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Said they had no record of a Belgian named Maurie and had never heard of him before. I couldn't figure the thing out, and they couldn't; so finally they let me come back to the ship." "Strange," mused Uncle John; "very strange!" "I was so stupid," continued Carg, "that I never thought of Elbl being at the bottom of the affair until I got back and found our launch missing.
She could hear his sobs stifled in the pillow. She was going to bed. When the sound reached her ears, she stopped, listening. It was crying! She opened her door gently. Certainly it was the sound of crying! Then, half-undressed, not thinking to cover her shoulders, she crept across the passage to his door, opened it and peered inside. "Maurie," she whispered. The crying stopped.
The love of Traill was in no wise lessened in her heart; but now, lifting beside it, had come this love of a child, and with the knowledge that Maurie could never be hers, the insensate desire to bear children of her own rose exultantly within her. If she were to marry, this would be her portion.
While they still kept their seats, Maurie started with a sudden jerk, made a sharp turn and ran the ambulance across a ridge of solid earth that seemed to be the only one of such character amongst all that waste of sand. It brought them somewhat closer to the line but their driver drew up behind a great dune that afforded them considerable protection.
"Your arm!" exclaimed Beth, regarding him wonderingly as he stood before her. Maurie smiled. "It is hardly worth mentioning, mamselle, but a bullet " "Take off your coat," she commanded, rising from her seat to assist him. Maurie complied. His shirt was stained with blood. Beth drew out her scissors and cut away the sleeve of his left arm.
Gys stared so hard at him with the one good eye that even Maurie became embarrassed and turned away his head. Sipping his tea and brandy he presently resumed, in a casual tone: "Never have I indulged in work of more interest than this. We go into the thick of the fight, yet are we safe from harm. We do good to both sides, because the men who do the fighting are not to blame for the war, at all.
"There are many kinds of women," she began. "Thank heaven!" exclaimed Maurie, and then she realized how futile it was to argue with him. A little later she walked on deck with Uncle John and pleaded her cause earnestly.
"It was a conspiracy," growled the captain. "That rascal, Maurie " "Oh, was Maurie in it?" "Of course. He was the decoy; perhaps he arranged the whole thing." "Didn't the general want you, then?" Carg was so enraged that he fairly snorted. "Want me? Of course he didn't want me! That treacherous little Belgian led me into the waiting room and said the general would see me in a minute.
Continuous cannonading could be heard from the direction of Nieuport, Dixmude and Ypres, and it was evident that the battle had doubled in intensity at all points, owing to heavy reinforcements being added to both sides. But, as Maurie had predicted, the Allies were able to hold the foe at bay and keep them from advancing a step farther.
Denton and her mother whose advent had accomplished much toward promoting the young Belgian's convalescence when little Maurie suddenly reappeared on the deck of the Arabella. "Oh," said Patsy, finding him there when she came up from breakfast, "where is Clarette?" He shook his head sadly. "We do not live together, just now," said he.
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