By
now they had filled the Chapel to its utmost limits, but there was
not one human being there who did not seem to have the appearance of
having been especially selected from other less interesting human
beings. It was not that the forces that surrounded her were
especially interesting, but she felt that all of them had taken on
some especial dramatic character from the occasion. Such
personalities as Aunt Anne and Miss Avies were in any case vivid and
dramatic, but to-night Aunt Elizabeth and the placidly rotund Mrs.
Smith, who was sitting in the front row with her mouth open, and
simple little Miss Pyncheon, Aunt Anne's friend, were remarkable and
exceptional.
Then suddenly Maggie caught sight of Martin. He was sitting in the
extreme right next the wall; his ill-tempered sister was next to
him. Maggie could only see his head and shoulders, but she realised
at once that he had been, for a long time, trying to catch her eye.
He smiled at her an intimate peculiar smile that sent the blood
flooding to her face and made her heart beat with happiness. At the
moment of her smiling she realised that Miss Avies' dim eye was upon
her.
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