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"The parson of the parish has not presumed to dictate to me on my actions," she said "I should deeply resent it if he did." "Well, he had no eyes for anyone but you in the church this morning. A mole could have seen that in the dark. He was preaching AT us and FOR you all the while!" A slight flush swept over Maryllia's cheeks, then she laughed. "My dear Eva! I never thought you were imaginative!
They knows all about ye 'fore ye knows yerself! an' Missis Spruce she came down from the Manor last night in such a state o' fluster as never was, an' she sez, all shakin' like an' smilin' 'Miss Maryllia's goin' to be married, sez she, an' we up an' sez to 'er 'What, is the Dook goin' to 'ave her just the same though she can't walk no more? an' she sez: 'Dook, not a bit of it!
For example, if you preach very well I don't know that you do, because I've never heard you, but Maryllia's housekeeper, Mrs.
On the following Monday afternoon Cicely Bourne, to whom Walden had so successfully telegraphed Maryllia's commands, arrived. She was rather an odd-looking young person.
"I try to forget it as much as possible," and Maryllia's eyes were full of a sweet wistfulness as she spoke "Especially here in my father's home!" "Oh well!" said Lady Beaulyon, with a touch of impatience "You are a strange girl you always were! You can 'live good, or try to, if you like; and stay down here all alone with the doldrums and the humdrums. But you'll be sick of it in six months.
"You're not a bit like a parson," said Maryllia gravely, studying his face with embarrassing candour and closeness; "You look quite a nice pleasant sort of man." John Walden laughed again, this time with sincere heartiness. Maryllia's eyes twinkled, and little dimples came and went round her mouth and chin.
Lifting her head, she whinnied with a melancholy long-drawn plaintiveness, and then with a slow, stiff hobble, moved cautiously closer to Maryllia's fallen body. There she paused and whinnied again, while the grey skies lowered and rain began to ooze from the spreading leaden weight of cloud.
But before he could pile on any more epithets, she was gone, and the butler Primmins stood in her place. "I'll help give you a lift down to the gates," he said, surveying Josey with considerable interest; "You're a game old chap for your age!" Josey was still waving his hat to the dark embrasure through which Maryllia's white figure had vanished. "Ain't she a beauty?
His heart beat heavily, he fancied he could hear it thudding in his breast, then, all at once, an inflow of energy rushed upon him as though the 'fiery tongues' of which Adam Frost had spoken, were in very truth descending upon him. Maryllia's face!
And presently, as he stood, a quiet spectator of the different types of persons who were mingling with each other in the casual conversation on current topics and events, which always occupies that interval of time known as the 'mauvais quart d'heure' before the announcement of dinner, he happened to look at Maryllia's own dress, and, noticing it more closely, smiled.
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