"
They were shown up to the big roomy bedroom, smelling of candles and
clover and lavender. Martin stood there looking about, then--
"Oh, Martin, isn't it nice!" Maggie cried. "I do hope you'll be
happy here!"
The emotion of returning home, of seeing the old places, sniffing
the old scents, reviving the old memories was too much for her. She
flung her arms round his neck and kissed him on the lips. For a
moment, for a wonderful moment it seemed that he was going to
respond. She felt him move towards her. His hands tightened about
hers. Then, but very gently, he drew away from her and walked to the
window.
CHAPTER III
THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE
Maggie, before she left London, had written both to Paul and Mr.
Magnus giving them her new address. She had intended to see Magnus,
but Martin's illness had absorbed her so deeply that she could not
proceed outside it. She told him quite frankly that she was going
down to Glebeshire with Martin and that she would remain with him
there until he was well. She did not try to defend herself; she did
not argue the case at all; she simply stated the facts.
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