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Walpole, Hugh, Sir, 1884-1941

"The Captives"

Where's that note?" She hesitated, looking
at Maggie with a wicked gleam in her pale blue eyes. "You know,
Maggie, I can't make up my mind. I've had an offer of marriage."
"I'm so glad, Caroline," said Maggie.
"Yes, but I don't know what to do. It's a man--Mr. Purdie. His
father's ever so rich and they've got a big place down at Skeaton."
"Where's that?" asked Maggie.
"Oh, don't you know? Skeaton-on-Sea. It's a seaside resort. I've
known William for a long time. His father knows father. He came to
tea last week, and proposed. He's rather nice although he's so
silent."
"Why don't you marry him then?" asked Maggie.
"Well, I know Martin Warlock's going to ask me. It's been getting
closer and closer. I expect he will this week. Of course, he isn't
so safe as William, but he's much more exciting. And he's got quite
a lot of money of his own."
Strange, the sure, confident, happy security that Maggie felt in her
heart at this announcement.
"I should wait for Martin Warlock," she said. "He'd be rather fun to
marry."
"Do you think so?" answered Caroline. "Do you know, I believe I
will.


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