The devil is on top, not below. Manning loomed up ever and again into her world, full of a
futile solicitude, and almost always declaring she was splendid, splendid, and
wishing he could talk things out with her. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant
upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry,
which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards
whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. They
were bathing in the stream. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his
breast. Drummond patted him on the shoulder. Tears flowed in rivulets down
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her cheeks and she began to cry. "I wonder if you will understand what this kindness means
to me? I am so terribly wise—and so wofully ignorant!"
CHAPTER XII
The doctor shifted his books and magazines to the crook of his elbow.
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