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There was an interval of intense silence. "Did you faint?" Peachy asked in an awed voice. "I wept." "You wept, Julia?" Peachy said. "You!" "I had not wept since my childhood. It was strange. It frightened me almost as much as the fall. Oh, how fast the tears came and in such floods! Something melted and went away from me then. A softness came over me. It was like a spell.
Claude looked forward to seeing Peachy Millmore, missed her if she were not in the alcove, found it quite natural that she should explain her absences to him, tell him how often she washed her hair and how long it was when she uncoiled it. One Friday in February Julius Erlich overtook Claude on the campus and proposed that they should try the skating tomorrow.
He took good care to carry his fishing-tackle, and Suzel never forgot her canvas, on which her pretty hands embroidered the most unlikely flowers. Frantz was a young man of twenty-two, whose cheeks betrayed a soft, peachy down, and whose voice had scarcely a compass of one octave. As for Suzel, she was blonde and rosy. She was seventeen, and did not dislike fishing.
"I wonder," Peachy questioned again, "what would have happened if " "It would have come out just the same way. Depend on that!" Chiquita said philosophically. "It was our fate the Great Doom that our people used to talk of. And, after all, it's our own fault. Come to this island we would and come we did!
Instantly "Peachy" rose and backed slowly toward the door, his face wearing the grin of a savage beast. At the door he paused. "'Mexico," he said, "is this the last between you and me?" "Mexico" kept his gleaming eyes fastened upon the face of the man backing out of the door. "Git out, you cur!" he said, with contemptuous deliberation. "Take that, then."
Peachy turned to Chiquita. The color had poured into Chiquita's face until her full brown eyes glared from a purple mask. "You, too, Chiquita. You may bear girl-children. Oh, will you help me?" "I'll help you," Chiquita said steadily. She added after a pause, "I cannot believe that they'll dare, though." "Oh, they'll dare anything," Peachy said bitterly. Earth-men are devils.
"Oh, mother, it's I your daughter Barrie, come to find you," the girl faltered. "You know Barribel. You named me. I've run away from Grandma " "My goodness gracious!" gasped Mrs. Bal, her brown eyes immense. In her groping bewilderment, her blank amaze, she looked younger again, her rather full face very round, almost childish, her dimples deepening in the peachy flush of her cheeks.
"I stopped as I went by," Lulu explained. "Oh, Julia, I wish you didn't live way off here it takes us an hour of crawling to pull ourselves along the path. Angela hadn't waked up yet. It was a longer nap than usual. Peachy said she'd come just as soon as she opened her eyes. I went in to look at her. Oh, she's such a darling, smiling in her sleep. Oh, I do hope I have a girl-baby sometime."
But, "Here's Peachy!" Julia exclaimed before she could go on. Peachy came toiling up the path, pulling herself along, both hands on the wooden rail. She tottered, but in spite of her snail-like progress, it was evident that she hurried. A tiny bundle hung between her shoulders. It oscillated gently with her haste. "Let me take Angela," Julia said as Peachy struggled over the threshold. "Wait!"
"But, Julia," Peachy exclaimed, after an instant of dead silence. There was a stir of wonder, flutelike in her voice, a ripple of wonder, flamelike on her face. "Our feet are too fine, too soft. Ralph says that mine are only toy feet, that no creature could really get along on them." She kicked the loose sandals off.
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