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Evidently, the fair, almost fragile face which possessed such attraction for Lawrence in his strength had none for the weakly boy; possibly he had seen too many pale, delicate faces to care much about them. But Lawrence, unreasonably nettled, broke out hotly "Wikkey, you mustn't talk like that!" while the curate laughed and said: "All right, Wikkey, stick to Mr.
Evans returned, preserving her severest manner, though she eyed Wikkey with some curiosity; "only if you had mentioned when you engaged my rooms that you intended turning them into a refuge for vagabonds, it would have been more satisfactory to all parties." "I know all that.
"It was good of Him it was good," the child repeated again and again, with a world of love shining in his eyes, till, worn out with his emotion, he fell asleep, and was gently laid by Lawrence in his bed. But in the middle of the night sounds of stifled weeping aroused Lawrence. "What is it, Wikkey boy?" he asked, groping his way to him. "Are you worse?"
Reginald came and went as he could spare time; sometimes he prayed in such short and simple language as Wikkey could join in and the expression of his face showed that he did so sometimes he knelt in silence, praying earnestly for the departing soul, and for Lawrence in his mournful watch.
"Lawrence Granby, that is my name. But, Wikkey, you must not call him 'chap'; you must call him Mr. Trevor." "Oh, my eye! he's a swell, is he? I never call you nothink only guvner; I shall call you Lawrence; it's a big name like you, and a deal nicer nor guvner." Lawrence gave a little laugh. Was it his duty to inculcate a proper respect for his betters into this boy?
"Tim was a bad man to pretend to be blind when he wasn't," said Lawrence, severely. "But now, Wikkey, shall I read you a story about the King?" "Did He live in London?" "No, He lived in a country a long way off; but that makes no difference, because He is God, and can see us everywhere, and He wants us to be good."
To which Wikkey promptly returned in the shrill, aggressively aggrieved voice of the London Arab: "I reckon it don't do you no harm, guvner; a cat may look at a king." Lawrence laughed, and threw him a copper, saying, "You are a cheeky little fellow," and went on his way.
"It was wicked all the same; and though I did not see you do it, there was Someone Who did Someone Who sees everything you do. Have you ever heard of God, Wikkey?" "Yes, I've heard on Him. I've heard the Name times about. "He is everywhere, though you cannot see Him, and He sees everything you do." "Is he good?" "Very good." "As good as you?" "A great deal better."
I think if I were ill like you I should like it; and you need not feel frightened, for the King will not leave you. He will be taking care of you all the time, and you will go to Him." "Are you quite certain?" No room for doubt here and the answer came unhesitatingly "Quite certain, Wikkey." "And you are sure that you'll come too?"
It needed all Lawrence's assurances that the King saw his repentance, and had certainly forgiven yes, and the prayer for pardon which the young man, blushing red-hot in the darkness at the unwonted effort, uttered in husky tones, with the child's thin hands clasped in his own before Wikkey was sufficiently quieted to sleep again.
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