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Cuttin' down barriers ain't goin' t' do nothin' but cause waste o' time in buildin' 'em up agin." Never before in his life had Mark spoken so eloquently nor so lengthily. A dimness rose in Thornly's eyes, and a respect for the awkward fellow grew in his heart. He arose and stood before Tapkins, his hand resting protectingly upon "The Pimpernel."
I'm going to let as brave and trusty a little craft as ever sailed go out into the broad waters where she belongs. Do you catch on, Tapkins?" "I do that!" murmured Mark, and he dropped Thornly's hand. "I'll watch out, Mr. Thornly. It's my way t' watch, an' I'm learnin' one thing over an' over. In this life there's plenty t' learn if you've got power!" Mark had done his duty and departed.
She recalled Devant with a sense of hurt and pity; but Thornly came to her memory with a radiance that grew with absence and, perhaps, forgetfulness on his part. With the proud young womanhood that remained with the girl like a royal birthright, the knowledge of all that Thornly's renunciation of her help in his art meant brought the warm blood to her cheek and a prayer of gratitude to her lips.
A huge room overlooking the sea! It has space left on the wall for a big picture, and Mason gave me an order. 'Go down to that heaven-preserved spot, he said, 'get the spirit of the place, and put it in my den. I don't mind the price. Stay down all summer, but get it!" "Do you think you can?" asked Devant. Thornly's gaze contracted.
"How far am I from the Station?" he shouted. It was Thornly's voice! It was the little whistle's call that had stilled the storm, and brought hope! Janet could not answer. All power seemed gone from her. When he came close he would know her and then why, why had he come? The girl had forgotten her disfiguring garments. Thornly was within a foot of her before he understood. Then he reeled back.
A deep flush rose to Thornly's cheeks, but the proud uplift of the head renewed hope in the older man's heart. "You say," he continued, toying with his glass, "that to drag Katharine from her world would be ruinous to her; to drag this child of the dunes from her world would be to put it none too harshly hell! I've looked the girl's antecedents up since that day on the Hills.
"Let's take it easier;" Mark paused in the path, and wiped his streaming face. They did not speak again until Thornly's hut was almost at their feet. Billy's face was grim and threatening, but Mark's showed signs of doubt and wavering. His recollections of city calm and coolness were not uplifting in this emergency. Folks in town had always outwitted Mark by their calmness.
Devant felt himself baffled, and anger arose within him. "Suppose," he said hoarsely, "suppose I could offer you Thornly's love?" The stab was cruel, and the wound smarted. Under the soft, brown skin the color died away, and the eyes widened and deepened. "That is no gift of yours!" she whispered proudly; "and I know now what happens to girls like my mother and me when we forget!"
"Any news this morning?" he said cheerily, pushing a stool toward Mark. "She's come off," said Tapkins with his eyes fixed upon "The Pimpernel." "Is already off?" Thornly's color rose. "You know you said they were coming soon." "They've come! Her an' Billy is down t' Davy's." "And Billy, how is he?" asked Thornly. "Middlin'. But he ain't complainin' none. Say, Mr.
Thornly's door was set open to strangers and whatever air was stirring. He, himself, was sitting inside, his back to his coming guests and his eyes upon the unfinished picture upon the easel. Remnants of a chafing-dish meal were spread upon a small table, and silence brooded over all. It was only when Mark and Billy stood at the door that Thornly turned.
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