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f the darkness into his life, a few nights ago, an unexpected invasion, but one not to be repelled, nor did he wish to repel it. He was amazed to hear himself uttering his thoughts aloud. "I always liked you when you were a little girl," he said, as though he accounted for something to himself. "Better than Miriam?" she asked quickly. "Of course." "Oh," she said, and paused. "But I feel as if Miriam--" She stopped again and waited for his next words, but he saw the steepness of the path on which he had set his feet and he would not follow it. "And I used to think you looked--well, brave." "Did I? Don't I now?" "Yes; so you see, you must be." "I'll try. Three stars," she said, looking up. "But mayn't I--mayn't I say the things I'm thinking?" "I hope you will," he answered gravely; "but then, you must be careful what you think." "This is a very gentle lecture," she said. "Four stars, now. Five. When I've counted seven, we'll go back, but I rather hoped you would be a little cross." Pleased, yet half irritated, by this simplicity, he stood in silence while she counted her seven stars. CHAPTER XI It had long been a custom of the Canipers to spend each warm Sunday evening in the heather, and there, if Daniel were not already with them, they would find him waiting, or they would watch for his gaunt, loose figure to come across the moor. This habit had begun when his father was alive, and the stern chapel-goer's anger must be dared before Daniel could appear with the light of a martyr on his brow. In those days, Zebedee, who was working under the old doctor, sometimes arrived with Daniel, and sank with an unexpressed relief into the lair which was a little hollow in the moor, where heather grew thickly on the sides, but permitted pale violets and golden tormentilla to creep about the grassy bottom. Zebedee was more than ten years older than his brother, and he suffered from a loneliness which made their honest welcome of great value to him. He liked to listen to the boys' precocious talk and watch the grace and beauty of the girls before he went back to the ugly house in the town of dreary streets, to the work he liked and wearied himself over, and the father he did not understand. Then he went away, and he never knew how bitterly Helen missed him, how she had recognized the tired look which said he had been working too hard, and the unhappy look which betrayed his quarrels with his fathe
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