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I do not think that any man could say to her that which he told me that he would do." "Mrs. O'Hara," said the young lord, with some return of courage now that the girl had left them, "that which I told Mr. Marty this morning, I will now tell to you. For your daughter I will do anything that you and she and he may wish, but one thing. I cannot make her Countess of Scroope."
A smiling, cushiony woman met Janice at the door, while Marty went whistling barnward, having the chores to do. Aunt 'Mira nowadays usually had a smile for everybody, but for Janice always. "Your uncle's home, Janice," she said, "and he brought the mail." "Oh!" cried the girl, with a quick intake of breath. "A letter from daddy?" "Wal I dunno," said the fleshy woman. "I reckon it must be.
Melbury did not know enough to give the gist of the incident, which was that Marty South's letter had been concerning a certain personal adornment common to herself and Mrs. Charmond. Her bullet reached its billet at last. The scene between Fitzpiers and Felice had been sharp, as only a scene can be which arises out of the mortification of one woman by another in the presence of a lover.
"I think it would be hard to put the fear of God into that young man," she said aloud. "I do wish Mr. Farron would try." "Try," thought Adelaide, "and fail?" Could she stand that? Was her whole relation to Vincent about to be put to the test? What weapons had he against Marty Burke? And if he had none, how stripped he would appear in her eyes! "Won't you ask him, Mrs. Farron?" Adelaide recoiled.
Charmond, however, with the almost supersensory means to knowledge which women have on such occasions, quite understood what Marty had intended to convey, and the picture thus exhibited to her of lives drifting away, involving the wreck of poor Marty's hopes, prompted her to more generous resolves than all Melbury's remonstrances had been able to stimulate.
The whole Methodist Church, with the other churches, is doing a piece of unselfish national service that costs up into the hundreds of millions, and where's any other big money that's better spent?" When Marty stopped he looked up into Joe's good-natured face, and blushed, with an embarrassed self-consciousness. "You think you've been stringing me, don't you?"
For Marty did not answer, and turned his face away. J.W. was sure that in his blundering bluntness he had offended and probably angered his closest friend. The distress of that thought served at least to drive away all the self-consciousness which thus far had plagued him. "Say, Marty," he pleaded, putting his hand on the other's arm, "forget it, if I've hurt your feelings.
"I dunno's there's water enough to more'n give 'em a lick and a promise. Marty? Oh, you Marty! Come, go for a pail of water, will ye? That's a good boy." "Now, ye know well enough," snarled Jason's voice just outside the door, "that that boy ain't in earshot now." "Oh, I can get a pail of water from the pump, Aunty," said Janice, briskly starting for the porch.
I suppose you did not mean Marty's battle with his schoolmate. But that was in my mind." "What's Marty fighting about now?" asked the civil engineer, with a puzzled smile. "And are you interested in such sparring encounters?" "I was in this one," confessed Janice. Then she told him of the occurrence and its cause, of course. "Well, I declare!" said Frank Bowman, happily.
D'you like my frock? Come up. You can't see it from there." And he came up and looked at her as she turned this way and that. How slim she was, and alluring! The fire in him flamed up, and his eyes flickered. "Awful nice!" he said. "You really like it?" "Yes, really. You look beyond criticism in anything, always." Joan stretched out her hand. "Thank you, Marty," she said.
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