Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, October, 1877, Vol. XX. No. 118 by Various
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"I should think not, indeed!" And Robin eyed the big young man who was laughing at him as if he meditated wiping out the insult to Lottie then and there. But even with Jack, his sturdy satellite, to help, it was not to be thought of. "She's a brick!" said Cock Robin, half to himself. "No doubt," said Percival. "But, as I was saying, it isn't exactly the way to treat her.--At least--I don't know: upon my word, I don't know," he soliloquized. "Judging by most women's novels, from _Jane Eyre_ downward, the taste for muscular bullies prevails. Robin may be the coming hero--who knows?--and courtship commencing with a black eye the future fashion.--Well, Robin, any answer?" "Tell her I hope she'll soon be all right. Shall you see her?" "I can see that she gets any message you want to send." Robin groped among his treasures: "Look here: I brought away her knife that afternoon. She lent it me. She'd better have it--it's got four blades--she may want it, perhaps." Percival dropped the formidable instrument carelessly into his pocket: "She shall have it. And, Robin, you'd better not be hanging about here: Lottie says so. You'll only vex Mrs. Blake." "All right!" said the boy, and went off, with Jack after him. Percival, who was staying in the neighborhood, went straight home, tied up a parcel of books he thought might amuse Lottie in her imprisonment, and wrote a note to go with them. He was whistling softly to himself as he |
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