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It did not occur to Ralph that Derry, without his millions, was formidable. Ralph's idea of a man's attractiveness for women was founded on his belief in their admiration of good looks, and their liking for the possession of, as he would himself have expressed it, "plenty of pep" and "go."
The ball had passed through his body; it would not have to be extracted, and this was an advantage. With his rustic hands, to which he endeavored to impart a feminine tenderness, he tried to form tampons of lint to introduce into the wounds, which continued gently emitting the red liquid. Margalida, wrinkling her brows and turning away to avoid meeting Febrer's eyes, at last brushed Pèp aside.
"Flower of the Almond? A pretty name." Encouraged by the señor's approbation, the youth continued talking. The "Flower of the Almond" was Margalida, the daughter of señor Pèp of Can Mallorquí.
She sits around, staring at the wall, and when I try to put some of her usual pep into her she won't listen. She's all changed since that taste of the country, and I figure she won't get on her feet again without a big yank up. She keeps on saying to herself, like a sort of song, 'Oh, Gawd, for a sight of the trees, and I've known girls end it quick when they get that way." Martin got up.
Bind them don't let 'em get away Where's the water? "Water, water everywhere, Upon the deep blue sea; Water, water, here and there, But not a drop for me! "That used to be Doc's favorite song. Why don't you give poor Tom a drink? Where's Betty? She'll give her brother what he wants. Oh, Pep, Pep, don't leave your dad to die of thirst!" Richard uttered an exclamation, and grasped Frank's arm.
Gettin' the can tied to him was always Skeet's specialty. No mystery about that, either; for of all the useless specimens that ever grafted cigarettes he was about the limit. All he lacks is pep and bean and a few other trifles. You wouldn't exactly call him ornamental, either. No, him and that Apolloniris guy was quite diff'rent in their front and side elevation.
"You there, Maggie," he ordered, "chin up a bit more, some flash in your eyes, more pep in your bearing as though you were asking all the dames of the Winter Garden, and the Charity Ball, and the Horse Show, and that gang of tea-swilling women at the Ritzmore you sell cigarettes to as though you were asking them all who the dickens they think they are... O God, can't you do anything!"
"How long ago is that?" "'Most three years. It's been tough times since then." And Pep suddenly raised his coat sleeve to wipe away two big tears that had started to come down his cheeks. "Did you ever know anything of an Uncle Doc?" asked Richard suddenly. Pep gave a cry. "What do you know of my Uncle Doc?" he exclaimed trembling. "Oh, Mr. Dare, did he did he " "What? Send me here?
When Febrer found himself in a room in Can Mallorquí, lying on a white bed perhaps Margalida's bed he began to recall the events of a short time before. He had walked to the farmhouse supported by Pèp and the Little Chaplain, feeling on his back sympathetic, trembling hands.
"Yes, but 'tain't fresh," replied Pep. "I'll get some." And catching up a pail, he ran out of the room and down the stairs. "That man has a raging fever," declared Frank, after a careful look at the sufferer. "There ought to be more ventilation here," said Richard, "I'm going to open that window." For the dormer window, the only one in the place, was tightly closed. It was no easy job.
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