She never conceived that she was not to have
final power in her own house; Paul had as yet denied her nothing.
She moved the pictures and the pots and the crochet work down from
the attic and replaced them where they had been-or, nearly replaced
them. She found it already rather amusing to puzzle Grace by
changing their positions from day to day so that Grace was
bewildered and perplexed.
Grace said nothing--only solidly and with panting noises (she
suffered from shortness of breath) plodded up and down the house,
reassuring herself that all her treasures were safe.
Maggie, in fact, enjoyed herself during the weeks immediately
following Grace's return. Paul seemed tranquil and happy; there were
no signs of fresh outbreaks of the strange passion that had so
lately frightened her. Maggie herself found her duties in connection
with the Church and the house easier than she had expected. Every
one seemed very friendly. Grace chattered on with her aimless
histories of unimportant events and patted Maggie's hand and smiled
a great deal. Surely all was very well. Perhaps this was the life
for which Maggie was intended.
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