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She had seen fear and, if she had stayed a few moments longer, she would have seen downright brutality. Her hand, reaching out, clutched Bennie's hand. "Dear," she said and realized, from the startled expression of his eyes, that he had not often been called "Dear," "is it always like that, in your home?" Bennie looked up into her eyes.
Consternation has corrugated the brows of the aborigines. Consternation twice confounded had added a wrinkle or two to my collection. We are homeless. That is, we are Knapfless we, to whom the Knapfs spelled home. Herr Knapf, mustache aquiver, and Frau Knapf, cheek bones glistening, broke the news to us one evening just a week after the exciting day which so changed Bennie's life.
That night when the orator was dreaming that he had been chosen Grand Master of the Brotherhood, his wife stole out of the room and put the things in Bennie's sock, and then, just to please Bennie, she put a rubber rattle in the baby's little stocking.
Bennie's journey had gone for naught. He had arrived just too late to talk it all over with his fellow-scientist, and discuss those little improvements on Hiroshito's theory. Pax was dead! He sat down wearily, noticing for the first time that his ears pained him. In his depression and excitement he had totally forgotten the Ring. He wondered how he was ever going to get back to Cambridge.
I s'pose it'll come out, in time. Only remember, I've got twenty coming, win or lose." "Of course" Gray waved toward the dresser, upon which was a handful of bills. "Help yourself. Better make it twenty-five. Then wait outside, please. We will join you in a few minutes." "And don't make it thirty," Bennie's traveling companion sharply cautioned.
"Mother, do you hear what she says!" cried Mr. Brooks, forgetting himself, and trying to sit up in bed. But his wife had broken down, and was polishing Bennie's shoe with her tears. "O, will you take me? Can I go to that doctor?" cried Maria, forgetting her timidity, and turning her sightless eyes towards Mrs. Allen with a joyful look, which seemed to glow through the lids.
She only stared her dislike, her little pig eyes grown smaller and more glittering. "You great big thing!" I shrieked at her, like an infuriated child. With the tears streaming down my cheeks I unclasped Bennie's cold hands from about my neck. He clung to me, frantically, until I had to push him away and run. The woman swung the door shut, and locked it.
Thornton had read his papers on induced radiation, thermic equilibrium, and had one of Bennie's famous Gem Home Cookers in his own little bachelor apartment. Hooker would know. And if he didn't he'd tell you so, without befogging the atmosphere with a lot of things he did know, but that wouldn't help you in the least.
Then it was that I, quite unwittingly, stepped into Bennie's life. There was an anniversary, or a change in the board of directors, or a new coat of paint or something of the kind in one of the orphan homes, and the story fell to me. I found the orphan home to be typical of its kind a big, dreary, prison-like structure. The woman at the door did not in the least care to let me in.
Then, on the fifth Tuesday, Bennie's mother appeared. How she had come to be that child's mother God only knows or perhaps He had had nothing to do with it. She was terribly sober and frightened. Her face was swollen and bruised, and beneath one eye there was a puffy green-and-blue swelling. Her sordid story was common enough as the probation officer told it.
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