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She never knew about him, poor fellow!" It was curious to see how she still clung to that tender old pitying way of speaking of Grif. Aimee began to cry over her again. "You must come home, Dolly," she said. "You must, indeed. You will get worse and worse if you stay here. I will speak to Miss MacDowlas myself. You say she is kind to you."
Grif Grif, it was n't like you, it was n't worthy of you, it was n't indeed!" Her worst enemy would have felt herself avenged if she had heard the anguish in her voice. She was crushed to the earth under this last great blow of feeling that he had altered so far. Grif, her whilom greatest help and comfort, the best gift God had given her!
Crewe as well as she knew Grif himself, so she stepped back into the narrow passage at once, and even opened the parlor door, and announced the visitor in a way that made poor Grif s heart beat. "One of Mr. Crewe's sisters," she said. He had been sitting glowering over the fire, with his head on his hands and his elbows on his knees, and when he started up he looked quite haggard and dishevelled.
She shall come home some afternoon. I know Miss MacDowlas will let her, and you shall sit in the parlor together, Grif, and make everything straight, and begin afresh." He could not help being roused somewhat by such a prospect. The cloud was lifted for one instant, even if it fell upon him again the next. "I shall have to wait a week," he said.
Up jumped Grif, the delight of whose life was practical jokes, which amiable weakness made him the terror of the girls, though they had no other fault to find with the merry lad. "Mr. Chairman, the ground I take is this: girls have not the strength to go to college with us. They couldn't row a race, go on a lark, or take care of themselves, as we do.
"Not a bad plan, either," said Phil "We all know how their differences of opinion terminate. As to matters being at an end between them, that is all nonsense; they could n't live without each other six months. Dolly would take to unbecoming bonnets, and begin to neglect her back hair, and Grif would take to prussic acid or absinthe."
A week after the return of Aimée and Grif from London, there fell again upon the modest hotel a hush; but it was not the hush of sympathetic silence which had fallen upon it before, it was merely a sort of reaction after a slight excitement. The pretty English girl had, to every one's wonder, suddenly returned to earth and had been married!
"You?" said Blake incredulously. "Yes, me. When it comes to applying what's in the books, I'm not so worse. You know that, Tommy. But this proposition Only available dam site is across a stretch of bottomless bog, yet it's got to hold a sixty-five foot head of water." "Je-ru-salem!" whistled Blake. "Say, you've sure got to give me a shy at that, Grif. It can't be worked out that's a cinch.
I just put a cockroach in Molly's desk one day, and when she opened it she jumped as if she was shot." So did the gentlemen of the club, for at that moment half-a-dozen fire-crackers exploded under the chair Grif had left, and flew wildly about the room.
She wrote to them now and then, but she did not pay another visit to Bloomsbury Place. It was not the old home to her now, and she dreaded seeing it in its new aspect, the aspect which was desolate of Grif. Most of her letters came to Aimée; but she rarely referred to her trouble, rather seeming to avoid it than otherwise. And the letters themselves were bright enough, seeming, too.
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