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"I don't worry any," nodded Billy, "only please don't 'arrive' too soon not before the wedding, you know," she added jokingly. "We shall be too busy to give you proper attention until after that." A peculiar look crossed Arkwright's face. "The wedding?" he asked, a little faintly. "Yes. Didn't you know? My friend, Miss Hawthorn, is to marry Mr. Cyril Henshaw next month."
Then it's all beautifully settled," rejoiced Billy, with a happy sigh; and unconsciously she gave Alice Greggory's hand near her a little pat. In Billy's mind the "circumstances" of Arkwright's acceptance of the part were Alice Greggory and her position as accompanist, of course.
"Nonsense!" laughed Billy. "It didn't hurt me any more than it did you. Come!" in looking about for a quick something to take her guest's attention, Billy's eyes fell on the manuscript copy of her new song, bearing Arkwright's name. Yielding to a daring impulse, she drew it hastily forward. "Here's a new one a brand-new one, not even printed yet. Don't you think the words are pretty?" she asked.
Arkwright's heart ached with sympathy and admiration at the proudly courageous way in which Billy carried off the next few painful minutes. Even when he bade her good night a little later, only her eyes said "thank you." Her lips were dumb. Arkwright often went home with Bertram after that. Not that it was always necessary far from it.
Craig's laugh might have been confession, it might have been mere amusement. "I want a wife that suits me," said he. "And I'll get her." It was Arkwright's turn to be amused. "There's one game you don't in the least understand," said he. "What game is that?" "The woman game." Craig shrugged contemptuously. "Marbles! Jacks!"
Also, though he would not have confessed it to his inmost self, Josh's preposterous assumptions, by sheer force of frequent and energetic reiteration, had made upon him an impression of possible validity not probable, but possible; and the possible was quite enough to stir deep down in Arkwright's soul the all but universal deference before power.
They contained, indeed, about the only comfort Billy had known for weeks, for they showed very plainly to Billy that Arkwright's heart had been caught on the rebound; and that in Alice Greggory he was finding the sweetest sort of balm for his wounded feelings.
Arkwright." "Miss Neilson, you are crying!" Arkwright's voice was low and vibrant. "As if anything or anybody in the world could make you cry! Please you have only to command me, and I will sally forth at once to slay the offender." His words were light, but his voice still shook with emotion. Billy gave an hysterical little giggle. Angrily she brushed the persistent tears from her eyes.
You'll go to see them, of course, and " At the look that came into Arkwright's face, she stopped in surprise. "You forget; they wouldn't wish to see me," demurred the man. And again Billy noticed the odd constraint in his voice. "But they wouldn't mind you here," argued Billy. "I'm afraid they would. In fact, I'm sure they'd refuse entirely to see me." Billy's eyes grew determined.
Arkwright's invention quickly gave a great impetus to the cotton industry. Both the cultivation and the manufacture of cotton rapidly increased. Eli Whitney's timely invention of the cotton-gin in 1793 hastened the general introduction of the new manufacturing machinery. For more than a century the making of cotton goods has been one of the leading industries of the world.
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