Yes; there they were; she felt them.
Her happiness had seemed a dream without that proof of its reality. For
once she gave way to imagination, and allowed that magician to build
castles in the air at will. Thurston and herself must go to England
immediately to take possession of the estate; that was certain. Then
they must return. But ere that she would confide to him her darling
project; one that she had never breathed to any, because to have done so
would have been vain; one that she had longingly dreamed of, but never,
as now, hoped to realize. And Edith--she would make Edith so
comfortable! Edith should be again surrounded with the elegancies and
refinements of life. And Miriam--Miriam should have every advantage of
education that wealth could possibly secure for her, either in this
country or in Europe. If Edith would spare Miriam, the little girl
should go with her to England. But Thurston--above all, Thurston! A
heavy drop of rain struck Marian in the face, and, for an instant, woke
her from her blissful reverie.
She looked up. Why did not Thurston come? The storm would soon burst
forth upon the earth; where was Thurston? Were he by her side there
would be nothing formidable in the storm, for he would shelter her with
his cloak and umbrella, as they should scud along over the fields to the
cottage, and reach the fireside before the rain could overtake them.
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