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"I hope so." Steve shrugged his shoulders. "Let them fight it out," he said. "It may do them good." The next day it was soon evident to Steve that Eric Sawyer's story of the purloined blue-book was school property.
Eric gave vent to a sound between a growl and a snarl, and flounced in his chair. Thorhild made her son a gesture of entreaty. But Leif, looking back into the frowning faces, calmly continued: "Olaf Trygvasson converted me to Christianity two winters ago, and I tell you truly that I was never so well helped as I have been since then.
Meanwhile the stout lady had discovered that for some unknown reason she had been causing considerable amusement, and, attributing it to intentional ridicule, looked round, justly hurt. Eric, with real shame, observed the deep vexation of her manner, and bitterly repented his share in the transaction. Next morning Dr. Rowlands, in full academicals, sailed into the fourth-form room.
"Thank God, you are safe! Did you see how near it was?" "I saw there was just time, Eric said lightly. "A soldier must learn to carry his life in his hand, you know. I'm all right now. Shall we go to the telegraph-office again? I daresay it's come by this time."
They were roused early in the morning by something tapping lightly on the doors and windows. Eric was out of bed first, and saw the Wind Creatures, half a dozen or more of them, looking in and beckoning. Their purple wings gleamed gold in the early morning sun. Wild Star was standing in the open door. "Happy birthday!" he cried and tossed a snow ball into Ivra's bed.
She smiled in a motherly fashion at Eric, as he hung his hat on the white-washed wall and took his place at the table. Outside of the window behind him was a birch grove which, in the westering sun, was a tremulous splendour, with a sea of undergrowth wavered into golden billows by every passing wind. Old Robert Williamson sat opposite him, on a bench.
Be sure of one thing: if but once again I find thee alone with Gudruda, it is my axe shall kiss thee and not her lips." "That may yet be put to the proof, lord," said Eric, and turned to seek his horse, when suddenly Gudruda came and stood between them, and his heart leapt at the sight of her. "Listen, Gudruda," Eric said. "This is thy father's word: that we two speak together no more."
You fear, in short, that he must pass through the same painful temptations to which you have yourself been subjected; to which, perhaps, you have even succumbed. "Well, Eric, this is all true. Yet, knowing this, I say, by all means let Vernon come to Roslyn.
"I expect Eric won't see everything so much couleur de Rose now, as the French frog hath it," remarked Graham. "It was too bad to stand by and triumph, certainly," observed Wildney. "I say, you fellows," remonstrated Wright, who, with Vernon, was sitting reading a book at one of the desks, "all that isn't fair.
"Well, then, that will be delightful, Eric, but thou must not accuse me of anything so bad as dancing with Mr. McLeod." "Would that be bad to thee?" "Very bad, indeed! I fear I would never try to have a 'make-up' with any one who thought I would dance with him." "Dost thou dislike him?" "That is neither here nor there. He is a Scot.
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