looks toward the track of the distant brook. “The boat is waiting for me. You’ll tell your cousin?”
“Yes.”
“That I brought the music, I mean?”
“Yes.”
“And that Philip is come back?”
“Yes.” (Maggie did not notice Philip’s name this time.)
“Won’t you come out a little way into the garden?” said Stephen, in a still gentler tone; but the next moment he was vexed that she did not say “No,” for she moved away now toward the open window, and he was obliged to take his hat and walk by her side. Braydon Coburn Jersey But he thought of something to make him amends.
“Do take my arm,” he said, in a low tone, as if it were a secret.
There is something strangely winning to most women in that offer of the firm arm; the help is not wanted physically at that moment, but the sense of help, the presence of strength that is outside them and yet theirs, meets a continual want of the imagination. Either on that ground or some other, Maggie took the arm. And they walked together round the grassplot and under the drooping green of the laburnums, in the same dim, dreamy state as they Jay Bouwmeester Jersey had been in a quarter of an hour before; only that Stephen had had the Tyson Jost Jersey look he longed for, without yet perceiving in himself the symptoms of returning reasonableness, and Maggie had darting thoughts across the dimness — how came he to be there? Why Timberland Boots had she come out? Not a word was spoken. If it had been, each would have been less intensely conscious of the other.
“Take care of this step,” said Stephen at last.
“Oh, I will go in now,” said Maggie, feeling that the Carey Price Jersey step had come like a rescue. “Good-evening.”
In an instant she had withdrawn her arm, and was running back to the house. She did not reflect that this sudden action would only add to the embarrassing recollections of the last half-hour. She had no thought left for that. She only threw herself into the low arm-chair, and burst into tears.
“Oh, Philip, Philip, I wish we were together again — so quietly — in the Red Deeps.”
Stephen looked after her a moment, then went on to the boat, and was soon landed at the wharf. He spent the evening in the billiard-room, smoking one cigar after another, and losing “lives” at pool. But Ryan Miller Jersey he would not leave off. He was determined not to think — not to admit any more distinct remembrance than was urged upon him by the Naiset Parajumpers Masterpiece Mary JO perpetual presence of Maggie. He was looking at her, and she was on his arm.
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