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"I admire her myself more than Aneta Lysle," said Janet Burns, "although of course all the world would call Aneta beautiful." "Yes, that is quite true," said Kathleen; "but I call Aneta a little stiff, and she is very determined too, and she doesn't like poor old Mags one single bit. Wasn't it jolly of Mags to get up this glorious day for us? Won't we have fun?
"You don't look very well, Mags," she said "not nearly as robust as when I saw you last; and you never wrote to me after that first letter." "I have a great deal I want to tell you," said Maggie in a low tone. "Lucy is quite right; there are no lessons of any sort this evening. Mrs.
There are Romneys and Gainsboroughs and Sir Joshua Reynoldses, and all sorts of magnificent treasures there." "Doubtless," said Maggie. "But when I tell you what we did you will laugh." "What did you do? Do tell us, Mags." "We sat in easy-chairs. I faced the portrait of a very beautiful lady after whom Cicely Cardew is called." "Of course I know her well I mean her picture," said Isabel.
Both the Tristrams burst into a peal of merry laughter. "Oh Mags!" they cried, "we never did think before that you were conceited. You certainly overrate even your powers when you imagine that you will get Mr. Cardew to change his mind." "What do you mean by his changing his mind?" "Why, this," said Belle. "He has set his face from the very first against his girls leaving home.
But you're not going to run away now, Mags?" She bent towards her and kissed her on the forehead. "Yes," said Maggie, trembling. "I want you to let me go." "I cannot possibly do that, dear. If you go, I go too." "I must go," said Maggie. "You don't understand. You found things out about me to-day, and you have behaved well, splendidly. I didn't give you credit for it. I didn't know you.
Maggie had a good deal to tell them with regard to the new school, and they had a great deal to tell her with regard to the Cardews. Just as they were entering the avenue Maggie turned and faced her two companions. "May I say something?" she asked eagerly. "Why, of course, Mags," said Molly.
"Well then, Mags, if that is the case," said Peterkins, "you get along in at once, and take this corner close to me; then, whenever we want, we can do a bit of whispering." "You won't whisper more than your share," said Jackdaw. "I've a frightful lot to say to Mags this morning." "Hush, boys!" said Maggie; "if you quarrel about me I shall not speak to either of you."
"It's a good thing you seen me," she told him, endeavoring to establish a relationship of easy confidence, "instead of them diseased Mags down the street. Shall we have a little drink upstairs?" "It's early," he negligently interposed; "how about a turn of the cards first? Do you know any one who would take a hand?" "I got my friend here, and there's a gentleman at the hotel would accommodate us.
Well, I succeeded in doing that this morning. There's the gong, and, notwithstanding my lunch, I am quite hungry." "Well, Andrew and Jack are perfectly mad to see you; you'll have to devote a bit of your time to them. Dear me, Mags!" said Molly, "it must be tiresome to be a sort of universal favorite, as you are."
"Give me your fix, Joyce," he said. "I can't find it." Joyce called out his figures, in seconds of arc to three places. "You're right on it, Joyce," Miller called a minute later. "I got it. Now pray it don't get away when I boost it." Clay stepped over behind Miller. "Take it a few mags at a time," he said calmly. I watched Miller's screen.
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