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Updated: June 12, 2025
Magdalen Crawford lingered on the point until the last dull red faded out into the violet gloom of the June sea dusk, than which nothing can be rarer or diviner, and listened to the moan and murmur of the sea far out over the bay with sorrowful eyes and sternly set lips. The next day, when the afternoon sun hung hot and heavy over the water, Esterbrook Elliott came again to the Cove.
I must see what I can do for her, but her manner seemed rather repellent, don't you think?" "Hardly," responded Esterbrook curtly. "She seemed surprisingly dignified and self-possessed, I fancied, for a girl in her position. A princess could not have looked and bowed more royally. There was not a shadow of embarrassment in her manner, in spite of the incongruity of her surroundings.
As Esterbrook turned one of them he saw Magdalen standing out on the point of the next, a short distance away. Her back was towards him, and her splendid figure was outlined darkly against the vivid sky. Esterbrook sprang from his horse and left the animal standing by itself while he walked swiftly out to her. His heart throbbed suffocatingly.
Then she said quietly, "Sometimes I have thought, Esterbrook, that it might be better if we were never married at all." Esterbrook turned a startled face upon her. "Not married at all! Marian, what do you mean?" "Just what I say. I do not think we are as well suited to each other after all as we have fancied. We have loved each other as brother and sister might that is all.
Eudora Yates is to my mind the most beautiful woman in this town, old or young, I don't care who she is." "I suppose," said Julia Esterbrook, "that she has a lot of money." "I wonder if she has," said Mrs. John Bates. The others stared at her. "What makes you think she hasn't?" Mrs. Glynn inquired, sharply. "Nothing," said Mrs. Bates, and closed her thin lips.
If that could happen, I wonder what there would be left to live for?" Esterbrook Elliott meant, or honestly thought he meant, to go home when he left Marian. Nevertheless, when he reached the road branching off to the Cove he turned his horse down it with a flush on his dark cheek. He realized that the motive of the action was disloyal to Marian and he felt ashamed of his weakness.
I have never been tried or tempted severely. Perhaps I should fail under the test." "I am sure you would not," answered Marian proudly. Esterbrook laughed; her faith in him was pleasant. He had no thought but that he would prove worthy of it. The Cove, so-called, was a little fishing hamlet situated on the low, sandy shore of a small bay.
Esterbrook Elliott had always loved Marian Lesley or thought he had. They had grown up together from childhood. He was an only son and she an only daughter. It had always been an understood thing between the two families that the boy and girl should marry. But Marian's father had decreed that no positive pledge should pass between them until Marian was twenty-one.
The oldest road, by which the British troops made their entry and exit, runs northeasterly to the Hawthorne house and Lexington with a firm, dry sidewalk for more than a mile; another goes northwesterly to the battle-ground and Esterbrook farm, where there were magnificent chestnut trees equal in size and shape to the Persian walnuts of Europe, as well as huge granite boulders scattered about from some pre-historic glacier.
In the dim, reflected light the girl's mournful face took on a weird, unearthly beauty. She turned her eyes from Esterbrook Elliott's set white face to the radiant gloom of the sea. "That is best," she answered at last, slowly. "Best yes! Better that we had never met! I love you you know it words are idle between us. I never loved before I thought I did.
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