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But when their lips parted for breath, division began again at once. Only, passion now was so much the stronger, and he sighed: "Oh! Megan! Why did you come?" She looked up, hurt, amazed. "Sir, you asked me to." "Don't call me 'sir, my pretty sweet." "What should I be callin' you?" "Frank." "I could not. Oh, no!" "But you love me don't you?" "I could not help lovin' you.
He was thinking, tossing and turning. The intense domestic intimacy of these last two days, the strength of this Halliday atmosphere, seemed to ring him round, and make the farm and Megan even Megan seem unreal. Had he really made love to her really promised to take her away to live with him? He must have been bewitched by the spring, the night, the apple blossom!
Megan under the old apple tree waiting and looking! Megan dead, with beauty printed on her! A voice said: "Oh, there you are! Look!" Ashurst rose, took his wife's sketch, and stared at it in silence. "Is the foreground right, Frank?" "Yes." "But there's something wanting, isn't there?" Ashurst nodded. Wanting? The apple tree, the singing, and the gold!
To have been able to reach it even with his hand! The owl hooted, a scent of sweetbriar crept into his nostrils. Then one of the farm dogs barked; her grasp relaxed, she shrank back. "Good-night, Megan!" "Good-night, sir!" She was gone! With a sigh he dropped back to earth, and sitting on that chair, took off his boots.
I guarantee Lloyd George was prouder of her and still is than of his epoch-making Budget or his historic victory over the House of Lords. Just now in Parliamentary session, or indeed out of it, Lloyd George has not very much time for walks in the parks but I am sure Megan gets her share of attention in spite of the European war.
For the rest of the interview she sat on his knee, listening with big, live eyes to the conversation. Once she cuddled closer to her father and laughed merrily as he confessed to me that his next bill before Parliament was one to prohibit the holidays of little girls at school from lasting more than six weeks. Megan was the darling of her father's heart.
When Megan brought his tea, he said: "What's the gipsy bogle, Megan?" She looked up, startled. "He brings bad things." "Surely you don't believe in ghosts?" "I hope I will never see him." "Of course you won't. There aren't such things. What old Jim saw was a pony." "No! There are bogies in the rocks; they are the men who lived long ago."
I want to be with you that's all." "All!" So faint that he hardly heard, she whispered: "I shall die if I can't be with you." Ashurst took a mighty breath. "Come and be with me, then!" "Oh!" Intoxicated by the awe and rapture in that "Oh!" he went on, whispering: "We'll go to London. I'll show you the world. "And I will take care of you, I promise, Megan. I'll never be a brute to you!"
Suppose he could not reach shore again suppose the current set him out or he got cramp, like Halliday! He turned to swim in. The red cliffs looked a long way off. If he were drowned they would find his clothes. The Hallidays would know; but Megan perhaps never they took no newspaper at the farm.
There's people that zee things, tu, an' others that don't never zee nothin'. Now, our Joe yu might putt anything under'is eyes an e'd never zee it; and them other boys, tu, they'm rattlin' fellers. But yu take an' putt our Megan where there's suthin', she'll zee it, an' more tu, or I'm mistaken." "She's sensitive, that's why." "What's that?" "I mean, she feels everything." "Ah!
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