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D'Arnot
read
aloud
.
At
times
his
voice
broke
,
and
he
was
forced
to
stop
reading
for
the
pitiful
hopelessness
that
spoke
between
the
lines
.
Occasionally
he
glanced
at
Tarzan
;
but
the
ape-man
sat
upon
his
haunches
,
like
a
carven
image
,
his
eyes
fixed
upon
the
ground
.
Only
when
the
little
babe
was
mentioned
did
the
tone
of
the
diary
alter
from
the
habitual
note
of
despair
which
had
crept
into
it
by
degrees
after
the
first
two
months
upon
the
shore
.
Then
the
passages
were
tinged
with
a
subdued
happiness
that
was
even
sadder
than
the
rest
.
One
entry
showed
an
almost
hopeful
spirit
.
To-day
our
little
boy
is
six
months
old
.
He
is
sitting
in
Alice
's
lap
beside
the
table
where
I
am
writing
--
a
happy
,
healthy
,
perfect
child
.
Somehow
,
even
against
all
reason
,
I
seem
to
see
him
a
grown
man
,
taking
his
father
's
place
in
the
world
--
the
second
John
Clayton
--
and
bringing
added
honors
to
the
house
of
Greystoke
.
There
--
as
though
to
give
my
prophecy
the
weight
of
his
endorsement
--
he
has
grabbed
my
pen
in
his
chubby
fists
and
with
his
inkbegrimed
little
fingers
has
placed
the
seal
of
his
tiny
finger
prints
upon
the
page
.
And
there
,
on
the
margin
of
the
page
,
were
the
partially
blurred
imprints
of
four
wee
fingers
and
the
outer
half
of
the
thumb
.
When
D'Arnot
had
finished
the
diary
the
two
men
sat
in
silence
for
some
minutes
.
