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The feeling of identity was almost complete. To an outside observer, it appeared that Martin had become a cataleptic schizophrenic, completely cut off from reality. The "Bart" part of him did not want to be disturbed by the sensory impressions that "Mart's" body provided. Like the schizophrenic, Martin was living in a little world that was cut off from the actual physical world around his body.
Why, Miss Wallen, I'm appalled when I see how thoughtless I have been. You simply cannot afford the time to work for me at the price you fixed." "It pays better than mending Mart's clothes, etc., at home," said she, whimsically; "very much better than anything I can get to do up town." "Good heavens! cannot your mother mend Mart's clothes? Can't he mend them himself?
"There are two uncles and one aunt, according to the story. William Clayton, who is a brother of Mart's father, is blind, and in some home or hospital I don't know where, and I guess the children don't either," he added. Lucile and Mart shook their heads. "Simon Weatherby and his wife, Sallie, are brother and sister-in-law of Mrs. Clayton's," went on the impersonator.
Williams met her at the step. "It's all right, sis. Mart's still here and waiting for you." Instantly, at sight of his ugly, familiar, friendly face, she became alert, clear-brained. "How is he?" "Pretty bad." "What's it all about? How did it happen?" "I'll clear that up as we go," he replied, and led the way to a carriage. Once inside, she turned her keen gaze upon him. "Now go ahead straight."
He walked resolutely by two or three places where he had reason to think he might be welcomed, wondering vaguely whether there wasn't something else a fellow could do to keep himself from freezing. Oddly enough there seemed to be something about the glimmer of sunshine as he saw it in Mart's hair that kept him from halting before any of the places open to him.
"Except that I did n't exactly I think you said I exactly'? I did n't bargain for old Mart as my but he's a sound man; Mart's my junior; he's rich. He's eco ... he's eco... you know my Lord! where's my brains? but he's upright 'nomical!" "An economical man," said Fellingham, with sedate impatience. "My dear sir, I'm heartily obliged to you for your assistance," returned Van Diemen. "Here she is."
Also she bore with patience Mart's scornful laugh, and emphatic statement that no chances ever came to her, and nobody ever wanted her to go anywhere. As she talked she grew interested and eloquent; urged earnestly that Mart should embrace the first opportunity to go somewhere, and wear her new cape and bonnet. At the same time she was silent about the lecture. Suppose no chance should come?
While noting the number of Mart's pass the official leaned over and spoke in a low voice, but Haney heard what he said as through a mist. He was no longer moved by the sound of the bugle. A labor war was temporary, like a storm in the pines.
And now, by force of Mart's humble suing, her half-forgotten scruples were revived. Her uneasiness began again. A decision was finally and definitely thrust upon her. Instantly she was beset by all her doubts and desires, and the sky darkened with clouds of trouble. To make Mart happy was still her wish, but the way was not so easy of choice, nor so simple to follow as it had once seemed.
It was Mart's hour for a drive, and you were interfering with one of her duties. I think she treated you very well." "Anyhow, she's coming, and so is Helen. It tickled Helen nearly into fits, of course, and she's coming just to see me 'put to it to manage these wet valley bronchos." "The girl may look like a bronk, but she's got good blood in her.
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