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Updated: May 7, 2025
Kneeling down and plunging his face into the bed, little Jon hurried up, under his breath, opening one eye now and then, to see her standing perfectly still with a smile on her face.
Now I am a luckless man, and all things happen as they are fated, and the words of Atli come true, as was to be looked for. The Norns, against whom none may stand, did but work their will through thy mouth, Jon; so grieve no more for that which cannot be undone." Then he turned away, but Jon wept long and loudly. That night Eric slept well and dreamed no dreams.
In her startled, frowning face he saw the instant struggle to apprehend what this would mean. "Poor Jon! Why didn't you tell me, Father?" "I never know!" said Soames slowly; "you don't confide in me." "I would, if you'd help me, dear." "Perhaps I shall." Fleur clasped her hands. "Oh! darling when one wants a thing fearfully, one doesn't think of other people. Don't be angry with me."
Both Jon and his mother had felt that if she took his portfolios, unexhibited drawings and unfinished matter, away with her, the work would encounter such icy blasts from Paul Post and other frequenters of her studio, that it would soon be frozen out even of her warm heart.
She had received a letter from him only that morning which had made her smile and say: "Jon's in British Columbia, Val, because he wants to be in California. He thinks it's too nice there." "Oh!" said Val, "so he's beginning to see a joke again." "He's bought some land and sent for his mother." "What on earth will she do out there?" "All she cares about is Jon.
Jon took his hand from under her arm; his sensation was so sharp and so confused. Italy with his Mother! A fortnight ago it would have been perfection; now it filled him with dismay; he felt that the sudden suggestion had to do with Fleur. He stammered out: "Oh! yes; only I don't know. Ought I now I've just begun? I'd like to think it over."
In his voice, too, there was a note of defiance. She dragged her hands away. "I didn't think in these days boys were tied to their mothers' apron-strings." Jon's chin went up as if he had been struck. "Oh! I didn't mean it, Jon. What a horrible thing to say!" Swiftly she came close to him. "Jon, dear; I didn't mean it." "All right."
And throwing her arms round his neck, she kissed him on the lips. She was winning! She felt it in the beating of his heart against her, in the closing of his eyes. "I want to make sure! I want to make sure!" she whispered. "Promise!" Jon did not answer. His face had the stillness of extreme trouble. At last he said: "It's like hitting them. I must think a little, Fleur. I really must."
"Very well, I'll take it out if you'll stay quiet here and not get into mischief before they come." Little Jon sat down on the bottom step, and nodded. Bella came close, and looked him over. "Get up!" she said. Little Jon got up. She scrutinized him behind; he was not green, and his knees seemed clean. "All right!" she said. "My! Aren't you brown? Give me a kiss!"
I can bear anything but that. But I wish he'd take more interest in Nature." "He's imaginative, Jolyon." "Yes, in a sanguinary way. Does he love anyone just now?" "No; only everyone. There never was anyone born more loving or more lovable than Jon." "Being your boy, Irene."
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