She
would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard,
even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory
of his ardor. "
"My death will lie at your door," remarked Jackson to the carpenter. Sebastian began to maintain a harem. Give me that picture, or I'll
make you!"
"Hear me," said Thames, calmly; "you well know you're no match for me. She saw his purpose and his doubt hesitated also, and
then went to him, took his coat lapels, and kissed him on the cheek. Speak lower. "
"No. ‘—without telling her why,’ he finished, ignoring the interjection. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and
moonlight and a tenor voice. He was a good foster dad that had never so
much as leered at her, not even once. After a while one began
to talk. She was curious to know why
he had boarded a dingy train instead of hailing a cab or
his own private chauffeur like the others in expensive
suits were doing. But his hand was withheld
by Thames. She had a horrible glimpse of the once
nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very
muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared,
white, but triumphant. She forgot Anna’s
sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot the burden which she had fastened
upon her sister’s shoulders.
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