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Updated: May 28, 2025
It was a bright morning, and the sun was shining; but Jan's feet were sore, and his bones ached from cold and weariness. Yesterday the struggle to escape the Cheap Jack had kept him up, but now he could only feel his utter loneliness and misery.
The old man paused for an instant, and, turning round, saw Jan, and put his heavy foot into the sky of Jan's picture. He drew it back at Jan's involuntary cry, and, after a long look at the quaint figure before him, said, "Are ye one of the fairies, little man?" But Jan knew nothing of fairies. "I be Jan Lake, from the mill," said he. "Are ye so?
"We dance in the club gallery," he told her, smiling at the look of wonder in her eyes. "And the paintings and sculpture?" "A members' exhibition. The sculptured lion staring from his pedestal at us is Jan's. Look at the superb muscle play of his flank! The midsummer woods see, how well the lad has painted air! is Garry's. And my pine picture's over there." "And Sid?"
But even Jan's rubber doll must have been too heavy for Ted's small boat, for, half way across a little shallow cove in the lake, where the Curlytops waded and Ted sailed his ships, the boat tipped to one side, and the doll was thrown into the water. "There! I told you so!" cried Janet. "Well, she's rubber, and you can pretend she has on a bathing suit an' has gone in swimming!" declared Ted.
Jan's chain was hitched round a stout center post in the barn, and there he was left. Later Jean brought him a tin dish of water and a big lump of dried fish which had had some warm fat smeared over it, Jean having rightly guessed that it was Jan's first experience of this form of dog-food. The fat was well enough, and Jan licked it rather languidly.
The Finn woman, nearest to Jan, was hugging her baby to her under Jan's great coat. She, too, when she was not watching her baby, was looking at Jan. The bartender, between Jan and Goles, was looking out for marks ashore.
His swiftest movements would have seemed clumsy and slow to the working husky, inured to the comparative wildness of trace life in the north. But his morose arrogance and ferocity had suffered no diminution, as was shown by the fact that he flew straight for Jan's throat directly he set eyes on the big hound. "Call your dog off, Sergeant, or he'll be killed," shouted Dick.
He felt dizzy and went out into the street for some fresh air. You shouldn't 've left him once he got the stuff into him. Take a look round the block. He's probably laying in the gutter somewhere with that load into him." The voice stopped, footsteps followed, the stairs creaked. And Jan's tortured stomach was allowed its relief. And while he retched in the dark Mrs.
"They are on as good terms as any man and wife could be, Sibylla being the wife," was Jan's rejoinder. "You know something of her temper and disposition, doctor it is of no use to mince matters you remember how it had used to be with her here at home. Lionel's a husband in a thousand.
Kazan, the one-eyed, whined under his breath, and the weight at Jan's heart grew heavier as the dog turned up his head to him in the starlight. It was strange music, nothing like Jan had ever heard. It was strange to Kazan, and set him whining, and he thrust his muzzle up to his master's touch inquiringly.
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