"If we take him, I don't mind giving you a share—say a fourth—provided you lend a helping hand. Give me your staff. And you will. “You have dyed your hair and darkened your eyebrows. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. ’ He turned to the lodgekeeper behind him, whose shocked fear had given place to a direful frown. I thought that you were he. “You wouldn’t. Do you understand?’ ‘Aye, sir. All emotions laid hold of him, but none could he stay long enough to analyze it. But I'll tell e'e what we might do——" The young man heard no more. Never again to be alone! To fit herself into this man's life as a hand into a glove; to use all her skill to force him into the position of depending upon her utterly; to be the spark to the divine fire! He should have his book, even if it had to be written with her heart's blood. She got up, put the neat cuffs she had made into her work-basket, and went to the bureau for the little cards in the morocco case. Since the discovery of them, she had been madly eager to read these typewritten tales. A boy can forget his amatory troubles playing baseball; but a girl can't find any particular distraction in doing fancy work.
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