You mustn't think about
the money--"
With a sudden impulse she arose, almost brushing her aunt aside.
"Ah! that's not it--that's not it!" she cried. Then, recovering
herself a little, she went on--"It's all right, Aunt Anne. I'm all
right. I'm going out for a little. If I'm not back for lunch, don't
wait. Something cold, anything, tell Ellen--"
At the sudden mention of that name she stopped, coloured a little,
turned away and left the room. In the hall she nearly ran against
the cook. The woman was standing there, motionless, breathing
deeply, her eyes fixed upon the dining-room. When she saw Maggie,
she moved as though she would speak, then something in the girl's
face checked her. She drew back into the shadow.
Maggie left the house.
The brother and sister, remaining in the room, walked towards one
another as though driven by some common need of sympathy and
protection against an outside power. Mathew Cardinal felt a genuine
indignation that had but seldom figured in his life before. He had
hated his brother, always, and never so greatly as at the moments of
the man's reluctant charity towards him.
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