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I dare say Margaret was surprised. But the poet had taken her hand and had kissed it reverently, and then sat down beside her, twisting one foot under him in a fashion he had. He was frankly grateful to her for refusing him; and, the mask of affectation slipped, she saw in him another man. I DARE SAY MARGARET WAS SURPRISED BUT THE POET HAD TAKEN HER HAND AND HAD KISSED IT REVERENTLY AND THEN SAT DOWN BESIDE HER TWISTING ONE FOOT UNDER HIM IN A FASHION HE HAD HE WAS FRANKLY GRATEFUL TO HER FOR REFUSING HIM AND THE MASK OF AFFECTATION SLIPPED SHE SAW IN HIM ANOTHER MAN
t, though--and smiled. "I know you far too well to think that," she said, wistfully. "I know I'm not worthy of you. I'm tremendously fond of you, beautiful, but--but, you see, I love somebody else," Margaret concluded, with admirable candour. "Ah!" said he, in a rather curious voice. "The painter chap, eh?" Then Margaret's face flamed in a wonderful glow of shame and happiness and pride that must have made the surrounding roses very hopelessly jealous. A quaint mothering look, sacred, divine, Madonna-like, woke in her great eyes as she thought--remorsefully--of how unhappy Billy must be at that very moment and of how big he was and of his general niceness; and she desired, very heartily, that this fleshy young man would make his scene and have done with it. Who was he, forsooth, to keep her from Billy? She wished she had never heard of Felix Kennaston. _Souvent femme varie_, my brothers. However, "Yes," said Margaret.. "You are a dear," said Mr. Kennaston, with conviction in his voice. ABLE AT THAT SHE RAISED VELVET EYES TO HIM WITH A VISIBLE EFFORT THOUGH AND SMILED I KNOW YOU FAR TOO WELL TO THINK THAT SHE SAID WISTFULLY I KNOW I'M NOT WORTHY OF YOU I AM TREMENDOUSLY FOND OF YOU BEAUTIFUL BUT BUT YOU SEE I LOVE SOMEBODY ELSE MARGARET CONCLUDED WITH ADMIRABLE CANDOUR AH SAID HE IN A RATHER CURIOUS VOICE THE PAINTER CHAPPING THEN MARGARET'S FACE FLAMED IN A WONDERFUL GLOW OF SHAME AND HAPPINESS AND PRIDE THAT MUST HAVE MADE THE SURROUNDING ROSES VERY HOPELESSLY JEALOUS A QUAINT MOTHERING LOOK SACRED DIVINE MADONNA LIKE WOKE IN HER GREAT EYES AS SHE THOUGHT REMORSEFULLY OF HOW UNHAPPY BILLY MUST BE AT THAT VERY MOMENT AND OF HOW BIG HE WAS AND OF HIS GENERAL NICENESS SHE DESIRED VERY HEARTILY THAT THIS FLESHY YOUNG MAN WOULD MAKE HIS SCENE AND HAVE DONE WITH IT WHO WAS HE FORSOOTH TO KEEP HER FROM BILLY SHE WISHED HE HAD NEVER HEARD OF FELIX CONNASTON SON VAN VALLIE MY BROTHERS HOWEVER YES SAID MARGARET YOU ARE A DEAR SAID MISTER CONNASTON WITH CONVICTION IN HIS VOICE
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