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Updated: June 11, 2025
No sooner had his visitor closed the door than Horace stooped and picked up the paper from under his foot. Going to the window, he opened the sheet, smoothed it out, and read: "Mr. Brimbecomb. "I told you I got the letter you wrote me, and you know I can't ever love you. I hate your kisses they made me lie to Sister Ann, and I couldn't tell Brother Horace how it happened.
She was scrambling up the ladder as she spoke, and her last words were uttered in the darkness of the loft. Ann could hear the girl moving about overhead, and heard the dragging of a box across the floor. Then another sound broke upon her ears, and before she could move toward the door it opened, and a shabby, one-armed man shuffled in, followed by Everett Brimbecomb.
Several times Brimbecomb had refused to further his acquaintance with the twins. "I only wish he would like those poor children," said she. "I care so little what our other friends think!" Shellington pondered a moment. He reflected on Flea's beseeching face as she pleaded for Flukey, and he decided that the censure of all his acquaintances could not take his protection from her.
"You do not mean, Everett, that you wish to gain my consent that Fledra and Floyd should go back to Ithaca?" Brimbecomb also rose. "Fledra and Floyd!" he mimicked smilingly. "What a farce it all is! And how foolish to give them such names! I should think the governor and his wife would feel complimented that those kids were called for them! They are but paupers, after all!"
From here he eyed the Brimbecomb mansion for some minutes; then he cast his glance to the steps of the Shellington home beyond. After a few seconds a young man ran down the stairs, and Lon slunk back to Lem in the toolhouse. An instant later both men were startled by the cry of an owl. Lem rose uneasily, while Lon stared into the darkness. "That weren't a real owl, were it, Lon?" Lem muttered.
This morning Fledra was not in her bedroom, and for awhile I thought she had not heeded our cautions, but had gone out for a walk. But Mr. Brimbecomb has just told me that Fledra went back with your father, and that, she had not been forced to go." "I don't believe it!" The boy's voice was sharp with agony. "Pappy Lon made her go ye can bet on that, Sister Ann!
Brimbecomb threw out an arm with an impetuous swing; but Fledra darted under it. "Don't don't!" she cried brokenly. "Don't you never touch me, never never! I don't want you to! Let me go now, please." Everett stepped aside and allowed her to reach the door. "I shall help you, if I can, child," he put in, as she sprang out. "Remember " But Fledra did not wait to hear.
Get up, or I'll kick you out of the house! Get out, I say! Every word you've uttered is a lie!" "I don't lie," cried Scraggy. "Ye be my boy. Ain't ye got a long dig on ye from from yer neck to yer arm a red cut yer pappy made that night I gived ye to the Brimbecomb woman? The place were a bleedin' and a bleedin' all through your baby dress. Wait! I'll show ye where it is."
Vandecar is very much in sympathy with the boy. She has seen him, since talking with you." Everett stood up abruptly. "She has changed her mind; so her letter tells me, Brimbecomb," went on the elder man, "and, as I am working with Horace, and this thing touches him so deeply, I shall have to ask you not to come to me for advice or help.
A man was lifting a woman in his arms, and the downward fall of her head gave evidence of her unconsciousness. As the front door opened, the squatter and the scowman retreated to their quarters. When Everett Brimbecomb threw the body of Screech Owl into the cemetery, both were peering out. They saw the man carry the figure off into the shadows, marking that he returned alone.
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