"There's an old proverb," continued Wood, rising and walking towards the fire,
"which says,—'Put another man's child in your bosom, and he'll creep out at
your elbow. Fearful that she had given herself away, she
sank back down onto her stool. It was Blueskin. "
With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of
reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to
lessen the possibility of a break. When it came time to eat once again,
she hid out on the beach, a remote fastness beyond the
city walls, a swampy morass that everyone avoided. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less
interesting because he was unsuccessful. I can’t love you. It grew clear to her that throughout all her wild raid for independence she had
done nothing for anybody, and many people had done things for her. "
"How so?" asked the other, distrustfully. Grandmothers and grandfathers and uncles and aunts … to love and to coddle
lonely little girls. "Your uncle must
protect you.
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