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Janet was pressing her face against the weary one upon the pillow, and murmuring over and over in a gentle lullaby, "My Cap'n, my Cap'n!" Thornly came over to the cot and raised Billy to feed him the drink. Billy looked up and smiled feebly. "If I ain't needed here," Ai said, "I'll take a haul o' coffee an' then fetch some down t' the men." Janet started. "Oh!
Unconsciously he had been a link between Janet and the Hills. In his slow, dull fashion he repeated all he saw and heard at the Station, and Thornly, trusting to Tapkins's uncomprehending manner, sent messages to the dunes that he knew Janet's keener wit would interpret and understand. But Thornly had still something to learn about Tapkins.
One day it would shine forth with the sweet questioning of joyous girlhood. Then Thornly, remembering how the question had been answered on a certain summer day when ignorance died and knowledge was born, wiped away the expression while his heart grew heavy within him.
I'm always interested in heredity and I'd like to know the girl's mother. Something ought to account for my pimpernel." Thornly was rising. "I'll try to account for my flower, Mr. Devant," he said. "I dare say some untoward wind bore it from its original environment; it may be that the same reasons exist in the case of this flower of yours. Good night!" "Stay to late dinner, Dick!
James B. evidently agreed with her, for he turned and went disconsolately toward the wharf. Thornly smiled and his old cheerfulness returned. He was seeing these people, slowly, through Janet's eyes. They were so brave, patient, and humorous. They were so human and faulty and lovable. Among them she, poor little wayfarer, had got her life lesson how would she apply it now?
"Or counterfeits. Have you ever read 'Peer Gynt, Dick?" "Yes. Ibsen has a gloomy charm for me. I read all he writes in about the same way a child reads goblin tales. I enjoy the shivers." "You remember the woman who gave Peer permission to marry the one pure love of his life but stipulated that she should forever sit beside them?" "Yes!" Thornly smiled grimly.
"Ah! that is good," said the old gentleman, as he passed on. "Give my love to him." "Surely, I'm off scent this time," muttered Job to himself, as he slowly followed in the steps of the young man. Entering the Commercial Hotel, he stepped up to the desk, and turned over the pages of the register. Presently he found the name of George Thornly, room 104. Ah! this was the man he had followed.
Mark's voice was full of tears as he said this. "Ye had the right t' shout out a call t' me, lad. You'd have done the like fur any little skiff you'd seen in danger." Then he turned upon Thornly. "What right hev ye got t' steal my gal's looks? An' what tricks hev ye used t' git 'em, an' her happiness 'long with 'em?" Thornly winced.
"We are all captains down here," she explained, "we each have our captain. Mine is over at the Station on the beach. I'm staying just now with Captain David at the Light, while I'm looking for something to do." "Miss Janet, I have a business proposition!" Thornly folded his arms. "I've had an inspiration.
"Katharine and I have had a sneaking desire to ask you if you'd found us out, but we waited for you to make the first move." "I'm slow to move in any game," Thornly replied. "I rather think it comes from my chess training. When a child begins that pastime, as you might say, in his cradle, with such a teacher as father, it's apt to influence his character." "Exactly.
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