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Fay's trembling hand put up her long black veil, and then sought Magdalen's hand, which was ready for it. There was a short silence. Magdalen looked earnestly at her sister. Fay's face became suddenly convulsed. "Fay is in great trouble," said Magdalen. "She has come to tell you about it. She has suffered very much." "I can see that," said the Bishop.
Miss Garth's lips closed on that last sentence like a trap, and Miss Garth's eyes looked ominously prophetic into the matrimonial future. If Magdalen's anxieties had not been far too serious to allow her the customary free use of her tongue, she would have been ready on the instant with an appropriately satirical answer. As it was, Miss Garth simply irritated her.
Magdalen's last words seemed to have produced some extraordinary disturbance in him. "Damn it!" he broke out; "I can't let you say that. You have reason to think ill of me. I have cheated you. You never got your fair share of profit from the Entertainment, from first to last. There! now the murder's out!" Magdalen smiled, and signed to him to come back to his chair.
"I put it frankly, with a dash of humor," he said, pleasantly. "I don't shock you do I?" Weary and heart-sick as she was suspicious of others, doubtful of herself the extravagant impudence of Captain Wragge's defense of swindling touched Magdalen's natural sense of humor, and forced a smile to her lips.
The youngest Meade girl, she with the dimples, the pink cheeks, the fluffy hair, and the fluffier brains, is the cause. He sighs for everything and everybody. For Mary Magdalen's batter cakes. For the Black family. For the Kissing Cow, and for Beautiful Dog. Hynds House is a fatal place! "So we are coming back to it, as soon as we may.
Knowing by experience that interference would be hopeless, under these circumstances, Miss Garth turned sharply and left the room. She smiled when she was outside on the landing. The female mind does occasionally though not often project itself into the future. Miss Garth was prophetically pitying Magdalen's unfortunate husband.
She rose from one climax of amazement to another, as her husband proceeded with his disclosure. A wedding in the family at a day's notice! and that wedding Magdalen's! and not a single new dress ordered for anybody, the bride included! and the Oriental Cashmere Robe totally unavailable on the occasion when she might have worn it to the greatest advantage! Mrs.
When breakfast was over, Mrs. Wragge received her orders to retire into an adjoining room, and to wait there until her husband came to release her. As soon as her back was turned, Captain Wragge at once resumed the conversation which had been suspended, by Magdalen's own desire, on the preceding night.
Behold Quite a spicy hat!" In truth, Magdalen's hat was a pretty new one, not by any means unsuitable to her age and appearance, and altogether her air was more stylish than the country town breeding was accustomed to; her dress perfectly plain, but well made.
Vanstone's first reception of her was anticipated aright. After a little, the mother's questions came more and more unreservedly from the sweet, unforgotten experience of the mother's heart. She lived again through her own young days of hope and love in Magdalen's replies. The next morning the all-important decision was announced in words. Mr.
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