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But with the natural, tho illogical instincts of his species, her boldness awakened in him something of that respect which all original natures pay unconsciously to one another in any grade. And he gazed at her the more fixedly as she went on still rapidly, her hand on that door-latch and her eyes on his: "My name's M'liss M'liss Smith! You can bet your life on that.
It was a tortoise-shell, and bright with some fanciful ornamentation. Without a moment's hesitation Aristides pocketed it as the natural property of M'liss. A pocketbook containing a few old letters in the breast pocket of one of the blue shirts was transferred to that of Aristides with the same coolness and sentiment of instinctive justice.
With a superhuman effort, M'liss dragged the prisoner past the blazing mattress, through the doorway into the passage, and drew the door, which opened outwardly, against him.
The master, on looking at it one day, fancied he saw a slight resemblance in its round red cheeks and mild blue eyes to Clytemnestra. It became evident before long that M'liss had also noticed the same resemblance. Accordingly she hammered its waxen head on the rocks when she was alone, and sometimes dragged it with a string round its neck to and from school.
"Do you remember your mother, M'liss?" "No." "Did you never see her?" "No didn't I tell you not to bother, and you're a-goin' and doin' it," said M'liss savagely. The master was silent a moment. "Did you ever think you would like to have a mother, M'liss?" he asked again, "No-o-o-o!" The master rose; M'liss looked up. "Does Aristides come to school to-day?" "I don't know." "Are you going back?
Why don't you get 'em of Clytemnerestera?" It seemed to be a relief to M'liss to express her contempt in additional syllables to that classical young woman's already long- drawn title. "Oh, you wicked thing!" "I am hungry, Lissy. I have eaten nothing since dinner yesterday. I am famished!" and the young man, in a state of remarkable exhaustion, leaned against the tree.
Such were the antecedents, and such the character of M'liss, as she stood before the master. It was shown in the ragged dress, the unkempt hair, and bleeding feet, and asked his pity. It flashed from her black, fearless eyes, and commanded his respect. "I come here to-night," she said rapidly and boldly, keeping her hard glance on his, "because I knew you was alone.
But with the natural though illogical instincts of his species, her boldness awakened in him something of that respect which all original natures pay unconsciously to one another in any grade. And he gazed at her the more fixedly as she went on still rapidly, her hand on the door-latch and her eyes on his. "My name is M'liss M'liss Smith! You can bet your life on that.
She never exhibited it in the presence of other children. It was put severely to bed in a hollow tree near the schoolhouse, and only allowed exercise during M'liss's rambles. Fulfilling a stern duty to her doll as she would to herself it knew no luxuries. Now, Mrs. Morpher, obeying a commendable impulse, bought another doll and gave it to M'liss. The child received it gravely and curiously.
M'liss slid down the tree. The duties of hospitality fulfilled, she seated herself at a little distance and eyed the master with extreme caution. "Why didn't you eat your breakfast, you bad man?" "Because I've run away." "Where to?" said M'liss, her eyes twinkling. "Anywhere anywhere, away from here!" responded that deceitful wretch with tragic wildness of demeanor.
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