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As he read on, his voice became husky, and the child's eyes were fixed on him with devouring eagerness, till the awful end came, and Wikkey broke into an agony of weeping. "I thought some one would have saved Him," Wikkey gasped. "I didn't know as He was killed; you never told me He was killed." "Wikkey, little lad hush look here! it was all right at the end.
A quick turn of the bony wrist showed how dexterously the trick had been done, and Wikkey went off into a shrill cackle at the recollection of his triumphs. "He's the biggest flat as ever I came across. Why, I've seen him look up and down the gutter for them browns till I thought I'd have killed myself with trying not to laugh out."
"If that is folly, commend me to a fool," he said: and then, after some moments of silent thought "I don't see why you should not keep the boy, Lawrence; you have no one to think of except yourself, unless, indeed, Mrs. Evans " "Oh, she's all right!" broke in his cousin; "I believe she has taken a fancy to Wikkey."
"Wikkey, poor little chap, how bad you are," said Lawrence, looking sadly down on the huddled-up figure; "you oughtn't to be out. You you haven't been watching for me like this?" "I've been a watching and a watching," Wikkey answered, in faint hoarse tones, "and I thought you'd taken to another crossing and I'd never see you again."
"Always is a long time off; we needn't think about that; you are going to stay with me now;" and then feeling some compensation necessary for the weakness of his conduct, he added very gravely, "that is, Wikkey, if you promise to be a good boy and to mind what I and Mrs. Evans say to you, and always to speak the truth."
Almost incredulously Lawrence looked down, and then, with pale, set features, he rose, and laying Wikkey on the bed, sank on his knees beside it, and buried his face in the pillow, with the sound of a great sob. Reginald approached the bed, and laying his hand for a moment on the bowed head, spoke low and solemnly "The blessing of a soul that was ready to perish come upon you, Lawrence."
Evans, therefore, he bade her tell Wikkey that he would come back presently; and then he said, timidly: "Should you mind it very much, nurse, if I were to keep the boy here? The doctor says he is dying, so that it would not be for long, and I would take all the trouble I could off your hands.
For Wikkey did not die at the end of the week, or of many succeeding weeks: warmth and food, and Mrs. Evans' nursing powers combined, caused one of those curious rallies not uncommon in cases of consumption, though no one who saw the boy's thin, flushed cheeks, and brilliant eyes, could think the reprieve would be a long one.
The examination of the patient did not last long, and at its conclusion the doctor muttered something about the "workhouse as of course, Mr. Granby, you are not prepared " The look of imploring agony which flashed from the large, wide-open eyes made Lawrence sign to the doctor to follow him into another room; but before leaving Wikkey he gave him an encouraging nod, saying: "All right, Wikkey.
Dusk came on, and then lamp-light, and still Wikkey sat there. A policeman passing on his beat saw the haggard face and heard the choking cough.
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