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Updated: June 5, 2025
Cynthia made no demur, and wrapped in Marcia Lowe's coat Marcia had a lighter one beside she clung close to the little doctor and walked the three miles to Trouble Neck without a word of complaint. "It's plain good luck," Marcia Lowe thought, "that Martin Morley is out of hospital." And then she smiled grimly up into the girl-face beside her, for Cynthia was fully as tall as she.
He was always to remember her so when, in the hard years on before, she was to come to him in fancy and longing. A pure girl-face, radiant with hope and bravery, touched, just then, with startled fear which faded into laughing triumph as she recognized Sandy. "You thought it was Molly?" she whispered, holding her hands clasped over the box in her lap.
"I bide my time; but not very long. Only one word for thy good, Charlie. I will fling thee senseless into the river, if ever I catch thy girl-face there again." "Mayhap, Master Carver, it is more than thou couldst do. But I will not keep thee; thou art not pleasant company to-night. All I want is a light for my lanthorn, and a glass of schnapps, if thou hast it."
"Her picture!" "Her! Who?" Joyce came over to Billy, and looked at the face he held at arm's length. Something numbed every sense but sight. That sense must convey the image of the girl-face to Joyce's brain, and implant it there so effectually that it could never be forgotten. And that very morning Joyce had seen its counterpart on the highway! "Who is that?" she demanded.
Maria often stopped to make sure that the cap was on straight, and she also stopped very often to tuck in the white fur rug, and she also stopped often to thrust her own lovely little girl-face into the sweet confusion of baby and lace and embroidery and fur, with soft kisses and little, caressing murmurs of love.
One was Belasez: the other was a memory of his sorrowful past, a fair girl-face, the likeness to which had struck him so distressingly in hers, and which would never fade from his memory "till God's love set her at his side again." "What will become of the maiden?" he whispered to himself. "So like, so like! just what my Beatrice might have been, if nay, Thou art wise, O Lord!
This was so simple and yet he spent most of the night fighting the desire to live out those years the doctor had promised him. It was so sweet to sit opposite that dear girl-face of a morning, to feel her hand on his hair now and again. "She's only a child she can wait ten years and still be young." But then came the thought: "'Tis harder for her to wait than it is for me to go.
'I bide my time; but not very long. Only one word for thy good, Charlie. I will fling thee senseless into the river, if ever I catch thy girl-face there again. 'Mayhap, Master Carver, it is more than thou couldst do. But I will not keep thee; thou art not pleasant company to-night. All I want is a light for my lanthorn, and a glass of schnapps, if thou hast it.
The girl-face with the slow, alluring smile and the waiting eyes! The woman outside bent her head upon her cold clasped hands while the waves of love and surrender engulfed her. All her life she had been coming to Sandy! He had cut down every barrier but one! He must crush that! How strong he looked, how fine!
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