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The temptation was to go, to get as far from the scene of my trouble as I could; but, after all, what did it matter? I could never flee from that trouble. "All right, Hephzy," I said. "I'll stay, if it pleases you." "Thank you, Hosy. It may be foolish, our stayin', but I don't believe it is. And and there's somethin' else. I don't know whether I ought to tell you or not.
I could feel the arm on my shoulder start. Hephzy bent down and looked into my face. I tried to avoid the scrutiny, but she looked and looked. Then she drew a long breath. "Hosy!" she exclaimed. "Hosy!" "Don't speak to me. Oh, Hephzy," with a bitter laugh, "did you ever dream there could be such a hopeless lunatic as I am! You needn't say it. I know the answer." "Hosy! Hosy! you poor boy!"
Hosy," with a sudden burst of confidence, "it's a good thing I saw that Lord Erskine first. If I hadn't found out what a live lord looked like I'd have thought Henry was one sure. Do you really think it's right for me to call him by his Christian name? It seems sort of sort of irreverent, somehow." I wish it were possible for me to describe in detail our first days at Bancroft's.
But but how is it all goin' to end? I don't know." I didn't know either. "I had hoped," I said, "that, living with us as she does, she might come to know and understand us to learn that we couldn't be the sort she has believed us to be. Then it seems to me we might tell her and she would listen to reason." "I I'm afraid we can't wait long. You see, there's another thing, Hosy.
I'm scared to death that he and this Heathcroft man will have some sort of of a fight or somethin'. That would be awful, wouldn't it!" I did not answer. My apprehensions were not on Herbert Bayliss's account. He could look out for himself. It was Frances' happiness I was thinking of. "Hosy," said Hephzy, very seriously indeed, "there's somethin' else. I'm not sure that Mr.
As we turned a corner a smaller bird rose from the grass beside the road and soared upward, singing with all its little might until it was a fluttering speck against the sky. Hephzy watched it, her eyes shining. "I believe," she cried, excitedly, "I do believe that is a skylark. Do you suppose it is?" "A lark, yes, lady," said our driver. "A lark, a real skylark! Just think of it, Hosy.
She had gone and when I reached the door she had turned the corner of the corridor. When Hephzy came I told her of the visit and what had taken place. "That's queer," said Hephzy. "I can't think what she meant. I don't know of any other relatives she's got except Strickland Morley's tribe. And they threw him overboard long, long ago. I can't understand who she meant; can you, Hosy?"
"If I was sure," mused Hephzy, "that she was in love with Herbert Bayliss, then 'twould be all right, I suppose. They would get married and it would be all right or near right wouldn't it, Hosy." I said nothing. The next morning I saw her. She came to inquire for me and Hephzy brought her into my room for a stay of a minute or two.
It may be patriotism or it may be the race pride and reserve we hear so much about but, whatever it is, it's fine. They've all got it, men and women and children. I presume likely the boy that stood on the burnin' deck would have said 'twas a bit sultry, and that's all.... What is it, Hosy?" I had uttered an exclamation. A young man had just reeled by us on his way forward.
He was about as polite as a pig. And all he needs is a hand-organ and a monkey to be an Italian. A body couldn't tell the difference without specs. What did you get those tarpaulins for, Hosy?" I covered our traveling bags with one of the tarpaulins, as I saw our fellow-passengers doing, and the other I tucked about Hephzy, enveloping her from her waist down. "I don't need that," she protested.
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