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So much the better; they would keep her in ignorance, perhaps not altogether, but it would be folly to undeceive her at present. "I'm goin' to Miss Madge now," she said, going to the door, "and I won't see you again; she's getting light-headed, and might let it out; but I'll not let any one in but myself," and so saying, she left the room.
The sheriff turned and made another elaborate apology for having had to trouble the lady. I heard Madge tell him that he hadn't troubled her at all, and then, as the cowboys and Camp walked off, she added, "And, Mr. Gunton, I want to thank you for reproving Mr. Camp's dreadful swearing." "Thank yer, miss," said the sheriff.
"There is one thing more that pony needs," said aunt Madge, stroking his eyebrows, "and that is, a name." "O, I never thought of that," said Susy; "help me find a name, auntie." "Let me think. I should call him something good and pleasant. Think of something good and pleasant Think of something you like very much." "O, Frosted Cake," cried Prudy: "wouldn't that be pleasant? Susy loves that."
Now, had that been Louise I would have been 'hoppin', but, girls, you see, we take everything from Madge." "Yes, anything from her is worth coming from Halifax to hear," exclaimed Helen Rushton, rising from her position and crossing over to the range of bookshelves that adorned the opposite walls. "Well, it's no use; I'm out of my element here. I can't get up to your high-toned talk.
As he watched Madge he could not help thinking how pretty she looked, with her hands moving deftly among the cups and saucers, so bizarre-looking with their sprawling dragons of yellow and green. He half smiled to himself as he thought, "If they knew all, I wonder if they would sit with me so unconcernedly." Mr. Frettlby, too, as he looked at his daughter, thought of his dead wife and sighed.
Don't you begin to love mother very much, grandpa?" "She is charming." "Of course she isn't your real relation, the way I am." "Oh, come now. She's my daughter." Jewel smiled at him doubtfully. "But so is aunt Madge," she returned. "Why, Jewel, I'm surprised that any one who looks so tall as you do in a riding skirt shouldn't know more than that! Mrs. Harry Evringham is your mother."
Tania had been aroused in the night by seeing a dark figure standing with his back to her only a few feet from her bed. Involuntarily the child stirred. In that instant a black-masked face turned toward her and Tania gave the single, terrified scream that Madge had heard. Before Tania could call out again, a handkerchief was tied so closely around her mouth that she could make no further sound.
Yet there was a lively possibility that she might fail to take the tide into consideration. At last Madge decided to end the suspense. She knew their skiff would float from the shore of Fisherman's Island several hours before full tide. They had tried to make their escape at the moment when the tide was almost at its lowest ebb. The tide had been high that morning.
"For the love of heaven, Madge!" he said, angrily, as he came up to us. "Haven't you any more sense than to come away out here? This sea is calm, but it is treacherous, and you are farther out than you have ever gone before. Come back with me this minute." The sight of Grace Draper swimming by herself gave me an inspiration. The game which Lillian had advised me to play was certainly succeeding.
It was Madge Scarlet who stole his victim from his arms almost in the hour of his devilish triumph. She did not get on the train from the little way station, however. She was on the train when it drew out of the great city by the lake, but the scheming Ruggles knew it not. She, too, wore a veil, and was otherwise disguised, and managed not to show herself to the man she had once called friend.
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