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If our grandfather had been good, his share would have been his and then father's and then ours. There's a sort of right about it. It isn't as if it was all Lady Myrtle's own in any other way through her husband, for instance and that she did anything for us just out of pity, because we were relations. That would be horrid.
They wandered about some more, listened for a short time to the trillings of a robustious prima donna come upon evil days. They soon tired of this so easily attained diversion and feverishly set out for more. They danced again. They ran into a crowd of Myrtle's friends. They joined them in a series of mad dashes on the roller coaster. Myrtle's zest seemed fed from eternal springs.
Then the Princess Myrtle's heart felt as weary as feet on a long road; but she awaited patiently the King's next word, which was spoken to Prince Richard and Prince Hugh, inviting them to dance with the beggar-maid. Each made an excuse. Then King Cuthbert addressed her.
You got the old doctor to go and see her when she come so nigh being bewitched with the magnetism and nonsense, whatever they call it, and the young doctor was so nigh bein' crazy, too. I know, for Nurse Byloe told me all about it. And now Myrtle's gettin' run away with by that pesky Minister Stoker. Cynthy Badlam was here yesterday crying and sobbing as if her heart would break about it.
Every day, every hour, of Myrtle's absence was not only a source of anxiety and a cause of useless searching but it gave room for inventive fancies to imagine evil. It was better to run some risk of injury to health, than to have her absence prolonged another day. "Has this adventure been told about in the village, Mrs. Lindsay?"
'Ah! well I know Miss Scarlett is strict, and rightly so, I daresay, said the old lady. 'Who are these friends of yours Bessie and Margaret what? 'Bessie and Margaret Harper, said Frances, bluntly; 'that's their name. A look of perplexity crossed Lady Myrtle's face. 'Harper, she repeated. 'Bessie and Margaret Harper. No, I never heard of them.
Then came the second verse: "Far in the deep where darkness dwells, The land of horror and despair, Justice has built a dismal hell, And laid her stores of vengeance there." Myrtle's voice trembled a little in singing this verse, and she hardly kept up her part with proper spirit.
I will help this family and at once, because it seems to me a clear duty to do so. Can you not be satisfied with this practical response to your appeal, my dear? 'I thank you with all my heart, said Mrs Mildmay earnestly, 'both for your generosity and for your patience with my presumption. But she evaded a direct reply to Lady Myrtle's question, and her friend did not press her farther.
The reader will find Myrtle's "Vision," as written out at a later period from her recollections, at the end of this chapter. The night was passing, and she meant to be as far away as possible from the village she had left, before morning. But the boat, like all craft on country rivers, was leaky, and she had to work until tired, bailing it out, before she was ready for another long effort.
A moment later a little piece of paper fluttered down at Myrtle's feet from a desk top. On it was written: "She's so plain. She's Rocky Mountainy all ridges and hubbles." Meanwhile Bernice sat very still, her great black eyes fixed on the teacher's face. Have you ever held a frightened bird in your hand, and felt its heart beat? That is the way Bernice's heart was going. She was a stranger.
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