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"No, that you are not, Jeannette; you are a good girl, and some of these fine days I'll marry you," said Corbett. "Doit etre bien beau ce jour la, par exemple," replied Jeannette, laughing; "you have promised to marry me every time you have come in these last three years." "Well, that proves I keep to my promise, anyhow." "Yes; but you never go any further."
Jeannette jumped to her feet, the color flaming in her face, her eyes snapping with indignation. "Oh!" she cried, impotently. "I'll I'll oh! what can I do? It must come out! He must apologize. Who did it? Oh, I don't even know him, the wretch!" The "chuff-chuff" of a motor-car coming up the drive interrupted her outburst, and she looked up to see it being driven up and halted before the entrance.
It was only when she failed to discover how she was put together that Georgiana had to come to the rescue. "It's dreadfully stupid of me," protested Jeannette, her delicate cheeks flushing, "but I simply can't find that absurd hook." It was then that Georgiana frankly took the situation by its horns and did away with all embarrassment.
The Canadians had been patient since the middle of August. But this particular September night, as they drifted up past the rock, and saw the defenses of their country bristling against them, the feeling of homesickness vented itself in complaints. Jeannette was in her cabin, and heard them abuse Colonel Fraser and his Highlanders as kidnapers of women and children, and burners of churches.
"And you are Miss Jeannette L. Urmy, of Boston, Massachusetts, I believe." There was quite a long silence. "You knew all along," she flushed angrily. Chilminster raised a hand in protest. "Not until you told me." "Then why didn't you stop? You ought to have taken me back immediately you knew who I was." "So I would have if " "You mean you didn't believe me. You thought I was a lady's maid!"
They will bow down before you as a customer, but they will not have you for a friend. Thus I found it impossible to reach Jeannette. I do not say that I tried, for all the time I was fighting myself; but I went far enough to see the barriers.
Jeannette, all unaware that the snowy linen with which her room was kept plentifully supplied was constantly relaundered in secret by Georgiana's own hands, was as lavish in her use of it as she was accustomed to be at home, and the result was a quite unbelievable amount of extra work for her cousin. Mr.
So Jeannette got up and departed, and after some few further thoughts about Captain Bellfield, Mrs Greenow herself went to her bedroom.
She was conscious, womanlike, that the small hat she wore was made over from one of Jeannette's, and she did not think it becoming. Though it was November, she still wore her summer suit, for the reason that since her return from abroad Jeannette had not found time to pack and send off the usual "Semi-Annual," and previous boxes had not included winter suits at at all.
A week or two later I strolled out to the Giant's Stairway and sat down in the little rock chapel. There was a picnic at the Lovers' Leap, and I had that side of the island to myself. I was leaning back, half asleep, in the deep shadow, when the sound of voices roused me; a birch-bark canoe was passing close in shore, and two were in it, Jeannette and our surgeon.
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