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That was what Rosamond said herself about it, when Ruth told it all at home. The response is almost always there to those who go for it; if it is not, there is no use any way. Mrs. Marchbanks smiled. "Does Mrs. Holabird know?" "O yes; she always knows." There was a little distance and a touch of business in Mrs. Marchbanks's manner after this.
You needn't keep asking how we know! Things that belong get together. People who tell a story see round corners. The next morning Maud Marchbanks came over, and asked us all to play croquet and drink tea with them that evening, with the Goldthwaites and the Haddens. "We're growing very gay and multitudinous," she said, graciously. "The midshipman's got home, Harry Goldthwaite, you know."
At the door stood a tall, good-looking young man, whose shaven chin, cut of whisker, and Tweed shooting costume, betokened him an Englishman of the sporting class. Addressing himself to this gentleman with a polite bow, Pedro asked whether Colonel Marchbanks was staying there. "Well aw I'm not quite sure, but there is aw I believe, a military man of aw some sort staying in the place."
But alas! the course of his love being true and deep remarkably deep was doomed to run in its proverbially rugged course. Colonel Marchbanks, when leading his men to "glory" or otherwise like a true soldier, as he was, invariably moved with an advance and rear-guard.
Fire poured in at the casements; through the wide, airy halls; up and into the rooms where we had stood a little while before; where, a little before that, the children had been safe asleep in their nursery beds. Mrs. Marchbanks, like any other burnt-out woman, had gone to the home that offered to her, her sister-in-law's; Olivia and Adelaide were going to the Haddens; the children were at Mrs.
The meagre winter day was already drawing to a close; with the gathering darkness a rising wind drove the snow once more before it, and the clouds to windward piled black and ominous. By himself Marchbanks was powerless to help, if help were indeed yet possible; he could but return to Moffat and give the alarm.
And the house will be full of men directly!" She looked round the room nervously, and went and picked up her braided "chignon" from the dressing-table. Mrs. Marchbanks could "receive" splendidly; she had never thought what she should do at a fire. She knew all the rules of the grammar of life; she had not learned anything about the exceptions. "Elijah! Come up here!" called Mrs.
The reason is that the unpleasant play is interesting merely to the intellect and leaves the audience cold, whereas the pleasant play is interesting also to the emotions and stirs the audience to sympathy. It is possible for the public to feel sorry for Morell; it is even possible for them to feel sorry for Marchbanks: but it is absolutely impossible for them to feel sorry for Mrs. Warren.
Roger Marchbanks would be comparatively composed and in order, at Mrs.
Maybe 'murderer' is too strong a word for him where Marchbanks was concerned; but I do say that any clever lawyer could send you and him to the penitentiary for robbing a dead woman and her daughter, the girl whom you and he have kidnapped within the last week." Here was a broadside with a vengeance. Meiklejohn could not have endured a keener agony were he facing a judge and jury.
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