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Fledra lay with her face to the wall as if asleep. Miss Shellington bent over her, and then crept quietly out to allow the girl to rest another hour. No sooner had the door closed than Fledra sat up with clenched fists, her face blanched with terror. She could not confront the inevitable without help.
There was a catch of genuine sorrow in his voice. Slowly Fledra looked back over her shoulder at him. "You've promised me that you'd never tell anybody what I told you." Horace supplemented his last rebuke with: "Nor will I! But I insist that you come to me the next time you are tempted to lie. Do you hear, Fledra?" "Yes," she answered.
Then, when I saw you, I thought as how princes never beat their women; but now I know you have to." If the young face had been less earnest, the gray eyes less entreating, Horace would have laughed despite his anger. "Of course, I shan't whip you, child," he said; "only I want you to prove your love for me by trusting me. You're a woman, Fledra. It would be an outrage to punish you that way.
"With fondest love to you, my darling, and to my baby and Katherine, I am, "Your own loving wife, "FLEDRA." The governor read and reread the letter, especially the part in which his wife implored him to aid Horace Shellington. He laid it down with a sigh. He well knew that Fledra's heart was tender toward all little ones since the disappearance of her own.
Softly kissing the girl, she said: "If I loved you less, Fledra dear, I should not be so anxious about you. But I'm so fond of you, child! Now, then, smile and kiss me!" Fledra flung her arms about the other. "I keep forgettin'. I'll try not to be bad any more."
"Don't you think that I might put Floyd in a good private hospital where he would be taken care of, and Fledra " His face turned ashen. Her fears were strengthened, and, although her conscience stung her, she continued, "Fledra's getting along so well that I would be willing to put her in a boarding school." "Are you tired of them, Ann?" "Oh, no no, far from that!
Young as she was, Fledra was an enigma to him. There was but one way to make her his woman, his wife, that was to force her confidence, and, once obtained, keep it. But his longing to caress her was stronger than his desire to conquer her, the warmth and softness of her lips he would not exchange for the world's wealth! "Sweetheart, Sweetheart!" he said, reddening.
"I haven't been well enough to go out, and she hasn't been here. I have heard from her only now and then on the 'phone. Poor child! I must try to get over there tomorrow." Next day Ann met Mrs. Vandecar with open arms. "Oh, Fledra," said she, "I've longed for you so many days! I do appreciate your coming!" "I knew you would, Ann. You are the first acquaintance I have called on in weeks.
But he felt the blood come up to his hair as he promised; for it seemed almost impossible to approach the girl with a matter so personal. For the present, he dismissed the thought. "What about the names, Ann?" he asked. "As you wish, Dear; Fledra doesn't care." From that moment, the boy, struggling with fever, and the gray-eyed girl, so like him, were called Floyd and Fledra Cronk.
"Ann is the one who is keeping me from thumping you, Brimbecomb. If you know anything of Fledra Cronk, I want you to tell me." "I've told you all I know," Everett answered. "For Ann's sake, I hope you've told me the truth; but, if you haven't, and have done anything to my little girl, then God protect you!"
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