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He saw the color creep into Muriel's face; and when he turned back to the house Prescott lifted the girl down from the sleigh. "Dear, I can't let them take you away," he said. Muriel glanced across the snowy plain to the blaze of fading color upon its western rim.
Billie's father was scrutinizing him fixedly and The Hopper wondered whether Muriel's handsome young husband had recognized him as the person who had vanished through the window of the Talbot home bearing the plum-blossom vase. The thought was disquieting; but feigning deep interest in the Ark he listened attentively to a violent tirade upon which the senior Talbot was launched.
Colwood "you are not going to tell me that you don't know about Diana's mother?" She laid her hand upon Muriel's dress. "Why should I know? Please, Miss Merton!" and with a resolute movement Mrs. Colwood tried to withdraw her dress. "Why, everybody knows! everybody! everybody! Ask anybody in the world about Juliet Sparling and you'll see.
The changing hues of Muriel's tell-tale face when Mr. Granville arrived, and the excessive happiness that could not be masked, had not escaped Salome's lynx vision; and very accurately she conjectured the real condition of affairs, relative to which Dr. Grey had never uttered a syllable.
Grey was studying the innocent, happy countenance of his unsuspecting ward, and he could not repress a sigh, when, turning his eyes towards Salome, he noticed the undisguised admiration in Mr. Granville's earnest gaze. A nameless dread made him take Muriel's hand and lead her to the piano. "Play something for me. I am music-hungry." "Is Saul sad to-night?" she asked, smiling up at him.
"Thank you ever so much." Robert Grant Burns returned then, and close behind him rode Gil Huntley and those other desperados who had helped to brand the calf that other day. Gil was leading a little sorrel with a saddle on, Muriel's horse evidently. Jean had started back to the house and her own affairs, but she lingered with a very human curiosity to see what they were all going to do.
Phyllis described her last meeting with him and confessed to Sally that it had been at his house that she had met Muriel's Chuck. "Oh, by the way," Sally suddenly remembered, "Muriel is going to give a party. Quite an affair, I understand, and we are all going to be invited. I suppose that Mr. Chuck will be there and a lot of other boys; have you heard anything about it?"
Slipping her arm through Muriel's, she drew her ahead of the others. Susan Atwell took a hurried step forward and caught her other arm, leaving Marjorie to walk between Irma and Geraldine. "Don't mind her," said Jerry, in a low voice. "She has it in for that Miss Stevens. She, the Stevens girl, did something, no one knows what, to make Mignon angry with her.
"Yes," she said at last, "you can help me, Olga, if you will. That ring on the table, dear, a ring with rubies do you see it?" "Yes," breathed Olga, holding her very close. "Then just take it, dear." Muriel's voice was unutterably weary; she seemed to speak with a great effort. "It belongs to Nick. He gave it to me once, long ago, in remembrance of something.
The real offender has confessed her fault, and now wishes to tell you how sorry she is for the unworthy part which she has played. Yes, it is on Muriel's behalf I am speaking," she continued, as the latter quietly left her seat and came, with a pale face, to stand by the teacher's side.
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