"Nobody would ever believe," she said,--and spoke a truthful word then,
at least,--"what a sly, cunning, deceitful boy that is, and what a life
he has led me these four years. He will turn out a regular vagabond, a
tramp, a disgraceful creature."
The grandmother had ceased eating for several minutes. She now rose from
the table, and went up to the cousin, who was talking very noisily.
"Stop, neighbor, stop," she said; and repeated it twice without effect.
"I know Rico very well; I have always known him ever since he was
brought here to his grandmother. If I were in your place, I would not
say another word, but stop to think whether the lad, to whom perhaps
something dreadful has happened, and who may be standing up there before
God at this moment, may not have some complaint against
somebody,--somebody who had done him a heavy injury, all deserted as he
is, with her cruel words."
Since Rico's disappearance, the way the lad looked at her on that
last evening had occurred several times to the cousin's mind, and how
he said,--
"I can easily get out of your way."
That was why she had made such a noise about it, in order to drown these
words. Now she did not dare to look the grandmother in the face, but
said that she must go: perhaps Rico might be at the cottage by this
time, which she would very gladly have had come true.
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