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He forgot all his late remorse; and in his eyes glittered malice and cruel rage. "I do not fear you," cried she, in answer to this look; "for the wretched have no fear. The hen will do battle with the fox, the rabbit with the stoat, to save her young. If I can not save my husband, I will save my son. I have come down here to do it. You are known to me now for what you are a jail-bird.
Whence this irruption of strange, uncouth creatures a jail-bird in a laborer's garb, and the profane old hermit, whom the boys had nicknamed "Jerry Growler," and who had not been seen in church for years. Mrs. Arnot, followed by many eyes, passed quietly up to her pew, and bowed her head in prayer. Prayer!
I'd like to tell you the whole story. But I am not free to talk " "You don't have to tell me anything," I blurted. "I know you are my man, and you know I am your man." "You are a friend!" he exclaimed. "But I will not sail under false colors in your eyes, lad. I am a jail-bird, an escaped felon." "Oh, I knew all about that long ago," I said, carelessly. He looked his surprise.
"You're a liar!" he roared, struggling in his friend's grasp. "Let me at him. By the great horned toad, I'll make him tell!" "Put that man out of this room!" Rexhill had arisen in all of his ponderous majesty, roused to wrath at last. His pudgy finger shook as he pointed to the door, and his fat face was congested. "I'm not here to be insulted by a jail-bird. Put him out!"
Through eyes that had gained a new vision in the Blue- grass Mavis had long ago come to see herself as she was seen there; and now to escape wounds that any malicious tongue could inflict she would stay where the sins of fathers rested less heavily on the innocent. There was, to be sure, good reason for Jason to feel as Mavis felt he had been a jail-bird himself but not to act like her no.
Letters were found upon him, substantiating the statement concerning his father, but it was discovered, from the same source, that he was a jail-bird, and the tattooed figures upon his arms showed that he had been a sailor of many years' standing, although he had denied this to the consul.
Peace. With this profession of faith, the doctor, who was an old jail-bird, and was more sodden than usual, and had the additional and unusual stimulus of money in his pocket, returned to his associate and chum in hoarseness, puffiness, red-facedness, all-fours, tobacco, dirt, and brandy.
He could not trust himself to see her again. The struggle was not fought out easily. But at last he wrote a letter: "MY DEAR MISS MARLAY: I find that I can not even visit you without causing remarks to be made, which reflect on you. I can not stay here without wishing to enjoy your society, and you can not receive the visits of a 'jail-bird, as they call me, without disgrace.
That was all, but those plain words summed the situation, made the issue a matter not of advice, but of the heart. Gilder persisted, however, in trying to evade the integral fact of his son's feeling. Still he tried to fix the issue on the known unsavory reputation of the woman. "You want to stay married to this jail-bird!" he stormed. A gust of fury swept the boy.
"I guess you have, David," he said shortly. "You're not what you were when you joined us five years ago." A sneer came to his lips. "What a high and mighty chap you've come to be. No wonder you won't shake hands with a jail-bird." "Stop talking, Tom Braddock," said Ruby, a gleam of anxiety in her eyes. "Here's what's left of the lamb and here's " "Wait a minute, Ruby," said he.
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