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He pushed fiercely through the knot of boys, and strode as quick as he could along the playground, angry and impenitent. At the gate Russell met him. Eric felt the meeting inopportune; he was ashamed to meet his friend, ashamed to speak to him, envious of him, and jealous of his better reputation. He wanted to pass him by without notice, but Russell would not suffer this.
Good horse! They are even again! Ah, it is only for a moment. The mare... is over the line, first... It is all ended, life, love, honor, happiness... I cannot belong to that man! My poor old father. Dear old... for his sake, I must. "Patty, girl." "Eric, you are not to blame. You would wager on your own horse. 'Tis but natural. I must accept my fate with what fortitude I can summon.
Hamilton's disengaged hand was laid on his shoulder caressingly. 'Welcome home, my dear boy, he said; but his voice was not quite so clear as usual. 'I am very sorry, Giles, he faltered; but Mr. Hamilton would not let him speak. 'There is nothing to be sorry for, now, he said significantly. 'Have you shaken hands with Mr. Cunliffe, Eric?
I am sure Eric saw him, for he suddenly dived into the passage, and I had much trouble to keep him in sight: as it was, I was only just in time to hear him ask for a third-class single to Bishop's Road.
I supposed myself in British hands, only to discover that you have again intervened to save me. Surely there must be a key to all this mystery. If, as I suspect, it was your brother, Eric, who led the attack on me, having mistaken me for another, then what was his purpose? And what has become of Eric?" She wrinkled her brows in perplexity, her hands nervously clasping the back of a chair.
But it was lucky for Eric that, seeing how matters were likely to go, he had succeeded in secreting his watch. The day grew misty and comfortless, and towards evening the wind rose to a storm. Eric soon began to feel very sick, and, to make his case worse, could not endure either the taste, smell, or sight of such coarse food as was contemptuously flung to him.
"And was my little Eric at the hunt, and did he shoot an arrow all by himself?" she asked, fondling the face that snuggled against her shoulder. The boy gurgled back a low, happy laugh and lisped some childish reply, which only a mother could translate.
"Now there is an end of Eric," said Swanhild. "The arrow is yet on the bow," answered Gudruda. Blacktooth put out his might and reeled round and round the ring, dragging Eric with him. This way and that he twisted, and time on time Eric's leg was lifted from the ground, but so he might not be thrown.
Eric took up his abode with the family of Herr Schreiber Rust, to whom he had been recommended. The next day, as he went forth to attend the lecture of Dr Martin Luther, he found little Platter eagerly looking out for him. Great was the boy's delight when he saw him.
Still, the sun is behind the cloud and it will shine again some day. Till then, Eric, fare thee well!" "It is not thy will, lord," said Eric, "that I should come to thy Yule-feast as thou hast asked me these ten years past?"
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