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Updated: June 14, 2025
The negroes were to remain at Sunnybank under charge of an overseer as usual, while Arthur was to stay there, too, until he decided upon his future course. This was his own proposition, and Edith acceded to it joyfully.
"A guardian angel o'er his life presiding Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing." A few weeks had rolled by and Helen Rushton once more entered "Sunnybank." Marguerite receives her visitor with open arms. "I am so glad to see you, Madge," exclaimed the quaint little maiden, as she threw aside the pretty wrap, worn carelessly around her shoulders.
It was only when the guests had assembled in the spacious drawing- room at "Sunnybank" that our friend found opportunity to have a short conversation with Marguerite, who with sunlit face took no pains to conceal her delight. She chatted with Phillip Lawson with a familiarity that led the calculating mother to think that she had no further troubles from that source.
Lawson called at "Sunnybank" it always happened that she was out making her farewell calls. It was the last evening that Marguerite should gladden her home, perhaps, for many months to come. The bronze clock on the mantel shelf struck the hour of eight. The drawing-room was unoccupied, and Marguerite stealthily glided towards the piano and sat down.
Wherefore, Ruloff had perforce curbed his parental urgings toward violence; at least during the hours when he and the child were on the Place. Sonya was an engaging little thing; and the Mistress had made a pet of her. So had the Master. But the youngster's warmest friend was old Sunnybank Lad.
And, yet, it was not in Sunnybank Lad's nature to be such a fool as is the usual melodrama hero. True, he had come to share Lady's fate, if he could not rescue her. Yet, he would not submit tamely to death, until every resource had been tried. He glanced at the door. Already he had found by harsh experience that his strength availed nothing in the battering down of those strong panels.
Montgomery had a telegram conveying news of the assignment, and in a few hours she was at home in "Sunnybank," trying every means within her power to console her stricken brother-in-law. "It will never do to allow him to give up in this manner," said the true-hearted woman in a conversation with an old and tried friend of the family. "Something must be done to rouse him."
Silence reigned in "Sunnybank," not a sound save the heavy tick of the old clock that stood at the top of the grand stairway. Phillip Lawson with book in hand was trying to while away the hours and to divert his mind from the unpleasant thoughts that now and then would arise with peculiar vividness. A slight rustling causes him to start. "My dear boy."
Such were the lawyer's remarks as he sat alone in his office with a heavy load off his mind. He had just returned from witnessing Marguerite Verne's departure, and he felt calm and content. Mr. Verne had accompanied the young man to his door and left with many kind invitations for "Sunnybank."
I was at 'Sunnybank' on the morning to which Miss Louise refers, and certainly I was the one who made the remark." "Helen is mistaken, I think," said Marguerite in her soft, sweet way. "She is indeed," said Louise, with much earnestness. "It was while we were in the library, and all sitting together Josie Jordan suddenly called out: 'Girls where will we all be two years from now?
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