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But, behold! within four-and-twenty hours of the theft, a procession of all the rascality, followed by all the piety, of Alexandria, monks from Nitria counted by the thousand, priests, deacons, archdeacons, Cyril himself, in full pontificals, and borne aloft in the midst, upon a splendid bier, the missing corpse, its nail-pierced hands and feet left uncovered for the pitying gaze of the Church.
"And what did your father say to that, Elma?" Cyril asked, with a smile, as she narrated the whole circumstances to him some hours later. "Oh, he only said, 'But he'll ask you again now, you may be sure, my child. And I replied very gravely, I didn't think you would. And do you know, Cyril, I really don't think you will, either." "Why not, Elma?"
Cyril answered at once, "Yes, my name's Waring." It didn't occur to him at the moment that the man meant to arrest him. "Then you're wanted," the minion of authority answered, seizing his arm rather gruffly. "We've got a warrant out to-day against you, my friend. You'd better come along with me quietly to the station." "A warrant!" Cyril repeated, amazed, shaking off the man's hand.
His father contrived to maintain an air of preserving his mental equilibrium, but not his mother; she gave it up, she who till that day had under his father's direction taught him nearly all that he knew, and Cyril passed above her into regions of knowledge where she made no pretence of being able to follow him.
'Go NOW, she said, and her voice trembled a little. 'Suppose they eat us. 'Nonsense, Pussy, said Cyril, firmly. 'Look, there's a goat tied up. That shows they don't eat PEOPLE. 'Let's go on and say we're missionaries, Robert suggested. 'I shouldn't advise THAT, said the Phoenix, very earnestly. 'Why not? 'Well, for one thing, it isn't true, replied the golden bird.
Before Saturday, the 29th, arrived, however, Guy had so far changed his mind in the matter, that he presented himself duly with Nevitt at Waterloo to catch the same train to Chetwood station that Cyril went down by. "After all," he said to Nevitt, as they walked together from the club in Piccadilly, "I may as well see what the girl's like, anyhow.
"But oh," whispered Cyril, "I should have thought he'd had enough bicycle-mending for one day and if she only knew that really and truly he's only a whiny-piny, silly little baby!" "He's not," Anthea murmured angrily. "He's a dear if people only let him alone. It's our own precious Lamb still, whatever silly idiots may turn him into isn't he, Pussy?" Jane doubtfully supposed so.
'Very well, said the learned gentleman, now quite certain that he was dreaming. Anthea held out her soft, pink hand. He took it. She pulled him gently to his feet. Jane held up the Amulet. 'To just outside Atlantis, said Cyril, and Jane said the Name of Power. 'You owl! said Robert, 'it's an island. Outside an island's all water. 'I won't go.
He promised me to go away by the very first train the next morning, and to travel for some four or five months, and I undertook to make all the necessary explanations for him. We both felt better for our talk, and when I wished him good-night at his door, it was the real Cyril Harjohn whose hand I gripped the real Cyril, because the best that is in a man is his real self.
Now there are some other little details to arrange, then I'll go down-stairs and tell Pete and Dong Ling. And, please to understand, we're going to make this lad welcome welcome, I say!" "Yes, sir," said Bertram. Neither Kate nor Cyril spoke. The Henshaw household was early astir on the day of Billy's expected arrival, and preparations for the guest's comfort were well under way before breakfast.
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