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Bolitho thought, was strange, because you could see in his eye that he had a will and a temper of his own, did he like to exercise them. After all, he himself was the merest boy, scarcely older than Jacob. She could, herself, see that he must have been a fine enough lad when he had his health the breadth of his shoulders, the thick sturdiness of his shape, the strength of his thighs and arms.
For a time Maggie waited, never stirring, her eyes fixed, her body taut. Then she seemed suddenly to break, as though the moment of endurance was past. She turned sharply round, looking directly out of her window into Mrs. Bolitho's room but she didn't see Mrs. Bolitho. That good woman saw her smile, a strange little smile of defiance, pathos, loneliness, cheeriness defeated.
She was too happy to trace them truly. She had never been one for conscious philosophy. Nevertheless she did not doubt but that life was worth while, that there was something immortal in her, and that the battle was good to fight but what it really came to was that she loved Martin, and that at last some one needed her, that she need never be lonely any more. Mrs. Bolitho stepped in with the tea.
Bolitho took a peep at her lodgers. She did not intend to spy she was an honest woman but she shared most vividly the curiosity of all the village about "these two queer ignorant children," as she called them. Standing in the bow-window of her own little parlour she could see the bow-window and part of the room on the opposite side of the house-door.
The church has been under the special care of the Bolitho family, whose monuments abound here, and it is a proof that old ecclesiastic buildings may be beautified by modern adornment, without the disastrous result that sometimes attends such attempts.
"By Jove!" he said, "they will catch Pomeroy before we join him. But there's time yet. We can warn Pomeroy to meet us twenty miles north-east of the spot previously arranged. I think, Captain Bolitho, we may perhaps overlook Mr. Smith's little irregularity in joining if he gives us a full account of his er experiences, after dinner to-night." "And the Reds, sir?"
She saw that he was shaking all over and it was as though he did not know who she was. "Maggie?" she repeated. "My wife! My wife!" he cried, and he shouted it again as though he were proclaiming some fact to the whole world. "She went out," said Mrs. Bolitho, "about three hours back I should think." "Went out!" he stormed at her. "And in this?"
Nor was it a selfish passion, neither wanted very little for herself, but only for him to get well. There was true romance here. Maggie, however, gave away no secrets. She had many talks with Mr. Bolitho: about the village, about the new parson, about Mrs.
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