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The Nomad attack was concentrated on the extreme right. Philips, the International, was officiating for them as wing-three-quarters on that side, and they played to him. If he once got the ball he would take a considerable amount of stopping. But the ball never managed to arrive. Norris and Gethryn stuck to their men closer than brothers.
At the beginning of the unexplored country, an irresponsible person recommended him to go straight on. He couldn't miss the road, said he. It was straight all the way. Gethryn thanked him, rode on, and having gone a mile came upon three roads, each of which might quite well have been considered a continuation of the road on which he was already.
The line swished and whistled, and the whole cast, hand fly, dropper and stretcher settled down lightly on the water. He noticed the easy motion of the wrist, the boyish pose of the slender figure, the serious sweet face, half shaded by the soft woolen Tam. Swish h h! Swish h h! She slowly spun out forty feet, glancing back at Gethryn with a little laugh.
"I saw a troop of cavalry going over this morning, and old Forain told me just now that the regiments at Versailles were ready to move at a minute's notice." "I suppose things are lively across the river," said Gethryn. "Exactly, and we're all going over to see the fun. You'll come?" "Oh, I'll come. Hello! here's Rhodes; tell him." Rhodes knew. Ministry fallen. Mob at it some more.
The conversational man had received his first life, and, as he was careful to explain to Reece, it was a curious thing, but whenever he was let off early in his innings he always made fifty, and as a rule a century. Gosling's analysis was spoilt, and the match in all probability lost. And Norris put it all down to Gethryn. If he had been there, this would not have happened.
In July the sun is still an early riser, but long before he was up next day a succession of raps on the door woke Gethryn, and a voice outside inquired, "Are you going fishing with me today, you lazy beggar?" "Colonel!" cried Rex, and springing up and throwing open the door, he threatened to mingle his pajamas with the natty tweeds waiting there in a loving embrace.
'And they'll get it, said Gethryn. 'If Monk gives me any of his beastly cheek, I'll knock his head off. But in spite of the consolation which such a prospect afforded him, he did not look forward with pleasure to the next day, when he would have to meet Norris and the rest. It would have been bad in any case.
She had not permitted him to poach the eggs, and perhaps they were better on that account. "Bachelor habits must cease," she cried, with a little laugh, and Gethryn smiled in doubtful acquiescence. "Do you like grilled sardines on toast?" she asked. "I seem to," he smiled, finishing his fourth; "they are delicious yours," he added. "Oh, that tea!" she cried, "and not one bit of sugar.
Suddenly the great bell of St Sulpice clashed the hour Eight o'clock! Again a bugle blew sharply from the barracks, and a troop of cavalry danced and pawed through the gate, clattering away down the Rue de Seine. Gethryn shut the window and turned into the room. Yvonne stood before the dying embers. He went to her, almost timidly. Neither spoke. At last she took up her satchel and wrap.
The rain beat a constant tattoo on the roof, and this, mingling with the drowsy purr of the cat, who was now marching to and fro with tail erect in front of Gethryn, exercised a soothing influence, and presently a snore so shocked the parrot that he felt obliged to relieve his mind by a series of intricate gymnastics upon his perch. Gethryn was roused by a violent hammering on his door.
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