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Updated: May 27, 2025
"Oh, there you are I've been looking for you everywhere. How are you, Maradick? Look here, Peter, you've got to come down to supper with us. We've got a table Alice, Clare, Millicent, Percival, Tony Gale and his wife and you and I and one other an old friend of yours, Peter."
It signalised a new departure the attack at a fresh quarter. Millicent had tried most methods and she possessed many hitherto in vain. She had attempted to coax him with a filial playfulness of demeanour, to dazzle him by a brilliancy which had that effect upon the majority of men in her train, to win him by respectful affection; but the result had been failure.
When Millicent Moore and Worth Gordon met each other on the first day of the term in the entrance hall of the Kinglake High School, both girls stopped short, startled. Millicent Moore had never seen Worth Gordon before, but Worth Gordon's face she had seen every day of her life, looking at her out of her own mirror!
The increasing chill, the gloom and the desolation of their surroundings affected them all; and nobody had been quite at ease since Gladwyne's arrival. He was too tired to make more than spasmodic attempts to talk, and though Millicent was sorry for him she could not help contrasting him with Lisle.
Forgive me, Patience, if you can. I'll gladly do anything for you." Then the surprise came. Patience, the silent, shy girl, threw her arms about the younger girl, and held her close. "The necklace that I have on was given to me by Aunt Millicent. I've never worn it. It is beautiful, but I like quiet colors. The showy things are prettier for other girls, I think.
Thurston and learned from him how somebody had plotted to destroy his machinery. He did not know it was you, and I very nearly told him." "Don't be a fool, Millicent," Leslie admonished. "I'm sick of these displays of temper they don't become you. I tell you I plotted nothing except to get my man into my own hands again. The other rascals exceeded their orders on their own responsibility.
She glanced at her daughter, who stood by the window in the bright blaze of a brilliant sunset, listlessly hitting the blind-cord and its tassel to and fro. "The poor boy's very young still," mumbled Mrs. Bushell through her pins. "He's twenty-five last month," returned Millicent. "I know, because there's exactly three years between him and me."
A faint cold wind sighed among the heather, emphasizing the desolation of the moorland. Millicent shivered. "We'll go down," Lisle said quietly; "the brightness has gone. I've had a great time here something to think of as long as I live but now it's over." "But you'll come back some day?" she suggested. "I may; I can't tell," he answered.
Our staff is large and expensive, but as a rule they keep us waiting. Though you paint and go out so much, you have the gift of making a home comfortable. It really is a gift; one that should not be wasted." Millicent grew serious. It looked as if her companion were coming to the point, and this became plainer when Mrs. Gladwyne proceeded.
"Here are the sixty pounds I promised you. Now I want you to do me a favor. Send a messenger to the Wellington Theater with a note for Miss Millicent Jaques, and ask her if she can oblige you with the present address of Miss Helen Wynton. No matter if she writes to her friend and the inquiry leads to talk. You can put up a suitable fairy tale, I have no doubt."
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