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Then a shout from the rear sent Lem running to the stern of the scow which was now at a standstill. He looked down, and on Lon's arm he saw Fledra, pressing Snatchet against her breast. With his other hand the squatter was clinging to the rudder. "Here she is!" Cronk called. "Grab her up, Lem!"
You must be brave, dear girl, and we must all remember what he has suffered. His heart is as big as the world, and I can't forget that, indirectly, I brought this upon him." He turned his glance upon the squatter, and Katherine's eyes followed his. The lines about Lon's mouth had softened with tenderness, his eyes were filled with adoration. Katherine flashed him back a sad smile.
He placed the suffering boy on the divan and bent close. In low tones he said that the squatter in some mysterious way had found where they were, and that he had come for them. He began at the beginning, explaining to the boy Lon's demand upon him. He refrained, however, from mentioning Everett, because of the pain to his sister.
You sha'n't go and leave me now with Lem, you sha'n't, you sha'n't!" Her voice rose to a shriek, and her small body trembled like a leaf in a wind. So loud were her cries, and so fiercely did she clutch at Lon's coat, that he turned savagely upon her. "I'll do what I please. Shet up, or Middy'll hear ye. Git yer hands off en me!" "Pappy Lon, if you leave me with Lem, then I'll jump in the river!"
"In fact, I hate him, and " "Be ye lovin' my Flea?" Lon's voice cracked out the question like a gunshot. "I think so." "Be Flea lovin' you, or him?" "She loves him." "Then it will hurt her like the devil to take her away from him, eh?" The eagerness expressed in the squatter's tones confirmed Everett's suspicions. Cronk hated that boy and girl.
There weren't no living with me in prison, lessen I were strapped in the jacket till my meat were scorched. It seemed as how it made my hurt less for her to have my own skin blistered. Then, when I got out of prison, I never once took my eyes offen ye, and when yer woman gived ye Flea and Flukey " A cry from Fledra brought all eyes upon her save Lon's.
She was standing at the door with her ear to the keyhole. She heard the servant pass her, heard the door open, and Lon's voice asking for Mr. Shellington. Then she slid back to Flukey, trembling from head to foot. "Ye're sick, Dear," said the boy. "Get off this bed, Snatchet! Lay down here by me, Flea and rest." The girl dropped down beside him and closed her eyes with a groan.
Horace's mind turned back to Fledra, and he mentally blessed the opportunity he had to protect her. "I don't think, Mr. Cronk, that you will take your children," he said, "even granted that they are yours. I'm not sure of that yet." Lon's brown face yellowed. Had they discovered the secret that he had kept all the dark, revengeful years?
"I'm rather inclined toward that Joy in the Hills theory, just now," he asserted. "That's all right," said Lon Pelly. "Bein' a little inclined don't hurt any. But if you keep on reachin' for Joy, your foot is like to slip. Then comes Trouble." "Lon's qualified for the finals once or twice," said the Senator. "Now, take me, for a horrible example.
And this, Jinty dearling, will keep alive in your memory one of our Lord's behests!" From another case came a dainty silver bangle inside of which Jinty read, with misty eyes, the engraved words: Judge not! But already their meaning was engraved on her heart; and as time won Ah Lon's shy affections she and the little Chinese stranger grew to be as true sisters under the roof of Old Studley.
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