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There she could not sleep; she lay awake and wrestled with herself. It was after midnight when she sat up in bed and said solemnly, "I will do it." Next day Bertha wrote a confidential letter to Aunt Meg. She thanked her for her invitation and then told her all about Grace.
This little bit of byplay excited Annie's curiosity, but Meg was too tired for gossip and went to bed, feeling as if she had been to a masquerade and hadn't enjoyed herself as much as she expected. She was sick all the next day, and on Saturday went home, quite used up with her fortnight's fun and feeling that she had 'sat in the lap of luxury' long enough.
He wished to have gone outside, lest his presence should incommode our poor Meg; but it had begun to rain, and we could not consent. Nor was Meg like a Frenchwoman, to want to break out in fits the moment the strain was over. He brought us out some galettes, as they call them, and each of us sisters had a draught of wine, which did us a great deal of good.
"Thanks, dear," she said, as she lit the cigarette from the match which he held out to her the "dear" was for Meg's benefit; for as their eyes met hers were full of genuine fun and mischief. "I must tease her," she said, in a low whisper; Meg had gone to the end of the room. "I love shocking those dark eyes I enjoy making her hate me. It's only fun." Meg's heart was beating.
And then after a week" she sighed heavily "I must go back again." "Did you really walk all those miles just to see us?" Pip said, and again there was the strange note in his voice. "I got a lift or two on the way," she said, "but I walked nearly all of it, I've been coming for nearly a week:" "How COULD you do it? Where did you sleep, Judy? What did you eat?" Meg exclaimed, in deep distress.
Thae smuggler deevils, when ony o' them's killed in a fray, they'll send for a wife like Meg far eneugh to dress the corpse; odd, it's a' the burial they ever think o'! and then to be put into the ground without ony decency, just like dogs.
"So they did, the false ruffians: but what harum 'll that do? they daren't touch a hair of his head!" Politics, however, are not a favourable introduction to love-making: so Martin felt, and again gave up the subject, in the hopes that he might find something better. "What a fool the man is!" thought Meg to herself, at the door "if I had a lover went on like that, wouldn't I pull his ears!"
That's what he told me last night," Meg said dreamily, almost unconsciously. She could hear again the sad voice of the Pharaoh, saying, "I was laid in my mother's tomb in this valley." Freddy looked quickly up at her; he had left her to descend to the workmen's level. "So Mike has told you about him, then? I thought he would!" Margaret blushed to the roots of her hair.
But Meg was quite as well acquainted with her master's mental state as many others of her sex with the mental condition of the nice young gentlemen towards whom their hearts are in a state of fluttering expectation. Arthur cantered for five miles beyond the Chase, till he was at the foot of a hill where there were no hedges or trees to hem in the road.
And Jo laughed, as if on second thoughts the thing struck her as a good joke. "If you tell Laurie, I'll never forgive you! She mustn't, must she, Mother?" said Meg, looking distressed. "No, never repeat that foolish gossip, and forget it as soon as you can," said Mrs. March gravely.
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