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"I promise not to turn him out," Mildred Caniper said, with her humorous look, and Helen laughed back with a friendliness for which Miriam, listening in a corner, admired her secretly. "But I shall want to talk to you this evening when you are all together," Notya said.
Why couldn't they send some one who looks like a Christian?" "I believe she'll eat me. But I shouldn't see that, and I can't bear to see her eating anything else. D'you know?" "Rather. That kind of thing oughtn't to be allowed." "She's very kind. She calls me 'dear' all the time, but Notya will hate her when she notices the teeth. Will you go up to her now?
Helen laughed on a high note, and though she knew she was disclosing her own trouble by that laughter, she could not stay it. "Oh, Rupert, don't!" "My dear, I know it's funny, but I meant it. I wish I could marry you myself." She laughed again and waved them both away. "Go and see Notya. She may not be asleep."
I wish I did, because then I should feel safe, but now I belong to the one who needs me most. Notya, perhaps." "And if we were married?" "Then I should just be yours." "But we are married." "No," she said. "I don't see the distinction." "But it's there," she said, and once more he felt the iron under her grace. "This isn't modern, Helen." "No, I'm simple." "And I don't like it."
"This house is full of dead people," she whispered. "If you begin to think about them John, you're not going, are you?" "Only to draw the curtains. Yes, here's the rain." "And soon Notya will be on the sea," Helen said, listening to the sounds of storm. "And I hope," Miriam added on a rich burst of laughter, "that Uncle Alfred will be sea-sick. Oh, wouldn't he look queer!"
You'll have to go for George. Be quick! She's lying there " "Nothing will make me go! How can you ask it?" Helen longed to strike her. "Then I shall go, and you must stay with Notya," she said and, half-dressed, Miriam was hurried down the stairs. "And if you dare to leave her !" "I won't leave her," Miriam moaned, and sat with averted face.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Notya dear." "Your mother." The voice was querulous. "I was unkind to your mother. Oh worse than that!" The bed creaked, and a long sigh gave place to the halting speech in which the sibilants were thickened into lisping sounds. "She was my friend. She was beautiful. You are all like her.
She always does what she wants, you know. And she is counting on Uncle Alfred, though she says she isn't. She had a letter from him the other day." "And when she has gone, what are you going to do?" "I don't know what I'm going to do." "Things won't be easier for you then. You'd better face that." "But she'll be better Notya will be better." "And you'll marry Zebedee."
She caught his hand and laid her cheek against it. "Oh, I would, I would, if Notya didn't need me." "No one," he said, "needs you as I do. We'll be married in the spring." Her hand and her smile acknowledged what he said while her eyes were busy on his thin face, his worn, well-brushed clothes, the books and papers on his desk, the arrangements of the room.
"What did Notya say?" was Helen's question. "Nothing worth repeating. Don't talk of that." "Well," Miriam remarked, "it will be a very interesting affair to watch." "Confound your impudence!" "You're sure to have heaps of children," she warned him. "Hope so." "You'll forget how many there are, and mix them up with the dogs and the cats and the geese. They'll be very dirty." "And perfectly happy."
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