14/49 I hear 'em: my cane don't make so much noise but I hear 'em. Ha! ha! wolves, wolves, wolves! People are all wolves, all alike, all alike. Got any money, child ?" With this last question, the whole expression of his face changed; the very features seemed to shrink; his eyes grew dark and gleaming as they fastened on Mercy's face. There was something inexplicable in the affectionate confidence she felt in this strange, old man. "We are not rich; we have only a little." "A little's a good deal, good deal, good deal. |