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It would require tact to discourage his silent worshipping without wounding him more deeply. She hated hurting people. But, even at the cost of that, she must accept the post. To refuse meant ignominious retreat to Dunsterville, and from that her pride revolted. She must revisit Dunsterville in triumph or not at all.
I felt a hundred million miles from Dunsterville before I saw you, and I was homesick. But now it's all different. 'Poor little Mary! 'Do you remember ? He glanced at his watch with some haste. 'It's two o'clock, he said. 'I think we should be going. Mary's face fell. 'Back to that pig, Joe! I hate him. And I'll show him that I do! Eddy looked almost alarmed.
In the roar of New York Dunsterville had suddenly become very dear to her, and she found in Eddy a sympathetic soul to whom she could open her heart. 'Do you remember the old school, Eddy, and how you and I used to walk there together, you carrying my dinner-basket and helping me over the fences? 'Yes, yes. 'And we'd gather hickory-nuts and persimmons? 'Persimmons, yes, murmured Eddy.
Between 1 May, when she stepped off the train, and 16 May, when she received Eddy Moore's letter containing the information that he had found her a post as stenographer in the office of Joe Rendal, it had changed Mary Hill quite remarkably. Mary was from Dunsterville, which is in Canada. Emigrations from Dunsterville were rare.
'Dunsterville does not offer quite the same scope, said Joe. 'New York changes everything, Mary returned. 'It has changed Eddy it has changed you. He bent towards her and lowered his voice. 'Not altogether, he said. 'I'm just the same in one way. I've tried to pretend I had altered, but it's no use. I give it up.
Would you mind letting me see what you can do? Will you take this letter down? Certainly there was something compelling about this new Joe. Mary took the pencil and pad which he offered and she took them meekly. Until this moment she had always been astonished by the reports which filtered through to Dunsterville of his success in the big city.
She remembered Joe, a silent, shambling youth, all hands, feet, and shyness, who had spent most of his spare time twisting his fingers and staring adoringly at her from afar. The opinion of those in the social whirl of Dunsterville had been that it was his hopeless passion for her that had made him fly to New York. It would be embarrassing meeting him again.
At the door some impulse caused her to glance back, and as she did so she met his eye, and stood staring. He was looking at her as she had so often seen him look three years before in Dunsterville humbly, appealingly, hungrily. He took a step forward. A sort of panic seized her. Her fingers were on the door-handle. She turned it, and the next moment was outside. She walked slowly down the street.
I engaged her as a confidential secretary, and she overdid it. She confided in Eddy. From the look on your face as I came in I gathered that he had just been proposing that you should perform a similar act of Christian charity. Had he? Mary clenched her hands. 'It's this awful New York! she cried. 'Eddy was never like that in Dunsterville.
"In that case I should say: 'Susan, my dear Susan now that by the merciful intervention of Providence you have become Countess of Altringham in the peerage of Great Britain, and Baroness Dunsterville and d'Amblay in the peerages of Ireland and Scotland, I'll thank you to remember that you are a member of one of the most ancient houses in the United Kingdom and not to get found out."
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