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Then he sagged pitifully, and Robert caught him by the shoulders and shook him with a rough, boyish impatience. "Don't be an idiot. It doesn't matter all that much. Exams are not everything. Everyone knows that. We'll find something else. If your people are too beastly, you'll come and share with us. I'll see you through it'll be all right." But a baffling change came over Cosgrave.
They looked towards the window as though for the first time they were aware of something outside that came to them from beyond the low, confining roofs a spring wind blowing from far-off places. "Six cylinder," Cosgrave muttered with feverish eyes. "Do you know, if I had that thing living under me I'd I'd go off with it one night, and I'd go on and on and never come back."
He would have laid his last tribute at her unconscious feet and gone out in fire and thunder. He had actually joined the box-office queue when Rufus Cosgrave found him. Rufus had been running hard and he was out of breath, and his blue eyes had a queer, strained look, as though they had wanted to cry and had not had the time. And on his dead-white face the freckles stood out, ludicrously vivid.
The waiting-room was so bare, so cold, so grey, so like a sepulchre. What could Sheela Dempsey with all her womanly understanding, with all her quick intuition, know of the things that happened beside her? How could she have ears for the crashing down of the pillars of the building that Martin Cosgrave had raised up in his soul?
It is shabby. And perhaps you've noticed, they don't wait here as they used to." Cosgrave looked directly at his companion, almost for the first time, and caught a spark in the eyes that stared into his a rather dangerous spark, which cleverer people than himself had found difficult to make sure of. Then he laughed flatly. "You can see how funny it is now " "I always did."
Robert could almost smell the faint perfume that surrounded her like a cloud. It was ridiculous yet for the moment she was so real, that he could have taken her by the shoulders and thrust her out. "And you did want me to get better, didn't you?" Cosgrave pleaded wistfully, "even if it wasn't with your medicine. And in a sort of way it was your medicine, wasn't it? You made me go to see her."
Tell me why you don't like me, Monsieur?" "He was only wanting to be asked," Cosgrave broke in with his high, excited laugh. "Why, he introduced us. I was all down and out couldn't decide which bridge to chuck myself off from and he lugged me into your show. He said " "Well, what 'e say?" Cosgrave blushed. "He said: 'Let's see what going to the devil can do for you."
Seem to have come back to life from a beastly long way off all at once by special aeroplane. I don't think I've felt like this since since " "Since Connie Edwards' day," Robert suggested. "But I expect you've forgotten her." Cosgrave stared, round-eyed and open-mouthed and foolish. "Connie ? No I haven't. You bet I haven't. Often wonder what became of her. She was a jolly good sort."
If he tried to drag it out and show it her, no one could tell what would happen to it. She sighed deeply. "It's this being away all day. If I had been at home you would have asked me for the money, wouldn't you? And then you forgot to tell me. But I've been a little worried. You didn't take it all, did you, dear?" "Yes, I did. I spent it at the Circus. And then I gave some to Cosgrave."
He would tell Christine everything open his heart to her as to a good and understanding friend and she would give him six-pence so that he could stand in the cheap places, or perhaps a shilling so that he could go twice. He would tell her how he had saved Cosgrave from a fearful row, and she would approve of him and sympathize with Cosgrave, who had such beastly, understanding people.
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