Presently, however, she recurred
to her original question.
"If you were not marching about, would you let me come and
live with you?" she asked again.
"Indeed, I do not say that I would," said Graham, laughing,
"and I don't mean to settle down for a long time yet; I have
to make my fortune, you know."
"To make your fortune!" cries Madelon, pricking up her ears at
the sound of the words, for indeed they had a most familiar
ring in them; "why, I could do that for you," she added after
a moment's pause.
"Could you?" said Graham absently; he did not follow out her
thought in the least, and, in fact, hardly heard what she
said, for the words were suggestive to him also, and carried
with them their own train of ideas.
"Yes, and I will too," says Madelon, in one brief moment
conceiving, weighing, and forming a great resolution. "Ah, I
know how to do it--I know, and I will; I promise you, and I
always keep my promises, you know. I promised papa that I
would never become a nun, and I never will."
"Indeed, I cannot fancy you a nun at all," said Graham,
rousing himself, and getting up.
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