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Good-bye!" and she ran off without affording herself a chance to say anything else. "Did she take it!" asked Grace unnecessarily. "Yes, and she just loved it. But I couldn't think what to say, and I said we had fun in being scouts, when I saw she couldn't move for any kind of fun. Wasn't that awful?" wailed Madaline. "No," the practical Cleo assured her embarrassed companion.
He did not remember that the duchess had told him so in as many words, but he was decidedly of the opinion that Madaline's mother was a cousin of the duke's, and that she had married a drawing-master, who had afterward turned out wild and profligate. The drawing-master was dead. His darling Madaline had good blood in her veins was descended from an ancient and noble family.
It was actually two days after the eventful experience of Grace and Madaline in River Bend Wood, when the latter had made such a desperate attempt to rescue the alleged "Mrs.
"Oh, Grace, what do you think?" Thus asked Madaline without hint or warning. "Think? This is no time for thinking," answered Grace, who was busying herself with a complicated system of cords. "I'm trying to puzzle out the best way to demonstrate a sheep-shank knot," and she kept on with her endeavor, flipping the cord ends this way and that, while Madaline, all impatience, looked down at her chum.
"Would to Heaven that I thought the same!" he rejoined, quickly. "But I understand the difficulties of the case, my poor Madaline, and you do not." She turned away with a low, dreary sigh, and the light died from her face. "Madaline," said Lord Arleigh, quietly, "do not think, my darling, that you suffer most indeed, it is not so.
"She learned to love the prince she would never have loved the gardener," remarked Philippa; "it was a terrible vengeance." "I do not like stories of vengeance," said Madaline. "After all, though, I love the Claude of the story, and find much true nobility in him much to admire. When reading the play I am tempted all the time to ask myself, How could he do it? It was an unmanly act."
"Crazy, not at all," sang out Grace in a laughing voice. "I've got it!" "Got what?" Madaline cried anxiously. "Mrs. Johnston's wash!" "Oh, Grace, you will get us both arrested." "For recovering stolen property! You have a fine sense of scout laws," Grace retorted.
The sunshine glistened through the green boughs, and touched her graceful golden head as with an aureole of glory. "I am beginning to think," he said, "that all that happens is for the best. We shall be wiser and better all our lives for having suffered." "I think so too," observed Madaline. "And my darling," he said, "I am quite sure of another thing.
I who you send from you now am the same Madaline whom you married this morning whom you kissed half an hour since. Norman, I begin to think that I am in a terrible dream." "I would to Heaven it were a dream. I am unnerved unmanned I have lost my strength, my courage, my patience, my hope. Oh, Madaline, how can I tell you?"
Then it became painful for him to walk; his fatigue was so great that his limbs ached at every step. He began to think his life was drawing near its close. Once or twice he had cried "Madaline" aloud and the name seemed to die away on the sobbing wind. He grew exhausted at last; for some hours he had struggled on in the face of the tempest.
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