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Meanwhile, with a steady persistence that seemed quite astonishing to him on looking back afterward, the Master drew M'liss gradually out of the shadow of her past life, as though it were but her natural progress down the narrow path on which he had set her feet the moonlight night of their first meeting.
The promise of a handsome contingent fee won't hurt M'liss's prospects any. Remember, our ideas of abstract justice and the letter of the law in this case may be entirely different. Take Judge Plunkett your proofs; that is," said the Doctor, stopping and eyeing his friend keenly, "if you have no fears for M'liss if this matter should be thoroughly ventilated." Mr. Gray did not falter.
Its white walls and little orchard were untouched, and looked peacefully over the blackened and deserted village. M'liss rose, and, stretching her cramped limbs, walked briskly toward the town. She had proceeded but a short distance when she heard the sound of cautious and hesitating footsteps behind her, and, facing quickly about, encountered the figure of Waters.
As the long tongues of flame licked the broad colonnade of the National Hotel, and shot a wreathing pillar of fire and smoke high into the air, M'liss extended her tiny fist and shook it at the burning building with an inspiration that at the moment seemed to transfigure her.
"Are you drunk?" said M'liss passionately, "or what do you mean by this nonsense?" The man approached her with a strange smile on his face, rubbing his hands together, and shivering as with cold. When he had reached her side he attempted to take her hand. M'liss shrank away from him with an expression of disgust. "What are you doing here again?" she demanded. "I want to go with you.
In the darkness of the road going astray several times on his way home, and narrowly escaping the yawning ditches in the trail he had reason to commend his foresight in dissuading M'liss from a further search that night, and in this pleasant reflection went to hed and slept soundly. For some hours after a darkness thick and heavy brooded over the settlement.
M'liss whisked the bottle which she held in her hand smartly under her apron, and said curtly, "Where's him that killed the parson?" "Yonder," replied the man, indicating the abstracted figure with his hand. "Wot do you want with him? None o' your tricks here, now," he added threateningly. "I want to see him!"
In the first place, there was an enforced contrast with poor M'liss in all this praise of Clytie. Secondly, there was something unpleasantly confidential in his tone of speaking of Morpher's earliest born.
But the master of course was unable to find them, the effects of hunger probably blinding his senses. M'liss grew uneasy. At length she peered at him through the leaves in an elfish way, and questioned: "If I come down and give you some, you'll promise you won't touch me?" The master promised. "Hope you'll die if you do?" The master accepted instant dissolution as a forfeit.
"M'liss, do you remember the first evening you came to see me?" M'liss remembered. "You asked me if you might come to school, and I said " "Come!" responded the child softly. "If I told you I was lonely without my little scholar, and that I wanted her to come, what would you say?" The child hung her head in silence. The master waited patiently.
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