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There was neither movement nor sound save the frenzied dance of dust and the whistle of winds which seemed shunted southward from the north star. Runyon's hand travelled soothingly from Sylvia's shoulder to her cheek. He held her to him with a tender, eloquent pressure. He was the man, whose duty it was to protect; and she was the woman, in need of protection.
Doane had said, to give the black people their freedom. She only wished that she could tell her mother and father of the midnight journey. "But I will ask Mrs. Carleton the next time I go to the fort to let me tell Mother," she resolved. Grace was the first to arrive, and she declared that she wished that she was in Sylvia's place and need not go to school another day.
I dread the thought of going, more than parting with the jug. But for Sylvia's sake!" It was all over Spencervale by the next morning that Old Lady Lloyd had gone to town, carrying a carefully guarded box.
The next night the light in Sylvia's room burned very late, and the Old Lady watched it triumphantly, knowing the meaning of it. Sylvia was reading her father's poems, and the Old Lady in her darkness read them too, murmuring the lines over and over to herself. After all, giving away the book had not mattered so very much.
Robson had asked for it; but Sylvia's stock of last year's dead leaves was exhausted.
Shawls and scarfs and hoods the things were, I believe. When she finished one she gave it to some girl and began another. Every girl at Harbour Light that summer wore some distracting thing that had been fashioned by Miss Sylvia's slim, tireless, white fingers. She was old, with that beautiful, serene old age which is as beautiful in its way as youth.
"I do mind very much," he said, abruptly. "I think you are committing a breach of taste to stay here, and I would be greatly obliged if you would leave." And without really waiting for Sylvia's reply, he directed, "Back out of here, Ferris." The chauffeur cranked up, and sounded his horn which naturally had the effect of disturbing the meeting.
But more important and what I would so much like to persuade you to feel about as I feel is this:" and Sylvia's plain face worked with the strength of an emotion which few people had ever seen her display before "I want us to promise ourselves and one another that no matter what any fellow member of the Sunrise Hill Camp Fire Club ever does, or what mistake she may make, or even what sin she may commit, that no one of us will ever turn her back upon her or fail to do anything and everything in our power to help her and to make things happy and comfortable again.
Heidegger, who sat in his carved arm-chair, holding the rose of half a century, which he had rescued from among the fragments of the shattered vase. At the motion of his hand, the four rioters resumed their seats; the more readily, because their violent exertions had wearied them, youthful though they were. "My poor Sylvia's rose!" ejaculated Dr.
The latter heard him explain his errand with somewhat mixed feelings, for there were certain rather troublesome facts that must be mentioned. "Well," he said, "I have, of course, no objections to make; but, as one of her trustees, it's my duty to look after Sylvia's interests. As you know, she is not rich." "I suppose these points must he talked over," Bland said, with indifference.
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