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"I've been unfaithful to you. Again." "With whom?" she whispered. "I can't tell you. Only it wasn't Maggie." "When was it?" "I think it was that Sunday at Scarby." "Why do you say you think?" she said gently. "Don't you know?" "No. I don't know much about it. I didn't know what I was doing." "You can't remember?" "No. I can't remember." "Then are you sure you were ?" "Yes. I think so.
Whereupon Topsy wept feebly, and poor Toodles had a moment of monstrous calm. She wanted to get it quite clear, to make no mistake. They might as well give her the details. Majendie had left his wife, had he? Well, she wasn't surprised at that. The wonder was that, having married her, he had stuck to her so long. He had left his wife, and was living at Scarby, was he, with her?
You saw what he was like last night. If I'd left him to himself this morning he'd have drunk himself into a fit. When a sober a fantastically sober man does that " "What does it mean?" "It generally means that he's in a pretty bad way. And," added Dick pensively, "they call poor Toodles a dangerous woman." All night the yacht lay in Scarby harbour. It was nine o'clock on Sunday evening.
"What a skimpy honeymoon you've had," she said. "Why did you go and cut it short like that? Was it just because of me?" In one sense it was because of her. Anne was helpless before her question; but Majendie rose to it. "I say the conceit of her! No, it wasn't just because of you. Anne agreed with me about Scarby. And we're not cutting our honeymoon short, we're spinning it out.
"We shall miss the train if we do that." "Well, make that man in front move on. Make him turn up there." The van turned into a side street, and they drove on. The Scarby train was drawn up along the platform. They had five minutes before it started; but she hurried into the nearest compartment. They had it to themselves. The train moved on. It was a two hours' journey to Scarby.
The words seemed to come from her without grief, without any feeling. She felt nothing but a dull, dragging pain under her left breast, as if the doors of her heart were closed and its chambers full to bursting. "No. He is not dead." Her heart beat again. "He's dying, then." "They don't know." "Where is he?" "At Scarby." "Scarby? How much time have I?" "There's a train at ten-twenty.
Her soul was withdrawn behind them into the darkness where the body's pang ceased, and there was help. She started when the train stopped at Scarby Station. As they stopped at the hotel there came upon her that reminiscence which is foreknowledge and the sense of destiny. A woman was coming down the staircase as they entered. She did not see her at first.
She prayed only that he might live. And though she knew not whether her prayer were answered she knew that it was heard. It was the evening of the third day. There was no change in Majendie. Dr. Gardner had been sent for. He had come and gone. He had confirmed the Scarby doctor's opinion, with a private leaning to the side of hope.
I dare say there are people in Scale who could tell you all about her, only I wouldn't inquire if I were you." "Did it happen at Scarby?" She was determined to know the worst. "I believe so." "Oh why did I ever go there?" "He didn't want you to. That was why." "Where is she now?" "Nobody knows. She might be anywhere." "Not here?" "No, not here. My dear, you mustn't get her on your nerves."
I never pay any attention to it." "That's all very well but you must defend yourself sometimes. And when it comes to saying that I've been living with Mr. Majendie in Scarby for the last three years " Mrs. Majendie was so calm that Lady Cayley fancied that, after all, this was not the first time she had heard that rumour. "Let them say it," said she. "Nobody'll believe it."
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