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In an hour we had twenty of them, all black bass. Miss Margie wished she might fish; I told her to put on her thick gloves and she might try. I baited the spoon-hook with a live little fish the pilot had procured, and gave her the line. In a few minutes she was tugging away at a fish. He was unusually gamy, leaping out of the water a dozen times on his way to the boat.
"It is a shame to think he will grow up into what his father was." Margie Fulton wheeled and her blue eyes were dark. "I suppose you think I'm a bad mother. But what do you know about it? How do you know what I've gone through for him; the sacrifices I've made? I've made plenty and they came hard." "I'd like to help you make a man of him." "What? You? How?"
"Will you not call me Paul?" he asked, in a subdued voice, letting his dangerous eyes, full of light and softness, rest on her. An expression of haughty surprise swept her face. She drew back a pace. "I am not accustomed to address gentlemen mere acquaintances by their Christian names, sir." "But in this case, Margie?
That beautiful thing you mentioned that spirit that fire which burned so gloriously it is not dead." "Not in you old pard," replied Blair, unsteadily. "I'm always ashamed before your faith. And, by God, I'll say you're my only anchor." "Blair, let's play the game out to the end," said Lane. "I get you, Dare.... For Margie, for Lorna, for Mel even if they have "
He met Margie with empressement, and bowed his tall head to kiss the white hand she extended to him. She drew it away coldly something about the man made her shrink from him. "I am so happy to meet you again. Margie, and after ten years of separation! I have thought so much and so often of you." "Thank you, Mr. Linmere."
"I should for a fact; because if one of us two must go under, it would be best for mother an' Margie that I was that one." "Why, daddy! you have no right to talk like that!" "It's true, Dick. I've been a sort of ne'er-do-well, otherwise I wouldn't have been called Roving Dick, while you are really the head of the house."
For a moment his head whirled, but glancing at the pale, distressed face before him, he made his decision. "Alexandrine," he said, quietly, "you know just what my course has been. You know my lowly origin you know how life has cheated me of happiness. You know how dear Margie Harrison was to me, and how I lost her. I loved her with my whole soul she will be the one love of my life time.
I will hold my peace; but if ever, in the years to come, the terrible secret should be revealed to you the secret which would then destroy your happiness for all time remember that I would have saved you, and you refused to listen." She drew her shawl around her shoulders, and rose to go. Margie caught her arm. "What is it? You shall tell me! Suspense is worse than certainty."
"He is found! My master is found!" said Pietro, solemnly, removing his cap, and wiping a tear from his eye. For the man was attached to Mr. Paul Linmere, in his rough way, and the tear was one of genuine sorrow. His companions looked at each other. Alexandrine grasped the arm of Margie, and leaned heavily upon her. "Let us go to the house " she faltered, "I cannot bear it."
He went in and sat down on the straw beside Mat; and almost before he knew it he was telling her about Margie Harrison. He always brought all his joys and sorrows to Mat now, just as he used to carry them to his mother. The girl listened intently, the spots on her face growing deeper and wider. She looked at the bluebells wistfully, but would not touch them. Arch offered her a spray.
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