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"Indeed, they are not!" cried Bessie, and rose and ran to the looking-glass. Mrs. Betts smiled at the effect of her tactics, and persevered: "Let me see, miss: because if it is plain you have been fretting, you had better make an excuse and stop up stairs. But the master will be vexed." Bessie turned and submitted her countenance to inspection.
Mark made a bound down the hill, intending to throw himself into the racing surf, and to swim off to the aid of Betts; but, pausing an instant to choose a spot at which to get down the steep, he looked towards the ship-yard, and saw the pinnace lifted on a sea, and washed fairly clear of the land!
"And now, you're going to drive me from it." "Oh, Betts why did you why did you!" cried Newbury, in a sudden rush of grief. The other turned. "Because a woman came and clung to me! Mr. Edward, when you were a boy I saw you once take up a wounded leveret in the fields a tiny thing.
"They wouldn't enjoy it," he answered seriously, "they have had no practice in this sort of life. They'd hate it. But of course it's a matter of education " "Help! He's off!" said the irreverent Susan, "now he'll talk for an hour! Come on, Betts, I have to go for milk!" Exquisite days these for them all, days so brimming with beauty as to be forever memorable.
At two of the places where the débris had made a rough footing, half an hour's work would remove the material, and leave these spots as impassable as the others. At the third point, it might require a good deal of labor to effect the object. At this last place, Mark told Betts it would be necessary, for the moment, to make some sort of a fence.
Thence she proceeded to the Peak, where she arrived only a few hours after the governor had sailed, going into the cove and finding all quiet. Of course, the Martha could have no more to say than this, if as much; and the governor was once more left to the pain of deep suspense. As was expected, when Betts joined, he had nothing at all to tell.
Wasn't there ever any one else?" Susan Betts drew a long sigh. "There were two brothers, but they died before you was born. Then there was your mother." "But I never knew her?" "No, child. When they opened the door of Heaven to let you out she slipped in, poor lamb. An' then you was all your father had left. So of course he dotes on you.
For that matter, the idea of your earnin' it, anyway, even if you took your wages." "Oh, I'd take my wages in a minute, if " Susan stopped short. Her face had grown suddenly red. "That is, I I think I'd rather take the poetry money, anyway," she finished lamely. But Mrs. McGuire was not to be so easily deceived. "Poetry money, indeed!" she scoffed sternly. "Susan Betts, do you know what I believe?
His tone had the peremptory ring natural to many young men of his stamp, in dealing with their inferiors, or until love has tamed them with women; but it came strangely from the good-tempered and easy-going Arthur. Marcia's hand closed instinctively on the bosom of her dress, where the letter was. "Mrs. Betts wrote me a letter," she said, slowly. "You'd better let me see it.
He thinks himself justified, on the ground that she will be committing herself to an inhuman and antisocial view of life; and he will work upon her through this painful Betts case. I wonder if he will succeed. Is he really any more tolerant than his mother? And can toleration in the active-spirited be ever anything more than approximate?
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