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Marg kept the secret of the Hollow cabin in her seething heart. She was frightened, fearing her father or Jed might discover Nella-Rose. But she was, at times, filled with a strange longing to see her sister and touch that wonderful thing that lay on the guilty mother-breast.
"Come now, Aunt Marg, that's a good one, when all my life I have been in the habit of running in and out of your room, to do your bidding like a lackey," the young man retorted, mockingly. "But really this is an unexpected treat," he added, wickedly. "Miss Richards, in these fine togs, is the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. And 'pon my word, Aunt Marg, I really believe she looks like "
It would be like marrying a tree that the freshet was rolling about. I'm not going to seek and hide with any man." "Why don't yo' let Marg have 'im then? She'd be a right smart responsibility." "She can have him and welcome, if she can find him!" Then, hearing her sister outside, she called: "Come in, Marg. Shut out the cold and the dark. What's the use of acting like a little old hateful?"
"She is a peach," exclaimed Charlie, eying Margery in her natty little blue suit appraisingly. "Some swell dame, huh?" commented Kent, his hands in his trousers' pockets, cap on the back of his head. "Hello, Marg! Whither and why?" "Oh, how de do, Kent!" Margery approached languidly, including Lydia and Charlie in her nod. "Got any paper dolls in your pocket, Miss Marshall?" inquired Charlie.
He's looking for you. Chase yourselves, now, Marg Holt. Leave that slacker to us!" Margaret gave a start, a gasp. She looked hard at her brother. Blair wore a cool smile, underneath which there was sterner hidden meaning. Then Margaret looked at Lane with slow, deep blush, making her really beautiful. "Margie, we're for you two, strong," said Lane, with a smile. "Go hide from Swann."
I didn't ask any more questions. Peter was sober he only lies when he's drunk and not having any wish to rouse Marg I just come away and burned the letter what you sent. But I've done some thinking on my own 'count since your letter came and I reckon I've studied the thing clear on circumstantial evidence which is what I mostly have to go on in the sticks.
A half hour later he encountered Marg. In his own mind Burke had a pretty clear idea of what had occurred. Not having heard any suggestion of Truedale, he was as ignorant of him as though Truedale had never existed. Jed, then, was the only man to hold guilty.
She was no longer the girl Lawson had known, but how could she hope to make him understand that? Her tender, love-seeking nature had, in the past, accepted the best the mountains offered and Burke had been the best. She had played with him teased Marg with him revelled in the excitement, but now? Well, the blindness had been torn from her eyes the shackles from her feet.
Keeping close to the ground, she advanced to where the trail from Lone Dome met the broader one, and there, standing undecided and bewildered, was a tall, fair girl. Nella-Rose sprang to her feet, her eyes ablaze. "Marg! What you hounding me for?" "Nella-Rose, where you been?" "What's that to you?" "You've been up to Devil-may-come Hollow!" "Have I? Let me pass, Marg.
He could not speak for a moment he could not think; then a lurid fire of conviction burned into his very soul. "So that's it!" he muttered, coming so close to Marg that she shrank back afraid. "So that's it! Yo'-all have damned and all but killed the po' lil' girl then flung her to to the devil! You've taken the leavings you! 'cause yo' couldn't get anything else.
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