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"They were impudent, crowding around me for sugar and sticking their noses in my pocket. Magda and Brunette nearly came to blows. I had to push them off with my whip. Poor Eileen!" "I'm so sorry you were frightened," Terry O'Gara said, drawing a little nearer to the girl and looking into her blue eyes. The others had gone on.
It was the day on which Lady O'Gara had given Eileen her necklet of amethysts and seed-pearls a beautiful antique thing, of no great intrinsic value beyond its workmanship. It suddenly came to her that, for a good while past, she had got into a way of propitiating Eileen with gifts.
She is sure to return. The place does not look as if she were not coming back." "Everything is in order," said Stella, a light of hope coming to her face. "I have been in her bedroom. The lamp is burning on her altar. There is a purse lying on her bed with money in it." "She will come back," said Lady O'Gara.
Lady O'Gara glanced at the bridegroom to whom his bride had given so absurd a name. He was looking amusedly, if adoringly, at Eileen. He had a good strong chin, a firm mouth, which was sweet when he smiled: his grey eyes were quizzical. She thought the marriage would be all right. "I am going to get warm in the sun," said Eileen with a little shiver. "You see Bobbin has to go back to work.
So I said to the old person, an' she took a fit o' bobbin' to me, and then she ran off a-talkin' to herself." Lady O'Gara went up to the pretty bedroom which had been Mrs. Wade's. It was in the gable and was lit from the roof and by a tiny slit of a window high up in the wall through which one saw the bare boughs across the road, with a few fluttering leaves still on them.
They went off after lunch to see Mrs. Wade, the waddling puppy following them, now and again tumbling over his paws. They went out by Susan's gate, where Lady O'Gara stopped to admire the garden that was growing up about the lodge. "You have transfigured it, Susan," she said. "It used to be so damp here with the old ragged laurels. They are well away.
Count Raimondi did not like Carlo's being called after him. He had just the same mouth and eyes, and both were rather fond of their food. So I had to change Carlo for Golliwog, poor darling." Mrs. Wade laughed, a sweet fresh laugh. Lady O'Gara was glad she could laugh.
When Lady O'Gara came into the little sitting-room at the cottage, having knocked with her knuckles and obtained no answer, she found Susan Horridge there. Susan stood up, making a little dip, took the boy's garment she had been mending and went away, while Mrs. Wade received her visitor with a curious air of equality. It was not such an equality as she might have learnt in the United States.
She tried to win her over with gifts, which Eileen accepted, while she was not propitiated. "She will not like me," Stella complained with a flash of tears in her eyes, "if I was to give her my heart she would not like me." "You should not have given her your seed-pearls," said Lady O'Gara. "It is too valuable a gift to pass from one girl to another."
Patsy Kenny, stud-groom to Sir Shawn O'Gara, a quiet man, devoted to his horses and having a wonderful way with them, sometimes allowed his mind to wander back to the night Mr. Terence Comerford was killed and the days that followed. He could recall the inquest on poor Mr. Terence, himself, with a bandaged head, keeping the one eye he had available fixed on the gentleman who asked him questions.
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