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'Who is the owner of this house? said Nicholas, hastily. An elderly woman was pointed out to him; and to her he said, as he knelt down and gently unwound Madeline's arms from the lifeless mass round which they were entwined: 'I represent this lady's nearest friends, as her servant here knows, and must remove her from this dreadful scene. This is my sister to whose charge you confide her.
Lester and his companion found Madeline and Ellinor standing at the window of the hall; and Madeline's light step was the first that sprang forward to welcome their return: even the face of the Student brightened, when he saw the kindling eye, the parted lip, the buoyant form, from which the pure and innocent gladness she felt on seeing him broke forth.
Then followed a long march through dragging sand. Meantime the blackness gradually changed to gray. At length Majesty climbed out of the wash, and once more his iron shoes rang on stone. He began to climb. The figure of Stewart and his horse loomed more distinctly in Madeline's sight. Bending over, she tried to see the trail, but could not.
The three men looked on in puzzled helpless masculinity, and the Swami surveyed the scene as the two women clung to each other. "Vera," said Mr. Lenox, "are we permitted to know what this means?" Mrs. Lenox kept her arm around Madeline's shoulder as she turned. "It's only an ugly little fling in the Chatterer, Frank," she said, "and it sounds as though it might refer to Madeline.
Lena's eyes were eloquent even if she was silent; internally she was really resenting Madeline's tone, which seemed to her to assume that Dick was somehow Miss Elton's particular property. "Perhaps you needn't be so sure, missy," she thought. After dinner, when the three men found their way to the drawing-room, Mrs. Lenox had started Madeline on a career of song.
"I've been trying to analyze it ever since I came West. It wouldn't appeal to the tired or the world-weary. Its charm is for the vigorous and the confident and the hopeful for the young." "For us, my boy," Dick said. "At Madeline's," as Dick called it, with that obliviousness of the older generation shown by the younger, Norris felt as they entered, as he had felt at Mrs.
That question bothered him not a little. He no longer loved her in fact, he was now certain that he never had loved her but he liked her, and he wanted her to keep on liking him. And she wrote to him with regularity. What ought he to do about writing her? He debated the question with himself and, at last, and with some trepidation, asked Madeline's opinion of his duty in the matter.
And here she sat in a dingy little station, with telegraph wires moaning a lonely song in the wind. A faint sound like the rattling of thin chains diverted Madeline's attention. At first she imagined it was made by the telegraph wires. Then she heard a step. The door swung wide; a tall man entered, and with him came the clinking rattle. She realized then that the sound came from his spurs.
But he had a sufficient support in other branches of medical practice, he added, and, so long as he had patients enough for experimentation with the aim of improving the process, he was quite satisfied. He listened with great interest to Henry's account of Madeline's case.
The blue eyes met his, not with a glare or a glower, but with a look of interest and inquiry. The Fosdick hand shook his with politeness, and the Fosdick manner was, if not genial, at least quiet and matter of fact. He was taken aback. What did it mean? Was it possible that Madeline's father was inclined to regard her engagement to him with favor? A great throb of joy accompanied the thought.
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