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As he spoke, only a few yards from us a peevish voice pierced the tumult. "I tell you," it cried, "you must find Lord Ivy! If Lord Ivy " A voice with a strong and brutal American accent yelled in answer: "To hell with Lord Ivy!" Lady Moya chuckled. "Get to the lower deck!" I commanded. "I am going for the yawl."
"Nonsense, woman!" said he; "make haste and get me my breakfast." Moya, with tears in her eyes, set about getting the breakfast ready; and whilst she was so employed John was engaged in making preparations for his journey. Having now completed his other arrangements, he sat down to breakfast, and, having concluded it, he arose to depart.
"Not worth all these moneys," she murmured as she counted forty cents in the small coins in her other hand. It was a mystery. Moya put the bits of brass back into the gourd and went on with her dusting. Mrs. Schuler telephoned to Mr.
"Don't go out," she cried; "let her alone while she lets you alone, for an hour's luck never shone on any one that ever molested the banshee." "Psha, woman!" said Harry, and he pushed away poor Moya contemptuously. The two men now sallied forth; the wild cry still continued, and it seemed to issue from amongst some stacks in the hay-yard behind the house.
I tossed the immigrant girl her life-belt, and as though I had known Lady Moya all my life I took her by the hand and dragged her after me down the deck. "You come with me!" I commanded. I found that I was trembling and that a weight of anxiety of which I had not been conscious had been lifted. I found I was still holding her hand and pressing it in my own. "Thank God!" I said.
"He is not ill!" Mrs. Bogardus denied it fiercely. "Who says he is ill? He is starved and frozen. He is just out of the grave. You must be good to him, Moya. Warm him, comfort him! You can give him the life he needs. Your hands are as soft as little birds. They comfort even me. Oh, don't you understand!" "Of course I understand!" Moya answered, her face aflame. "But I cannot marry Paul.
The situations were of his mother's creation. He imagined she must suffer, but had little sympathy with that side of her martyrdom. Moya seemed a trifle feverish in her acceptance of these affairs of which she was naturally the life and centre. A day of entertaining often faded into an evening of subtle sadness. Paul would take her out into the moonlight of that deep inland country.
It was not the first time this privileged guest had rubbed against garrison customs in certain directions hardly worth mentioning. Moya hesitated. Then she laughed a little, and said: "Only a raw recruity would look at an officer's daughter, or any lady of the line." "Oh, you horrid little aristocrat!
Had the yawl, while Lady Moya was taking the oars, NOT swung in a circle, and had the sun NOT risen, in three minutes more we would have bumped ourselves into the State of Connecticut. The cottage stood on one horn of a tiny harbor. Beyond it, weather-beaten shingled houses, sail-lofts, and wharfs stretched cosily in a half-circle.
A young officer, who had been suffering in the corner by the fire, jumped to his feet and bowed, then blushed and sat down again, regretting his rashness. Moya continued to look at him with steadfast friendliness. Winslow had led the rescue that brought her lover home. A glow of sympathy united these friends and neighbors; the air was electrical and full of emotion.
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