He was in his shirt sleeves and wore a big straw hat , and seemed in nowise disconcerted thereby . Corona introduced him , and he took Grey Tom away and put him in the barn . Then he went back to his sweet peas . He had had his tea , he said , so that Frances did not see him again until she went home . She thought he was a very indifferent young man , and not half so nice as his sister . But she went and sat up with Jacky Hart that night , getting to the Cove at dark , when the sea was a shimmer of fairy tints and the boats were coming in from the fishing grounds . Jacky greeted her with a wonderful smile , and later on she found herself watching alone by his bed . The tiny lamp on the table burned dim , and outside , on the rocks , there was loud laughing and talking until a late hour . Afterwards a silence fell , through which the lap of the waves on the sands and the far-off moan of the Atlantic surges came sonorously . Jacky was restless and wakeful , but did not suffer , and liked to talk . Frances listened to him with a new-born power of sympathy , which she thought she must have caught from Corona . He told her all the tragedy of his short life , and how bad he felt , about Dad 's taking to drink and Mammy 's having to work so hard . The pitiful little sentences made Frances 's heart ache . The maternal instinct of the true woman awoke in her . She took a sudden liking to the child . He was a spiritual little creature , and his sufferings had made him old and wise . Once in the night he told Frances that he thought the angels must look like her . `` You are so sweet pretty , '' he said gravely . `` I never saw anyone so pretty , not even Miss C'rona . You look like a picture I once saw on Mr. Sherwood 's table when I was up at the manse one day ` fore I got so bad I could n't walk .
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