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March Marston's infancy was spent in yelling and kicking, with the exception of those preternaturally calm periods when he was employed in eating and sleeping. As he grew older the kicking and yelling decreased, the eating increased, and the sleeping continued pretty much the same. Then came a period when he began to learn his A, B, C. Mrs Marston had been well educated for her station in life.
Two hours later Mrs. Markson, with all her relatives and personal effects, left the house, and six months afterward Mrs. Markson entrapped some other rich man into marrying her. She never tried to break Marston's will.
We marry our husbands and we fancy that all the tragedy of human passion is over so far as we are concerned. 'The haven entered and the tempest passed. Philip Marston's terrible poem, you have read it, 'A Christmas Vigil'? 'The haven entered, the whirlwind of passion has been left far away, we fancy. Oh, we are fools! It sweeps down upon us and then doom doom!"
Mr Marston!" cried Dick, rushing up stairs and into the visitor's bed-room; "here are all the drain-men hundreds of them Mr Marston's men." "Not hundreds, young fellow," said Marston smiling, "only one, if they are all here. What do they want? Have they caught anyone?" "No, sir. They want to see you. I told them you were too bad; but they say they will see you."
The occasional deficiency of local colour and loss of effect in the grouping of the characters is more than compensated for by the racy piquancy of Dick Marston's vernacular, and the aspect, unrivalled in Australian literature, which his account affords of bushranging life from the bushranger's own point of view.
The corpse was enclosed in lead, and that again in cedar, and a great oak shell, covered with crimson cloth and goldheaded nails, and with a gilt plate, recording the age, title, &c. &c., of the deceased, was screwed down firmly over all. Nearly a fortnight elapsed before any reply to Marston's letters was received.
"If she prefer them in her own, you will see they are properly sent up." "Very well, ma'am! Then I wait Miss Marston's orders," said Mrs. Perkin, and turned to leave the room. But, when her mistress spoke again, she turned again and stood. It was Mary, however, whom Hesper addressed.
Much sympathy was, of course, exercised in my behalf, and as no one made claim to my corpse, it was ordered that I should be interred in a public vault. Here, after due interval, I was deposited. The sexton departed, and I was left alone. A line of Marston's "Malcontent" Death's a good fellow and keeps open house struck me at that moment as a palpable lie.
And she, who had hitherto spoilt all the food she touched, now cooked almost with genius. She found an apron of Martha's and washed it; she read Mrs. Marston's receipts till her head ached; she walked over God's Little Mountain each day to buy dainties. When she asked Edward for money, he gave her the keys of his desk. Four times a day appetizing meals went up to Mrs.
He had understood only too clearly, and this second proof of the harm a petty sin could radiate struck through him the same fiery repulsion which had stung him to revolt when he quitted Marston's rooms. He flung up the window and faced the sunset.
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