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'Only an invalid's fancy,' said Mary, stooping down to kiss the pale
forehead, so full of thought and care; 'only a morbid fancy, nursed in
the monotony of this quiet room. Maulevrier and Jack and I must find
some way of amusing you.'
'You will never amuse me out of that conviction, my dear. I can see the
shadows lengthening and the sands running out. There are but a few
grains left in the glass, Mary; and while those last I should like to
see you and Mr. Hammond married. I should like to feel that your fate is
settled before I go. God knows what confusion and trouble may follow my
death.'
This was said with a sharp ring of despair.
'I am not going to leave you, grandmother,' said Mary.
'Not even for the man you love? You are a good girl, Mary. Lesbia has
forsaken me for a lesser temptation.'
'Grandmother, that is hardly fair. It was your own wish to have Lesbia
presented this season,' remonstrated Mary, loyal to the absent.
'True, my dear. I saw she was very tired of her life here, and I thought
it was better.


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