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But whatever fortune may bring him we can confidently assert that he is much too fly to chance his luck across the border and into the land where the sausage-machines guard the secret of perpetual motion. I can't help thinking that Gyp, the central figure in Mr. But if memory serves me this is an experience familiar to Mr. GALSWORTHY'S heroines.
To make a good, useful man or woman out of a boy or girl is the best work given us to do on this earth!" "The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea " scanned Gyp in a singsong voice. Then she stopped abruptly; she realized that Miss Gray was not hearing a word that she was saying! Miss Gray had asked Gyp to come to her after school.
They's some several thousan' square miles in which there's only seven water-holes that a man can drink out of, an' generally speakin' about five of them is dry. There's plenty of water-holes but they're poison. Some is gyp an' some is arsnic. Also these here bad lands ain't laid out on no general plan. The coulees run hell-west an' crossways at their littlest end an' wind up in a mud crack.
Gyp made an involuntary movement with her hands. "You needn't look at me. It's true." He put down glass and cigarette and began to tramp the room. And Gyp stood with a little smile, not even watching him. Suddenly he clasped his forehead and broke out: "But I don't want it; I won't have it spoiling my Gyp." Then quickly going up to her with a scared face: "I don't want it; I'm afraid of it.
'It certainly is different from a tin pan, thought he as he went back to his chair at the head of the table. 'Nothing more than an optical illusion, said Gyp, filling Yellow-cap's pipe from his own tobacco-pouch, and handing it to him courteously. 'There is no harm in it none at all. 'Especially as it makes you our Head, observed Ruba. 'I move we suspend the rules, said Dubb.
Next day, they went abroad to a little place not far from Fecamp, in that Normandy countryside where all things are large the people, the beasts, the unhedged fields, the courtyards of the farms guarded so squarely by tall trees, the skies, the sea, even the blackberries large. And Gyp was happy. But twice there came letters, in that too-well-remembered handwriting, which bore a Scottish postmark.
Of course Jerry had been at Lincoln long enough to know all about the Sphinxes. And she knew, too, that Gyp meant to suggest a society that would be like the Sphinxes only in that it was secret. She could not be one of that Third Form study-room without sharing the general scorn of the Sophomores for the Senior Sphinxes. "We can meet up here, you see once a week.
Summerhay wrote from an inn on the river, asking her to come down by the eleven o'clock train, and he would meet her at the station. He wanted to show her a house that he had seen; and they could have the afternoon on the river! Gyp received this letter, which began: "My darling!" with an ecstasy that she could not quite conceal.
Ignorant, and born of ignorant parents, he believed, as they did, that if he did not go to school, he would be sent to jail! Jail was the only thing that Gyp thought worse than school. He considered himself a prisoner in school, but after four he was free, so that jail was worse only because one could not get out of jail at all! "If it's school or jail, I'll go to school!" he said.
Men were always wanting to kiss Gyp, or to marry her, or both, and after a time kept going off and repeating the process with somebody else; so that one can't fairly be astonished if towards the end of the book her outlook had become rather cynical.
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