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Gethryn lay back on the lounge, thoroughly tired out. Elise was humming a Normandy fishing song. When, at last, she stood up and drew on her gloves, he had fallen into a light sleep. She stepped softly over to the lounge and listened to the quiet breathing of the young man. "How handsome and how good he is!" she murmured, wistfully. She opened the door very gently.
'Let's have it, said Gethryn, stretching out a hand. 'Not much. I'm going to keep it, and have it framed. 'All right. I'm going down now to put up the list. When he had returned to the study, Monk and Danvers came quietly downstairs to look at the notice-board. It was dark in the passage, and Monk had to strike a light before he could see to read.
"Give her some more whiskey, quick!" interrupted the stranger. Gethryn tremblingly poured a few more drops between the parted lips. A faint color came into her temples. She moved, shivered from head to foot, and then, with a half-choked sob, opened her eyes. "Mon Dieu, comme je souffre!" "Where do you suffer?" said Gethryn gently. "The arm; I think it is broken."
Next moment he was dragged to his feet and back into the flying mob. "Look out," panted Thaxton, "the cavalry they've charged run!" Gethryn glanced over his shoulder. All along the edge of the frantic, panic-stricken crowd the gleaming crests of the cavalry surged and dashed like a huge wave of steel.
Gethryn and Elliott caught now and then, from behind them, words of wisdom which Clifford was administering to the now subdued Rowden. "Yes," he was saying, "many a man has been injured for life by these Frenchmen for a mere nothing. I had two brothers," he paused, "and my golden-haired boy " he ceased again, apparently choking with emotion.
"No," said the girl, carefully drying and arranging the quaint Egyptian tea-set, "and I won't for ages." "But you're not going to wash all those things? The concierge does that." "No, only the wine-glasses and the tea-set. The idea of trusting such fragile cups to a concierge! What a boy!" But she was soon ready to dry her slender hands, and caught up a towel with a demure glance at Gethryn.
Now that Gethryn no longer figured for the First Eleven, Gosling was the School's one hope. Baynes was good on his wicket, but the wickets he liked were the sea-of-mud variety, and this summer fine weather had set in early and continued. Lorimer was also useful, but not to be mentioned in the same breath as the great Samuel. The former was good, the latter would be good in a year or so.
'Oh, er, thanks, I have, said Monk. 'I say, Reece, we wanted to speak to you. 'Go ahead then, said Reece. 'I can listen and write at the same time. I'm doing this prose against time. 'It's about Gethryn. 'What's Gethryn been doing? 'Oh, I don't know. Nothing special. It's about his being captain of the House team. The chaps seem to think he ought to resign.
'I told you so, said Farnie to the cabman. 'You are a bally swindler, he added admiringly. 'Look 'ere, began the cabman, in a pained voice. 'Oh, dry up, said Farnie. 'Want a lift, Gethryn? The words were spoken not so much as from equal to equal as in a tone of airy patronage which made the Bishop's blood boil.
"No one knows the exact day set for the affair, but," the sentry sank his voice to a whisper, "between you and me, I saw the widow going into the yard just before dinner, and Monsieur de Paris is here. That means tomorrow morning click!" "The the widow?" repeated Gethryn. "The guillotine.
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