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I had dismounted, loosened my mare's girths, and turned her nose to the light breeze. Sweat was pouring off her, and she was still blowing hard. "Shall I unmount you, Dulcie?" I asked. She nodded, and presently she stood beside me while I attended to her horse. "Ah, Mrs. Stapleton!" I heard her exclaim suddenly. I had loosened the girths of Dulcie's horse, and now I looked up.
If I ever get a commish' to sculpt an angel I shall use Janet MacGregor for my model, little Miss By-the-Day," she sighed drowsily, "your middle name must be Luck." "My middle name is Trenton," answered Felicia literally. "Dulcie, I am going to tell you something. Something you must remember.
"Yes Dulcie told me something. I don't know how true it is," she answered quietly. "It's true," he said grimly, "and it'll kill his mother." "I don't know about that;" she spoke almost indifferently; "you can stand a good deal when it comes to the point." Octavius turned almost fiercely upon her. "What do you know about it?" he demanded.
"It would be a very fishy place if we could get near," remarked Miss Hardy. "All the ground underneath the nests would be strewn with bones and remains. The herons fly a tremendous long way in search of food, sometimes a radius of as much as forty miles. Look! there's one fishing in the lake over there." "I like the whitethroats best," said Dulcie.
One couldn't possibly call a woman poor who had given away so much with a single gesture. They tried to talk it over but found nothing to say. At last Mills took Dulcie home. She asked him in and he went. Aunt Priscilla was out, and tea was served for the two of them from a lacquered tea cart Orange Pekoe and Japanese wafers. It was delicious but unsubstantial.
He had even offered, when he had more time, to give her a few lessons. Lady Conroy told her a hundred interesting stories about him and Dulcie found a tinge of romance about him that helped to give piquancy to her present life. Dulcie was very much afraid of Lord Conroy, though he didn't appear to notice her.
Will Locke appointed the Vicar to meet him and a young woman in Redwater church, the very morning after his return: there was no use in delay, except to melt down the first money he had hoarded; and Will and Dulcie were like two children, eager to have the business over and done with, and not to do again by the same parties.
She had a breakfast ring and a dinner ring and a supper ring and a banquet ring, and Daisy Estelle Maybury admired the necklace she had on, and Dulcie said that was a mere travelling necklace; and how did they like this cute little restaurant frock she was wearing? A little dressmaker over on Amsterdam Avenue had turned it out. All the parties she dealt with, apparently, was little.
The new stepmother, who was young and rather pretty, was not unkind, but was bored and indifferent to the little girl. Dulcie was sensitive; since her father's second marriage she had always felt in the way. Whether her stepmother was being charming to her husband, or to some other man she was always charming to somebody Dulcie felt continually that she was not wanted.
She was so spent now, with her exertions and her righteous indignation, that she sat fanning herself in the bar: for Will and Dulcie could not even afford a private room to receive their wedding company so summarily assembled. Never was such a business, in Clary's opinion; not that she had not often heard of its like but to happen to a kind, silly, credulous pair, such as Dulcie and Will Locke!
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