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The old man nodded, with a flash of pleasure at the sight of the boy, then let his head fall wearily upon his breast. He felt very powerless. When he reached Piney's side he put out his hand and held to the boy's hand as though he found its warmth and firmness sustaining. "Let's git into the timber," said Piney, and they rode forward a little way quite silent.
That's why 'poor' Piney; because he will have to love." "Would that be so terrible?" The flash from the amber eyes that she turned up to him made the world go zig-zagging through a long space while Steering looked on with a great tremulous intake of breath. Then he steadied again to what he wanted to say to her and could say to her for Piney's sake. "It would be for Piney.
"Well, if you will be so good as to have the horse brought, I'll take Piney's path. I'm going to the hills to try to find Piney and Uncle Bernique. Think I'll sleep in the hills with them to-night. I feel so sad. When may I come back?" "Well, you see," the trouble crept into her voice again, misty, tremulous "you see, I may go away." "Oh!" he cried, and then again, "Oh!" a bitter wailing note.
"Dog-on you, old man," Bruce said, turning to grip Piney's hand again. He had it in mind to say a great many other things, in the way of appreciation, thanks, enthusiasms, but all he said was "dog-on you, old man, dog-on you," gripping Piney's hand as he said it. "You make yourself comfortable here in the shack to-night, will you, old man, and I'll go on up there.
From Poetical I am going on to" Bruce stopped to gather strength to project the word with the large and cadenced inflection he had enjoyed in the hill farm people, "going on to Canaan!" "Gre't gosh!" said the boy, and something in the way he said it made Bruce look at him quickly. Piney's brows were lifted and his lips were pulled back.
It was not to be forgotten that Old Bernique had emerged from the bridle-path in the Canaan Tigmores. "When did you make the find, Uncle Bernique?" he asked hoarsely. "Thees minute," control was coming back to the old man, he raised his head from Piney's shoulder and leaned toward Bruce "only thees minute!
The Duchess, without knowing exactly why, felt relieved, and, putting her head upon Piney's shoulder, spoke no more. And so reclining, the younger and purer pillowing the head of her soiled sister upon her virgin breast, they fell asleep. The wind lulled as if it feared to waken them.
They are in a little trouble over this up there, Piney." Steering tore the Grierson letter to bits as he spoke, and, then, his eyes wet and shining, he found Piney's pony and went to her in the garden. Piney lay back on the ground beside the fire. The glow fell squarely over his features, relaxed and softened now. He looked very hopefully and comfortingly young.
It happened that Kit's little turquoise forget-me-not ring was the particular forfeit dangling over Piney's head, when Billie stuck his head in at the open window with a couple of other boys, and Piney lifted her chin at the sound of his voice. "She must catch Billie Ellis, and bring him back to kneel at my feet, and hand over his forfeit."
Snatching the note from him, she tore it open, and read in Piney's well-known scrawl, "Dad won't let me come to you now, dear, but I'll try to slip out late to-night." Why should she want to come? She had said nothing about coming NOW and why should her father prevent her? Cissy crushed the note between her fingers, and faced the boy. "What are you staring at idiot?"
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