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"I'll go and see the boy with you," Frank said, rising also.
Lali turned towards Marion. Marion's face was flushed, and had a sweet,
happy confusion. With a low, trembling good-night to Captain Vidall, a
hurried kiss on her mother's cheek, and a tip-toed caress on her father's
head, she ran and linked her arm in Lali's, and together they proceeded
to the child's room. Richard was there when they arrived, mending a
broken toy. Two hours later, the brothers parted at Frank's door.
"Reaping the whirlwind, Dick?" Frank said, dropping his hand on his
brother's arm.
Richard pointed to the child's room.
"Nonsense! Do you want all the world at once? You are reaping the
forgiveness of your sins." Somehow Richard's voice was a little stern.
"I was thinking of my devilry, Dick. That's the whirlwind--here!" His
hand dropped on his breast.
"That's where it ought to be. Good-night."
"Good-night."
CHAPTER XIII
A LIVING POEM
Part of Frank's most trying interview, next to the meeting with his wife,
was that with Mackenzie, who had been his special commissioner in the
movement of his masquerade.
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