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"I should think so!" and Hugo gave a short laugh of scorn "Briar Farm would have come to a pretty pass if it could not get on without a man like Landon!" There was another silent pause. Priscilla gave an anxious side-glance at Innocent's troubled face, and decided to relieve the tension by useful commonplace talk.
But meeting Innocent's anxious eyes, which mutely asked him for comfort, he answered "Oh, well, there's nothing very much in that, Priscilla! I daresay Landon wanted a holiday he doesn't ask for one often, and he's kept fairly sober lately. Hadn't we better be off to bed? Things will straighten out with the morning." "Do you really think so?" Innocent sighed as she put the question.
Innocent's eyes regarded him with quiet admiration. "Yes, you are a thoroughly good boy," she said "I have told you so often. But I'm not sure that I should always get on with anyone as good as you are!" She turned away then, and moved towards the house. As she went, she suddenly stopped and clapped her hands, calling: "Cupid! Cupid! Cu-COO-pid!"
"Not yet not yet anyhow, Priscilla!" he said "I may be yet of some use to Innocent." He paused, then added, slowly "I think we shall hear more of this second Amadis de Jocelyn!" But months went on, and he heard nothing, save of Innocent's growing fame which, by leaps and bounds, was spreading abroad like fire blown into brightness by the wind.
He gives Innocent's views, and quotes what authority he can find for them in the Digest and Decretals. But for himself he would prefer to admit that the right to private property is not at all sacred or natural in the sense of being inviolable. He willingly concedes to the State the right to judge all claims of possession.
You should have seen the fair, bright smile crawl from one of that innocent's ears to the other-you should have marked that face sprinkle, all over with dimples-you ought to have beheld the tears of joy jump glittering into her eyes and spill all over her father's clean shirt that he hadn't had on more than fifteen minutes!
Innocent's eyes flashed with a fire seldom seen in their soft depths. "Shame you?" she echoed. "I? What shame have I brought you? What shame shall I bring? Had you owned me as your child I would have made you proud of me! I would have given you honour, you abandoned me to strangers, and I have made honour for myself!
Within a year the senator also had become the papal nominee, and the whole municipality was controlled by the Pope. No less complete was Innocent's triumph over the nobility of the Campagna. He drove Conrad of Urslingen back to Germany, and restored Spoleto to papal rule.
"I don't blame those girls one single solitary bit for wanting to know all about butterflies." "But they don't want to know, I tell you!" Mr. Flint's voice rose querulously. "My dear creature, I'd be stuck on you myself if I were a girl," said Laurence sweetly. "Padre, prepare yourself to say, 'Bless you, my children! I see this innocent's finish."
But he realised that these strange black-letter and manuscript volumes were of unique value, and that their contents, so difficult to decipher, were responsible for the formation of Innocent's guileless and romantic spirit, colouring her outlook on life with a glamour of rainbow brilliancy which, though beautiful, was unreal.
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