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Marshall-Smith and her maid, both of whom were passionately appealing to him! He looked over their heads, saw the girl already a boat-length from the wharf, and gave a gesture of utter consternation. He ran headlong to the edge of the dock and again called her name loudly, "Sylvia! Sylvia!" There was no mistaking the quality of that cry.
I'm quite sure that the society editor of the Herald knows far better than I the names of the hotels in Jamaica we're to frequent." "Oh! Jamaica! How ... how ... original!" Mrs. Marshall-Smith cast about her rather desperately for a commendatory adjective. "Yes, quite so, isn't it?" agreed Morrison. "It's Molly's idea. She is original, you know. It's one of her greatest charms.
"Very well, my dear," said Mrs. Marshall-Smith, her cherished clarity always unclouded by small resentments, "very well, we will trust in your judgment rather than my own. I don't pretend to understand present-day girls, though I manage to be very fond of one of them. Judith is your sister. You will do, of course, what you think is right.
Marshall-Smith soothingly. The girl faced her aunt outraged. She thought she cried out angrily, "tomorrow!" but she did not break her silence. She was so torn by the storm within her that she had no breath for recriminations.
She could almost see the expression of austere distaste in the stern young beauty of Judith's face. Judith was always making her appear foolish! "We were both of us," commented Mrs. Marshall-Smith dryly, "somewhat mistaken about the degree of seriousness with which Judith would take the information." Sylvia forgot her vexation and sprang loyally to Judith's defense.
When Mrs. Marshall-Smith turned and gravely held out her hand, Sylvia came forward with a sober self-possession. The man turned too, sprang up with an exclamation apparently of surprise, "Miss Marshall, you here!" and extended his hand. Sylvia, searching his face earnestly, found it so worn, saw in it such dark traces of suffering and sorrow, that the quick tears of sympathy stood in her eyes.
Marshall-Smith looked up, said, "Oh, you know, the kind of thing such people are always talking about," and began to skip again, " extensive plans for garden cities public libraries books of the business to be open to employés educational future no philanthropy and so forth and so forth." She glanced hurriedly down the page, caught the beginning of another sentence, and read: "'The news has created an immense sensation all over the country.
Marshall-Smith needed little attention paid to her toilets, Pauline also was apparently enjoying an unusual vacation. A short time after making the conjecture about her stepson's tutor, Aunt Victoria had added the suggestion, level-browed, and serene as always, "Perhaps he and Pauline are seeing the sights together."
The change of Arnold's long sallow face was indeed so noticeable that Mrs. Marshall-Smith glanced sharply at him, and then looked again with great satisfaction. She leaned to Sylvia and laid her charming white hand affectionately over the girl's slim, strong, tanned fingers. "It's just a joy to have you here, my dear. You're brightening us stupid, bored people like fresh west wind!"
The intent of her remarks received from her aunt and Morrison the merest formal recognition of a hasty, dim smile, and with one accord they looked at once in another direction. "And after the wedding?" Mrs. Marshall-Smith inquired "or is that a secret?" "Oh no, when one belongs to Molly's exalted class or is about to be elevated into it, nothing is secret.
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