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"Man," answered Donaldson almost solemnly, "you have done your good even you, in spite of yourself." "But not to Elaine where I should have done most!" Donaldson's hand rested a moment on Arsdale's shoulder. "Yes," he said, "I like to think you have been of some service even to her." Arsdale rose to his feet. "If I could think that if I could look her in the eyes again!" "Look her in the eyes!
Trevor seized the opportunity to make the proposal he had come to make, that Donaldson's v. Seymour's should be played on the following Wednesday. Milton agreed listlessly. "Just where you're standing," he said, "I found a photograph of Sir Henry Irving so slashed about that I thought at first it was Huntley Wright in San Toy." "Start at two-thirty sharp," said Trevor.
In no event would she go near Golfney Place that day! At about noon, however, it arrived from Donaldson's in a cardboard box, and really seemed too pretty to be wasted. There, too, were Bridget's initials, neatly engraved on its face, and, perhaps, after all, Colonel Faversham was reckoning without his guest.
Bob Jackson, walking back to Donaldson's, met Wyatt at the gate, and gazed at him, speechless. "Hullo," said Wyatt, "been to the nets? I wonder if there's time for a ginger-beer before the shop shuts." The headmaster was quite bland and business-like about it all. There were no impassioned addresses from the dais. He did not tell the school that it ought to be ashamed of itself.
Donaldson's sincerity and downright joy in his work, and the poetic temperament, which in him was always struggling for utterance, are pointed out by a chronicler in the words added by him to the description Donaldson gave of his trip after his return to Norfolk in 1872: "The people of Norfolk cannot form the remotest conception of the grand appearance of Norfolk from a balloon.
Mike came away with a confused picture in his mind of a horde of furious prefects bent on his slaughter, after the manner of a stage "excited crowd," and Bob waving them back. He realised that Bob had done him a good turn. He wished he could find some way of repaying him. Curiously enough, it was an enemy of Bob's who suggested the way Burton, of Donaldson's.
Both teams were doing all they knew. The ball came out to Barry on the right. Barry's abilities as a three-quarter rested chiefly on the fact that he could dodge well. This eel-like attribute compensated for a certain lack of pace. He was past the Donaldson's three-quarters in an instant, and running for the line, with only the back to pass, and with Clowes in hot pursuit.
He kicked out with his feet and knees; he dug his head into the fellow's chest. The latter clung without cry or word like a living nightmare. His hand was creeping towards Donaldson's throat again. He felt it stealing up inch by inch and was powerless to check it. He rolled and tumbled and pushed. Then his head came down sharply on a beam and he lost consciousness.
"Your life is n't long enough to do it fully, but you can accomplish something towards it if you start at once." Arsdale shook his head. "It's all a beastly mess. It 's too late!" Donaldson's lips tightened. "Well," he asked, "if you are n't going to do what you can, what do you propose?" Thickly Arsdale answered, "I know a way; I 'm going to pull out for the sake of Elaine!"
"A miles better idea would be to send him over to Donaldson's to fetch something from my study," suggested Trevor. "It isn't nearly so far, and I've got heaps of stuff." "Ripping. Cut over to Donaldson's, young Renford. As a matter of fact," he added, confidentially, when the emissary had vanished, "I'm not half sure that the other dodge would have worked.
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