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Her thoughts returned to the bitter disappointment which the evening had brought. Ian Stewart had been next her at dinner, but even then he had talked to her rather less than to Mrs. Shaw. Afterwards well, perhaps it was only what she deserved for not making it plain to poor Mr. Toovey that she could never return his feelings.
Toovey," she thought, "I must go away at once, wherever I am. I can't have been married long. I am sure to have some money somewhere. I'll go to Tims. Oh, that brute! That idiot!" she was thinking of Milly "How I should like to strangle her!" She clinched her hands till the nails hurt her palms. Two photographs, propped up on the top of a chest of drawers, caught her eye. She snatched them.
Before Richard Miles, gentleman, Mayor and Coroner of the said town, upon view of the body of Francis Blandy, gentleman, deceased, now lying dead, upon the oaths of James Fisher, William Toovey, Benjamin Sarney, Peter Sarney, William Norman, Richard Beach, L. Nicholas, Thomas Mason, Tho.
Grenville did see the declaration of Sampson Toovey, whether he saw also a letter in which Governor Bernard gave it as his opinion that if the colonial governments were to be refashioned it should be on a new plan, since "there is no system in North America fit to be made a module of."
"Fancy my being married in a dressing-gown and having Tims for a bridesmaid! Sickening!" But her anxiety with regard to the bridegroom dominated even this just indignation. Somehow, after seeing the photographs, she was convinced he must be Archibald Toovey. She determined to fly at once. The question was, where was she? Not in England, she fancied.
"But, Aunt Beatrice, they say I can't. They say I'm not clever enough." "Oh, that's what they say, is it?" Lady Thomson smiled in calm but deep contempt. "How do they explain the idiots who have got Firsts? Archibald Toovey, for instance?" Her eyes met her niece's, and both smiled. "Ah, yes! Mr.
He stepped briskly out of the pinewood on to the snowy platform below, and seeing her at the window, looked up, smiling, and waved his cap, with a cry of "Hullo, Milly!" And it was not Archibald Toovey. Mildred, relieved from the worst of fears, leaned from the window towards him.
The Master seemed to hope some one else would speak; but finding that no one did, he uttered again: "Men often adore bad wives. That does not make them good ones." Stewart tossed a rebel lock of raven black hair back from his forehead. "Pardon me, Master, it does make them good wives for those men." "Oh, surely not good for their higher natures!" protested Toovey, fervently.
Presently she drew herself away, and wiping her damp eyes, said, smiling shyly: "He's never guessed how much I care about him. I'm so glad. He says he doesn't wonder at my hesitation and talks about others more worthy to love me. But you know there isn't any one except Mr. Toovey. Poor Mr. Toovey! I do hope I haven't behaved very badly to him." "Never mind Toovey," chuckled Tims.
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