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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

her, and that she is quite safe. And, Belinda, would it not be well to prepare a warm<br />

drink for the dear little girl?"<br />

She had drawn her closer to the fire as she spoke, and now began with eager haste to<br />

unfasten the strings of the child's beaver bonnet and little pelisse.<br />

"Dear heart, dear heart, she's as cold as any stone! Come, let us take off the shoes and<br />

warm the poor little feet."<br />

Simon retired to do his mother's bidding, and returned.<br />

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presently to announce that the messenger had been despatched. His father had entered<br />

meanwhile, and the group round the wide hearth made a pretty picture. Simon's mother,<br />

her face alight with admiring tenderness, was bending over her little charge to whom<br />

Aunt Binney, squatting on the floor in the firelight, was presenting, with diverse<br />

blandishments, a cup of oatmeal posset. <strong>The</strong> little girl was sitting up looking about her<br />

with bright inquiring eyes. Simon had never seen the like of those eyes before; they<br />

were like stars, he said to himself. <strong>The</strong> head, with its thick crop of dark curls, was<br />

beautifully set on the little round neck, the contour of which could now be seen since<br />

the removal of the pelisse. Beneath the frills of the muslin frock two small bare feet<br />

stretched themselves towards the blaze. As he entered his mother weighed them gently<br />

in one hand.<br />

"Do you see, Mr. <strong>Fleetwood</strong>?" she asked, glancing upwards towards the comer where<br />

her husband stood smiling with that rather sad smile of his which puzzled Simon, "do<br />

you see what beautiful little feet? See the fine ankle, and the instep, how high and<br />

arched! I’ll warrant that water would run under the sole of this foot if one were to try.<br />

She is a jewel altogether. Mark me the turn of her head, and this fine little hand. Why,<br />

Simon's hand at a year old was broader."<br />

"Aye, aye. I’ll engage it was," returned her husband.<br />

Mrs. <strong>Fleetwood</strong> pressed the child to her almost passionately.<br />

"Would that she were mine!" she cried. "I should have had a child like this that I could<br />

understand and love."

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