Indiana -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; People with disabilities -- Fiction; Swamps -- Fiction
“Look at it, sir!” he said. “A thousand times I've cursed it, hanging
there helpless. She took it on the street, before all the people, just
as if she didn't see that it was a thing to hide and shrink from. Again
and again I've had the feeling with her, if I didn't entirely forget it,
that she didn't see it was gone and I must he pointing it out to her.
Her touch on it was so sacred-like, at times since I've caught meself
looking at the awful thing near like I was proud of it, sir. If I had
been born your son she couldn't be traiting me more as her equal, and
she can't help knowing you ain't truly me father. Nobody can know the
homeliness or the ignorance of me better than I do, and all me lack of
birth, relatives, and money, and what's it all to her?”
Freckles stepped back, squared his shoulders, and with a royal lift of
his head looked straight into the Boss's eyes.
“You saw her in the beautiful little room of her, and you can't be
forgetting how she begged and plead with you for me. She touched me
body, and 'twas sanctified. She laid her lips on my brow, and 'twas
sacrament. Nobody knows the height of her better than me. Nobody's
studied my depths closer. There's no bridge for the great distance
between us, sir, and clearest of all, I'm for realizing it: but she
risked terrible things when she came to me among that gang of thieves.
She wore herself past bearing to save me from such an easy thing as
death! Now, here's me, a man, a big, strong man, and letting her live
under that fearful oath, so worse than any death 'twould be for her, and
lifting not a finger to save her. I cannot hear it, sir. It's killing me
by inches! Black Jack's hand may not have been hurt so bad. Any hour he
may be creeping up behind her! Any minute the awful revenge he swore
to be taking may in some way fall on her, and I haven't even warned her
father. I can't stay here doing nothing another hour. The five nights
gone I've watched under her windows, but there's the whole of the day.
She's her own horse and little cart, and's free to be driving through
the town and country as she pleases. If any evil comes to her through
Black Jack, it comes from her angel-like goodness to me. Somewhere he's
hiding! Somewhere he is waiting his chance! Somewhere he is reaching out
for her! I tell you I cannot, I dare not be bearing it longer!”
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