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Peggy's eyes drew down at the corners, and her lip quivered. "Keep him if you want to, imp of Satan, but some day here, see if the beast'll eat this bit of meat." Jinnie placed the shivering dog on the floor, and Peg put a piece of meat under his nose. In her excitement, Jinnie rushed away to Lafe. Peg's mumble followed her even through the closed door.
He seemed honest, and even though he were English he did show an interest whenever she spoke of her father and he had promised to try and learn something about Ireland. That certainly was in his favour just as the fact that he could laugh was, too. Quickly the thoughts ran hot-foot through Peg's brain: After all to run away now would look cowardly. Her father would be ashamed of her.
It's free that's why I love it, though I'm afraid of it. It's a grand thing to be free free free free!" Peg's voice rose almost to a shriek. We were dreadfully frightened, for we knew there were times when she was quite crazy and we feared one of her "spells" was coming on her.
Then she went haphazardly around the room examining everything, sitting in various kinds of chairs, on the sofa, smelling the flowers and wherever she went Jerry followed her, at a little distance. "Are you going to stay here?" he reopened the conversation with. "Mebbe I will and mebbe I won't," was Peg's somewhat unsatisfactory answer. "Did your aunt send for you?" "No me uncle." "Indeed?"
Why had he insisted on her going? She had a sorrow at her heart, now, that no hand could heal not even his. Time only could soften her grief time and Those first days following Peg's return found father and child nearer each other than they had been since that famous trip through Ireland, when he lectured from the back of his historical cart. She became O'Connell's amanuensis.
Jinnie thought a long time. Presently she laughed a little, chuckling laugh. "I know how to get him in there!" "How?" asked Peggy, incredulously. "Why, everybody knows I've been a shortwood girl. I'll roll him up in a bundle " Peg's hand sought the little body under the covers protectingly. "Oh, I won't hurt him, Peg," assured Jinnie. "We'll wrap him up the first fine day!
One of the police who had come upon the scene turned the light of his lantern on Peg's face; the blow that had struck her had torn her hair down, and it lay in a tangled mass about her white face, but her eyes were open and fixed on the Beggar Man. "Peg! Peg!" he said hoarsely. It was the first time he had ever called her by her Christian name, and a little smile wavered across her face.
"We are going home." "What will the gentleman say?" "What gentleman?" "The one that took me away from Peg's. Why, there he is now!" Mrs. Clifton followed the direction of Ida's finger, as she pointed to a gentleman passing. "Is he the one?" "Yes, mamma," said Ida, shyly. Mrs. Clifton pressed Ida to her breast. It was the first time she had ever been called mamma.
Thinks he's got his hands full, looking after the stock, keeping tabs on the doings of those rascally Mexican rustlers, that have been running off batches of cattle every little while; and fighting that big syndicate of Eastern capitalists, headed by the millionaire, Mr. Grant, Peg's father, that wants to throw all the Southwestern ranches into a close trust."
Sitting, his head in his hands, his eyes staring into the past, O'Connell was facing the second great tragedy of his life. While O'Connell sat there in that little room in New York trying to decide Peg's fate, a man, who had played some considerable part in O'Connell's life, lay, in a splendidly furnished room in a mansion in the West End of London dying.
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