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"I called your dad—called him good an' hard—an' he—he—"
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perfectorder! Oh, don't say Dad." Lucy's face whitened and she put a swift
hand upon his arm—a touch that thrilled him. "Lin [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! there's blood —on
your face. Don't—don't tell me Dad hit you?"
"I should say not," declared Slone [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], quickly lifting his hand to his face.
"Must be from my cut, that blood. I barked my hand holdin' Wildfire."
"Oh! I—I was sick with—with—" Lucy faltered and broke off, and then
drew back quickly, as if suddenly conscious of her actions and words.
Then Slone began to relate everything that had been said, and before
he concluded his story his heart gave a wild throb at the telltale face and
eyes of the girl.
"You said that to Dad!" she cried [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], in amaze and fear and admiration.
"Oh, Dad richly deserved it! But I wish you hadn't. Oh, I wish you
hadn't [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!"
"Why?" asked Slone.
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But she did not answer that. "Where are you going?" she questioned.
"Come to think of that, I don't know," replied Slone, blankly. "I started
back to fetch my things out of my room. That's as far as my muddled
thoughts got."
"Your things? … Oh!" Suddenly she grew intensely white. The little
freckles that had been so indistinct stood out markedly, and it was as