“Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly. The sun shined weakly through brief pinpricks
90
in the thick cloud cover, the weather was brewing a
storm. Ruth's mind was fertile
soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things
would spring up and blossom overnight. He was a bad dog; he
knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to
pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old
man, her hand held out. "
"I've just bethought me of a crib as'll serve their turn," interposed Sharples, "at
any rate, they'll be out o' the vay, and as safe as two chicks in a coop. “‘A SONG OF LADIES AND MY LADY
“‘Saintly white and a lily is Mary,
Margaret’s violets, sweet and shy;
Green and dewy is Nellie-bud fairy,
Forget-me-nots live in Gwendolen’s eye. ”
“As long as you remain under my roof—” he began, and paused. Except that this music we have
been swimming in is divine. ”
“He is certainly alive,” Anna declared. ’ He became aware of his friend’s face
before him. Tears sprang to her eyes. “But I still think of my old
foster brothers and sisters.
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