THE LIGHTHOUSEpart of their extraordinary charm. I will make hersmile at me, he thought. She looks frightened.She was so silent. He clutched his fingers, anddetermined that his voice and his face and all thequick expressive gestures which had been at hiscommand making people pity him and praise himall these years should subdue themselves. Hewould make her smile at him. He would findsome simple easy thing to say to her. But what?For, wrapped up in his work as he was, he forgotthe sort of thing one said. There was a puppy.They had a puppy. Who was looking after thepuppy to-day? he asked. Yes, thought Jamespitilessly, seeing his sister’s head against the sail,now she will give way. I shall be left to fight thetyrant alone. The compact would be left to himto carry out. Cam would never resist tyranny tothe death, he thought grimly, watching her face,sad, sulky, yielding. And as sometimes happenswhen a cloud falls on a green hillside and gravitydescends and there among all the surroundinghills is gloom and sorrow, and it seems as if thehills themselves must ponder the fate of theclouded, the darkened, either in pity, or malici-ously rejoicing in her dismay: so Cam now feltherself overcast, as she sat there among calm,resolute people and wondered how to answer herfather about the puppy; how to resist his entreaty259
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