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"Why does he tremble so?" "He's frightened. Don't touch him, Col-Col." Colin couldn't see an animal without wanting to stroke it. He put his hands in his pockets to keep them out of temptation. By the way Jerrold looked at him you saw how he loved him. About Colin there was something beautiful and breakable.
Sleep smoothed out his vexed face and brought back the likeness of the boy Colin, Jerrold's brother. That morning a letter came to her from Jerrold. He wrote: "Don't worry too much about Col-Col. He'll be all right as long as you'll look after him." She thought: "I wonder whether he remembers that he asked me to." But she was glad he was not there to hear Colin scream. iii
They've got into the way of looking at everybody as a case. They say it's not even as if Colin could be got better so as to be sent out to fight again. It would be sheer waste of Queenie. But Cutler has given me leave to go over and see him. I shall get to Wyck as soon as this letter. Dear Col-Col, I wish I could do something for him.
"Have they a piano?" Colin asked. "Yes. And they'll let you play on it all the time." Colin looked happier. But he didn't get his chill, and when the day came he had to go. Jerrold saw Anne off at Wyck station. "You'll look after Col-Col, won't you?" he said. "Write and tell me how he gets on." "I'll write every week." Jerrold was thoughtful.
Why hadn't he? Why had he let his infernal cowardice stop him? Eliot had loved her. Then he remembered Colin. Little Col-Col running after them down the field, calling to them to take him with them; Colin's hands playing; Colin's voice singing Lord Rendal. He tried to think of Queenie, the woman Colin had married. He had no image of her. He could see nothing but Colin and Anne.
You haven't got to live with the girls. It'll be perfectly putrid in my house now that Jerrold isn't there." "Haven't you any friends, Col-Col?" "Yes. There's little Rogers. But even he's pretty rotten after Jerry." "He would be." "And that old ass Rawly says I'll be better this term without Jerrold. He kept on gassing about fighting your own battles and standing on your own feet.
"It's all right, Col-Col, you're coming." Jerrold held out his hand. "Well," said Eliot, "if he crumples up you can carry him." "I can," said Jerrold. "So can I," said Anne. "Nobody," said Colin "shall carry me. I can walk." Eliot went on grumbling while Colin trotted happily beside them. "You're a fearful ass, Jerrold. You're simple ruining that kid. He thinks he can come butting into everything.
To Anne he was "poor Col-Col" again, the little boy who was afraid of ghosts, only more abandoned to terror, more unresisting. He would start and tremble at any quick, unexpected movement. He would burst into tears at any sudden sound. Small noises, whisperings, murmurings, creakings, soft shufflings, irritated him.
"And cruel, Anne, as if she might hurt him. I don't want him to be hurt. I can't bear her taking him away from me. My little Col-Col....I did hope, Anne, that if you wouldn't have Eliot " "I'd have Colin? But Auntie, I'm years older than he is. He's a baby." "If he's a baby he'll want somebody older to look after him." "Queenie's even better fitted than I am, then."
She kept it up long after Eliot and Jerrold had retreated to the bathroom. If it had been anybody but her little Col-Col. She wouldn't have him dragged about the country till he dropped. She added that Col-Col was her favourite. xi It was the last week of the holidays. Rain had come with the west wind. The hills were drawn back behind thick sheets of glassy rain.
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