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Herr Grosse never afterwards appeared at the rectory without some unwholesome eatable thing in his pocket for Jicks; who gave him in return as many kisses as he might ask for, and further distinguished him as the only living creature whom she permitted to nurse the disreputable doll.
In your own interests, I am determined to tell them who you are. You have nothing to fear, and everything to gain, by my speaking out. Clear your mind of fancies and suspicions that are unworthy of you. By to-morrow we shall be good neighbors; by the end of the week we shall be good friends. For the present, as we say in France, au revoir!" I turned to take Jicks by the hand.
The child listened considered with herself gravely got off the window-seat and claimed her reward for being good, with that excellent brevity of speech which so eminently distinguished her: "Jicks will go out." With those words, she shouldered her doll; and walked off. If I could have gone out with her light heart, I would have joined Jicks.
And Jicks," added Zillah, addressing herself confidentially to me, "was behind them, picking the doctor's pocket." Oscar put in a word there by no means in his most gracious manner. "What was Miss Lucilla saying to the doctor?" "I don't know, sir." "You don't know?" "I couldn't hear, sir. Miss Lucilla was speaking to him in a whisper." After that, there was no more to be said.
He was favored with more than one visit from our little wandering Jicks. On each occasion, the child gravely reminded him of his rash promise to appeal to the police, and visit with corporal punishment the two ugly strangers who had laughed at her. When were the men to be beaten? and when was Jicks to see it?
It was time for me to go back to the rectory, and to restore the wandering Jicks, for the time being, to the protection of home. I returned to Oscar, to say good-bye. "I wish I was going back with you," he said. "You will be as free as I am to come and to go at the rectory," I answered, "when they know what has passed this morning between you and me.
Jicks feebly resisted being parted from me; but soon gave up, and dropped her weary little head on her mother's bosom. "Can you take off her frock?" I asked, with another shake a good one, this time. Finch. She looked at the baby, in its cradle in one corner of the room, and at the novel, reposing on a chair in another corner of the room.
"Are you going to whack Jicks?" asked the curious little creature, shrinking into her corner. I sat down by her, and soon recovered my place in her confidence. She began to chatter again as fast as usual. I listened to her as I could have listened to no grown-up person at that moment. In some mysterious way that I cannot explain, the child comforted me.
He smiled. I had recalled to him a humourous association nothing more. "It was not we who caught them," he said. "It was that strange child. What do you say to my having Jicks to sleep in the house and take care of me?" "I am not joking," I rejoined. "I never met with two more ill-looking villains in my life.
"Jicks again!" I exclaimed. "No not Jicks. Oscar's own man-servant, this time." "How did it happen?" "It happened through one of the boys in the village. Oscar and Lucilla found the little imp howling outside the house. They asked what was the matter. The imp told them that the servant at Browndown had beaten him. Lucilla was indignant. She insisted on having the thing inquired into.
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