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The Sins of the Father

Chapter 9 THE WORDS THAT COST

Word Count: 1149    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

the streets, hand in hand with shouting boys, cheering, cheering, forever cheering! He had made three speeches from the steps of the Eagle and Phoenix building and the crowds still stoo

ific and in the reaction

he bulletins as they had come and she knew the result of the election almost as soon as he. It was something

sion," she exclaimed. "I never saw s

wered, as his eye rested on Cleo, who was dressed in an old silk kimono belo

k of surprise a

ereafter. I've moved her things from the servants' quarters to the little

e determination as he squared his shoulders and gazed at her for a moment. She knew that he would put her out unless she

ht, and went to his room. He sat down in the moonlight beside the

contrived more skillfully to throw this dangerous, sensuous young animal in his way. It was horrible! He felt himsel

moonlight, her rounded figure plainly showing against the shimmering kimono

d on her

dare

dare

tly. "I just came in to pick up that basket of trash I

of her, looked her in t

re ly

, ma

Now get out of this room-and

me the answer tha

to-morrow, or I'll put you out, if I have t

led red hair fell from its coil and dropped on her shoulders.

he ordere

ce and a low lau

she asked the question

he replied

're afrai

id of

es

bove her, his fists clenched and h

to stran

shook the long waves of hair down h

t! I want you to. I woul

ep breath an

the moonlight. She buried her face in her hands, choked back the cries, fought fo

! I can do you no harm, major! I'll be wise, humble, obedient. I'll live only to please you. I haven't a single friend in the world. I hate negroes. I loathe poor white trash. This is my place, here in your home, among the birds and flowers, with your baby in my arms. You know that I love

ouched his foot with her hand. He could feel the warmth of

itch in his voice, "you-you-mustn't s

ith desperate pleading

won't sen

feel him

nce, reason, judgment and every instinct of law and s

on't send

ank, the hot lips touched his hand

f her physical nearness-he imagined at times he could hear her breathing

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