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k with her." "I don't know much about the case," was all that the Canon said. "I hope justice will be done in it when it comes on." Dion thought that there was something rather implacable in his voice. "I don't believe Mrs. Clarke doubts that." "Did she say so?" asked Canon Wilton. "No. But I felt that she expected to win--almost knew she would win." "I see. She has confidence in the result." "She seems to have." "Women often have more confidence in difficult moments than we men. Well, here I must leave you." He held out his big, unwavering hand to Dion. "Good-by. God bless you both, and the child, whether it's plain or not. One good thing's added to us when we start rather ill-favored; the chance of growing into something well-favored." He gripped Dion's hand and walked slowly, but powerfully, away. CHAPTER IV As Dion had said, the baby was an ordinary baby. "In looks," the nurse remarked, "he favors his papa." Certainly in this early stage of his career the baby had little of the beauty and charm of Rosamund. As his head was practically bald, his forehead, which was wrinkled as if by experience and the troubles of years, looked abnormally high. His face, full of puckers, was rather red; his nose meant very little as yet; his mouth, with perpetually moving lips, was the home of bubbles. His eyes were blue, and looked large in his extremely small countenance, which was often decorated with an expression of mild inquiry. This expression, however, sometimes changed abruptly to a network of wrath, in which every feature, and even the small bald head, became involved. Then the minute feet made feeble dabs, or stabs, at the atmosphere; the tiny fists doubled themselves and wandered to and fro as if in search of the enemy; and a voice came forth out of the temple, very personal and very intense, to express the tempest of the soul. "Hark at him!" said the nurse. "He knows already what he wants and what he _don't_ want." And Rosamund, listening as only a mother can listen, shook her head over him, trying to condemn the rage, but enjoying the strength of her child in the way of mothers, to whom the baby's roar perhaps brings the thought, "What a fine, bold man he'll be some day." If Rosamund had such a thought the nurse encouraged it with her. "He's got a proud spirit already, ma'am. He's not to be put upon. Have his way he will, and I don't altogether blame him." Nor, be sure, did Rosamund a
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