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Shocked and frightened, Sally got Cynthia from the room without the girl realizing the conditions. Pacifying her by a promise to "take her turn" at the bedside, she left the girl in her own chamber while she ran, panting, stumbling often pausing to rest to Trouble Neck. "Ole Miss Ann don' gone out at the turning o' the tide," she sobbed to Marcia Lowe. "And little Cyn?"
He ain't perked up much yet, 'cording to reports. But Miss Lowe little Miss Cyn ain't come home! I'm tumble feared lest she went back again for something, and " Miss Lowe got up from her chair and cautiously motioned Tod to the doorway of the lean-to. "Look!" she whispered. Greeley expected still to see Martin, but instead he saw the delicate, sleeping face of Cynthia Walden.
But Marcia Lowe shook her head. When Cynthia went downstairs that May morning, Sally Taber had the plain breakfast on the dining-room table, and her face looked drawn and worried. "Miss Cyn," she said, when she had set the corn bread and milk before the girl, "las' night ole Miss war right troublesome." "You have been up a good deal, Sally?" "I sho' have.
What! you doubt that there are punishments and rewards to come? You doubt of that judgement-seat before which every soul is arraigned? Cyn. I have heard mention of a judge in that connexion; one Minos, a Cretan. Ah, yes, tell me about him: they say he is your son? Zeus. And what of him? Cyn. Whom does he punish in particular? Zeus. Whom but the wicked? Murderers, for instance, and temple-robbers.
Cym, or Cyn, denoting in their language "first," was the root of their name of Cymry, applied to the original tribe, and of which we find traces across the whole map of Europe, beginning from the Cimmerian Bosphorus, going on to the Cimbri, conquered by Marius, while in our own country we still possess Cumberland and Cambria, the land inhabited by the Cymry.
Greeley drove over to Sudley's Gulch to make a will for this man; Cynthia and I went with him. The man died a few days ago. Among his papers was a notebook in which was recorded the marriage of Queenie Walden and Theodore Starr! The man was a a magistrate, the thing was legal Little Cyn is my niece!"
Have you thought better of it? Are you going to retract what you said? Are the Gods going to push Destiny aside and make a bid for government? Zeus. Not at all; but the Fates work through us. Cyn. I see: you are their servants, their underlings. But that comes to the same thing: it is still they who design; you are only their tools, their instruments. Zeus. How do you make that out? Cyn.
Now, by Clotho's own spindle, my questions are free from all sophistic taint. How it has come about, I know not; but one word has brought up another, and the end of it is there is no use in sacrifice. Let us begin again. I will put you a few more questions; answer me frankly, but think before you speak, this time. Zeus. Well; if you have the time to waste on such tomfoolery. Cyn.
He drew back into the cold, dark passage and played the eavesdropper for the first and last time in his life. "Mine! mine!" Never had Sandy's voice known that tone before. Levi bowed his head. "You are mine! Yes, lil' Cyn, there is a law, there must be a law that can give us to each other; I have been waiting for you by The Way all my life, and you have come to me, lil' girl, at last my lil' Cyn."
"Hoh, look you, I am displeased, Mistress Cyn, I cannot lend my approval to this over-greedy oblivion that gapes for all. No, it is not a satisfying arrangement, that I should teeter insecurely through the void on a gob of mud, and be expected by and by to relinquish even that crazy foothold.
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