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She sent no glance at Ann, nor did she see Fledra shrinking in the corner. No thought came to her weak brain save of the two men at grips with death. She staggered forward with a cry. "Lemmy, Lemmy, ye wouldn't kill yer own brat?... He's our little 'un!... Lemmy!... God!... Ye've killed him!"
"Citizen Laporte," the captain concluded, "knows for a certainty that the ci-devant Marquise and her brat are still there, even if the Marquis has fled like the traitor that he is.
"Has it ter do wid Misther Robert?" "Him and others." "Who is th' others?" the old man persisted. "That's my affair. 'Tis confidential, I tell you." "Not wid me, Jimmie," Riley begged; "not when I've watched over Misther Robert iver sence he was a little la-ad, not wid me when I've brought ye up fr'm a howlin' little brat.
"I'll tell you what you'll do with the brat," she replied; "whip it well first, and then bring it to the cross-roads, and leave the fairy in the ditch there for any one to take that pleases; for I have your child at home safe and sound as he was handed out of the window last night to me."
"I recollects when I was a little brat about two foot nothing, mother used to whack me all day long, and I used to cry in proportion. "I was sent to school at a penny a week, to keep me out of the way, and out of mischief. I screams with pain, which if I hadn't had the sense of feeling, of course I shouldn't have minded. He pulls up and gets out, and tells me he's very sorry.
If he combs the head of a little nigger brat out thar in Africy though no doubt he needs it why the missionary magazines an' papers are full of it. If he pulls the tooth of an old Injun chief who has a dozen wives taggin' around after 'im, the people hold up thar hands in wonder, an' call 'im a hero.
"Air ye a-blattin' 'cause ye thinks it air my brat? Aw, ye knows it ain't. Ye knows I air but a-takin' care of it till its ma can. If I swears by the student's God, will ye believe?" Young rose, white and nervous, from his chair. With tender fingers he placed the little one in the receptacle, set the rag securely between its lips, and turned to Tess. "I believe you, child," he said wearily.
It required great faith in a mother, who saw all her goods seized, for not going to church, the incarnate devils throwing the milk that was warming for her infant on the dunghill, and the skillet in which it was contained into the cart, answering her prayers for mercy on her babe. Let the brat of a heretic starve. Ed.
I could not help muttering. "If I'm a brat, you're a brute, sir. You have only to glance at the dictionary to see which is worse." He looked so impish, defying me, like a miniature Ajax, that with all the will in the world to box his ears, I burst out laughing. Checking my mirth as soon as I could, however, I covered its inappropriateness with a steely frown.
"And that," added Lilias, "would be best done by turning him out the same beggar's brat that your ladyship took him in." "Lilias speaks too rudely," continued the Lady, "but she has spoken the truth, young man; nor do I think I ought to spare that pride which hath so completely turned your head.
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