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"That isn't what I meant," corrected Jerry. "Yes, it is what ye meant. Don't tell untruths with the storm ragin' outside," replied Peg. "I was thinking that I don't remember Alaric ever telling me that he had such a charming cousin." "Oh, do you know Alaric?" asked Peg with a quick smile. "Very well," answered Jerry. Peg's smile developed into a long laugh. "And why that laugh?" queried Jerry.
She looked at Ben again. "Why aren't you at Heeler's?" she asked. He laughed sheepishly, and exchanged glances with her stepfather. "Because we ain't, that's why," he said, significantly. Peg's mother broke in fretfully: "A lazy, ungrateful lot that's what I say they are! Never satisfied!
A cry welled up from Peg's heart to her lips, and was stifled. The room swam around her. Was all her misery to end? Did this man come back from the mists of memory BECAUSE he loved her? She tried to speak but nothing came from her parched lips and tightened throat.
Virginia made a negative gesture and smiled, settling herself hopefully for a story, but Lafe brought a frightened expression quickly to her face by his low, even voice, and the ominous meaning of his words. "Me an' Peg's awful poor," said he. "Then mebbe I'd better not stay, Mr. Lafe," faltered Jinnie. The cobbler threaded his fingers through his hair.
The night of the day following the incidents in the preceding chapter incidents that determined Peg's future O'Connell was sitting in his little work room, surrounded by books of reference, and loose sheets of manuscript, developing his great work the real work of his life because in it he would incorporate everything that would further the march of advancement in Ireland to work and thought and government by her people.
I seized the opportunity, while the Professor was giving Peg's foot a final look, to rearrange my hair, which was emphatically a sight. I hardly think Andrew would have recognized me that morning. We led Peg up the steep incline, back into the lane where I had strayed, and at length we reached the main road again. Here I began to lay down the law to Redbeard.
He said the dog's face had a look of Michael Quinlan, the Fenian. So "Michael" he was named and he took his place in the little home. He became Peg's boon companion. They romped together like children, and they talked to each other and understood each other. "Michael" had an eloquent tail, an expressive bark and a pair of eyes that told more than speech.
It was a fortune for any girl to make, and what was better yet, buckled to her young shoulders in the shortwood strap was almost her next day's supply. As she replaced the money in her pocket and walked toward the market, she murmured gravely, "Mebbe Peg's kisses helped me to get it, but but I musn't forget Lafe's prayers." Her smile was radiant and self-possessed.
Jack was very certain that, in any case, Myra Revell supplied all that he lacked, and the very thought of spending Christmas Day in her company sent a pang of longing through his heart. Margaret cherished a romantic admiration for Mrs. Revell, who was still a girl at heart despite the presence of a grown-up family. Dennis was at Marlborough with Tom; while Pat or Patricia was Peg's bosom chum.
The crimson blood swept Peg's face and died away again, leaving her as white as marble. It was the last thing of which she had ever dreamed that this child this baby would ever turn her out of the house! Her loyal heart felt as if it must burst with shame and pain, but she shrugged her shoulders with a brave display of indifference. "Well, I'll see what Mr. Forrester says," she answered coolly.
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