In her dark little brain already was the perception of
the trouble that good and stupid souls can cause to bold and reckless
ones. She would never bother with any one so feeble as Mary again, but,
unless she did, how was she ever to have any fun again?
Then as she climbed the stairs to her room, she was aware of something
else.
"I've caught you, after all. You _have_ been soft. You've yielded to
your better nature. Try as you may you can't get right away from it. Now
you'll have to reckon with me more than ever. You see you're not
stronger than I am."
Before she opened the door of her room she knew that she would find Him
there, triumphant.
With a gesture of impatient irritation she pushed the door open.
CHAPTER IX
YOUNG JOHN SCARLETT
I
That fatal September--the September that was to see young John take his
adventurous way to his first private school--surely, steadily
approached.
Mrs. Scarlett, an emotional and sentimental little woman, vibrating and
taut like a telegraph wire, told herself repeatedly that she would make
no sign. The preparations proceeded, the date--September 23rd--was
constantly evoked, a dreadful ghost, by the careless, light-hearted
family.
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