I don't think it matters what he does or where he is so
far as loving him goes. But that doesn't mean I'm sitting and
pining. I'm not."
Miss Avies looked at her with displeasure.
"It's the same thing then," she said. "You may fancy you're going to
lead an ordinary life again, but all the time you'll just be waiting
for him to come back."
"No," said Maggie, "I shall not. I've had plenty of time for
thinking these last weeks, and I've made up my mind to his never
coming back--never at all. And even if he did come back he mightn't
want me. So I'm not going to waste time about it. I shall find work
and make myself useful somewhere, but I shall always love Martin
just as I do now."
"You're rery young," said Miss Avies, touched in spite of herself.
"Later on you'll find some one much better than young Warlock."
"Perhaps I shall," said Maggie. "But what's the use of that if he
isn't Martin? I've heard people say that before--some one's 'better'
or 'stronger' or 'wiser.'--But what has that got to do with it? I
love Martin because he's Martin. He's got a weak character you say.
That's why he wants me, and I want to be wanted more than anything
on earth.
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