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He attempted to rise; but Ann's restraining hand held him back. "Floyd, Floyd, dear, we don't know where she's gone; but my brother will come soon, and he'll find her. He won't let Fledra be kept from us, if she wants to come back." The boy's rigid body did not relax at her assurance, nor did her argument lessen his determination. "But what about Lem? You don't know Lem, Sister Ann.
"Fledra, they call her," interrupted Brimbecomb, with a keen glance at his companion. "Yes, so I've heard. Ann said that this Fledra was not going out at all." "Do you know why?" "Why, I supposed that it was because their father had asked for them and they feared some foul play." "Foul play!" cried Brimbecomb. "Why, Mrs. Vandecar, don't you think that a father ought to have his own children?"
Three days crawled slowly along, and yet Horace made no response to the many frantic telegrams that Ann had sent. Never had the hours seemed so leaden-winged as those passed waiting for him to come. Ann had received one note from him, and three letters for Fledra lay unopened in the girl's room. His note to Ann was from Boston, and she immediately sent a despatch to him there.
Fledra Vandecar clutched at Ann's sleeve. "He's praying, Ann! He's praying!" Miss Shellington bowed her head in assent. "Poor baby, poor little dear!" Mrs. Vandecar's voice was louder than before. "Hush, hush!" breathed Ann. "Come away. He's so very ill!" "Pity pity my simplicity," murmured Floyd again, "and Lord prepare my soul a place!" Mrs.
Only exquisite torture for Vandecar's flesh and blood would appease the wrath of Midge and the pale-faced child. "I love ye well enough to want ye to do my will," he brought out huskily, "and when Flukey gits well he'll come with me, too." Fledra braced herself for the ordeal. Lon had promised her in his letter that sacrificing herself would mean safety for Floyd and her lover.
"I can't tell, although I have watched her very closely." A strange grip caught Everett's heart. He could not think of the small, dark girl without a pang of emotion. He had made no effort to see Fledra; yet he was constantly wishing that chance would throw her in his path. Later, he intended in some way to bring about another interview.
He did not wait to see Ann comply; but turned to Fledra, who, still wrapped in unconsciousness, lay crouched on the floor, her dark curls massed in confusion. Granny Cronk's blouse had fallen away, leaving the rounded shoulders bare and gleaming in the faint yellow light. The father gathered the daughter into his arms with passionate tenderness.
She passed an arm about Fledra and continued, "It would be better if we were not to talk of family troubles any more, Floyd.... Fledra, won't you ask Mildred to play something for you?" The rest of Mildred's stay was so strained that Miss Shellington breathed a sigh of relief when Katherine suggested going. For a few seconds neither Ann nor Fledra spoke after the closing of the door.
"Don't let your position interfere with what I am doing; for, if you do, Ann, friendship, or anything won't deter me from " Brimbecomb rose to his feet and faced the other. "Threats are not in order," said he. His deliberate speech made Horace turn upon him. "I, too, intend to marry!" was his answer. "I intend to marry Fledra Cronk!" Brimbecomb ejaculated in anger.
She told him that the stranger had gone; but that, as she had received no communication, she did not know the next steps that would be taken. It was nearly nine o'clock when Ann tapped softly upon Fledra's door. There had been no sign of life from the blue room that morning; for Miss Shellington had given orders that Fledra be allowed to sleep if she so wished.
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