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He hesitates. "Does it hurt you to name her in my presence?" asks Mrs. Bethune in a tone like velvet. "Well, spare yourself. Let us call her 'she' the immaculate 'she. Now you can go on with safety." Her tone, her sneer, so evidently directed at Tita, maddens Rylton. "You say you lied that night," says he, with barely suppressed fury. "And I believe you.
Fancy your having a fire so early!" "Haven't you one?" "Yes. But then I'm a woman. However, when I see one I want it poked. I want it blazing." At this Sir Maurice pokes the fire, until it flames well up the chimney. "Ah! I like that," says Tita. She slips from her chair to the hearthrug a beautiful white soft Persian one and sits upon it, as it were, one snowflake on another.
Margaret had objected to her, in her own mind, as a companion for Tita Tita, who seems too young to judge for herself in the matter of friendships. "I don't know, I'm sure," returns Mrs. Chichester, lifting her shoulders. "Miss Gower will tell you; she knows everything.
"I have nothing, really. But you say this house must go?" "Not if you will help me to keep it." "I should not like to live here," says Tita, with some haste. And then in a low tone, "Your mother would live here?" "Yes, certainly." "Well, and I I have been very unhappy with Uncle George," says she. Her air is so naïve that Rylton bursts out laughing.
"I am not going to scold you, really," says Margaret, smiling; "but consider, dear child! To begin with " "Oh, this is worse than I thought," interrupts Tita, covering her face with her hands, and blinking at her through her fingers. "Is it going to be firstly, secondly, thirdly? Come to the thirdly at once." "Do you know what you want?" says Margaret, who feels fonder of her every moment.
"I don't see anything but that hill over there," he called to Tita. "It is shaped like a great mound and seems to be all stone and rock. Perhaps if we could get up on top of it and look about we could tell where we are." "Let's run, then," said Tita. The children took hold of hands and ran toward the hill. There were cacti of all kinds around them, and as they ran, the spines caught their clothes.
The surprise, the strange awakening to the young bride, who, if not in love with her husband, has at all events expected loyalty from him, has affected her not at all; but this suggestion of Margaret as a possible lover of Maurice's convulses her with amusement. "Margaret! No!" "Who, then?" asks Tita. "Marian Marian Bethune." "Mrs. Bethune!" "Did you never guess?
"No, don't cut them," says Tita quickly. She draws the basket towards her, and slowly and with care unties the true lover's knot of pale blue ribbon that fastens it. "Flowers, I expect," says Margaret. "But tied up like this?" "That is because there is a letter inside it."
"We have been great sufferers, senors, ah, great sufferers," snuffled the bishop, quoting Scripture, after the fashion of the day, glibly enough, but often much too irreverently for me to repeat, so boldly were his texts travestied, and so freely interlarded by grumblings at Tita and the mosquitoes.
"I just came," says Tita smiling, but hesitating on the threshold, as if desirous of an excuse to run away again as quickly as possible, "to see if you were quite comfortable quite happy." "Ah, happy!" says Lady Rylton in a peculiar tone. "Do come in, Tita. It is a fad of mine a silly one, no doubt but I cannot bear to look at an open door. Besides, I wish to speak to you."
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