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Nobody suggested it, but the entire Miners' Meeting with one accord adjourned to the scene of the crime. Only a portion could be accommodated under Maudie's roof, but the rest crowded in front of her door or went and examined the window.
For at the first sound of crying the proud beauty had turned to her friend and put her arms about her, and held her in a desolate and desolating embrace. "Don't cry, Winny; don't cry, dear. It isn't worth it," had been Maudie's consolation. For, though Winny hadn't said a word to her, she knew.
"Generally. Most men do." Maudie allowed herself to laugh. Mrs. Mortimer saw the joke, too, but its amusement was bitter to her. "I like it," she said gently. "Most of the men I know do it." "Your husband doesn't," observed Miss Sinclair. "Poor George gets down from town so tired." Before he apprehended, she had to give him a significant glance; she gave it in dread of Maudie's eyes.
He found himself actually wishing that she were there a buxom young woman with dyed hair and sidelong glances, a loud voice, and a distinct fancy for flirtations. "She is quite well, I hope?" he said. "Oh, Maudie's all right!" the young lady replied. "Fortunately for her, she's like me she don't lay too much store on the things you gentlemen say when you come in.
"Wild horses couldn't have torn him and me apart." And Winny didn't blame her; even in the pain of the night that followed, when she lay awake in the bed she shared with Maudie Hollis, stifling her sobs lest she should waken Maudie, clutching the edge of the mattress where she had writhed out of Maudie's reach.
That night I slept on the ground on some corn fodder and dreamed of nothing but blue-eyed mamma's and golden-haired Maudie's and white-haired angel grandmothers. "Boots and Saddles" "I am the Colonel's Orderly" Riding Fifty Miles on an Empty Stomach The Chaplain Appears I am Wounded by a Locomotive and a Piece of Coal I Nearly Kill an Old Man.
Maudie herself had the manners of an aristocrat of fiction. She walked through life, curling a contumelious lip, unshaken by the passions, aloof from the struggles, high above the emotions that stir and beset the creatures of the dust. In Maudie's estimation Billy Bluff was a bounder. Certainly he bounded, and like most bounders he conceived of himself quite falsely as a funny fellow.
He shouldered Potts out of his way, and while the talk and movement went on all round Maudie's throne, Mac, ignoring her, set forth grimly how, after an awful row with Potts, he had adventured with Kaviak to Holy Cross.
In a sycamore in the Paddock Close a hedge-sparrow raised its thin sweet song, and the celandine lifted a pale and fragile face under the beeches on the hillside. Hope was everywhere except in Maudie's heart, for February was already on the wane. The back door of the house opened, and Mrs.
"It's officers like him that disgraces the force." Patrolman McDonogh turned to identify this blasphemer and Maudie's head, deprived of its support, made another revolution and then dropped coyly to her left shoulder.
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