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Updated: May 19, 2025
He was actually afraid of her; her glove, her shoe, her needle, thread, and thimble, her bonnet-string, everything, in short, she wore or touched, became invested with a mysterious charm. He wondered at the impudence of men that could walk up and talk to her, that could ask her to dance with such an assured air.
And the strip of print what was it but her missing bonnet-string? She had found what she had so often longed to find. And she herself was yes, why should she hesitate to say it? the little Marian of whom she had so often heard! How wonderful it was! Here was truth stranger than fiction, indeed! She laughed a gentle, trilling laugh, low and sweet. But ah, she could not tell him!
It will not be difficult to imagine the tender interest with which Aunt Jemima, and even "Cobbler" Horn himself, gazed on those simple mementos of the past. The severed bonnet-string was lying on the bed. Marian caught it up, and fitted it upon the bonnet. "I must sew my bonnet-string on," she said, gaily. Her father laughed indulgently, and even Aunt Jemima smiled.
For the custody of papers, deeds, and other valuables, he had placed in the room set apart as his office, a brand new safe. In one of its most secure recesses he deposited, with gentle care, a tiny parcel done up in much soft paper. It contained a mud-soiled print bonnet-string, and a little dust-stained shoe.
"I am very glad," said Ralph Peden, coming nearer to her with a light in his eye that she had never seen before. Winsome dropped the string, snatched up the bonnet, and fled up the hill as trippingly as a young doe towards the herd's cottage. At the top of the fell she paused a moment with her hand on her side, as if out of breath. Ralph Peden was still holding the torn bonnet-string in his hand.
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