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"There there, don't cry, my pretty Mav." And she, melting beneath the gentleness and tenderness of his caresses, wept in pity of herself. "Yes, I'm tired dead-tired." And the tears flowed unchecked, blotting out emotion, reason, instinct, swamping her in floods of self-pity. "Let me sleep and let me forget. Oh, let me forget what I've gone through these last two days." "Anyways, it's over now."
"Brayvo! Brayvo! By Jupiter wouldn't 'a' credited it without the evidence of my own eyes." The gorgeous curtains had just descended upon a narrow parlor, which a Japanese necromancer had literally filled to overflowing with colored cardboard boxes produced from the interior of one single top hat. "See! Watch 'em, Mav."
Norton if she could spare us a ticket." "No, send the girl as a paying guest. I don't grudge any reasonable expense. Or again there's Mrs. Creech's daughter-in-law, over at S'thaampton Water." "Oh, there's half a dozen people I could think of " "All right," he said; "but I want it done now, straight away. And look here, Mav. Take this thing off my shoulders, and don't let me be bothered.
Then he said he had been actuated by the best intentions; and he further added that all his experience of the world led him to believe that one got on a great deal better by one's self than if chocked up with uncles and cousins and aunts. "So I should hope, Mav, that you'd never now feel the wish to mend what I took the decision of breaking.
"She'll belie her name, though, if she doesn't pipe up some day, won't she?" When Dale secured his appointment at Portsmouth, he and Mavis were not engaged. She said, "Auntie simply won't hear of it." "Not now," he said. "But later, when I've made my way, she'll come round. Mav, will you wait for me? "Oh, I don't know," said Mavis. "I can't give any promise. I must do whatever Auntie tells me.
I shouldn't have decided it, if I didn't know it was right. I've a long and difficult day before me. You just hop into the gig, and Tom'll drive you round to see Mrs. Norton or anybody else. Only let me hear by dinner-time that the arrangement is made." "You shall," said Mavis cheerfully. "Thank you, Mav. You're always a trump. You never fail one."
Do you mean to say she has been with us five years?" "Yes. Every bit of five years." "Then how old is Rachel?" "Eleven." "And Billy?" "Five and more." "My goodness, Mav," and Dale sighed, "how time goes." Then he rose from his chair, stretched himself, and sighed again. "How time is going!" Another charwoman had now been engaged; and Mrs.
I mean, his bodily frame. The int'lect's more powerful, I should make the guess, than ever it was.... And mind you, here's another thing, Mav;" and he spoke even more solemnly. "All this is going to be a lesson to me. I've worn my considering cap most of the time I've been away from you and, Mav, I'm going to lay to heart the fruits of my experience. All's well that ends well, old lady.
Mavis was always improving him, especially in regard to diction. He was pleased to think that he made very few slips nowadays an "h" elided here and there; the vowels still rather broad, more particularly the Hampshire "a"; and one or two unchanged words, such as "boosum." But these microscopic faults were of no consequence, and Mav had stopped teasing him about them.
"No," he said, "I don't want that, my dear;" and he smiled at her very kindly. "Besides, if we're going to have a storm, an umbrella is just the article to bring the lightning down on my head." Norah pulled away the umbrella hastily, as though she would now have fought to the death rather than let him have it. "Don't wait supper, Mav. I may be latish."
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