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He was prouder of Nicholas than he had been of Michael. And Michael knew it. Nicky's brains could be used for the service of his country. But Michael's? Anthony said to himself that there wasn't any sense any sense that he could endure to contemplate in which Michael's brains could be of any use to his country.
The Doctor interrupted his whiffing for a moment to reach forward and feel Nicky's knee professionally, outside the thick sea-cloth trousers. "Hurts, does it? You've a nasty swelling there, my man." "It hurts a bit, sir, and no mistake. If I could only have a certificate now " "All right; I'll give you one," said the Doctor, and turned his attention again to the mackerel.
You won't even know whether he's having them or not. Nicky's the one you'll have to look out for. He'll go all the howlers." "I don't think that Nicky'll be very susceptible. He hasn't shown any great signs so far." "Hasn't he! Nicky's susceptibility is something awful." "My dear Vera, you say yourself you don't care about children and that you don't understand them." "No more I do," said Vera.
He thought of Nicky and of Nicky's pleasure and excitement over the unpacking of his first lathe the one he had begged for for his birthday and of his own pleasure and excitement as he watched his boy handling it and showing him so cleverly how it worked. It stood there still in the corner. Nicky had given it to Veronica. He had taught her how to use it.
I mayn't always have enjoyed having my own flights so circumscribed, you know." Into Nicky's generous young heart rushed a flood of sympathy on the instant. "It must have been rotten for you," he said eagerly. "I know the old Parson's always saying how splendid you've been about this place and all that; you mustn't think I don't realise."
"So would Veronica's." "Ver-onica?" You needn't be frightened. Nicky's affection for Ronny is purely paternal." "I'm not frightened," said Frances. But she left the room. She did not care for the turn the talk had taken. Besides, she wanted Vera to see that she was not afraid to leave her alone with Anthony. "I'm glad Frances has gone," said Vera, "because I want to talk to you.
You had a brother or something with you, hadn't you?" "I might have had two. Which? Michael's got green eyes and yellow hair. Nicky's got blue eyes and black hair." "It was Nicky nice name then." Desmond's beauty stirred in its sleep. The film of air was lifted from her black eyes. "I'm dining with Mrs. Harrison to-night," she said. "You'll be late then." "It doesn't matter.
"Of course," Frances said, "it's the best thing to do." But she had not allowed for it, nor for the pain it gave her. That pain shocked her. It was awful to think that, after all her surrenders, Nicky's happiness could give her pain. It meant that she had never let go her secret hold. She had been a hypocrite to herself.
Archelaus stood leaning upon a favourite stick of Nicky's that he had taken from the hall, and commented shrewdly enough upon the affairs of the farm. He seemed suddenly to be showing a great interest in them, and during the days that followed this did not diminish.
"'Build it up with stones so strong'" She had her back to the door and to the mirror that reflected it, yet she knew that Nicky had come in. "That's the song you used to sing at bed-time when you were frightened," he said. She was sitting now in the old hen-house that was Nicky's workshop, watching him as he turned square bars of brass into round bars with his lathe.
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