Hammond is any longer a person of special interest
to me."
"Oh, Maggie, Maggie, if you only would--"
"Good night, Nancy," interrupted Maggie. She kissed her friend and
went back to her room. There she sat down before her bureau and
prepared to write a letter. "I must not lose any time," she said to
herself; "I must help these people substantially; I must do something
to rescue poor Prissie from a life of drudgery. Fancy Prissie, with
her genius, living the life of an ordinary underpaid teacher: it is
not to be thought of for a moment! Something must be done to put the
whole family on a different footing, but that, of course, is for the
future. From Priscilla's account they want immediate aid. I have two
five-pound notes in my purse: Geoffrey shall have them and enclose
them to the clergyman who is his relation and who lives near
Priscilla's home."
Maggie wrote her letter rapidly. She thought it cold; she meant it to
be a purely business note; she did not intend Hammond to see even the
glimpse of her warm heart under the carefully studied words. "I am
sick of money," she said to him, "but to some people it is as the
bread of life. Ask your friend to provide food and warmth without a
moment's delay for these poor people out of the trifle I enclose.
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