The Freelands by John Galsworthy
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page 56 of 378 (14%)
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"People who aren't speaking the truth look you in the face and never
move their eyes." "Some people do that when they are speaking the truth." "Yes; but when they aren't, you can see them struggling to keep their eyes straight. A dog avoids your eye when he's something to conceal; a man stares at you. Listen!" Felix listened and heard nothing. "A wren;" and, screwing up his lips, Tod emitted a sound: "Look!" Felix saw on the branch of an apple-tree a tiny brown bird with a little beak sticking out and a little tail sticking up. And he thought: 'Tod's hopeless!' "That fellow," said Tod softly, "has got his nest there just behind us." Again he emitted the sound. Felix saw the little bird move its head with a sort of infinite curiosity, and hop twice on the branch. "I can't get the hen to do that," Tod murmured. Felix put his hand on his brother's arm--what an arm! "Yes," he said; "but look here, old man--I really want to talk to you." Tod shook his head. "Wait for her," he said. Felix waited. Tod was getting awfully eccentric, living this queer, |
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