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Within her she was instinctively aware that if Magda had cared, no power of hers could have won back Dan's allegiance. A faint doubt assailed her. "She she seemed as if she cared?" she ventured. Dan nodded indifferently. "Yes. I was a summer holiday's amusement for her." "And was that all?" As June spoke, her direct gaze sought her husband's face. He met it fair and square, unflinchingly.
Eldridge rather thought she hadn't cared to be found. Larry bit his lip at that and groaned inwardly. He too was afraid it was only too true, and it was all his fault. This was the story of the pearls as his friend briefly outlined it for Larry Holiday's benefit. The Farringdon pearls had originally belonged to a Lady Jane Farringdon of Farringdon Court, England.
The Dean himself, an old friend of Doctor Holiday's, wrote expressing his congratulations and the hope that this performance of his nephew's was a pledge of better things in the future and that this fourth Holiday to pass through the college might yet reflect credit upon it and the Holiday name.
Hall was a lawyer, an acquaintance of Mr. Holiday's, whom he had accidentally met at Geneva. "He is a lawyer," said Mr. Holiday, "and he will be a very good umpire." "Is it a law question?" asked Rollo. "Not exactly a law question," said Mr. Holiday, "but all such questions require for an umpire a man who is accustomed to think precisely. That is their very business.
The ornaments contained in these trays were by no means as costly as those which had been shown to the two ladies at the table; for Mrs. Holiday had said to the shopman, as she came in, that she wished to see only some simple pins and other ornaments worth from fifty to one hundred francs. They were, however, just as pretty in Mrs. Holiday's opinion.
As vividly as if it were but yesterday he remembered the misery of flesh and spirit which had been his as he stowed himself away in the hay loft in the Holiday's barn, that long ago summer dawn, too sick to take another step and caring little whether he lived or died, conscious vaguely, however, that death would be infinitely preferable to going back to the life of the circus and the man Jim's coarse brutality from which he had made his escape at last.
"And these are the sons of my father's vassals," he said "of men bound, both by law and gratitude, to follow our steps through battle, and fire, and flood; and now the destruction of their liege lord's house is but a holiday's sight to them."
"Miss Mayton," said I, hastily, earnestly, but in a very low tone, "Budge is a marplot, but he is a truthful interpreter for all that. But whatever my fate may be, please do not suspect me of falling suddenly into love for a holiday's diversion. My malady is of some months' standing. "I want to talk SOME," observed Budge. "You talk all the whole time. I I when I loves anybody I kisses them."
As for the strange lapse of memory, there seemed nothing to do but wait in the hope that recovered health and strength might bring it back. "It may come bit by bit or by a sudden bound or never," was Doctor Holiday's opinion. "There is nothing that I know of that she or you or any one can do except let nature take her course. It is a case of time and patience. I am glad you brought her to us.
Soft little breezes came tiptoeing along the water from fragrant nooks ashore and stopped in their course to kiss Ruth's face as she lay content and lovely among the scarlet cushions, reading the eloquent message of Larry Holiday's gray eyes. They did not talk much. They were both a little afraid of words.
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