You could have knocked me down with
less than a feather when I saw it in the Skeaton News, 'That can't
be my Margaret Cardinal,' I said, and yet it seemed so strange the
two names and all. Well, and then I found it really WAS the same. I
WAS astonished. You of all people the wife of a parson! However, you
know your own mind best, and I'm sure Mr. Trenchard's a very lucky
man. So you can just start off and curse me, Maggie, as much as you
like."
The strange thing was that as Maggie listened to this she felt a
desire to embrace rather than curse. Of course Caroline had done her
harm, she had, perhaps ruined Martin's life as well as her own, but
the mistake had been originally Maggie's in trusting Caroline with
more confidence than her volatile nature would allow her to hold.
And now, as she looked at Caroline and saw that pretty pink and
white face, the slim beautiful body, the grace and gaiety, and
childish amiability, her whole soul responded. Here was a friend,
even though an indiscreet one, here was some one from home, the one
human being in the whole of Skeaton who knew the old places and the
old people, the Chapel, and the aunts--and Martin.
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