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Rex called the dog to his side and took him in his arms. "We will keep each other warm," he said, thinking of the pups. And Zimbach, assenting with sentimental whines, was soon asleep. But Gethryn had not closed his eyes when the Jaeger sprang up as the day broke. A faint gray light came in at the little window. All the dogs were leaping about the room.
'I say, are you looking for somebody? The Bishop stared at him as a naturalist stares at a novel species of insect. 'Yes, he said. 'Why? 'Is your name Gethryn? This affair, thought the Bishop, was beginning to assume an uncanny aspect. 'How the dickens did you know that? he said. 'Oh, then you are Gethryn? That's all right. I was told you were going to be here to meet this train.
Because a boy does not play in one match, you will not let him play in any of the others, though you admit his absence weakens the team. However, I suppose that is unavoidable. Mind you, I think it is a pity. Of course Gethryn has some explanation, if he would only favour us with it. Personally I think rather highly of Gethryn. So does poor old Leicester.
Rowden, looking about, missed only one Gethryn, and he entered at the same moment. "Just in time," said Rowden, and made the move to the table. As Gethryn sat down, he noticed that the place on Rowden's right was vacant, and before it stood a huge bouquet of white violets. "Too bad she isn't here," said Rowden, glancing at Gethryn and then at the vacant place.
Gethryn lighted a cigarette and began to unstrap his field glasses. "Take these, Yvonne," he said, handing them to her while he adjusted her own tiny gold ones. Yvonne's cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkled under the little mask, as she leaned over the velvet railing and gazed at the bewildering spectacle below.
'Oh, I say, Norris, began Wilson nervously, 'can I speak to you for a minute? 'All right. Go ahead. After two false starts, Wilson at last managed to get the thread of his story. He did not mention Marriott's remarks on football subjects, but confined himself to the story of Farnie and the bicycle ride, as he had heard it from Gethryn on the second evening of the term.
Then a terrible cry arose, a din in which the Americans caught the clanging of steel and the neighing of horses. A man was hurled violently against Gethryn, who, losing in turn his balance, staggered and fell. Rising to his knees, he saw a great foam-covered horse rearing almost over him, and a red-faced rider in steel helmet and tossing plume slashing furiously among the crowd.
Ruth, perched on a log, watched the smoke drift and curl. Gethryn watched her. They each cared as much for the hours they had spent in the brook, and for their wet clothing, as vigorous, happy, and imprudent youth ever cares about such things. "So you are happy, Ruth?" "Perfectly. And you? But it takes more to make a spoiled young man happy than " "Than a spoiled young woman?
I don't say there's nothing in it, but it can't save Henri Rigaud." "And who is Henri Rigaud?" "What! Monsieur has not heard of the affair Rigaud? Rigaud who did the double murder!" "Oh, yes! In the Faubourg du Temple." The sentry nodded. "He dies this week." "And the child?" "Is his." Gethryn looked at the dirty little bundle of tatters.
I tell you what it is, William, my old companion, there's a bad time coming for the Headmaster if he doesn't mind what he's doing. He must learn that life is stern and life is earnest, William. Has Gethryn come back yet? 'Mr Gethryn 'e's gorn out on to the field, Mr Marriott. 'E come 'arf an hour ago. 'Oh! Right. Thanks. Goodbye, William.
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