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And the more he thought about it the more it seemed to him horrible that anybody should have lived as his father had lived and die as he had died, without anybody having really loved him. It was horrible that he, Ranny, should not have loved him.
He put his arm round her and kissed her. "You're all right now, aren't you?" "Yes, Ran, dear, I'm all right." She smiled. "Run away and don't keep Winny waiting." And Ranny looked back, laughing, through the doorway. "You know, Mother, it reelly is all right. And you're an angel." And she said, "There! Go along with you." He went. "Ranny, how nice you look!"
My material for this last book will show what tremendous progress the civilization of two centuries on this continent has made over the lowest and wildest forms of human brotherhood. That's my idea, Ranny. I'm an optimist.
Ranny had ways, soft words, cajoleries, caresses that charmed her in her secret desolation. Balancing himself on the arm of her chair, he had his face hidden in the nape of her neck, where he affected ecstasy and the sniffing in of fragrance, as if his mother were a flower. "What do you do?" said Ranny. "Do you bury yourself in violets all night, or what?" "Violets indeed! Get along with you!"
It was Violet who should have been making beefsteak pies. But once plunged in Winny couldn't stop. She went on till she had mended all Ranny's clothes and sewed new Poly. ribbon on all the vests he ran in. She loved those vests more than anything he wore. They belonged to the old splendid Ranny who had once been hers. As long as Violet was comfortable with Ranny she would stay with him.
Indeed, he was a very different-looking person from the boy that six months ago had mortified her by his appearance at her Easter party in "the classiest coat in the market." The propriety of his garments made her suspect that Uncle Ranny had had a hand in their selection. "And I like the way he's got his hair slicked back," she thought. "I wonder how he ever managed it?"
It was the first time that Ransome had availed himself of this privilege conferred on him by the Poly. He said he wouldn't keep the medical man a minute. But the medical man kept Ranny many minutes, thumping, sounding, intimately and extensively overhauling him. For more minutes than Ranny at all liked, he played about him with a stethoscope.
Here they wandered for what seemed an eternity of bliss. "What more do you want?" said Winny. "Isn't this beautiful enough for anybody?" Neither of them had any idea that the beauty and the glamour of it was in their own souls as they drank each other's mystery. "Let's just sit and listen to the band," she said. And they sat and listened to it for another eternity, till Ranny became restless.
You can't play fast and loose like that. I've engaged those rooms from a week to-day. Where am I to go to?" "You can go to hell if you like," said Ranny, with marked amiability. Up to that point Mercier had been amiable too. But when Ranny told him where he might go to he began to look unpleasant. Unpleasant, not dangerous; oh no, not dangerous at all.
"Vi'let's no more idea of looking after anybody than the cat." "It isn't her fault, Mother." "I'm not saying it's her fault. But it's a pity all the same you should have to put up with it." "It's larks for me to what Vi puts up with. I shouldn't mind, if " He drew back, shy before the trouble of his soul. "If what, Ranny?" she said, gently. "If she seemed to care a bit more for the kid.
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