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She's a good girl, Lo. She's all I hev." Lois brought a box over, lugging it heavily. "We hev n't chairs; but yoh'll sit down, Mr. Holmes?" laughing as she covered it with a cloth. "It'd a warm place, here. Father studies 'n his watch, 'n' I'm teacher," showing the torn old spelling-book. The old man came eagerly forward, seeing the smile flicker on Holmes's face. "It's slow work, Marster, slow.
She turned her fair face, and pale, greedy eyes, as she passed, and lifted her hand languidly in recognition of Holmes. Polston's face coloured. "I've heered," he said, holding out his grimy hand. "I wish yoh well, Stephen, boy. So'll the old 'oman. Yoh'll come an' see us, soon? Ye'r' lookin' fagged, an' yer eyes is gettin' more like yer father's.
I'm glad things is takin' a good turn with yoh; an' yoh'll never be like him, starvin' fur th' kind wured, an' havin' to die without it. I'm glad yoh've got true love. She'd a fair face, I think. I wish yoh well, Stephen." Holmes shook the grimy hand, and then stood a moment looking back to the mill, from which the hands were just coming, and then down at the phaëton moving idly down the road.
I'm glad things is takin' a good turn with yoh; an' yoh'll never be like him, starvin' fur th' kind wured, an' havin' to die without it. I'm glad yoh've got true love. She'd a fair face, I think. I wish yoh well, Stephen." Holmes shook the grimy hand, and then stood a moment looking back to the mill, from which the hands were just coming, and then down at the phaeton moving idly down the road.
She turned her fair face, and pale, greedy eyes, as she passed, and lifted her hand languidly in recognition of Holmes. Polston's face colored. "I've heered," he said, holding out his grimy hand. "I wish yoh well, Stephen, boy. So'll the old 'oman. Yoh'll come an' see us, soon? Ye 'r' lookin' fagged, an' yer eyes is gettin' more like yer father's.
"Am I dyin'?" she asked, with a frightened look at Holmes. He told her no, cheerfully. "I've no tho't o' dyin'. I dunnot thenk o' dyin'. Don't mind, dear! Yoh'll stay with me, fur good?" The man's paroxysm of fear for her over, his spite and cowardice came uppermost. "It's him," he yelped, looking fiercely at Holmes. "He's got my life in his hands. He kin take it.
"He got th' cart fur me, 'n' this blessed old donkey, 'n' my room. Did yoh ever see my room, Miss Marg'et?" Her face lighted suddenly with its peculiar childlike smile. "No? Yoh'll come some day, surely? It's a pore place, yoh'll think; but it's got th' air, th' air." She stopped to breathe the cold morning wind, as if she thought to find in its fierce freshness the life and brains she had lost.
"He got th' cart fur me, 'n' this blessed old donkey, 'n' my room. Did yoh ever see my room, Miss Marg'et?" Her face lighted suddenly with its peculiar childlike smile. "No? Yoh'll come some day, surely? It's a pore place, yoh'll think; but it's got th' air, th' air." She stopped to breathe the cold morning wind, as if she thought to find in its fierce freshness the life and brains she had lost.
"Am I dyin' now?" she asked, with a frightened look at Holmes. He told her no, cheerfully. "I've no tho't o' dyin'. I dunnot thenk o' dyin'. Don't mind, dear! Yoh'll stay with me, fur good?" The man's paroxysm of fear for her over, his spite and cowardice came uppermost. "It's him," he yelped, looking fiercely at Holmes. "He's got my life in his hands. He kin take it.
She's a good girl, Lo. She's all I hev." Lois brought a box over, lugging it heavily. "We hevn't chairs; but yoh'll sit down, Mr. Holmes?" laughing as she covered it with a cloth. "It's a warrm place, here. Father studies 'n his watch, 'n' I'm teacher," showing the torn old spelling-book. The old man came eagerly forward, seeing the smile flicker on Holmes's face. "It's slow work, master, slow.
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