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"'Lemon held by Timothy Marden in his hand just before he died. Aunt Luceba," said Isabel, turning with a swift impulse, "I think aunt Eliza was a horror!" "Don't you say it, if you do think it," said her aunt, sinking into a chair and rocking vigorously. "Le's git through with it as quick 's we can. Ain't that a bandbox? Yes, that's great-aunt Isabel's leghorn bunnit.
It was just after Marden had been out at one o'clock that it happened. "They were sitting as I tell you when Marden thought he heard a curious sort of noise from the gate. West appeared to have heard nothing; but I have no doubt that it was the sound of the constable's fall. West's pipe had gone out, and he struck a match to relight it.
Still, as Mrs. Marden says, there are a good many things to be arranged. March 28. Mesmerized again by Miss Penclosa. Experience much the same as before, save that insensibility came on more quickly. March 29. Mesmerized again. March 30. Sunday, and a blank day. I grudge any interruption of our experiments.
The collusion and the signal had really been too obvious. "Professor Gilroy is not satisfied," said she, glancing up at me with her strange little eyes. "My poor fan is to get the credit of that experiment. Well, we must try something else. Miss Marden, would you have any objection to my putting you off?" "Oh, I should love it!" cried Agatha.
Randy blushed as she said, "O, Jotham, has Professor Marden been teaching you to pay compliments, along with your other studies?" "Indeed, no," was the answer.
The glory of the day was at its height when Marden came in sight; the whole world seemed to have joined in a peon of thanksgiving which for the moment drowned the unwonted echoes in Christopher's heart that Peter Masters's hard voice had awoken. Youth was his, Love was his, and Patricia was to be his, and he was going to see her.
"I shan't stay in town. I think I shall go abroad again. I want to think." "Dear, dear. Is Marden such a bad atmosphere for the intelligence?" He coloured up boy-like and then laughed. "There are too many clever people to help one think there. Also there is a man in Belgium trying some private road experiments. I want to help him." "What will Aymer say to it?"
She was frightened, I could see, though she tried to brazen it out. She read the black thought in my mind, and cowered away from me. "She is fortunate in having such a champion," said she. "He actually dares to threaten a lonely woman. I must really congratulate Miss Marden upon her protector." The words were bitter, but the voice and manner were more acid still.
He was buried that evening in the chapel of the castle, out of respect to his high birth; and the chaplain of Fitzallen of Marden, who said the service upon the occasion, preached the next Sunday an excellent sermon upon the text, 'Radix malorum est cupiditas, which we have here transcribed.
She never made no fuss when Josh was awake, but if he shet his eyes, she'd kind o' hang over the bed an' smooth the clo'es as if they was kittens, an' once I ketched her huggin' up the sleeve of his old barn coat that hung outside the door. If ever a woman made a fool of herself over a man that wa'n't wuth it, 'twas Lyddy Ann Marden!
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