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Updated: June 1, 2025
Suddenly, apropos of nothing, Heyton, addressing the Marquess, said: "Have you noticed that pendant Miriam's wearing?" The Marquess raised his eyes and smiled at her. "Very pretty, my dear!" he observed. "A present from Percy," she said, fingering it. "I'm glad you like it." "A wedding present," said Heyton, with a sneer. "Not much of a present; but it was the best I could afford.
It's an insult to me an' the family, miss, that's what it is." And the irate woman rested her knuckles on her hips. Miriam's face turned a little pink. "I will inquire about that, Molly," she said, and her impression became a conviction. Toward the close of the afternoon, Miriam went up to her room, and spreading out on the bed the teaberry gown of Judith Pacewalk, she stood looking at it.
Insensibly the pace quickened without thought of mole-hills; Rufus, gentleman that he was, waiting on Miriam's Dandy till they should have cleared the rise. Then down the two-mile slope they raced together, the wind whistling in their ears, to the steady throb of eight hoofs and the light click-click of the shifting bits. "Oh, that was glorious!" Miriam cried, reining in.
"We'll sit outside and watch for Zebedee," Rupert told her. She had baked the scones, changed her dress and made the table ready before the guest arrived. From the dining-room she heard his clear voice, broken by Miriam's low gay one, and, looking from the window, she saw them both at the gate.
Miriam sat near, with the other members of her house party. It had been a source of much discussion whether or not to admit Julia Crosby to the freshman party. But, since she was Miriam's guest, what else was there to do? "We shall be only heaping coals of fire on her head at any rate," hinted Jessica, "and that certainly ought to make her feel worse than if she had been left out."
She was barefoot, and made no sound as she advanced. Philip drew himself back closer against the wall. He was sure she had not seen him. A moment later Miriam turned into the corridor that led into Adare's big room. Philip felt that he was trembling. In Miriam's face he had seen something that had made his heart beat faster.
Miriam's summons called him back to his people. The God of his race, through her, commanded him to fulfil his father's expectations. Instead of the Egyptian troops whom he must forsake, he was in future to lead the men of his own blood forth to battle!
If, therefore, she happened to be sleepless, she might issue forth into the garden, and wander about there without let or hinderance until she was ready to accept the wooing of the god of dreams; or, if supernatural terrors daunted her, she could in a few seconds transfer herself and her fears to Miriam's chamber, which occupied the same position in the right wing that hers did in the left.
For a long time nothing was heard beneath the sycamore save Miriam's low moans and the impatient footsteps of the warrior who, while struggling for composure, did not venture to disturb her. He could not yet understand what had suddenly towered like a mountain between him and the object of his love.
The first shock of Donatello's and Miriam's crime had, indeed, broken through the frail defence of this voluntary forgetfulness; but, once enabled to relieve herself of the ponderous anguish over which she had so long brooded, she had practised a subtile watchfulness in preventing its return.
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