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Updated: May 17, 2025
And what eye hath e'er seen such a sweet Maiden Queen, As Marian, the pride of the forester's green? A sweet garden-flower, she blooms in the bower, Where alone to this hour the wild rose has been: We hail her in duty the queen of all beauty: We will live, we will die, by our sweet Maiden queen.
"Oh, Morris," Katy cried, "baby can almost walk, Marian has taken so much pains, and she can say 'papa. Isn't she a beauty?" Baby had turned her head by this time, her ear caught by the whistle and her eye arrested by something in Morris which fascinated her gaze.
She listened breathlessly and then in the pauses of the storm she heard a child crying, "Marian, Marian! Oh! where are you, Marian?" It was Miriam's voice! It was Miriam wandering in night and storm in search of her beloved nurse. Marian dropped Thurston's arm and plunged blindly forward through the snow, in the direction of the voice, crying, "Here I am, my darling, my treasure here I am.
Marian paid not the slightest attention to any of them; she went quietly and slowly back to her house. Thus it came about that five weeks later a daughter of Daniel Nothafft saw the light of the world under Marian’s roof. As soon as the child was born, Marian took a great liking to it, despite the fact that she had thought of it before its birth only with aversion.
I could support you and leave you free to give your parents whatever you can earn by your own work. But He paused significantly. It was his wish that Marian should supply the consequence, but she did not speak. 'Very well, he exclaimed. 'Then when are we to be married? The tone of resignation was too marked. Jasper was not good as a comedian; he lacked subtlety.
Holbrook." Yes, it was Marian. She whom Gilbert Fenton had sought so long and patiently, with doubt and anguish in his heart; she whose double John Saltram had followed across the Atlantic, had been within easy reach of them all the time, hidden away in that dreary old farm-house, the innocent victim of Percival Nowell's treachery, and Stephen Whitelaw's greed of gain.
Miss Jack said nothing further; but she longed in her heart that she might be at Marian's elbow unseen during the visit. He found them all at breakfast, and the first to welcome him at the hall door was Marian. "Oh, Mr. Cumming, we are so glad to see you;" and she looked into his eyes with a way she had, that was enough to make a man's heart wild. But she not call him Maurice now.
Without, the storm drove so fast as to create a snow-mist in the kitchen; but as yet it was too dark out-of-doors to see anything. Tess knew that it was impossible to go on with the swedes; and by the time she had finished breakfast beside the solitary little lamp, Marian arrived to tell her that they were to join the rest of the women at reed-drawing in the barn till the weather changed.
Pledges and a collection were taken for the Maine campaign and it was voted to give $2,000, a bequest from Miss Marian Shannon, to the National Association, to help it. At the winter business meeting held in Fitchburg February 26 Mrs. Pitman reported that more than $30,000 had been raised by the association for war work. The State annual meeting in Boston on May 24, 25 was crowded and exciting.
"Neither," said Marian, nervously, "but I think I must take Jenny's advice and go to bed." From that miserable night, Marian saw no more of Thurston, except occasionally at church, when he came at irregular intervals, and maintained the same coolness and distance of manner toward her, and with matchless self-command, too, since often his heart yearned toward her with almost irresistible force.
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