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She would go back as a private, take her place in the ranks, and nothing in her married life should interfere with the things that cried out to be done in Bentinck street. Somehow she had less hope of securing Lindsay as a spiritual companion in arms since she had confided the affair to Colonel Markin.
More beautiful if possible had been the life of Mrs. Markin, who was his second wife, and who had been "promoted to glory" six months before. She had gained promotion through jungle fever, which had carried her off in three days. The first Mrs. Markin had died of drink that was what had sent the Colonel into the Army, she, the first Mrs. Markin, having willed her property away from him.
The five had reached this degree of intimacy by the time the Coromandel was nearing Port Said, and every day the hemispheres of sea and sky they watched through the port-hole above the Norwegian girl's berth grew bluer. From the first Colonel Markin had urged Miss Filbert's immediate return to the Army.
Harriwell, who, with Mrs. Markin, was enjoying the afternoon on the porch within hearing distance, "what would have happened if Dorothy had not been mistaken for Molly. It was a lucky mistake." But Dorothy insisted she had done nothing extraordinary. Yet she could not help but wonder what would happen next.
"I am going out there," she said, pointing to the farthermost stern where passengers were not encouraged to sit, "and I want to consult you." Markin got up. "If there's anything pressin' on your mind," he said, "you can't do better." Laura said nothing until they were alone with the rushing of the screw, two Lascars, some coils of rope, and the hand-steering gear. Then she opened the packet.
And now I was just markin' time, waitin' for what might turn up, and feelin' equal to pullin' off any sort of a deal, from matchin' Piddie for the lunches to orderin' a new stock issue. What if the asphalt over on Fifth-ave. was softenin' up, with the mercury hittin' the nineties, and half the force off on vacations? I had a real job to attend to. I was doin' things!
"Oh, what has happened now?" asked Mrs. Markin, seeing the boys supporting Molly. "Nothing but good news this time," replied Dorothy. "We have found Tavia, we have found a sick girl, and we have brought them all back to have a good time at Camp Capital." This was good news indeed Dorothy always knew how to cheer. "Welcome!" announced the lady, planting a kiss on Dorothy's now flushed cheek.
Glory be to God. "Laura Markin." She raised her eyes to his with the gravest, saddest irony. "Then you you also are delivered," she said. But he said, "What?" without special heed; and I doubt whether he ever took the trouble to understand. "One hopes he isn't a brute," Lindsay went on with most impersonal solicitude, "and can support her.
I counted upon the schoolb'ys to buy them up in a twinklin', by reason of me markin' them down to two for a cent. An' so they would, but they're so taken up with sportin' in the snow that they can think of nothin' else. An' now that it's turned so raw, sure I'm afraid it's cold comfort any one but a lad would think it, settin' his teeth on edge tryin' to eat them.
It was not till later that Laura came to know them all so very well, but her eye rested on them one after another with approval as she drew near. Without pausing in his chant it happened to be one of triumph without even looking at her, the leader indicated an empty chair. It was his own chair. "Colonel Markin, S. A.," was printed in black letters on its striped canvas back; Laura noticed that.
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