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Mademoiselle Servien only muttered that great ladies were no better than others, and that she thought more of herself with her merino skirt than all those set-up minxes in their flounces and finery, adding: "Better a good name than a gilt girdle." But this talk was beyond little Jean's comprehension.
In truth, he was seeing with his professional eyes a picture of that dash down the bluff. He was seeing a "close-up" of Jean whirling her loop and lassoing the drowning man just as he had given up hope and was going under for the third time. Lee Milligan was the drowning man! and the agony of his eyes, and the tenseness of Jean's face, made Robert Grant Burns draw a long breath.
Presently, hearing footsteps, she drew me into another little room. "It is the grandfather," she said. "He has forgotten you already, and he must not see you again." We saw the old man hobble into the room we had left, carrying in one arm Jean's coat and hat.
I could see their gaze bent on me, as the source of their hope, their reliance. Jimmy was now free from the first violence of the seasickness, but I saw Jean's hand on his arm. "Gee!" I heard the latter mutter as the first sea crossed under us. "Dat was a peach." I took heart myself, for we lived that one through. "Bail!"
And though his look branded the idea for a wild absurdity, sentinel-like he began to pace up and down a few yards from Jean's door. 'How else, said the woman, 'should that inexperienced girl have felt the new loyalty and responded as she did? "New," indeed! he said under his breath, 'however little "loyal." 'Loyal, above all. But no newer than electricity was when it first lit up the world.
She began to think of herself, too of Jean's scarlet cravat of his new shoes too tight for him, which he wore with the pride of a village dandy on fête days and Sundays and of her own patched and pitifully scanty wardrobe. "She has nothing, that little one," she had heard the gossips remark openly before her, time and time again, when she was a child.
A second day, a third night, and a third day came. With each hour grew his anxiety for Jean's return. At times he was almost feverish to have the affair over with. He was confident of the outcome, and yet he did not fail to take the Frenchman's true measurement.
Seating herself by the spring she despatched her companion on an errand to supply domestic wants, promising to await her return. Jean's principal characteristic was rapid resolution: he reasoned that a small alarm might make the girl fly; that his chance of retaining her was an overpowering shock. He stepped boldly out and stood before her.
I talk about Biddy in a casual way, but if I hadn't known from Biddy I would have learned from Jean's averted eyes that something had happened. The child gives herself away every time." "This, I suppose, happened before the fortune came. What effect will the money have, I wonder?" "I wonder too," said Pamela. "Now that Jean feels she has something to give it may make a difference.
The summer at Marbury had begun. On the 20th of June, after seeing the Europe-bound party off for New York, the Ward children had arrived, bag and baggage, under Auntie Jean's escort. Early the first morning after their arrival, Cricket awoke Eunice with a punch. "Eunice, what do you think I am going to do to-day? and I'm going to do it every day till I succeed."
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