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I was inclined to think that without his counthood Milly would have had no use for him, or he for her without her money. This spoilt the romance of the affair in my eyes, and I had no premonition of what Milly's Russian relationships were soon to mean for me.
Capper, and gave her a brief explanation of Milly's swoon. "The lady's a little overcome," he said. "Mr. Beadon has got to go abroad, and couldn't find time to see her before he went." "Hard-heated brute!" said the landlady, as she chafed Milly's hands, and held a smelling-bottle to her nose. "Oh, dear, no!" said Mr. Johnson, briskly. "Family ties must not stand in the way of business.
As I thought these thoughts my cheeks began to burn even more hotly than Milly's. I had been questioning Eagle about his adventures, and he had been answering in the laconic way most brave men have when teased to talk of themselves; but for a minute, keen though I was, I lost the thread of narrative I had begun eagerly drawing out.
Now it served afternoon tea with English wafers instead of the exotic "sirops" and "liqueurs," and advertised "Dainty Luncheons for Suburban Shoppers." In her efforts to revive her partner's waning interest Ernestine even suggested Milly's going again to Paris to engage a fresh crew, but Milly only shrugged her shoulders. "What's the use? You know we haven't the money." "Borrow it!"
She felt relieved. The dessert arriving just then, Milly's attention was distracted from the Clarence Alberts and from her soul. She took much time and care in selecting a piece of patisserie. French pastry, which had become a common article in New York hotels by that time, always interested Milly.
"You'll have to put her under care next, if you don't take some steps. Send her for a sea-voyage." "I'd take her myself if I thought it would do her any good," said Tims. "But I'll lay my bottom dollar it wouldn't." "I'm afraid I think Miss Timson's view of the matter as insane as Milly's," returned Lady Thomson, tartly.
The burial was over, and Amos turned with his children to re-enter the house the house where, an hour ago, Milly's dear body lay, where the windows were half darkened, and sorrow seemed to have a hallowed precinct for itself, shut out from the world.
And here's a Banbury cake for you I sent to the town for it, and some taffy won't ye eat it? and here's a little ring 'tisn't as pretty as your own rings; and ye'll wear it, maybe, for my sake poor Milly's sake, before I was so bad to ye if ye forgi' me; and I'll look at breakfast, and if it's on your finger I'll know you're friends wi' me again; and if ye don't, I won't trouble you no more; and I think I'll just drown myself out o' the way, and you'll never see wicked Milly no more.
Reddon responded to "Milly's Macedonian cry," as he described her telegram, with an admirable promptness, arriving the next day "with one clean shirt and no collars," he confessed. Milly took him at once to the dingy shop. "Now, Sam," she said to him in her persuasive way, "I want you to make this into the nicest little patisserie you ever saw in Paris. Vrai chic, you know!"
He had a long pause, and they might have been thinking together of what they could even now do to prevent it. This, however, was not what he brought out. Milly's "grimness" and the great hushed palace were present to him; present with the little woman before him as she must have been waiting there and listening. "Only, what harm have you done her?" Mrs. Stringham looked about in her darkness.
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