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Updated: June 14, 2025
She did not, however; and she volunteered no friendliness until Dick had taken the first steps. Long before the holidays were over, the stress of punishment shared in common drove the children together, if it were only to play into each other's hands as they prepared lies for Mrs. Jennett's use.
His head dropped on his chest and he tried to think, but the tenor of his thoughts was broken because he was very sleepy. In the half doze in seemed that he was learning a punishment hymn at Mrs. Jennett's. He had committed some crime as bad as Sabbath-breaking, and she had locked him up in his bedroom. But he could never repeat more than the first two lines of the hymn
Maisie laughed at the idea of Dick as an angel. 'But you seem to think, she said, 'that everything nice spoils your hand. 'I don't think. It's the law, just the same as it was at Mrs. Jennett's. Everything that is nice does spoil your hand. I'm glad you see so clearly. 'I don't like the view. 'Nor I. But have got orders: what can do? Are you strong enough to face it alone?
'Suppose she should come out now, what would you do? said Dick, with mock terror. 'I should make a face. 'Show, then, said Dick, dropping into the speech of childhood. Maisie made that face in the direction of the mean little villa, and Dick laughed. "This is disgraceful," said Maisie, mimicking Mrs. Jennett's tone.
The telling of this so much disturbed him that I was forced out of mere compassion to sit with him the greater part of the night and talk with him upon indifferent subjects. He said that upon every recurrence of this dream he woke and found himself, as it were, fighting for his breath." Another extract from Luke Jennett's long continuous statement comes in at this point.
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