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Updated: May 23, 2025
God send the relenting may always come before the worst irrevocable deed! This action had quieted her, and she sat down to read Maynard's letter again. She read it two or three times without seeming to take in the sense; her apprehension was dulled by the passion of the last hour, and she found it difficult to call up the ideas suggested by the words.
Edith Hastings was a strange child, with a strange habit of expressing her thoughts aloud, and as she heard the beauties of Collingwood described in Kitty Maynard's most glowing terms, she suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, JOLLY don't I wish I could live there, only I'd be afraid of that boy who haunts the upper rooms." "Edith!" said Mrs. Atherton, sternly, "why are you waiting here?
Libby any more; and that you won't even see him alone, after this." "Why, but Grace!" cried Mrs. Maynard, as much in amazement as in annoyance. "You don't seem to understand! Have n't I told you he was a friend of the family? He's quite as much Mr. Maynard's friend as he is mine. I'm sure," she added, "if I asked Mr. Libby, I should never think of getting divorced.
Somehow he felt very sure that one or the other of the captains would single him out; they couldn't afford to pass him by. But in that one respect only was Judge Maynard's barn-raising to be like those that had passed down into history a score of years back.
"Have you sent for her husband?" he inquired, returning to himself. "Yes; Mr. Libby telegraphed the evening we saw you." "That's good," said Dr. Mulbridge, with comfortable approval; and he rose to go away. Grace impulsively detained him. "I won't ask you whether you consider Mrs. Maynard's case a serious one, if you object to my doing so."
And I don't believe I'd better go to Grandma Maynard's. Perhaps she doesn't know I'm not really her granddaughter, and then she wouldn't want me, after all. For I'd have to tell her. So I just believe I'll earn my own living and be self-supporting." This plan appealed to Marjorie's imagination. It seemed grand and noble and heroic.
I told him that I couldn't take the money, that 'bus-fares were paid at the office, and drove ahead. Then he handed me a cigar, and pretty soon he asked me if there were many people, and who had the cottages; and when I told him, he asked which was Colonel Maynard's, but he didn't say he knew him, and the next thing I knew was when we got here to the hotel he wasn't in the 'bus.
Kitty, too, made worsted balls for the Simpson babies, and little lace stockings, worked around with worsted, which were to be filled with candies. With Mrs. Maynard's help, they dressed a doll for each Simpson girl, and King sawed out a picture puzzle for each Simpson boy. Then, a few days before Christmas they all went to work and made candies. They loved to do this, and Mrs.
He was almost sorry when he reached Maynard's boat-house, where he kept a couple of light and serviceable craft; but the dimpled bosom of the Thames, sparkling in the sunlight, woke a fresh enthusiasm in his heart, and made him long to transfer the picture to canvas. "Even a Turner could not do it half justice," he reflected.
Colonel Stuart had been several times wounded but 'tis hard killing a Highlander. It was Lieutenant Maynard's duty to offer public proof that he had slain none other than the infamous Blackbeard, wherefore he made no protest when his armorer hacked off the head of the dead pirate. There was no feeling of chivalry due a fallen foe, valiant though his end had been.
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