You
face it, my girl. You say to yourself--well, he wasn't such a
wonderful young man after all. I can lead my life all right without
him--of course I can. I'm not going to be dependent on him and sigh
and groan and waste away because I can't see him. I know what it is.
I've been through it myself."
Then there was a pause; then Maggie suddenly looked up and smiled.
"But you're quite wrong, Miss Avies. I've no intention of not facing
Martin, and I've no intention either of having my life ruined
because he's not here. At first, when I was very ill, I was unhappy,
and then I saw how silly I was."
"Why?" said Miss Avies with great pleasure. "You've got over it
already! I must say I'm delighted because I never thought much of
Martin Warlock if you want to know, my dear. I always thought him a
weak young man, and he wouldn't have done you any good. I'm
delighted--indeed I am."
"That's not true either," said Maggie quietly. "If by getting over
it you mean that I don't love Martin you're quite wrong. I loved him
the first moment I saw him and I shall love him in just the same way
until I die.
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