She is
completely, in every sense of the word, her own mistress."
"Oh, no, she is not her own mistress, she is oppressed by a bogie. I
don't know the name of the bogie, or anything about it; but it is
shadowing all Maggie's life; it is taking the sunshine away from her,
and it is making it impossible for her to marry Mr. Hammond. They are
both so fond of each other; they have both noble hearts, but the
dreadful bogie spoils everything-- it keeps them apart. Dear Miss
Heath, I want you to come and kill the bogie."
"I must find out its name first," said Miss Heath.
CHAPTER XXIX
AT THE ELLIOT-SMITHS PARTY
ROSALIND MERTON had been in the wildest spirits all day; she had
laughed with the gayest, joined in all the games, thrown herself heart
and soul into every project which promised fun, which gave a
possibility for enjoyment. Rosalind's mood might have been described
as reckless. This was not her invariable condition. She was a girl
who, with all her gay spirits, took life with coolness. She was not
given to over-excitement; her nerves were too well balanced for
anything of this kind.
To-day, however, something seemed wrong with these equable nerves of
hers: she could not keep still; her voice was never quiet; her laugh
was constant.
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