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"Oh, Howard doesn't mind," she said hastily. "I suppose times have changed, Mrs. Holt. And after lunch we all went out in Mr. Brent's automobile to the Faunces' in Westchester " "The Paul Jones Faunces?" Mrs. Holt interrupted. "What a nice woman that young Mrs. Faunce is! She was Kitty Esterbrook, you know. Both of them very old families."
Perhaps you think me bold and unwomanly to speak so plainly to you, a stranger. But there are some circumstances in life when plain-speaking is best. I do not want to see you again. Now, go back to your own world." Esterbrook Elliott slowly turned from her and walked in silence back to the shore.
He discussed certain changes he wished to make in the old Elliott mansion to fit it for a young and beautiful mistress. He did most of the planning. Marian was content to listen in happy silence. Afterwards she had proposed this walk to the Cove. "What particular object of charity have you found at the Cove now?" asked Esterbrook, with lazy interest, as they walked along. "Mrs.
She reproached herself for this incipient disloyalty as often as it vexingly intruded its unwelcome presence across her inner consciousness. Surely Esterbrook was fond and devoted enough to satisfy the most exacting demands of affection. Marian herself was somewhat undemonstrative and reserved. Passing acquaintances called her cold and proud.
Had any other that power? She thought of the girl at the Cove, with her deep eyes and wonderful face. A chill of premonitory fear seized upon her. "I feel exactly as if Esterbrook had gone away from me forever," she said slowly to herself, stooping to brush her cheek against a dew-cold, milk-white acacia bloom, "and would never come back to me again.
"Oh, Howard doesn't mind," she said hastily. "I suppose times have changed, Mrs. Holt. And after lunch we all went out in Mr. Brent's automobile to the Faunces' in Westchester " "The Paul Jones Faunces?" Mrs. Holt interrupted. "What a nice woman that young Mrs. Faunce is! She was Kitty Esterbrook, you know. Both of them very old families."
One morning, as we boys were walking up the road, and had reached the upper end of Captain Esterbrook's land, Edmund said, "Hello, Ben, look over there. Captain Joe Esterbrook and Matthew Mead are trading. Whenever you see one man sitting on a log and another walking up and down with a straw in his mouth, then they're trading.
Glynn, her daughter, and her sister became important, full of sly and triumphant knowledge. "Haven't you heard?" asked Mrs. Glynn. "Yes, haven't you?" asked Ethel. "Haven't any of you heard?" asked Julia Esterbrook. "No," admitted Abby, rather feebly. "I don't know as I have." "Do you mean about Eudora's going so often to the Lancaster girls' to tea?" asked Mrs.
But I know we could not make each other happy the time for that has gone by. I would never be satisfied, nor would you. Esterbrook, will you release me from a promise which has become an irksome fetter?" He looked down on her upturned face mistily. A great joy was surging up in his heart yet it was mingled with great regret.
Or are you a traitor to us both?" Esterbrook made no answer. He bowed his pale, miserable face before her, self-condemned. The breast of the bay sparkled with its countless gems like the breast of a fair woman. The shores were purple and amethystine in the distance. Far out, bluish, phantom-like sails clustered against the pallid horizon. The dory danced like a feather over the ripples.
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