He was sure going to
put Maggie across! And in doing so, he was going to do what was right
by yours truly.
All seemed perfect in Barney's world. . . .
And while Barney sat exulting over triumphs already achieved and those
inevitably to be achieved, Maggie lay in her new bed dreaming exultant
dreams of her own: heedless of the regular snoring which resounded in
the adjoining room--for the excellent Miss Grierson, while able to
keep her every act in perfect form while in the conscious state,
unfortunately when unconscious had no more control of the goings-on of
her mortal functions than the lowliest washwoman. Maggie's flights of
fancy circled round and round Larry. She stifled any excuses or
insurgent yearnings for him. He'd deserved what he had got. Already,
contrary to his predictions, she had made a tremendous advance into
her brilliant future. She would show him! Yes, she would show him! Oh,
but she was going to do things!
But while she dreamed thus, shaping a magnificent destiny--an
independent, self-engineered young woman, so very, very confident of
the great future she was going to achieve through the supremacy of her
own will and her own abilities--no slightest surmise came into her
mind that Barney Palmer was making plans by which her will was to
count as naught and by which he was to be the master of her fate, and
that the furtive, yielding Old Jimmie was also dreaming a patient
dream in which she was to be a mere chess-piece which was to capture a
long-cherished game.
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