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"Done!" cried Le Brux, with a laugh that shook heaven and earth. "Ah, rascal, thou knowest that I never pay." As they went the rounds of the atelier, Lewis saw that his father was growing nervous. Finally, Leighton drew from his pocket the little kid and its two broken legs. He held the lot out to Le Brux. The fragments seemed to dwindle to pin-points in Le Brux's vast hand.
"Come at once," it said; "your son has killed me." Leighton steadied himself with the thought that Le Brux was still alive enough to wire before he said: "Nelton, I'm off for Paris at once. You have half an hour to pack and get me to Charing Cross." Nine hours later he was taking the stairs at Le Brux's two steps at a time. As he approached the atelier, he heard sighing groans.
He had noted the glint of interest. He turned on Le Brux. "You'll take no pupil, eh? All right, don't. But you'll take my son. You shall and you will." "I will not," growled Le Brux. "Maître" began Leighton "but whom am I calling Matre? What are you? D'you know what you are?" He shook his finger in Le Brux's face. "You think you're a creator, but you're not.
Le Brux's eyes bulged with comprehension. He thumped his resounding chest. "Me!" he cried "me, a wet nurse!" He yanked open another button of his smock. "Behold me! Have I the attributes?" Leighton turned his back on him. "Now you are ranting," he said. He picked up an old newspaper from the floor and started to wrap up the cast he had bought. "Now listen, Maître.
All the modeling that Lewis had accumulated in the three years of his apprenticeship was passed in review. Leighton scarcely looked at the casts. He kept his eyes on Le Brux's face and measured his changing expression. "Is that all?" he asked. "Yes," said Lewis. "Well," said Leighton, "I suggest we destroy the lot. What do you say, Le Brux?"
And a minute later, 'Keep still, will you? Then he came to her ribs." Le Brux's cheeks puffed out, and he showed other signs of distress, but he controlled himself. "After that," he continued, "things happened more or less at one and the same time. Cellette giggled and squirmed. Then the boy got angry and cried, 'Will you keep still? and grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her!
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