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"I've half a mind to say I wouldn't," continued Acton, looking round as he put his foot on the step of his machine, and nodding his head at Diggory. "I owe you a grudge for not telling me what I wanted to know about my young brother's love-letter."
DEAR DIGGORY VENN, The question you put when you overtook me coming home from Pond-close gave me such a surprise that I am afraid I did not make you exactly understand what I meant. Of course, if my aunt had not met me I could have explained all then at once, but as it was there was no chance.
Now I know how it is, I am well content as to that; but not so, at the thought of this unknown peril into which you are about to run, and I wonder that Diggory should adventure your life, and that of Roger, upon such an expedition." "It is my own proposal, Cousin Mercy, and Diggory has but yielded to my wishes.
"O Diggory, how wicked!" said Thomasin reproachfully, and looking at him in exact balance between taking his words seriously and judging them as said to tease her. "Yes, 'tis rather a rum course," said Venn, in the bland tone of one comfortably resigned to sins he could no longer overcome. "You, who used to be so nice!"
The crowd of players were tramping across the paved playground, and surging through the archway into the quadrangle, when Jack Vance and Mugford were suddenly confronted by Diggory. He held some scraps of paper in his hand, and appeared to be greatly agitated. "Come here," he cried, seizing each of them by the arm; "I've got something to show you." "Well, what is it?" asked the other two.
As he spoke Acton emerged from the house, and came down the path towards them; his straw hat was tilted forward over his eyes, and his cheeks were glowing like the red glass of a dark-room lamp. He sauntered along, kicking up the gravel with the toe of his boot. "Well, what happened?" inquired Jack Vance. No answer. "What's the matter ?" cried Diggory; "what did she say?"
I always stick them in a place where I think they're sure not to get lost, and then I forget where I put them. Thanks awfully." "What a queer old codger Browse is!" remarked Diggory, as the big fellow moved away; "no one would ever think he was so clever." "No," answered Jack Vance. "By-the-bye, did you hear that he had another row with 'Thirsty' last night?" "No; what about?"
Diggory shifted uneasily from one foot to another, and then glancing up he became aware of the fact that Allingford was gazing at him across the table with a curious expression, which somehow gave him fresh encouragement to persist in his refusal to disclose the contents of his former friend's love-letter. "I can't tell you," he repeated; "it was a promise, you know."
That's a gig-lamp, to the best of my belief." "O!" said Thomasin in despair. "I wish I had been there sooner give me the baby, Diggory you can go back now." "I must go all the way," said Venn. "There is a quag between us and that light, and you will walk into it up to your neck unless I take you round." "But the light is at the inn, and there is no quag in front of that."
"I am Roger, sure enough, aunt," he said, stooping and kissing her; and then shaking hands with his uncle, and kissing Agnes. "And your father," Diggory asked, "and the Swan?" "It is a sad story," Roger said. "A very sad story, uncle. Six years ago, the Swan was wrecked on the coast of Tabasco; and every soul, save myself, lost." It was a blow for Diggory Beggs.
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