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Then she opened her case, removed some dainty finery, and vaguely wondered if the horseman would like her in old lavender. Van, in the meantime, had been busy at the hay-yard known as Charlie's. Not only had Algy's arm been broken, by the bully in the fight, but he had likewise been seriously mauled and beaten. His head had been cut, he was hurt internally.
By the utter morosity of Algy's face faintly seen in the distance I conjecture that it is a joke; and, by the chuckling agony of zest with which the old man is delivered of it, I further conclude that it is something slightly unclean, but, thanks to the wind, none of us overtake a word of it. The wind's spirits are rising. Its play is becoming ever more and more boisterous.
My meditations are broken in upon by a quick step approaching me, by a voice in my ear Algy's. "You are here, are you? I have been looking for you everywhere! Why, the window is open! For Heaven's sake let me get you a cloak! you know how delicate your chest is. For my sake, do!" It is too dark to see his face, but there is a quick, excited tenderness in his voice.
"Put up both hands, while you're at it." Up went all the hands. Mrs. Dick arrived, and stood looking on and panting in excitement. "Thanks for this unanimous vote," Van resumed. "I want to inform you boarders in particular that if ever I hear of one of you missing a meal of Algy's cooking, or playing hookey from this lodging-house, as long as Mrs.
But the change was surely too abrupt to be accounted for on this hypothesis. Would Roger, my pattern of courtesy Roger, who shrinks from hurting the meanest beggar's feelings would he, in such plain terms, have deplored and wished undone our marriage, if it were only suffering to himself that it had entailed? Has his unselfish chivalry gone the way of Algy's brotherly love?
I will tell him of Algy's estrangement, his cold looks and harsh words. Without any outspoken or bitter abuse of her, I will yet manage cunningly to set him on his guard against Mrs. Huntley. I will lament over Bobby to him. Yes, I will tell him all my troubles all, that is, with one reservation. Barbara is no longer here. She has gone home.
And it was hard for him to realise that this was that other woman, who had sat so silently on the sofa, so darkly and reservedly, at the tea at Algy's. "Yes! I will! Goodbye now!" And he kissed her, and walked straight out of the room. Quickly he took his coat and his hat, quickly, and left the house.
"What?" said Van drawlingly, "refuse to eat Algy's confections? a crowd like that? By all the culinary gods of Worcestershire and mustard, they'll eat out of Algy's hand." He dived inside the tent, caught up his gun, and was strapping it on before Mrs. Dick could catch her breath to utter a word of her wrath. "Well," said Gettysburg dubiously, "I hate trouble on an empty stomach, but "
I'm willing these old ring-tailed galoots should continue to eat his fascinating poisons, and I certainly hope he'll draw his monthly wage, but I'm going to be too busy to board in any one place, and Algy's salary would make a load I must certainly decline to carry." Mrs. Dick looked at the horseman in utter disappointment. "You won't come? Maybe you mean my house ain't good enough?"
We are on the point of starting now. Mr. Parker is up and is already beginning to struggle with the hopeless muddle of his reins. I think we have perhaps done him an injustice; at all events, his condition is not at all what it must have been when he mounted the mango. Algy's morosity has returned tenfold, and he is performing the evolution familiarly known as "pulling your nose to vex your face."
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