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I 'm alive!" she cried out, "I've got ter be took care of NOW! That's why I like wot she tells about it. So does the women. We ain't no more reason ter be sure of wot the curick says than ter be sure o' this. Dunno as I've got ter choose either way, but if I 'ad, I'd choose the cheerflest." Dart had sat staring at her so had Polly so had the thief. Dart rubbed his forehead.
"Only let us get rid of self. Only let us show that self-interest never enters our head in one single thing we do " and meantime Glory, who had turned her head aside with a lump in her throat, heard some one behind them saying: "Lawd, Jow, that's the curick and his dorg 'im as got pore Sharkey took! See 'im with the laidy?" "S'elp me, so it is!
An' there ain't no blime laid on Godamighty." An' me, I'd nussed the child an' I clawed me 'air sime as if I was 'is mother an' I screamed out, 'Then damn 'im! An' the curick 'e dropped sittin' down on the curbstone an' 'id 'is fice in 'is 'ands." Dart hid his own face after the manner of the wretched curate. "No wonder," he groaned. His blood turned cold.
Glad made a friendly clutch at the sleeve of his shabby coat. "Right O!" she cried. "That's it! You buck up sime as I told yer. Y' ain't stony broke an' there's 'allers to-morrer." Antony Dart's expression was weirdly retrospective. "I did not think so this morning," he answered. "But there is," said the girl. "Ain't there now, curick?
Then Antony Dart, turning slightly, realized that a man who had entered the house and been standing near him, breathing with light quickness, since the moment Miss Montaubyn had knelt, was plainly the person Glad had called the "curick," and that he had bowed his head and covered his eyes with a hand which trembled.
She chirped like a bird singing on a bough, rejoicing in token of the shining of the sun. "It's wot yer can work on this," said Glad. "The curick 'e's a good sort an' no' 'arm in 'im but 'e ses: 'Trouble an' 'unger is ter teach yer ter submit. Accidents an' coughs as tears yer lungs is sent you to prepare yer for 'eaven.
There's a lot o' work in yer yet; yer could do all sorts o' things if y' ain't too proud. I'll 'elp yer. So 'll the curick. Y' ain't found out yet what a little folks can live on till luck turns. Me, I'm goin' to try Miss Montaubyn's wye. Le's both try. Le's believe things is comin'. Le's get 'er to talk to us some more." The curate was thinking the thing over deeply.
"It's what the curick ses," she enlarged radiantly. "Though 'e don t believe it, pore young man; 'e on'y thinks 'e does. 'It's for 'igh an' low, 'e ses, 'for you an' me as well as for them as is royal fambleys. The Almighty 'E's EVERYWHERE! 'Yes, ses I, 'I've felt 'Im 'ere as near as y' are yerself, sir, I 'ave an' I've spoke to 'Im." "What did the curate say?" Dart asked, amazed.
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