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Great Heaven! if this that I fear should happen, what an awakening she might have when it was too late!" At last he resolved on the simplest and most straightforward course, and wrote "MARA Will you grant me one more interview the last, unless you freely concede others. I have something important to say to you, something that relates far more to your happiness than to my own.
At last he descended victorious, with the eggs in his pocket. Mara stood at the foot of the tree, with her sun-bonnet blown back, her hair streaming, and her little arms upstretched, as if to catch him if he fell. "Oh, I was so afraid!" she said, as he set foot on the ground. "Afraid? Pooh! Who's afraid? Why, you might know the old eagles couldn't beat me."
To these they joined the reverence of various subordinate genii, or demons, fairies, and goblins, fantastical ideas, which, in a state of uninstructed Nature, grow spontaneously out of the wild fancies or fears of men. Thus, they worshipped a sort of goddess, whom they called Mara, formed from those frightful appearances that oppress men in their sleep; and the name is still retained among us.
"Sit down, sit down, little Mara," said Aunt Ruey. "Why, how like a picture you look this mornin', one needn't ask you how you do, it's plain enough that you are pretty well." "Yes, I am, Aunt Ruey," she answered, sinking into a chair; "only it is warm to-day, and the sun is so hot, that's all, I believe; but I am very tired." "So you are now, poor thing," said Miss Ruey.
He began to pace the deck again without noticing that he drew near Ingigerd Hahlström. "You are wanted," a voice behind him suddenly announced. Seeing how he started, Doctor Wilhelm excused himself. "You were dreaming; you are a dreamer," Mara called. "Come over here. I don't like these stupid men."
As was frequently his custom in common with men whose past is more than their future promises to be the captain had lapsed into a train of thought which took him far away from present surroundings. He was roused by Mrs. Hunter's preparations for departure, and looking suddenly at Mara, saw that her eyes were filled with tears.
But the old lady in the apartment above grew impatient, and at last Hannah stood courtesying in the door as she said, "Missus p'sent her compl'ments an' say would be glad to see you." "There, I've been selfish and thoughtless," said Captain Bodine, "but I shall see you again, for it will give Ella and me great pleasure to call upon you." "Yes, indeed, we must meet often," Mara added earnestly.
She stopped a moment wistfully before a little profile head, of a kind which resembles a black shadow on a white ground. "That was Hitty!" she said. Mara had often seen in the graveyard a mound inscribed to this young person, and heard traditionally of a young and pretty sister of Miss Roxy who had died very many years before.
Thus, to the relief of the man wrestling with sleep, his attention was drawn to the present and the things taking place in the ship's body. Yet, when there was no sound or movement to distract him, his imagination succumbed to torturing thoughts of Mara and sometimes of his wife, with whose sufferings he occasionally used to reproach himself.
Mara never looked so pretty in her life, for the whole force of her being was awake, glowing and watchful, to guard passage, door, and window of her soul, that no treacherous hint might escape.
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