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Though, of course, if I could help her escape, consistently with saving the house for your sake I should do so. I am sure you believe that?" Delia made no audible reply, but he took her silence for consent. "And now" he resumed "I ought to be informed without delay, whether your messenger finds Miss Marvell and how she receives your letter." "I will let you know at once."
"Now that we've got women like you with us it can't be long it can't be long!" repeated Miss Toogood, clasping her hands, as she looked first at Delia, and then at the distant figure of Miss Marvell, who in the further drawing-room, and through an archway, could be seen talking with Marion Andrews. Delia's brows puckered. "I'm afraid it will be long," she said, with a kind of weary passion.
Mackintosh, Sir James, an allusion, 16. Macmillan's Magazine, 414. Malden, Mass.: Joseph Emerson's ministry, 8; diary, 17. Man: a fable about, 109, 110; faith in, 122; apostrophe, 140. Manchester, Eng.: visit, 194, 195; banquet, 220. Marlowe, Christopher, expressions, 404. Marvell, Andrew: reading by C.C. Emerson, 21; on the Dutch, 217; verse, 338. Mary, Queen, her martyrs, 418.
Peter Van Degen appeared in the opposite box with Ralph Marvell behind her. The two seemed to be alone in the box as they had doubtless been alone all the evening! and Undine furtively turned to see if Mr. Van Degen shared her disapproval. But Mr. Van Degen had disappeared, and Undine, leaning forward, nervously touched Mabel's arm. "What's the matter. Undine? Don't you see Mr. Marvell over there?
"No, indeed I won't take it from you!" she said passionately. "Miss Marvell knows Miss Marvell told me. He ran away with some one he loved. Her husband was vile! But she couldn't get any help because of the law the abominable law which punishes women and lets men go free. So they went away together, and after a little she died. Alter your law, Mr.
"'A little farther lend thy guiding hand' but I guess I can go the rest of the way alone," he said, insinuating himself through the doorway with an airy gesture of dismissal; then he turned to Mr. Spragg and Undine. "I agree entirely with Mrs. Marvell and I'm happy to have the opportunity of telling her so," he proclaimed, holding his hand out gallantly. Undine stood up with a laugh.
Marvell, the Puritan, laughed that very laughter at leanness, at hunger, cold, and solitude in the face of the world, and in the name of literature, in one memorable satire. I speak of "Flecno, an English Priest in Rome," wherein nothing is spared not the smallness of the lodging, nor the lack of a bed, nor the scantiness of clothing, nor the fast. "This basso-rilievo of a man "
He then proceeded to tell him that the king, being impressed by a high sense of his abilities, was desirous of serving him. Apprehending what services were expected in return, Marvell answered that he who accepted favours from the court was bound to vote in its interests. "Nay," said my lord, "his majesty but desires to know if there is any place at court you would accept."
When at last he entered the little salon she called "stuffy" he found her in conference with a blond-bearded gentleman who wore the red ribbon in his lapel, and who, on Ralph's appearance and at a sign, as it appeared, from Mrs. Marvell swept into his note-case some small objects that had lain on the table, and bowed himself out with a "Madame Monsieur" worthy of the highest traditions.
She has been in prison, and she has made extremely violent speeches, advocating what Miss Marvell calls war, and what plain people call crime. That she should live with you here would not only prejudice your future, and divide you from people who should be your natural friends; it would be an open disrespect to your father's memory." There was silence.
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