the track of that limp shabby figure with which she had but this one unconscious link, of a common sorrow, an aching heart. Approaching nearer, she watched the poor sufferer with a curiosity that soon grew to interest and even alarm.

A letter with the crest of a fox's head and the motto, Sans Vertu, upon the back lay beside Maud's plate on the following morning. She took it up with a smile at Jake who had just entered the room. "From Charlie probably about the new yacht. He told me the other day that he wanted me to perform the christening ceremony." "You have my permission," said Jake. "What does he propose to call her?"

"Charlie, do you know that night after night she cries as if her poor little heart were broken?" Saltash's eyebrow descended again. He scowled hideously. "Mais pourquoi? I have not broken it. I have never even made love to her." Maud's face was very compassionate. "Perhaps that is why. She is so young so forlorn and so miserable. Is it quite impossible for you to forgive her?"