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You may be right, and there may be need of prompt, wise action. If so, a man will need the full control of all his wits. I will not, however, give up my hope my almost belief that he is at Dr. Marvin's. I shall satisfy myself at once. Try not to show your fears to father and mother, that's a brave girl." He was speaking hurriedly now as they were descending the stairs.
"There is nothing," she said, turning to her book again, "for a man to do in Farlingford." "And for a woman ?" inquired Barebone, without looking at her. "There is always something everywhere." And Septimus Marvin's reflective "Yes yes," as he paused in his walk and looked seaward, came in appropriately as a grave confirmation of Miriam's jesting statement.
In a second Faith Marvin's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, no!" she cried hastily. "I bear no resentment! I know it is always the weak who must suffer! I came here because I was desperately in need of work. My mother's health is failing and we are penniless."
To-night he ran the boat into the coarse and wiry grass where Septimus Marvin's own dinghy lay, half hidden by the reeds, and he stumbled ashore clutching at the dewy grass as he climbed the side of the dyke. He went toward the turf-shelter half despondently, and then stopped short a few yards away from it. For Miriam was there. He thought she was alone, and paused to make sure before he spoke.
"There is nothing," she said, turning to her book again, "for a man to do in Farlingford." "And for a woman ?" inquired Barebone, without looking at her. "There is always something everywhere." And Septimus Marvin's reflective "Yes yes," as he paused in his walk and looked seaward, came in appropriately as a grave confirmation of Miriam's jesting statement.
"Tom," she introduced, when they had exchanged a few words, "this is Mr. Vane." Turning to Vane she added: "Mr. Drayton." Vane liked the man's face and manner. He shook hands with him, and then looked back at Kitty. "What are you doing now; and how are little Elsie and her mother?" Kitty's face clouded. "Mrs. Marvin's dead. Elsie's with some friends at Spokane, and I think she's well looked after.
Marvin's suggestion was following some of the family fortunes among the homes in the trees, came in and said that he had found nests well hidden by a covering all too cold, with the resolute mother bird protecting her eggs, although chilled, wet, and shivering herself. By 1 P.M. the clouds grew thin, rolled away, and disappeared.
Marvin's suggestion, had fastened in the trees, been occupied by wrens and bluebirds, but larger homes had been taken for the summer by migrants from the city. Among these was a Mr. Hargrove, a wealthy gentleman, who had rented a pretty villa on the banks of the Hudson, a mile or two away. Burt, with all his proposed lifelong constancy, had speedily discovered that Mr.
At one end of the path, which was worn smooth by the Reverend Septimus Marvin's pensive foot, the gleam of a white dress betrayed the presence of his niece, Miriam Liston. "Ah, is that you?" asked the rector, holding out a limp hand. "Yes. I remember Sep was allowed to sit up till half-past eight in the hope that you might come round to see us. Well, Loo, and how are you? Yes yes."
"Oh yes!" said John Turner, returning to the cold tongue. "Yes; a charming fellow." And he glanced again at his friend, with a queer smile. When luncheon was finished, Turner led the way to a small smoking-room, where they would be alone, and sent a messenger to fetch Septimus Marvin's bag from downstairs. "We will have a look at your precious engraving," he said, "while we smoke a cigar.
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