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How he would have liked to bruise the sweet, upturned face, marking the white cheeks with the impressions of his fists! But he dared not. She would run away again and to Lem he had given the opportunity to drag her to fathomless depths. Fledra misread his thoughts, and said quickly: "I wouldn't care if you beat me every day, Pappy Lon only let me stay. I'll work for my board.
The wonderful events of the evening had taken place in such rapid order that she had no time to express her happiness to the girl. She opened her arms, and Fledra darted into them. "It's all because you prayed, Sister Ann," she sobbed, "and because you taught me how to pray. Does does Horace know about my new father and mother?" "No, Dear; he left Tarrytown before we ourselves knew.
Presently he asked sharply: "Why did you lie to my sister, Fledra?" "I just did, and you said you wouldn't tell." "Was it because you lied to her that you cried?" She tossed his question over in her mind. She intended to be truthful to him, unless a falsehood were forced from her to shield Ann. "I cried because Sister Ann was so good to me."
He had not shrunk from the dangers of the settlement, and, in spite of the peril of Lem and Lon, he had been willing to drag her away from harm for the love of her. The thought was infinitely sweet. At length Ann brought her to the present. "Fledra dear, can you realize that little Mildred is your own sister, and that Mildred's mother is yours?
The girl looked appealingly at Lem. The scowman's squinted eyes and the contortions of his face caused Fledra to cry out: "Lem, Lem, save me! save me!" Crabbe drew his heavy body more compactly together, and, with his eyes glued upon the revolver, advanced along the wall toward Brimbecomb.
"No one could force her to jump from the window of her bedroom." "Everett, Fledra has always said that she hated her father, and that she never wanted to go back to him, because he abused both her and her brother." "Yes, so you told me before, and I think I remember telling you that you were making a mistake in trusting in her truthfulness.
"Fledra, beloved heart," groaned Vandecar, "please don't struggle like that! You'll be very ill. I promised you that you should have them back some day soon, very soon. Fledra, sweet wife, you still have the baby and me and Katherine." "I want my little children! I want my boy and girl!" gasped Mrs. Vandecar. "I will have them, I will! No, I sha'n't lie down till I have them!
Fledra demanded again, this time looking at the canalman. "Yep; but we didn't know that you was here, Flea." "Then you won't take anything now, will you?" "We don't go till you come with us, Flea!" Lon moved nearer her as he spoke. "Ye be my brat, and ye'll come home with yer pappy!" Fledra choked for breath. "I can't go with you tonight," she replied, bending over in supplication.
She remembered how carefully Ann had instructed her never to mention Lon Cronk or any of the episodes in their early days at Ithaca; but Flukey had never been thus warned. "Mildred, dear," Ann said anxiously, "Floyd and Fledra were unfortunate in losing their mother, and more unfortunate in having a father who doesn't care for them as your father does for you."
"Then mind yer own business and get out of this here cabin! I'll see to Flea." Fledra had faith that Lon Cronk would do as he promised. How often had there come to her mind the times when she was but a little girl the squatter had said when he would whip her, and she had waited in shivering terror through the long day until the big thief returned home he never forgot his anger of the morning.
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