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"We can't thank you enough," declared Phyllis, a little overcome by so much grandeur. Tom was standing in a far corner of the room. "I would like to suggest that I be allowed to come into this," he demanded firmly. "You, Tom?" teased Madge. "You're merely the audience." Tom took four small square boxes out of his pocket. "Don't you be too sure, Miss Madge Morton.
Apparently I had slight place in your thoughts at all, but I made great allowances for a man in your condition." "That was kind, but you were mistaken. Why, Madge, we were almost brought up together, and I couldn't reconcile the past and the present. The years you spent in the far West, and their result, are more wonderful than a fairytale. I wish you would tell me about them." "I will.
Heaven be my witness, neither Madge nor I have ever injured anybody. We cannot believe that we have a single enemy in the world." "Ah! if Nell would only speak!" cried the engineer. "Mr. Starr and you, father," said Harry, "I do beg of you to keep silence on this matter, and not to question my poor Nell.
Curtis walked away deeply offended. Philip Holt, however, was too fully occupied with his own disappointment to note this. A sudden daring idea had taken possession of him. Perhaps Madge Morton was not so lucky after all. Finding a treasure did not necessarily mean keeping it. Several days after the finding of the treasure-chest experts came down from Philadelphia to appraise its value.
"You've been the jolliest kind of a chaperon, dear Miss Jenny Ann, and we love you. You know I am sorry I used to be so disagreeable to you at school, and you do like me now, don't you?" Miss Jenny Ann and Madge desisted from their labors long enough to embrace each other. "Here, here, what is all this love-feast about?" demanded Tom Curtis cheerfully.
I didn't escape it, for Madge was saying "Can you conceive of a man pretending to care for a girl and yet treating her so? I can't tell you the grief, the mortification, I have endured." She spoke with a half-sob in her throat, as if she was struggling not to cry, which made me wish I had never been born.
"I jus' nachelly hab got to speak to dem ar stable boys a minute, fust. Jus' 'scuse me fo' a minute, suh." He vanished hurriedly, hoping that by this diversion he could gain a little time for Madge and for himself. Layson gazed after him with some astonishment, then went and tried the stable door. "Of course the door's locked," he explained, annoyed, "but he'll be back here in a minute."
He'll never forgive himself now when he hears what you have done for me," and he laid his hand affectionately on Oliver's shoulder as he spoke. "I liked you as soon as I saw you, and so did mother, and so does Madge, but father was always wrong about you.
Not one of them alluded to the philosophical 'hundred years hence. For when England, thanks to a spirited pair of our young noblemen, has exhibited one of her characteristic performances consummately, Philosophy is bidden fly; she is a foreign bird. Kit Ines cocked an eye at Madge, in the midst of the congratulations and the paeans pumping his arms.
Many women marry for money outright, and all poor Stella proposes is to be complaisant toward a man who would not continue his business support to one whose daughter had just refused him." Madge was silent. "You wouldn't do such a thing, I suppose." "I couldn't, Graydon," she said, simply.
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