He mustn't be excited just now. His heart's
so bad. Any little thing . . . We must wait."
She saw that he was scarcely realising her at all. She choked down
all questions that concerned themselves. She simply agreed, nodding
her head.
He did look at her then, smiling as he used to do.
"It's awfully hard on us. It won't be for more than a day or two.
But I must put things right at home or it will be all up. I don't
care for the others, of course, but if anything happened to father
through me . . ." He told her to write to the Charing Cross post-
office. He would do the same. In a day or two it would be all right.
He pressed her hand and was gone.
When she looked about her the street seemed quite empty although it
was full of people. She threw up her head. She wouldn't be beaten by
anybody . . . only, it was lonely going back to the house and all of
them . . . alone . . . without Martin.
She cried a little on her way home. But they were the last tears she
shed.
CHAPTER IX
THE INSIDE SAINTS
Maggie, when she was nearly home, halted suddenly. She stopped as
when on the threshold of a room that should be empty one sees
waiting a stranger.
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