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Carter was really frightened, but Marjorie's voice was so reassuring that his mood turned to anger at the children's foolishness. As he looked into the situation, however, and saw the girls clasping each other as they hung half-way down the well, his alarm returned. "How CAN I get ye up, ye bad babies! Whichever one I pull up, the other one must go down and drown!"
He loomed up very big in the demure room, a slender, boyish figure, still too slim for his shoulder-width and height, clad in a ragged uniform, a pistol bulging from one hip at his belt. He looked about him at the bright hangings, with a wandering gaze that reverted to a spot of sunlight on Marjorie's hair and rested there. "I'm all spinning round," he said with a puzzled smile, "like a dream."
And you may help me bring things in." When Marjorie opened the parlor door to call them to tea she heard Mr. Woodfern inquire: "Do all your children belong to the Lord?" "The two in heaven certainly do, and I think Linnet is a Christian," her mother was saying. "And Marjorie," he asked. "You know there are such things; I think Marjorie's heart was changed in her cradle."
I haven't asked her. I suppose she is, though." Although it was whispered among Marjorie's close friends that the unpleasant scene at her party had left a yawning gap between the two friends, never, by so much as a word, had Marjorie intimated the true state of affairs to any one except Constance and Jerry Macy. Not even Susan Atwell and Muriel Harding knew just how matters stood.
He had been robbed of his birthright by his own mother and the people of the Blue-grass, and Marjorie's people were now robbing his of their national birthrights as well. The boy did not say her people, but she knew that was what he meant, and she looked so hurt that Jason spoke quickly his gratitude for all the kindness that had been shown him.
If his heart smote him, as Marjorie's little, indomitable figure mounted the stairs, shoulders back and head high, he made no sign of it. Instead, in spite of the preponderance of men, he went back to the dance, and danced straight through till the end had come. Marjorie went to bed, as she had said she would do. She did not go to sleep.
This means a suspense of hostilities. The flag of truce is hoisted in this house for all day. It will remain so until twelve o'clock to-night. Respect it. Now break ranks and we'll enjoy our Christmas presents. I hope my army hasn't forgotten its worthy General!" "Mary," Marjorie's voice trembled. Tears blurred her brown eyes. "It's Christmas morning. Will you kiss me?"
But now Monday had come and there was no sign of the girl Marjorie held so dear in the study hall. "Connie had better hurry. It's five minutes to nine. She'll be late." Marjorie's gaze traveled anxiously toward the door. An unmistakable frown puckered Mary's brows, but Marjorie did not see it. "Oh, Marjorie Dean, here you are at last. We've been waiting for you."
Leonard laughed, but he could not see Marjorie's face. She was standing looking down at the gold eagle-crest, holding the helmet in both hands, carefully, timidly, as if it were a loaded weapon that might go off. "Where did you get it, Len?" she asked, gravely. "There's a crop of them coming up in France this summer," said Leonard. "But seriously, Len?" "Seriously, Marjorie."
Allan pushed his cap to the back of his head, and Reggie looked hard in the direction of the cottage, where the black dot was still standing by the gate. 'Nothing else found in the ruins? said Allan in an undertone. 'Nothing yet, replied Hamish; 'the police are still trying to follow up the clue Marjorie's eyes encountered those of the guests, and she looked at Allan and Reggie.
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