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Everett came forward and crowded back her words with: "And I came for the same person!" Brimbecomb reasoned quickly that he dared not tell Ann the truth, and that so long as she thought his actions were for Fledra's welfare she would stand by him. "I found out that these ruffians had taken her, and I came after her. I thought a good school would be better than this."
"Everett," she said brokenly, "your own mother is here, and she wants you to speak to her." Brimbecomb partly rose, and, in scanning those in the hut, his eyes fell upon Screech Owl. The tense agony seemed for an instant to leave his face, and it fell into more boyish lines. "Little 'un pretty little 'un," whispered Scraggy "yer mammy loves ye, and Lemmy loved ye, too, if he did hit ye!"
Brimbecomb had appeared with a dark-haired baby boy, announcing that from that day on he would take the place of her own child who had died a few months before. No person had told Everett that the millionaire was not his father, nor was he made to understand that the mother and the home were not his by right of birth.
Suddenly she heard a rapid step upon the road and crept back again to the corner of the building. Everett Brimbecomb was passing under the arc light, and Fledra could see his handsome face plainly in its rays. He stopped a moment and looked at Shellington's house, with a shrug of his shoulders. Again he resumed his way; but halted as Fledra called his name softly.
Only once had Flea faltered a request that she be allowed to stay at home; but Horace had melted her objections without expelling her fear. To Ann's instructions concerning conduct she had listened with a heavy heart. Everett Brimbecomb opened the front door as Flea approached it. She stopped short before him, and he drew in a sharp, quick breath. Flea was uncertain just what to do.
Shellington opened the dining-room door and went out hurriedly, leaving Everett Brimbecomb and Katherine Vandecar still surveying the disarranged table. "It all seems strange to me, Katherine; I mean this," said Everett, waving his hand. "I scarcely believed Horace when he said he had allowed it." As he spoke, he approached the table and lifted the soiled cloth between his fingers.
"And I know that she is some wild, beautiful thing different from any other woman living. And I've pictured my father in my mind's eyes a million times, since I have found out I am not really Everett Brimbecomb." "But Mr. and Mrs. Brimbecomb have done everything for you "
For an instant only did she halt, and, somber-eyed, glance over the graves. She could easily mark the spot where she had lain so long with Floyd, and tears welled into her eyes as she thought of him. How many things had happened since then! In hasty review came week after week of the time she had spent with Horace and Ann. How she loved them both! Turning, she scanned the gloomy Brimbecomb house.
"I've never known before, Everett," she said, "that children could suffer as that little boy does." "And you shouldn't know it now, Ann, if I had my way," objected Brimbecomb. "There's a strong line drawn between their kind and ours, and places have been provided for such people. I really want you to come with us tonight." In sharp astonishment, Ann turned on him.
Cronk went to Everett Brimbecomb with the case, and I was notified this morning by Everett to give up the children." "Everett!" breathed Ann, disbelieving. "My Everett?" "Yes, your Everett, Ann. Don't, child, please don't! Ann, Ann, listen to me!... Yes, sit down.... Now wait!"
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