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Like shining ebony, her black hair framed a death-pale face. The darkness of a new grief had deepened the shade in the mysterious eyes. For an instant she paused on the edge of tears. "I don't want to go back with Pappy Lon!" she whispered. Everett caught his breath. She was even more lovely than he had remembered. Inwardly he cursed the squatters.
Lem paused in his work, and then added in a stammering undertone, "But I love the huzzy!" The other bent far forward to catch the scowman's words, delighting in the mental picture of Fledra's lithe body writhing under the lash. The proud spirit of the girl would break under the physical pain! Fledra was still lying on the bed when Lon returned to the hut. "Git up and git supper!"
That day a change had been ordered in their lives, and it had come upon him in the shape of a mental blow that hurt him far worse than if Pappy Lon had flogged him throughout the night. "If Pappy Lon sends me next Saturday to Lem," Flea ventured in an undertone, "then ye can't help me much, can ye, Fluke?" The muscles of the boy's face relaxed, and he drew his knee up to his chest.
"And yer brother be fifteen on the same day, you bein' twins." "Yep, Pappy Lon." "Yer brother's been taken into my trade," proceeded the squatter, "and it ain't the wust in the world that of takin' what ye want from them that have plenty. It's time for ye to be doin' somethin', too. Ye'll go to Lem's Scow, Flea." "To Lem's scow?" exclaimed Flea.
Lon Price then said he'd been talking a little himself to people he met in different places and they might not be born New Yorkers but they certainly didn't know anything beyond the city limits.
I am going back to Lem and Pappy Lon to Ithaca because you and Pappy Lon said as how I must or they would kill Brother Horace. But I hate you, I hate you and I will always hate you. Like a brand of fire, every word seared the reader's brain. As his hand crushed the letter, Horace's head dropped down on his arm, and deep sobs shook him.
So I says to myself: 'All right, Wilfred, you win! and put my purse back in my bag and thought no more of it. "Yet not so was it to be. Wilfred, working the best he could to make a living doing nothing, pretty soon got to the office of Alonzo Price, Choice Improved Real Estate and Price's Addition. Lon was out for the moment, but who should be there waiting for him but his wife, Mrs.
If Everett had noted the crafty expression on the squatter's face as the latter walked down the street, he would not have been so satisfied over his deal with Lon. After he was alone, he reread Cronk's letter. Later he wrote steadily for sometime. His communication also was for Fledra, and he intended by hook or crook to get it to her with the other.
I don't know whether this beverage got to Lon Price or not, but in a minute he was telling her that beauty in her sex was a common-enough heritage, but how all-too rare it was to find beauty and brains in the same woman! Vernabelle called him comrade after that, and then she was telling Cousin Egbert that he was of the great outdoors a man's man! Egbert looked kind of silly and puzzled at this.
"Flea ain't no notion of goin' away right yet, Pappy Lon," burst out Flukey, catching his breath after the shock. "She's perferrin' to stay with us; and I'll work for her keep, if ye let her stay." "Nope, I ain't no notion o' marryin'," repeated Flea, encouraged by her brother's insistence. "Who said as how Lem wanted ye to marry him?" sneered Lon, eying her from head to foot.
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