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Cordelia sighed, seemingly not at all offended by the question. Its taken some time, but, yes, it is what I want. Im going to be traveling, and in truth, Im tired of carrying the full weight on my own. The admission so surprised both women that they were silent for the space of a few heartbeats.
I would love to come back and teach, Marcail said after some moments. But it would have to be under the terms I mentioned to you previously, including my hair and dress.
Cordelias eyes roved over Marcails trim figure. Im sure that will be fine. Ill tell Stanley to work out the details with you. Neither Richard nor I will be on the school board, and I know that Stanley Flynn and the other men have only the towns best interests in mind.
Cordelia stood then, and Marcail followed suit. She moved toward the door, and Marcail thought she seemed defeated. At one time the thought might have pleased her, but not now.
Thank you for coming, Mrs. Duckworth, Marcail said when it looked as though she would leave without a word.
I dont suppose well be seeing much of each other in the weeks to come, but Sydney keeps me informed. The older woman paused and looked Marcail in the eye. He thinks the world of you, did you know?
I realize that. I think quite of bit of him too.
Yes, I can see that you do was all the older woman said as she moved out the door, pulled herself into the carriage, and went on her way.
As the coach pulled away from the house, Cordelia contemplated the serene loveliness of Marcail Montgomerys face. Her home was small and a bit run down, but she seemed as content as a queen in a palace. Cordelia thought about her own home with its servants and beautiful furniture, and knew in an instant that it had never given her an ounce of happiness or peace.
Her happiness comes from another source, Cordelia whispered as the coach moved along, and for the first time she forced herself to think about all Sydney had told her of his faith in Jesus Christ.
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Im worried about this sudden depression youve fallen into, Alex teased Marcail as she nearly danced around the kitchen. It was the first day of school, and she was so excited she could hardly eat. In fact, she hadnt even sat down. Shed had a piece of bread in her hand at one point, but had laid it down and now couldnt find it.
With only three days to prepare, she kept thinking of new items she wanted to take back to school. Alex hadnt seen her standing still since he arrived home after Cordelia Duckworths visit.
Is my dress too low? Marcail asked suddenly, her huge eyes watching her husbands face with concern.