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And
yet
and
yet
!
That
strained
look
on
her
face
!
A
gnawing
sorrow
is
there
all
the
time
.
Her
very
soul
is
in
her
eyes
and
she
would
give
worlds
to
be
in
the
privacy
of
her
own
familiar
chamber
where
,
giving
way
to
tears
,
she
could
have
a
good
cry
and
relieve
her
pentup
feelings
though
not
too
much
because
she
knew
how
to
cry
nicely
before
the
mirror
.
You
are
lovely
,
Gerty
,
it
said
.
The
paly
light
of
evening
falls
upon
a
face
infinitely
sad
and
wistful
.
Gerty
MacDowell
yearns
in
vain
.
Yes
,
she
had
known
from
the
very
first
that
her
daydream
of
a
marriage
has
been
arranged
and
the
weddingbells
ringing
for
Mrs
Reggy
Wylie
T
.
C
.
D
.
(
because
the
one
who
married
the
elder
brother
would
be
Mrs
Wylie
)
and
in
the
fashionable
intelligence
Mrs
Gertrude
Wylie
was
wearing
a
sumptuous
confection
of
grey
trimmed
with
expensive
blue
fox
was
not
to
be
.
He
was
too
young
to
understand
.
He
would
not
believe
in
love
,
a
woman
’
s
birthright
.
The
night
of
the
party
long
ago
in
Stoer
’
s
(
he
was
still
in
short
trousers
)
when
they
were
alone
and
he
stole
an
arm
round
her
waist
she
went
white
to
the
very
lips
.
He
called
her
little
one
in
a
strangely
husky
voice
and
snatched
a
half
kiss
(
the
first
!
)
but
it
was
only
the
end
of
her
nose
and
then
he
hastened
from
the
room
with
a
remark
about
refreshments
.
Impetuous
fellow
!
Strength
of
character
had
never
been
Reggy
Wylie
’
s
strong
point
and
he
who
would
woo
and
win
Gerty
MacDowell
must
be
a
man
among
men
.
But
waiting
,
always
waiting
to
be
asked
and
it
was
leap
year
too
and
would
soon
be
over
.
No
prince
charming
is
her
beau
ideal
to
lay
a
rare
and
wondrous
love
at
her
feet
but
rather
a
manly
man
with
a
strong
quiet
face
who
had
not
found
his
ideal
,
perhaps
his
hair
slightly
flecked
with
grey
,
and
who
would
understand
,
take
her
in
his
sheltering
arms
,
strain
her
to
him
in
all
the
strength
of
his
deep
passionate
nature
and
comfort
her
with
a
long
long
kiss
.
It
would
be
like
heaven
.
For
such
a
one
she
yearns
this
balmy
summer
eve
.
With
all
the
heart
of
her
she
longs
to
be
his
only
,
his
affianced
bride
for
riches
for
poor
,
in
sickness
in
health
,
till
death
us
two
part
,
from
this
to
this
day
forward
.
And
while
Edy
Boardman
was
with
little
Tommy
behind
the
pushcar
she
was
just
thinking
would
the
day
ever
come
when
she
could
call
herself
his
little
wife
to
be
.
Then
they
could
talk
about
her
till
they
went
blue
in
the
face
,
Bertha
Supple
too
,
and
Edy
,
little
spitfire
,
because
she
would
be
twentytwo
in
November
.
She
would
care
for
him
with
creature
comforts
too
for
Gerty
was
womanly
wise
and
knew
that
a
mere
man
liked
that
feeling
of
hominess
.
Her
griddlecakes
done
to
a
goldenbrown
hue
and
queen
Ann
’
s
pudding
of
delightful
creaminess
had
won
golden
opinions
from
all
because
she
had
a
lucky
hand
also
for
lighting
a
fire
,
dredge
in
the
fine
selfraising
flour
and
always
stir
in
the
same
direction
,
then
cream
the
milk
and
sugar
and
whisk
well
the
white
of
eggs
though
she
didn
’
t
like
the
eating
part
when
there
were
any
people
that
made
her
shy
and
often
she
wondered
why
you
couldn
’
t
eat
something
poetical
like
violets
or
roses
and
they
would
have
a
beautifully
appointed
drawingroom
with
pictures
and
engravings
and
the
photograph
of
grandpapa
Giltrap
’
s
lovely
dog
Garryowen
that
almost
talked
it
was
so
human
and
chintz
covers
for
the
chairs
and
that
silver
toastrack
in
Clery
’
s
summer
jumble
sales
like
they
have
in
rich
houses
.
He
would
be
tall
with
broad
shoulders
(
she
had
always
admired
tall
men
for
a
husband
)
with
glistening
white
teeth
under
his
carefully
trimmed
sweeping
moustache
and
they
would
go
on
the
continent
for
their
honeymoon
(
three
wonderful
weeks
!
)
and
then
,
when
they
settled
down
in
a
nice
snug
and
cosy
little
homely
house
,
every
morning
they
would
both
have
brekky
,
simple
but
perfectly
served
,
for
their
own
two
selves
and
before
he
went
out
to
business
he
would
give
his
dear
little
wifey
a
good
hearty
hug
and
gaze
for
a
moment
deep
down
into
her
eyes
.
Edy
Boardman
asked
Tommy
Caffrey
was
he
done
and
he
said
yes
so
then
she
buttoned
up
his
little
knickerbockers
for
him
and
told
him
to
run
off
and
play
with
Jacky
and
to
be
good
now
and
not
to
fight
.
But
Tommy
said
he
wanted
the
ball
and
Edy
told
him
no
that
baby
was
playing
with
the
ball
and
if
he
took
it
there
’
d
be
wigs
on
the
green
but
Tommy
said
it
was
his
ball
and
he
wanted
his
ball
and
he
pranced
on
the
ground
,
if
you
please
.
The
temper
of
him
!
O
,
he
was
a
man
already
was
little
Tommy
Caffrey
since
he
was
out
of
pinnies
.
Edy
told
him
no
,
no
and
to
be
off
now
with
him
and
she
told
Cissy
Caffrey
not
to
give
in
to
him
.
—
You
’
re
not
my
sister
,
naughty
Tommy
said
.
It
’
s
my
ball
.
But
Cissy
Caffrey
told
baby
Boardman
to
look
up
,
look
up
high
at
her
finger
and
she
snatched
the
ball
quickly
and
threw
it
along
the
sand
and
Tommy
after
it
in
full
career
,
having
won
the
day
.
—
Anything
for
a
quiet
life
,
laughed
Ciss
.
And
she
tickled
tiny
tot
’
s
two
cheeks
to
make
him
forget
and
played
here
’
s
the
lord
mayor
,
here
’
s
his
two
horses
,
here
’
s
his
gingerbread
carriage
and
here
he
walks
in
,
chinchopper
,
chinchopper
,
chinchopper
chin
.
But
Edy
got
as
cross
as
two
sticks
about
him
getting
his
own
way
like
that
from
everyone
always
petting
him
.
—
I
’
d
like
to
give
him
something
,
she
said
,
so
I
would
,
where
I
won
’
t
say
.
