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She's never known what it means to be really happy. Success and gaiety aren't happiness." "And you?" he asked quickly. There was a soft and wonderful shining in the brown eyes that were lifted to his. "I had one year of utter happiness," she answered gently. "And I've got Coppertop so I can't ever be quite unhappy." "If there were more women like you " he began abruptly. She shook her head.
Incidentally she kissed everybody all round, including Quarrington, and her keen old hawk's eyes grew all soft and luminous like a girl's. Coppertop was hugely excited. "Will the wedding be to-morrow?" he asked hopefully. "And shall I be a page and carry the Fairy Lady's train?" Magda smiled at him. "Of course you shall be a page, Topkins.
"I'm in a state of mental and moral collapse, Gilly," declared Magda, fanning herself vigorously with a cabbage leaf. "Whew! It is hot! As soon as I can generate enough energy, I propose to bathe. Will you come?" Gillian shook her head lazily. "I think not to-day. I want to finish this overall for Coppertop. And it's such a long trudge from here down to the river." "Yes, I know." Magda nodded.
From the moment he had come to Stockleigh the number and size of the said holes had increased appreciably, for, although five weeks had elapsed since the day of arrival, Coppertop was still revelling whole-heartedly in the incredible daily delights which, from the viewpoint of six years old, attach to a farm.
"Point your toes sideways so," directed Magda. "This one towards me like that." She stooped and placed his foot in position. "Now, kick out! Try to kick me!" Coppertop tried and succeeded, greeting his accomplishment with shrieks of delight.
Virginie" turning to the maid "fly and order the car round at once." Gillian looked at her distractedly. "But you? Who'll play for you? I can't go! I can't leave you!" Her voice was shaken by sobs. "Oh, Coppertop!" Magda slipped a comforting arm round her shoulder. "Of course you'll go and at once, too. See, here's your coat" lifting it up from the back of the chair where Gillian had thrown it.
"There, that's settled. Come along upstairs and let me tuck you up in your bed, and leave the rest to Coppertop and me." And June, with her heart suddenly warmed and comforted in the way in which an unexpected kindness does warm and comfort, went very willingly and, tired out in body and mind, fell asleep in ten minutes.
It was as though she were listening to an echo of Quarrington's own words. "And you sacrificed yourself," continued Davilof. "Sacrificed your pride crushed it down for the sake of Mrs. Grey and little Coppertop. Mademoiselle" he bowed gravely "I kiss your hands. And see, I too, I can be generous. I release you from your promise. I do not claim that dance."
The train steamed fussily out of Ashencombe station, leaving Magda, Gillian, and Coppertop, together with sundry trunks and suitcases, in undisputed possession of the extremely amateurish-looking platform. Magda glanced about her with amusement. "What a ridiculous little wayside place!" she exclaimed. "It has a kind of 'home-made' appearance, hasn't it?
"I assure you" Gillian broke in on the miserable thoughts that were chasing each other through June's tired brain "I assure you, Coppertop and I are very competent people. We won't break a single dish!" "But you've never been used to that kind of thing washing-up!" protested June, glancing significantly at Gillian's white hands and soft, pretty frock of hyacinth muslin.
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