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Mury!" sounded from within, and the mistress of the house slowly retraced her steps and seated herself to await the next appearance of the whirlwind with what patience she could command. It was long in coming. The clock ticked a slow quarter of an hour, and was approaching twenty minutes, when footsteps sounded once more, and Cornelia appeared in the doorway.
When the prince was well, King Alymer listened to the story the lad had to tell, the story of his ruined home, his lost kingdom, his suffering at the hands of the cruel King Mury. And King Alymer, for he was gentle at heart, shed a tear as he heard. 'Thou shalt stay at our court, Hynde Horn, he said, 'and learn all that a prince should learn.
You're never going so soon?" "Only for a few days. I'll be back again, to plague you, by the end of next week. Don't you want me to go, Mury?" Mary shook her head vigourously. "I'd like to keep you for ever! The house isn't the same place since you came. I was saying to my friend only last Sunday that I couldn't a bear to think of you leaving.
Some people suit you and others don't, and all the lovey-doveying in the world won't make 'em " "Why, Mury, you are a philosopher! It's the dead truth, Mury, but I guess you needn't rub it in. If you've made up your mind, why need you wait?" "Furniture, miss! I've told him I won't marry to go into rooms, not if it's ever so. I'll wait till I get a 'ome of me own.
Couldn't you find a nice young gentleman, and settle down in England for good? I'd come and live with you! I wouldn't ask anything better than to live with you all my days." "Mury, Mury! what about the friend? What would he say to such desertion?" Mary's grimace expressed a lively disregard of the friend's sufferings.
Her expression was very grave and wistful, but in her eyes shone the light of awakened interest. "Mury! you've been real good and attentive to me. I guess I've given you quite a heap of trouble. I want to make you a present before I go. Would you like it if I fixed-up that house so's you could get married right away?
Yet cruel as King Mury was, he could not do so dastardly a deed. But Hynde Horn was tall and strong, and Hynde Horn was loved by the people. He must certainly be sent out of the country. So King Mury planned, and King Mury plotted, and at length he thought of a way, by which he hoped to be for ever rid of the gallant prince and his two companions.
He'd put by a goodish bit, and so had I, but things have been agen us. He was out of work four months last winter, and mother's legs are a awful drain liniments, and bandages, and what-not. You can't see your own mother suffer, and not pay out. We've got to wait till we save up again." "How much money does it take to furnish a cottage over here, Mury?" "That depends on how it's done.
"It was the other wrist that was sprained The right one!" she said, holding it up as she spoke, and carefully moving it to and fro. "It's heaps better, thanks to you. I set Mury to rub it, according to instructions, and there you are! It's most as well as the other." "Ready to shake hands, now?" "Oh, yes." "Mentally, as well as physically?" The white teeth showed in a smile of comprehension.
She paused a moment as though to form some expression of acknowledgment, but it did not come. "Some time," she continued slowly, "some time, Mury, I believe I'm going to thank you very much, but to-day I don't feel like gushing. ... You can go back to your work." "I suppose I must give them tea!" was Mrs Ramsden's comment upon hearing of the visit which had been planned for the afternoon.
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