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I would go further than Scythia, to meet with such friends as Toxaris's narratives have shown him to be. Cyniscus. Zeus Cyn. Zeus: I am not going to trouble you with requests for a fortune or a throne; you get prayers enough of that sort from other people, and from your habit of convenient deafness I gather that you experience a difficulty in answering them.
The little Cyn who had always clung to her comrade when danger or fear threatened; but behind the childish words rang the woman's alluring sweetness the woman little Cyn was some time to be. By a mighty effort Sandy Morley bent and kissed the pretty upturned mouth.
The lil' room where the baby-things are to come to me to be cuddled?" Sandy shivered. "You haven't left that out, have you, Sandy?" "I had, lil' Cyn, but I am going to put it aback to-morrow." "I'm right glad, Sandy, for I've learned some mighty sweet lil' tunes, and I've bought some pictures and books with stories that will make them-all laugh when we've taught them how.
I knew it! you are one of those who would abolish Providence. Cyn. You seem to be very much afraid of these gentlemen, for some reason. Not one word can I say, but you must think I picked it up from them. Oblige me by answering another question; I could desire no better authority than yours. What is this Providence? Is she a Fate too? or some greater, a mistress of the Fates? Zeus.
"How wonderful you are," she whispered. "You stand out big and high like our mountain " At that word Sandy closed his eyes, for he dared not look upon the dear, slow-smiling lips. "But, Sandy, you are covered with with mist like Lost Mountain sometimes is. Let me find you, Sandy, not as you would help me find you, but in my own way. Will you do this for lil' Cyn?"
After a long pause Cynthia spoke and her voice was electrical in its effect. "Sandy," she said, going close to him and holding him with her clear gaze and slow, brave smile, "you know I did not mean to do wrong?" "Yes, little Cyn." "I'm right glad I'm I'm my dear father's child. All my life he's been a happy name to me and I'm mighty proud to be his, really.
Then there is no one for him to reward or punish. Zeus. How so? Cyn. Why, we men do nothing of our own free will: we are obeying an irresistible impulse, that is, if there is any truth in what we settled just now, about Fate's being the cause of everything. Does a man commit a murder? Fate is the murderess. Does he rob a temple? He has her instructions for it.
It was near noon before Marcia Lowe dared take Cynthia away from the shelter of the church, and when she did so she chose an hour when all but Greeley were absent from the store, and he was in the rear, eating his dinner. "You must come to Trouble Neck, little Cyn," she said firmly; "you'll be safe there, and we must think this out."
For a moment he looked at the wild, fear-filled eyes and then a mighty pity surged over him. "I I would not hurt you for all the world, little Cyn," he said, taking up the reins. "I've done the best I could for you, dear; when you can you will come to me won't you? In the meantime it's 'brother and little sister!" Come to him! Thus Sandy had spoken, too! The memory hurt.
"So my lord Pevensey departs! Look how he rides in triumph! like lame Tamburlaine, with Techelles and Usumcasane and Theridamas to attend him, and with the sunset turning the dust raised by their horses' hoofs into a sort of golden haze about them. It is a beautiful world. And truly, Mistress Cyn," the poet said, reflectively, "that Pevensey is a very splendid ephemera.
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