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I loved him the first moment I saw him and I shall love him in just the same way until I die. I don't think it matters what he does or where he is so far as loving him goes. But that doesn't mean I'm sitting and pining. I'm not." Miss Avies looked at her with displeasure. "It's the same thing then," she said.
But now I'm going to make my own life and have a good time and never stop loving Martin for one single second." "Supposing," said Miss Avies, "some one wanted to marry you? Would you?" "It would depend," said Maggie; "if I liked him and he really wanted me and I could help him I might. Only, of course, I'd tell him about Martin first."
And I want to discover about religion too. Since Martin went away I've felt that there was something in it. I can't think what and the aunts can't think either; none of you know here, but some one must have found out something. I'm going to settle what it all means." "You've got your work cut out," said Miss Avies. "I'll come and see you again one day soon." "Yes, do," said Maggie.
All my work's over here. But I wanted to see you before I went. You remember another talk we had here?" "Very well," said Maggie. "You remember what I told you?" "You told me not to stay here," said Maggie. "Yes, I did," said Miss Avies, "and I meant it.
I made Martin love me even though it was only for a moment. So I'm going to be shy no longer." "And here was I thinking you heart-broken," said Miss Avies. "I'm going out into the world," said Maggie half to herself. "I'm going to have adventures. I've been in this house long enough. I'm going to see what men and women are really like I know this isn't real here.
She went on after a little pause: "You see, Miss Avies, I haven't been very happy with my aunts, and I always thought it was their fault that I wasn't. But during these weeks when I've been lying in bed I saw that it was my own fault for being so gloomy about everything. Now that I've got Martin " "Got him!" interrupted Miss Avies; "why, you've only just lost him!"
"Not unless I saw them in Chapel this morning." "Ah! they're the ones," said Miss Smith. "No, they weren't there to-day. They're away on a mission. They make things hum. They quarrel with Mr. Warlock because they say he isn't noisy enough. Mr. Thurston's awful and Miss Avies isn't much better. You'll have them on to you soon enough. But of course I'm not one of the Inside Ones."
Granted that Thurston was a charlatan, Miss Avies a humbug, his sister a fool, his father a dreamer, Crashaw a fanatic, did that mean that the power behind them all was sham? Was that force that he had felt when he was a child simply eager superstition? What was behind this street, this moon, these hurrying figures, his own daily life and thoughts?
When after some six years of successful enterprise Mr. Harper had been imprisoned for forgery, young William Thurston had attached himself to a Christian Science Chapel in Hoxton. Then, somewhere about 1897, he had met Miss Avies at a Revivalist Meeting in the Albert Hall and, fascinated by her ardent spirit, transferred his services to the Kingscote Brethren.
So they're encouraging him to believe in all this, and then when the moment comes they'll turn on him!" "Beasts!" said Maggie suddenly. "Well, I daresay you're right," said Caroline. "Only it does make me laugh, all of it. Thurston and Miss Avies have all their plans made, only now they're quarrelling because Thurston wants to marry Amy Warlock and Miss Avies meant him to marry her!" "Is Mr.
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