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Billy looked a little troubled. Arkwright shook his head slowly. "No. They couldn't all of them, you know. Some haven't the talent, some haven't the perseverance, and some haven't the money." "But all that seems such a pity-when they've tried," grieved Billy. "It is a pity, Miss Neilson. Disappointed hopes are always a pity, aren't they?" "Y-yes," sighed the girl.
'You're a saint, Nannie; I promise you I will pray, if I have never done so before. Good-bye. She went out into the pouring rain, found her way back to the station, and an hour after was at Waterloo Station starting for Brambleton. She was just getting into the carriage when some one accosted her. It was Clement Arkwright, who had travelled out to California with her.
In a certain little South-End flat where, in two rented rooms, lived Alice Greggory and her crippled mother, Alice was talking to Mr. M. J. Arkwright, commonly known to his friends as "Mary Jane," owing to the mystery in which he had for so long shrouded his name. Arkwright to-night was plainly moody and ill at ease. "You're not listening.
The gradual disuse of wigs is assigned by some as the reason that Richard Arkwright began to turn his attention to mechanical inventions as likely to afford him a new source of income; but as during his journeys he was brought into constant intercourse with persons engaged in weaving and spinning, his inquisitive and strongly practical intelligence would in any case have been naturally led to take a keen interest in inventions which were a constant topic of conversation among the manufacturing population.
But, no; here was the same old, conceited Josh, as crudely and vulgarly self-confident as when he was twenty-five and just starting at the law in a country town. Yet Arkwright could not but admit there had been more than a grain of truth in Craig's former self-laudations, that there was in victories won a certain excuse for his confidence about the future.
"You were on the road that leads here," insisted Arkwright with much heat. "I repeat I was simply taking a walk," insisted Craig. He had not once looked at Margaret. "No matter," said Margaret in her calm, distant way. "You may take him away, Grant. And" here she suddenly looked at Craig, a cold, haughty glance that seemed to tear open an abysmal gulf between them "I do not wish to see you again.
"I didn't. Fate did the choosing." "But why not somebody like like Grant Arkwright? Rita, I'm sure he's fond of you." "So am I," said Rita. "But he's got the idea he would be doing me a favor in marrying me; and when a man gets that notion it's fatal. Also He doesn't realize it himself, but I'm not prim enough to suit him. He imagines he's liberal that's a common failing among men.
Arkwright, so that she might lean back and sleep without fatigue, and immediately opposite to her her husband placed himself. "You all look very comfortable," said poor Abel from the bank. "We shall do very well now," said Arkwright. "And I do think I shall see mamma again," said his wife. "That's right, old girl; of course you will see her. Now then, we are all ready."
"As Aunt Hannah's niece, Mary Jane, of course," supplied Arkwright, bitterly, turning back to his old position. "And that was my own fault, too. My name, Miss Neilson, is Michael Jeremiah," he went on wearily, after a moment's hesitation, his voice showing his utter abandonment to despair.
But unfortunately there was much more wood below the water than above it, and the force of the stream was so great, that those who caught hold of the timber were not able to support themselves by it above the surface. Arkwright was soon to be seen some forty yards down, having been carried clear of the trees, and here he got out of the river on the farther bank.
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