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I promised because Coppertop had croup and they had telephoned down for his mother to go to him. And you wouldn't accompany me unless I gave you this dance. So I promised it." Davilof's eyes held a curiously concentrated expression. "And you did this so that Mrs. Grey could go to her little boy to nurse him?" Magda inclined her head. "Yes," she said simply. "But you hated asking me loathed it!"
I wish I wish to heaven you'd fall in love!" "I'm not likely to. I'm in love with my art. It gives you a better return than love for any man." "No," answered Gillian quietly. "No. You're wrong. Tony died when we'd only been married a year. But that year was worth the whole rest of life put together. And I've got Coppertop." Magda leaned forward suddenly and kissed her.
He had a small moustache, and a grave, taking face. He looked like a bushranger, Dick thought admiringly. 'This is Richard, Henry, said Mrs. Hardy. 'You don't know me, eh, Coppertop? said the young man, taking the boy's hand. 'Harry Hardy, said Dick at random. 'Well, that's a good enough guess, young fellow Dick fell back quietly.
"Must I really go?" appealed Coppertop, beseeching Magda with a pair of melting green eyes. She dropped a light kiss on the top of his red curls. "'Fraid so, Coppertop," she said. "You wouldn't want Fairy Lady to dance badly and tumble down, would you?" But Coppertop was not to be taken in so easily. "Huh!" he scoffed. "You couldn't tumble down not never!"
"But you can't ask him to play for you! You'd hate asking him a favour after after his refusal to accompany you any more." Magda smiled at her reassuringly. "My dear," she said, and there was an unaffected kindliness in her voice which few people ever heard. "My dear, I'm not going to let a little bit of cheap pride keep you away from Coppertop."
Magda laughed a trifle bitterly. "That would be news to the world at large!" she replied. Then cheerfully: "Now, don't worry, Gillyflower. Remember they've got a doctor there. And 'phone me presently about Coppertop. If he's worse, I'll come home as early as I can get away. Send the car straight back here."
"I expect you'll be bored to death. Perhaps you'd rather not come?" Gillian's quiet brown eyes smiled at her reassuringly. "'Where thou goest " she quoted. "Of course I want to come. I've never been to Devonshire. And I know Coppertop will adore the pigs and cows " "And cream," put in Coppertop ruminatively. "Tell me about the place," said Gillian. "How did you hear of it?"
Was she, too, only waiting for the revelation of dawn the dawn of that mysterious thing called love which can transmute this everyday old world of ours into heaven or hell? Gillian was at the door to welcome her when at length the car pulled up at Friars' Holm. She looked rather white and there were purple shadows under her eyes, but her lips smiled happily. "Coppertop?
She was infinitely glad of his counsel with regard to Coppertop, who was growing to the age when the want of a father of a man's broad outlook and a man's restraining hand became an acute lack in a boy's life.
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