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He twisted his cap around on his other hand roughly and then blurted out the last thing he had meant to say: "Miss Lynn, it ain't wrong to do a thing you don't know ain't wrong, is it?" Marilyn looked at him keenly and laughed. "It generally is, Billy, if you think it might be. Don't ever try to fool your conscience, Billy, it's too smart for that."
The bells ceased ringing and the vibration slowly died away, hill answering to hill, in waves of softly fading sound, while the people went to their suppers with a light of blessing and uplift on their faces. But in the darkened church, Marilyn, with her fingers on the keys and her face down upon her hands was praying, praying that God would shelter Mark and Billy.
Somehow when Mark came quietly about in that helpful way of his it was impossible not to have the old confidence in him, the old assurance that all would soon be right, the old explanation that Mark was always doing something quietly for others and never taking care for himself. Marilyn let her lips relax into a smile and went about less heavy of heart.
She announced his presence to Marilyn as she was filling the salt cellars for breakfast. Marilyn looked up startled, and met her mother's eyes full of comfort and reassurance.
Kennedy, pausing just long enough to observe the promoter's appointment of Kauf to Werner's position, continued on toward the set. Now as I looked about I saw that Jack Gordon was missing, as well as Marilyn Loring. Presumably they had gone to their dressing rooms. All the other actors and actresses were waiting, ill at ease, wondering at the outcome of the tragedy.
The agony went out of the pinched little face, a half smile dawned and she sank into rest. As Marilyn went home in the dawn with the morning star beginning to pale, and the birds at their early worship, something in her own heart was singing too.
And now this! Billy sat up with a jerk and shook himself free from the dead moss and leaves, wending his way sulkily across to where he had left his wheel, and pondering pondering. "Shafton!" There ought to be something there to work on, but there wasn't! Meantime Marilyn rode hard down the way to Economy, not slowing her pony till they reached the outskirts of Economy.
"I suppose we'll have to," sighed the mother, "for I know Lynn would hate it having a stranger among her pretty intimate things !" Marilyn sprang up and burst into the dining-room: "Mother! Did you think I was such a spoiled baby that I couldn't be courteous to a stranger even if she was a detestable little vamp? You're not to bother about it any more. She'll come into my room with me of course.
Miss Severn, come here! See what a joke! I'm kidnapped! Did you ever hear the like? Look at the flowery sentences. It's almost like reading one's own obituary, isn't it?" Marilyn, glancing over his shoulder at the headlines, took in the import of it instantly. "I should think you'd want to telephone your mother at once. How she must have suffered!" she said.
He's sick!" Marilyn smiled: "But I wanted to see Cherry," she said, "Aren't you her mother? Don't you remember me? I'm Marilyn Severn, her old music teacher. Is Cherry in?" A frightened look passed over the woman's face as she scanned the sweet face before her, and then a wily expression darted into her eyes: "Oh," she said with a forced smirk, "Yes, Miss Marilyn.
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