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But even this problem, so torturing to his nerves, was presently lost sight of in the simple, practical difficulty of detaching Winny from the children; or rather, of detaching the children from Winny, of tearing, as they had to tear, them from her, piecemeal, first Baby, then Dossie, with every circumstance of barbarous cruelty.
"But that," said Winny, "makes it all the sadder." She was sorry for the Emu, so bereaved and so deluded, dancing his fruitless, lamentable dance. "He is funny, isn't he?" said Stanny.
"But you will, won't you?" she rejoined, looking him coaxingly in the face. Unable to withstand this appeal, Thames gave the required promise, adding, "Oh! Winny, I wish Mr. Wood had been my father, as well as yours." "So do I!" she cried; "for then you would have been really my brother. No, I don't, either; because " "Well, Winny?"
Remarkable company you seem to keep, Mr. Mallery. Who is the creature?" "The heir of Hastings' Hall," said Theodore, briefly and sadly. Winny looked both startled and shocked "Oh, Theodore! not Pliny Hastings?" "Yes, Pliny Hastings. The admiration of half the young ladies in the city, and they are industriously helping him to be what he is. Good-night, Winny.
"O Lord, we thank you for this bread and butter and tea." Then he commenced at once on the subject of his thoughts. Conversation addressed to Winny. "Do you go to school?" "Yes." "What kind of a place is school?" "Nice enough place if you want to learn, stupid if you don't." "Do you want to learn?" "Some." "Well, what do you learn?"
And Winny struggled; she tried to hold him back; she put forth all her innocent guile; she pitted her fragile charm against the stupendous magic of the Exhibition. She loitered, spellbound to all appearance, in the bazaar, before the streaming, shining booths that poured out their strange merchandise, Italian, French, Indian, Chinese, and Japanese.
Theodore went forward and opened it, and Pliny, listening, heard a clear, smoothly modulated voice ask: "Will your friend take breakfast with you, Theodore, and have you any directions?" "No special directions," answered Theodore, smiling. "Is that a hint that we are woefully late, Winny? It is too bad; we will be down very soon now."
For she had tried to frighten him with the harm she said it did her. "My dear Ransome, if she had a dozen children it wouldn't do her any harm." It was the same tale as before, and he couldn't understand it. For of the flame of maternity, the flame that burned in Winny, it was evident that Violet hadn't got a spark.
Ann's Terrace, Winny lay awake and cried. Violet Usher had come back. It was from the next day, Sunday, that he dated it what happened. It followed as a sequel to the events of Sunday. For Ransome was convinced that it never could have happened if he had not gone with Wauchope on Sunday evening to that Service for Men.
"Well, it won't do to have that young woman's name brought forward in the evidence." "Who'd bring it?" "Your wife, if she defends the suit. That would be her game, you may be sure." It would, Randall reflected. That was the very point suggested last night by his inner sanity, the use that might be made of Winny. Winny's innocent presence in his house might ruin his case if it were known.
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