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He remembered with pain Algernon's glance of savage humiliation upward, just before he turned to follow Sedgett into the cab; and considered that he ought in kindness to see him and make him comfortable by apologizing, as if he himself had no complaint to make. He resolved to do it when the opportunity should come. Meantime, what on earth brought them together?
For it was Algernon's sweetest pleasure to make her young hands the ministers of good to others, and to drink at such times from the rich glow of her angel countenance the purified selfishness of his reward.
Let me go." Algernon's hunger was appeased by the prospect of some excitement, and seeing a vicious shake administered to the old man by the young one, he cried, "Hands off!" and undertook policeman's duty; but as he was not in blue, his authoritative mandate obtained no respect until he had interposed his fist.
She did not wonder at Algernon's having found it intolerable, and though angry with him for having made himself such fair game, she set to work to impress upon Maurice his own errors, and the hatefulness of practical jokes, and she succeeded so far as to leave him crying himself to sleep, completely subdued, while she felt as if all the tears ought to have been shed by herself for her want of vigilance.
The man with the pipe came up. "No fighting," he observed. "We ain't going to have our roads disgraced. It shan't be said Englishmen don't know how to enjoy themselves without getting drunk and disorderly. You drop your fists." The separation had to be accomplished by violence, for Algernon's blood was up.
Half-a-dozen steps, and he came in contact with some one, and they were mutually drenched with water by the shock. It was his cousin Edward, bearing a glass in his hand. Algernon's wrath at the sight of this offender was stimulated by the cold bath; but Edward cut him short. "Go in there;" he pointed to a box-door. "A lady has fainted. Hold her up till I come."
He taught the boy boxing, and shooting, and the arts of fence, and superintended the direction of his animal vigour with a melancholy vivacity. The remaining energies of Algernon's mind were devoted to animadversions on swift bowling. He preached it over the county, struggling through laborious literary compositions, addressed to sporting newspapers, on the Decline of Cricket.
"I knew the boy shrank sometimes from Algernon's company," the judge admitted, after another glance at her face; "but that means nothing in a boy full of his own affairs. What else have you against him? Speak up! I can bear it all." "He handled the stick that that-" "Oliver?" "Yes." "Never! Now you have gone mad, madam."
"Yes," Algernon prolonged an affirmative, to diminish the confidence it might inspire, if possible. "May I speak with you, sir?" Algernon told him to follow in. The man was tall and large-featured, with an immense blank expression of face. "I've come from Mr. Samuels, sir," he said, deferentially. Mr. Samuels was Algernon's chief jeweller. "Oh," Algernon remarked.
She rallied her partner, not letting him forget that he had the honour of being her partner; while she appeared envious of Algernon's skill, and talked to both and got them upon common topics, and laughed, and was like a fair English flower of womanhood; nothing deadly. "There, Algy; you have beaten us.
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