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Miss Elting nodded, then hurried to the collapsed tent, under which she burrowed and groped about in the dark in search of her medicine kit, which she finally found and brought to the fireside. Margery's swollen head was treated until the soreness had become eased a little.
As to himself, Richard said that he should of course return to his father for a time, until he could by some act of bravery or special favour receive the honour of knighthood; but he did not like to say anything to Dame Lovell about leaving her, so long as he saw that he was of any use to her, as he knew that she regarded him in the light of an adopted son, and had especially seemed to cling to him since Margery's departure.
"I am no sorceress," replied Margery, quietly, "neither do I use evil arts; I speak unto you in the words of Christ bear you the sin if you will not hear. The abbot could bear no more. He struck her furiously a blow which stretched her senseless on the stone floor of the cell. Having by this primitive means silenced Margery's "endless quotations," he let himself out with a private key.
On the whole he behaved well, and took Margery's adoration with great patience. He had the wit to wish to fall nothing in her eyes. His new and earthlier view of war, as a game with coarse rewards, he confided to me; and this not in words but in a smile now and then and a general air when safe from his sister's eyes, of being passably amused by her high-fangled nonsense.
"That quarrel died nine years ago. Your reviving of it now is but a mask." "For what?" I asked. "For your just resentment in sweet Margery's behalf. Believe it or not, as you like, but I could love you for that blow you gave me, John Ireton. I had been losing cursedly at cards that day, and mine host's wine had a dash of usquebaugh in it, I dare swear.
It's because they are in paradise and God knows if it's to be done I'm going to keep them there." "My God!" broke from Latimer. "What a heart you have, man!" He turned his face to look at him almost as if in reverent awe. "Margery's child! Margery's child!" he repeated to himself. "Is she like her mother?" he asked. "I never saw her mother when she was happy," Tom answered.
Changing her position a little, she now came closer to the chief than she had hitherto done. "Squaw like medicine-man?" asked Peter, with a significance of expression that raised a blush in Margery's cheek. "You mean to ask me if I like to SEE medicine-men perform," answered Margery, with the readiness of her sex. "White women are always curious, they say how is it with the women of the red men?"
In a few minutes he should be holding in his hand letters written by the man who had been Margery's murderer the letters she had hidden and clung to and sobbed over in the blackness of her nights. And they had been written twenty years ago, and Margery had changed to dust on the hillside under the pines. And nothing could be undone and nothing softened.
She ran to meet the baby and kissed her, then allowed her to help push the doll carriage. "Mardy tum! Mardy tum!" chanted Patience. Margery's black hair was in a long braid, tied with a wide white ribbon. Margery's hands were clean and so were her white stockings and shoes.
Lydia chuckled, then said, "Margery is feeling much better. She's at our house every Sunday. You must come round and see her!" "Why shouldn't I come to see you, Lydia?" asked Kent, with a new note in his voice. "Why, of course, you'd see me, but Margery's always been the main attraction with you." "Has she? Seems to me I recall a time when I couldn't endure the sight of her.
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