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"Well, that will help Maryon in his profession," said Nan, "with a quiet composure that was rather astonishing. But, as usual, in a social crisis of this nature, she seemed able to control her voice, though her restless fingers betrayed her. "Yes, presumably that's why he's marrying her," replied Ralph. "It can't be a case of love at first sight" grimly. "Isn't she pretty, then?" asked Penelope.
Awnings had been made of one thing and another, in all the boats, and the passengers found it cooler to be under them in the shade, when there was room enough, than to be in the thick woods. So, the passengers were all afloat, and mostly sleeping. I kept my post behind Miss Maryon, and she was on Captain Carton's right in the boat, and Mrs. Fisher sat on her right again. The Captain had Mrs.
He had already surmised that Maryon Rooke was the sender of the telegram, and he could see how unmistakably his sudden reappearance had shaken her. He felt baffled. Did the man still hold her? Was all the striving of the last few months to prove useless?
But until that day comes, Maryon isn't going to tie himself up with a woman whose income ceases when she marries. Besides" drily "an unattached bachelor is considerably more in demand as a painter of society women's portraits than a Benedict." "So Nan is to be sacrificed?" threw out Kitty. "It seems like it.
Nan was rather silent as the Fentons' big car purred its way through the crowded streets towards Westminster. For the moment the possible consequences of her flight from Trenby Hall had been thrust aside into a corner of her mind and her thoughts had slipped back to that last meeting with Maryon, when she had shown him so unmistakably that she, at least, had ceased to care.
"Dear Davis," says Miss Maryon, while the tears fell fast down her face, "your grateful friends, in most unwillingly taking leave of you, ask the favour that, while you bear away with you their affectionate remembrance, which nothing can ever impair, you will also take this purse of money far more valuable to you, we all know, for the deep attachment and thankfulness with which it is offered, than for its own contents, though we hope those may prove useful to you, too, in after life."
Then, in a voice entirely devoid of expression, he said quietly: "Mrs. Seymour left her fan behind I came back to fetch it." With a slight bow he picked up the forgotten fan and turned to go. "Good-bye once more." The door closed behind him, and Nan stood very still, her arms hanging down at her sides. But Maryon could read the stricken expression in her eyes the desperate appeal of them.
“The people at The Mere—the young doctor, a friend of Squire Maryon’s, who was brought over from York, and the rest; he fell heavily from his chair, and his head struck against the fender.” “Playing at cards with Mr. Maryon, I think you said.” “Yes, sir; he was too fond of cards, I believe, was Mr. Geoffrey.” “Is Mr. Maryon seen much in the county—is he hospitable?”
Maryon turned to me hastily and bade me good-by. In a by no means comfortable frame of mind I returned to The Shallows. The sudden advent of this miscellaneous colonel was naturally somewhat irritating to me. Not only did I regard the man as an intolerable bore, but I could not help fancying that he was something more than an old friend of Mr. Maryon’s; in fact, I was led to judge, by Mr.
We gave him a Hurrah! it burst from us, come of it what might and he got his two men, and was let out at the gate, and crept away. I had no sooner come back to my place from being one of the party to handle the gate, than Miss Maryon said in a low voice behind me: "Davis, will you look at this powder? This is not right." I turned my head. Christian George King again, and treachery again!
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