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Thrown off her guard as she had been, he caught the gladness in her eyes before she could hide it. "You are surprised at my turning up?" he asked, holding her hand an unnecessarily long time and smiling into her eyes. The color was still in Millicent's cheeks and she was conscious of an unusual shyness; but she tried to answer naturally.
"I am so sorry," Margaret said. "You were so beautiful, such a wonderful colour!" "How kind of you to say so!" Millicent's voice left no doubt of her feeling of shame, although Margaret's nobility was beyond her understanding; it humbled her. "I came to you because I wanted to do what I can to undo what I have done.
Millicent's outfit included a sun-shelter, which was quickly raised and in incredible shortness of time they were comfortably seated under it, on camp chairs at a camp table. Michael could not help showing his pleasure and admiring the dainty equipment. His child's heart was very easily touched and pleased. Nothing was left undone which could be done to give freshness and daintiness to the scene.
Bower had come and gone once, Stampa, or some man wearing village-made boots, twice; but the single track left by Millicent's smart footwear added another perplexing item to the puzzle.
You two seem to have got quite friendly again, and I'm tolerably sure he'd stay if you asked him." Millicent's anger was rising all the time; but, because her suspicions increased every moment, she kept herself in hand.
The moonlight was on Millicent's face, and Bella, watching her, read something that roused her interest in its expression it was stronger than satisfaction, a deeper feeling not unmixed with pride. She had called and the man she had summoned from the depths of the wilderness had responded.
Miss Beryl Wragg, who had affected de la Vere's company for want of an eligible bachelor, pursed her lips scornfully. "I can hardly agree with that," she said. "Edith de la Vere may be a sport; but she doesn't exactly fling her husband at another woman's head. Anyhow, it was amazing bad form on her part to include Miss Wynton in her dinner party last night." Millicent's blue eyes snapped.
She took up a little pamphlet and read aloud: "To bear pain cheerfully, to take defeat nobly, to be constant and loyal, to be brave and happy with the odds dead against us, to be full of sympathy and tenderness these are gifts which mark out the truly great." "Now let's put Millicent's doll to bed," suggested Frieda, who disliked solemnity and saw that Hannah was still staring into the fire.
The blue eyes searched Margaret's; they spoke of a hundred things which made Margaret long to throw the tumbler which she was placing on the table at her golden head. Margaret was neither ignorant nor a fool; Millicent's eyes explained her meaning. "One has to say good-bye to conventions in the desert nothing can be too simple here.
If Mrs Jane will not listen to reason, madam, I beg you to hear me when I tell you what I have heard." The solemnity of Millicent's tones was something awful. Mrs Jane, however, was so misguided as to laugh again; but her mother said, in a half-alarmed tone, "Well, Millicent, what is it? You speak of the new man, Jackson, I suppose?"
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