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Only by dodging from the shadow of one big elm to another did he manage to reach the Appian Way the street given in the university catalogue as Bennie's habitat alive. As he swung open the little wicket gate he realized with an odd feeling that it was the same house where Hooker had lived when a student, twenty-five years before.
Bennie's story was common enough, but Bennie himself had been different. Ten minutes after his first appearance in the court room everyone, from the big, bald judge to the newest probation officer, had fallen in love with him. Somehow, you wanted to smooth the hair from his forehead, tip his pale little face upward, and very gently kiss his smooth, white brow.
"Lily," she said slowly, "can't spick 'r hear.... An' she's blind!" Rose-Marie started back from the child with a sickening sense of shock. All at once she realized the reason why Bennie's eyes grew tender at the mention of his little sister why Ella forgot anger and suspicion when Lily came into the room. She understood why Mrs. Volsky's dull voice held love and sorrow.
She had felt, many times before, a slowing up in conversations she had seen the bitterness drain from Ella's face, the stolidness from Bennie's. She had even seen Pa, half intoxicated, turn and go quietly from a room that Lily was entering. And now, as she watched, she saw a spark leap into the dullness of Mrs. Volsky's eyes. With a gentle hand she reached out to the child, drew her close.
All at once she remembered what Bennie had said to her, the day before, in the park. "I love Lily," he had told her, "I wouldn't let nobody hurt Lily! If any one even Pa, so much as spoke mean to her I'd kill him...." Glancing about the room, at the faces of the others, she sensed a silent echo of Bennie's words. Mrs.
Thornton was scrutinizing Bennie's rough diagram. "This ring discharge," he meditated; "I wonder if it isn't something like a sunspot. You know the spots are electron vortices with strong magnetic fields. I'll bet you the Savaroff disintegrating rays come from the spots and not from the whole surface of the sun!"
Leading the lot was a sort of whaleboat propelled by two oars on one side and one on the other, and in the sternsheets sat a rosy-cheeked, good-natured looking man with a smooth-shaven face who Bennie knew must be Malcolm Holliday. "Hello, Cap!" shouted Holliday. "Any passengers?" The captain from the pilot house waved contemptuously in Bennie's general direction. "Howdy!" said Holliday.
He hasn't seen a priest for ten months or so, and he's afraid of the loup-garou, for all I know. So he comes down river, takes his Newport season here at Moisie, and goes to mass and staves off the loup-garou. They're all here now. Maybe you can get a couple to go up river and maybe you can't." Then observing Bennie's crestfallen expression, he added: "But we'll see. Perhaps you can get Marc St.
"And I suppose," he remarked, with an effort at solemnity, "that gentlemen don't pass ladies' names about between 'em I suppose that you wouldn't tell me who this lady of yours may be, even though I'd like to meet her?" Bennie's lips closed in a hard little line that quirked up at one end. He shook his head. "I'd ruther not," he said very slowly. "Say Where's th' Scout Club?"
With the entrance of Frau Nirlanger the consultation was somewhat disturbed. She made a quick rush at him and gathered him in her hungry arms. "Du baby du!" she cried. "Du Kleiner! And she was down on her knees, and somehow her figure had melted into delicious mother-curves, with Bennie's head just fitting into that most gracious one between her shoulder and breast.
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