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None of them had seen Fledra, all were earnestly certain that the girl had not been about the house during the morning. Ann thought of Floyd, and for the nonce her fears were forced aside. In spite of her anxiety, she had a smile on her lips as she entered the breakfast-room and took her seat opposite the boy. "We'll have to eat without Sister this morning," she said gently to the convalescent.
I want Flea to marry Brother Horace." "And so she will," assured Ann. "Now then, Dear, try and sleep." During the rest of the afternoon Ann held conferences with her brother, fluttering back and forth from him to Floyd, and then to Fledra.
There weren't no living with me in prison, lessen I were strapped in the jacket till my meat were scorched. It seemed as how it made my hurt less for her to have my own skin blistered. Then, when I got out of prison, I never once took my eyes offen ye, and when yer woman gived ye Flea and Flukey " A cry from Fledra brought all eyes upon her save Lon's.
The pathos in her tones, the sad lines about Ann's sweet mouth, made Fledra grasp her hands in girlish impetuousness. "He'll come back to you, Sister Ann, some day," she breathed. "He thinks Pappy Lon ought to have us kids, and that's what makes him work against you and Brother Horace. He can't stay away from you long." Ann shook her head mournfully.
There were traces of tears on Fledra's face when Horace ushered her into the study. "Now, little girl, sit down and tell me about your lessons. I've been so busy lately that I haven't had time to show you my interest.... You've been crying, Fledra!" "Yes, I got mad, and Sister Ann talked to me." "Will you tell me why you became angry?" he queried.
As the memory of her hard work gripped him, he bent forward and took her slim, cold hand in his. "Fledra, I want you to pay attention to what I am going to say. I feel sure that you want to be a good girl. If I were not, I could not bear it. Even if you don't trust me, I'm going to help you all I can, anyway."
The sensitive face gathered a deep flush: "I've never lied to you, Brother Horace," she replied gently. "If I could believe you, child, if I could place absolute confidence in your word, I should have courage to go into the struggle without losing hope." "What's Pappy Lon done?" "He has employed Everett Brimbecomb to take you back to Ithaca." Fledra shrank back as if he had struck her.
He remembered plainly what he had said, but did not communicate it to his sister. She was so frail, so gently modest, that an angry man's language would hurt her. "I told him," ended Horace, "to do whatever he thought best, and that, if Cronk came here again, I should shoot him down like a dog. I think we ought to tell Fledra, and then, too, I desire to speak to her of something else.
"Course I will, Brother Horace. Scoot along, Fledra!" "This way, child," whispered Horace. "I've something oh, such a dear something! to say to you." They quietly passed the deputy, who only raised his eyes, smiled at Fledra, and dropped his gaze again to his paper. When Horace's door was closed, Horace took Fledra into his embrace and kissed her again and again.
The scowman relieved Lon of his burden and carried the half-drowned girl below, whither the squatter, dripping with water, quickly followed. Snatchet was directly in his path, and he kicked the dog under the table. At the yelp, Fledra lifted her head, and Lon bent over her. "What'd ye jump in the lake for, Flea?" he asked. Still somewhat dazed, Fledra failed to answer.
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