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He took the cash-box out of the drawer, and turning to leave the shop, became aware that Stevie was still downstairs. What on earth is he doing there? Mr Verloc asked himself. What’s the meaning of these antics? He looked dubiously at his brother-in-law, but he did not ask him for information.
His jovial purple cheeks bristled with white hairs; and like Virgil’s Silenus, who, his face smeared with the juice of berries, discoursed of Olympian Gods to the innocent shepherds of Sicily, he talked to Stevie of domestic matters and the affairs of men whose sufferings are great and immortality by no means assured.
"All right, I'll take good care of 'em," Stevie answered, feeling very proud to have papa say this before everybody, and winked hard to prevent the tears, that would come, from falling. Then, as the gondola glided from the door, papa leaned over the side and waved his hand. "Don't forget the responsibilities, Steve," he called out.
"Don't be an idiot, Caro!" cut in her brother. "I told you to be sensible. Captain Warren's dead right." "Stevie, you stay out of this." There was no misunderstanding the captain's tone. "When I want your opinion I'll ask for it. And, Caroline, I want you to stay out, too. This is my trick at the wheel. Mrs. Dunn, what d'you say? Never mind the young folks.
And she only laid a hand on the spoon with which little Stevie hammered his plate. "I'd take it away and spank him myself, you know," confided Louise, Stevie's mother, to Alexina; "I do spank William." But all of life seemed to be moving for Harriet with serenity. Every trivial happening was swallowed up in the joy that death had spared her her husband.
Here, Ambrose, who had hitherto been pushed helplessly about, and knocked hither and thither, was driven up against Giles, and, to avoid falling and being trampled down, clutched hold of him breathless and panting. "Thou here!" exclaimed Giles. "Who would have thought of sober Ambrose in the midst of the fray?" See here, Stevie!" "Poor old Ambrose!" cried Stephen, "keep close to us!
The old man started from his bed, shaded his eyes, and exclaimed: "Stevie!" The father and son embraced, seeing which the sheriff proved that even sheriffs are human by snatching the circuit-rider in his arms and giving him a mighty hug. The father recovered and lived happily.
Paul Courtland stepped to his door and threw it back. "Come on, Court, see the fun!" called the football half-back, who was slopping along with two dripping fire-buckets of water. "What's doing?" "Swearing-match! Going to make Little Stevie cuss! Better get in on it. Some fight!
Stevie's mamma was very much troubled about this, for she dearly loved her little son, and she saw plainly that as the days went on instead of Stevie's getting the upper hand of his fault, his fault was getting the upper hand of him. So one day she and papa had a long, serious talk about Stevie, and then papa and Stevie had a long, serious talk about the fault.
Winnie after the death of her father found considerable consolation in the feeling that she need no longer tremble for poor Stevie. She could not bear to see the boy hurt. It maddened her. As a little girl she had often faced with blazing eyes the irascible licensed victualler in defence of her brother.
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