A prayer prayed
proper, and prayed by them as ain't plaguein' the Lord constant about
their souls an' other diseases, is always dooly regarded. Yes, sir, a
occasional petition is always heard and worketh wonders as the--my land,
Mr. Geoffrey, look at your face!"
"I know, Mrs. Trapes. Has she come in yet?"
"Not yet--an' glad I am. You're all bleedin'--stoop your head a
bit--there!" and very tenderly she staunched the cut below the curly
hair with an apron clean and spotless as usual. "And the b'y--lord,
what's come to him?"
"A black eye--two, I'm afraid. Anyhow, I'll look after him and get him
into bed before she comes; can you keep her away till I've done so?"
"I'll try. Poor lad!" she sighed, touching Spike's drooping head with
bony fingers, "if she wasn't his sister, I'd be sorry for him!"
So Ravenslee took Spike in hand, bathing his bruised and battered
features and setting ice water to his puffy lips, which the lad gulped
thirstily. Thereafter he revived quickly but grew only the more morose
and sulky.
"All right," he muttered, "I'll go t' bed, only--leave me, see!"
"Can't I help you?"
"No--you lemme alone.
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