A momentary vision of what it would be to live without
Paul, to give up her kingdom in Skeaton, to have to start all over
again to acquire dominion in some new place, was enough for Grace.
She must find Paul a wife, and she must find some one who would
depend upon her, look up to her, obey her, who would, incidentally,
take some of the tiresome and monotonous drudgery off her shoulders.
The moment she saw Maggie she was resolved; here was just the
creature, a mouse of a girl, no parents, no money, no appearance,
nothing to make her proud or above herself, some one to be moulded
and trained in the way she should go. To her great surprise she
discovered that Paul was at once attracted by Maggie: had she ever
wondered at anything she would have wondered at this, but she
decided that it was because she herself had made the suggestion.
Dear Paul, he was always so eager to fall in with any of her
proposals.
Her mind misgave her a little when she saw that he was really in
love. What could he see in that plain, gauche, uncharming creature?
See something he undoubtedly did. However, that would wear off very
quickly.
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