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Glory's strength had deserted her, and she went away as she came. When she got back to Victoria, she felt for the first time as if her own little life had been swallowed up in the turmoil of London, and she had gone down to the cold depths of an icy sea. It was a quarter to ten when she returned to the ward, and the matron, with her dog on her lap, was waiting to receive her.
I must avail me of the precious moment, Must hear my doom decided by thy lips, Though it should part me from thy side forever. Oh, do not arm that gentle face of thine With looks so stern and harsh! Who who am I, That dare aspire so high as unto thee? Fame hath not stamped me yet; nor may I take My place amid the courtly throng of knights, That, crowned with glory's lustre, woo thy smiles.
The race track itself was a river of people: the Grand Stand, tier on tier, was black from its lawns at the bottom to its sloping gallery on top; and the "Hill" opposite was a rocky coast of carriages, booths, carts, and clustering crowds. Glory's eyes seemed to leap out of her head. "It's a nation!" she said with panting breath. "An empire!"
There was a hurried footstep approaching, and Polly came in, with her eyes on the ground as if looking for something she had dropped. At the next moment she had snatched the letter out of Glory's hand, and was saying: "What are you doing in my room? Has your friend the chaplain told you to spy upon me?"
That day the trade in goobers had been slack and other of his small employees had found the peanut-man a trifle cross; but, when Glory's shining head and merry face came into view, his own face cleared and he gave her a friendly welcome. "A fifty-bagger this time, dear Toni! I've got to get a heap of money after this for grandpa!"
There's more real gentlemen a-mooching rahnd here in a day than a girl would have a chawnce of meeting in a awspital in a twelvemonth." Glory's very soul was sickening. The attentions of the men, their easy manners, their little liberties, their bows, their smiles, their compliments it was gall and wormwood to the girl's unbroken spirit.
They put Glory in the garden, beside the tiny pond. But a horrible accident happened! Glory fell over again, and this time she fell into the pond! At least her head did. Her legs were too long to go in. She might have been drowned if Take hadn't picked her out in a hurry. Just as Take was wiping Morning Glory's face, her Mother came in dressed for the street. She had Bot'Chan on her back.
"That's Glory's voice." "It is Glory, dearest." The serenity in his face gave way to a look of bewilderment. "But Glory is dead." "No, dear, she is alive, and she will never leave you again." "What place is this?" "This is Aggie's room." "Aggie?" "Don't you remember Aggie? One of the poor girls you fought and worked for." "Is it your spirit, Glory?" "It is myself, dearest, my very, very self."
"He's dead, Glory. Yes, dead. He died a month ago. Poor boy, he died broken-hearted! He had come to hear of his sister's trouble at the hospital. I was to blame for that. He never looked up again." There was silence; both were gazing into the fire, and Glory's mouth was quivering. All at once she said: "John John Storm, why can't you understand that it's not the same with me as with other women?
"Well, well, mate, we're our own masters still; and, when the colonel sends his man for me, I'll tell him 'no, so plain he'll understand. 'Less I may be off on my rounds, singin' to beat a premer donner. Hark! mess-time already. There goes eight bells. What's for us, cook?" As he spoke, the little bell, which hung from the ceiling, struck eight tinkling notes and Glory's face clouded.
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