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Harry paused and sat looking away, a reminiscent smile on his face.,Maurice opened his mouth and protruded his stained and swollen tongue.,"I wish you had licked him harder 'n you did," frowned Billy.,"Where to?",CHAPTER VI THE RUSE THAT FAILED,Scroggie nodded. "Drowned through an air-hole in the lake. Say, Billy, do you skate?","Comin', Ma," responded Anse, sleepily.,"Gosh," cried Elgin Scraff, "there goes the bell! Come on everybody; let's get our medicine.","What's this matter got to do with you?" said Mr Lawrence fiercely.,Hinter smiled. "Never mind," he said gently. "And how is he standing it?",He started as though he was confronted by something totally different from the lady he expected to see. In truth Mr Lawrence had never seen Lucy Acton with her hair down. Always when they met her hair had been dressed in the prevailing mode, with a little fringing or shadowing of wisps on her fair brow and curls on the beautiful outlines of her shoulders. Whether her hair had become disengaged from its fastenings in the night, or whether the deck mattress had done half and she with her fingers had let fall the rest, matters not; she was before him, clothed all about her back and breast with her abundance of soft dark hair.,"Loving you as I do," he exclaimed softly, "loving me as I know you do, my dearest girl, my sweet mistress, the sole star of my desire, how must it grieve me to see you weeping, how much more that I am to think those tears flow through me? But I have faith in time, in[Pg 260] the unconquerable quality of my love, and in the assurance of my soul, for though I have descended to artifice to enable me to win you, pure gem of your sex as you are, you do not despise me for my struggle. You recognise and approve an effort which has cost me many little pangs; for, dearest madam, my sweetest Lucy, 'tis all for love, and the world would be lost for me if you denied me, if I did not win you.".