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It
was
too
much
.
The
strength
which
Colin
usually
threw
into
his
tantrums
rushed
through
him
now
in
a
new
way
.
Never
yet
had
he
been
accused
of
crooked
legs
—
even
in
whispers
—
and
the
perfectly
simple
belief
in
their
existence
which
was
revealed
by
Ben
Weatherstaff
’
s
voice
was
more
than
Rajah
flesh
and
blood
could
endure
.
His
anger
and
insulted
pride
made
him
forget
everything
but
this
one
moment
and
filled
him
with
a
power
he
had
never
known
before
,
an
almost
unnatural
strength
.
“
Come
here
!
”
he
shouted
to
Dickon
,
and
he
actually
began
to
tear
the
coverings
off
his
lower
limbs
and
disentangle
himself
.
“
Come
here
!
Come
here
!
This
minute
!
”
Dickon
was
by
his
side
in
a
second
.
Mary
caught
her
breath
in
a
short
gasp
and
felt
herself
turn
pale
.
“
He
can
do
it
!
He
can
do
it
!
He
can
do
it
!
He
can
!
”
she
gabbled
over
to
herself
under
her
breath
as
fast
as
ever
she
could
.
There
was
a
brief
fierce
scramble
,
the
rugs
were
tossed
on
the
ground
,
Dickon
held
Colin
’
s
arm
,
the
thin
legs
were
out
,
the
thin
feet
were
on
the
grass
.
Colin
was
standing
upright
—
upright
—
as
straight
as
an
arrow
and
looking
strangely
tall
—
his
head
thrown
back
and
his
strange
eyes
flashing
lightning
.
“
Look
at
me
!
”
he
flung
up
at
Ben
Weatherstaff
.
“
Just
look
at
me
—
you
!
Just
look
at
me
!
”
“
He
’
s
as
straight
as
I
am
!
”
cried
Dickon
.
“
He
’
s
as
straight
as
any
lad
i
’
Yorkshire
!
”
What
Ben
Weatherstaff
did
Mary
thought
queer
beyond
measure
.
He
choked
and
gulped
and
suddenly
tears
ran
down
his
weather
-
wrinkled
cheeks
as
he
struck
his
old
hands
together
.
“
Eh
!
”
he
burst
forth
,
“
th
’
lies
folk
tells
!
Tha
’
rt
as
thin
as
a
lath
an
’
as
white
as
a
wraith
,
but
there
’
s
not
a
knob
on
thee
.
Tha
’
lt
make
a
mon
yet
.
God
bless
thee
!
”
