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The Dawn of A To-morrow | Frances Hodgson Burnett | |
Chapter IV |
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" 'T ain't fair to arst that wye," Glad put in with shrewd logic. "Miss Montaubyn she allers knows it WILL come--an' it does." "Something--not myself--turned my feet toward this place," said Dart. "I was thrust from one thing to another. I was forced to see and hear things close at hand. It has been as if I was under a spell. The woman in the room below--the woman lying dead!" He stopped a second, and then went on: "There is too much that is crying out aloud. A man such as I am--it has FORCED itself upon me --cannot leave such things and give himself to the dust. I cannot explain clearly because I am not thinking as I am accustomed to think. A change has come upon me. I shall not use the pistol--as I meant to use it." Glad made a friendly clutch at the sleeve of his shabby coat. "Right O!" she cried. "That 's it! You buck up sime as I told yer. Y' ain't stony broke an' there's 'allers to-morrer." Antony Dart's expression was weirdly retrospective. "I did not think so this morning," he answered. "But there is," said the girl. "Ain't there now, curick? There 's a lot o' work in yer yet; yer could do all sorts o' things if y' ain't too proud. I 'll 'elp yer. So 'll the curick. Y' ain't found out yet what a little folks can live on till luck turns. Me, I'm goin' to try Miss Montaubyn's wye. Le's both try. Le 's believe things is comin'. Le 's get 'er to talk to us some more." The curate was thinking the thing over deeply. "Yer see," Glad enlarged cheerfully, "yer look almost like a gentleman. P'raps yer can write a good 'and an' spell all right. Can yer?" "Yes." "I think, perhaps," the curate began reflectively, "particularly if you can write well, I might be able to get you some work." |
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