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"Love your mistress; and, mind, little whitey, don't keep those long ears of yours for nothing; tell me if you ever hear anything about me." "Perhaps Carl had better come and hear for himself, don't you think so, Bunny?" said Katrine, taking the basket. The tone and manner said more than the words. Carl's pulses bounded; he seized her unresisting hand and covered it with kisses.
They talked in half sentences, understanding the rest: "Tough in winter " "Might be good trip " Carl's hand was always demanding her thick hair, but he stroked it gently. The coarse, wholesome vigor was drained from him; part even of his slang went with it; his "Gee!" was not explosive.
Carl's brain, flaming, keen, master of the bottle save for its subtle inspiration of wounded pride and resentment, brooded morosely over Diane, over the defection of his parasitic companions, over the final leap into the abyss of parsimony and Diane's flash of contempt at the mention of his mother. Half of Diane's money was rightly his his mother's portion.
What is the matter? he cried, and seized his friend by the arm. Christopher answered nothing, but hurried on like one distracted. 'He's mad, said Carl within himself 'quite mad. They came together to their chambers, and Christopher sank into an arm-chair and moaned, unconscious of Carl's presence, 'Barbara! Barbara!
"Carl the Great would christen a heathen man first and teach him afterward," said I, meaning indeed to help on Erling's hope without bringing my own name into the matter thus, and minding Carl's rough way with the Saxon folk. "Carl's man has taught first, and that all unknowing," he said, smiling. "I do not know what he speaks of, but it has been worth doing."
The fish came up and snapped at it, and acted as if they were glad to get it. She did each globe and then her work was over for one morning. She went away for a while, but every few hours through the day she ran up to Carl's room to see how the fish and canaries were getting on.
The men guests took a tramp over the farm, and in the twilight they sat and rested in the meadow, where the spring flowers grew. The minister began telling them stories about them; how they all had their own names and what powers for good or ill the apothecary found in the leaves and root of some of them. Carl's father, though barely out of college, was a bright and gifted man.
"Is not the entire room large enough for you to kiss in without my seeing you?" said Carl, harshly, "I do not wish you to do so right before me." "Perhaps you envy me," said Ragnar, with a laugh. He had not given Carl's expression a serious thought. Carl lifted himself upon his elbow, and gazing full in his brother's eyes, he replied slowly and firmly, "Yes." "Why do you, Carl?" inquired Ragnar.
Then it began to rain a chill, penetrating drizzle. Carl's thin little cotton blouse and shirt were soon wet through. He felt chilled to the bone. He forgot mental terrors in his physical discomfort. But he must stay there till twelve he was punishing himself and he was on his honour. Nothing had been said about rain but it did not make any difference.
They are suspicious of him because he's intelligent. You know their way. They've been sore at me ever since you let me go away to college. They're always trying to catch me up. If I were you, I wouldn't pay any attention to them. There's nothing to get upset about. Carl's a sensible fellow. He won't mind them." "I don't know. If they talk to him the way they did to me, I think he'll go away."
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