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I think myself that it was James's letter. The boat had been late that morning, owing to the weather, and I had not received the letter till after lunch. I listened to the howl of the wind, and longed to be out in it. My mother looked at me over her book. "You are restless, Margie," she said. "There is a volume of Marcus Aurelius on the table beside you, if you care to read."
"They are not going on a journey just now. They will visit London for a few days, and then return here and remain at home for the present. Will seems almost like a boy in his happiness, while Margie is sweeter and prettier than ever. Of course we are all delighted, for we have always been so pleased at the prospect of the match, though I was afraid for a little while that something might happen.
Margie trembled convulsively, her color came and went, and she clasped and unclasped her hands with nervous agitation. "Am I not speaking the truth?" "Yes, yes go on. I am listening." "Was there, in all the world, at that time, more than one person whose kiss had the power to thrill you as that kiss thrilled you? Answer me, Margie Harrison!" "I will not!
Linmere to me." A flush of anger mounted to his cheek; he set his teeth, but outwardly he was calm and subdued. Anger, just at present, was impolitic. "I hope to win your love, Margie; I trust I shall," he answered, sadly enough to have aroused almost any woman's pity; but some subtle instinct told Margie he was false to the core.
If, as you say, Ray Palmer is so deeply smitten with Ruth he must have gotten over his penchant for the other girl. I will think over your proposition, and tell you my conclusion later." An expression of triumph swept over Louis Hamblin's face, but quickly assuming a grateful look, he remarked: "Thank you, Aunt Margie if you'll bring that about I'll be your loyal slave for life." Mrs.
"If we could reach to the particles, perhaps we might move the mountains." "We never agree upon this, Margie. We won't begin again. To my mind, the grand plan of things was settled ages ago, the impulses generated that must needs work on. Foreknowledge and intention, doubtless; in that sense the hairs were numbered.
God himself will help me, if I ask him. He knows how much I stand in need of it." "I am glad you are so likely to be supported," returned the girl, half-earnestly, half-contemptuously. "Are you satisfied in regard to Mr. Archer Trevlyn?" "I will not credit it!" cried Margie, passionately. "He did not do that deed! He could not! So good, and noble, and pitiful of all suffering humanity!
I bore it, and still live; and it is so much harder for me, because I have to bear it all alone. You have your religion to help you, Margie. Surely that will bear you up! I have heard all you pious people prate enough of its service in time of trouble to remember that consolation." "Don't, Alexandria! It is sinful to scorn God's holy religion. Yes, you are right; it will help me.
Here Margie's parents had lived always in the summer; here they had died within a week of each other, and here in the cypress grove by the river, they were buried. There would be no more fitting place for the marriage of their daughter to be solemnized. Margie neither opposed nor approved the plan. She did not oppose anything. She was passive, almost apathetic.
For, next to the diamonds, the sordid man loved Margie Harrison. Linmere's gift to his bride was very simple, but in exquisite taste, Mrs. Weldon decided. A set of turquoise, with his initial and hers interwoven. Only when they were received, did Margie come out of her cold composure.
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