. 's mother : and some other people. drippingcoat, with one hand on the mantel-piece, hestood and watched the burning. Page afterpage curled as the fire ran licking across it;sometimes he could see a word or even a wholeline. It took a long time to burn. Twice hehad to stir it and turn it over and loosen thesheets with the poker so that they might catchagain and roar into flame. When it was done,a black, crumpled, brittle mass lay on the ashes,moving and rustling a little in the draught of thechimney. Circles of red spread in it here andthere, and then charred into blackness; once he 312 T
. 's mother : and some other people. drippingcoat, with one hand on the mantel-piece, hestood and watched the burning. Page afterpage curled as the fire ran licking across it;sometimes he could see a word or even a wholeline. It took a long time to burn. Twice hehad to stir it and turn it over and loosen thesheets with the poker so that they might catchagain and roar into flame. When it was done,a black, crumpled, brittle mass lay on the ashes,moving and rustling a little in the draught of thechimney. Circles of red spread in it here andthere, and then charred into blackness; once he 312 THE WHITE FEATHER saw, suddenly, some typewritten letters shiningin faint purple, then vanishing, as the thoughtfor which they stood had vanished. It was done. He brought the poker downon the curling heap, and it broke into flying,black flakes. He stirred them up, pushing themback under the log and hiding them as best hecould. / will not F he said to himself, trium-phantly. And this time there was no response. THE END Boston Public Libra. 3 9999 05414 3662 iiiiill
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