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Freddy's soul was altogether absorptive, taking in whatever offerings gratified him, but yielding no return, and I ask, is there anything so discouraging to an ardent love as this cold neutrality, which proves, without a scruple, that all affection lavished upon it is an irretrievable waste. As fortune or accident would have it, I was destined to see very little of this relation.
She had an only son. His name was Connell. He was six years old. "And very dear to you, I know!" The eyes of the woman whose only son was drowned shone with sympathy. They were speaking eyes, really beautiful with that light in them. "Very dear to me," responded the woman in Freddy's chair. To her eyes came a sudden, unexpected rush of tears.
No doubt it had been Master Freddy's intentions, when he went into this hiding-place, to remain there all day, until Aunt Mary should take her leave; he did not know of her intention to remain at Camden Terrace until his papa came home, or perhaps he might have hit upon some other expedient.
There was the suit that bore the stamp of the English tailor; there was a pair of low shoes, that pinched a little in the toes; there was a spotless shirt and collar outgrown by some mother's darling, and a blue necktie that was all a necktie should be when, with Freddy's assistance, it was put properly in place.
"I am a rich man, and I have taken a great fancy to your boy. I have no children of my own; in fact, I am quite alone in the world. If you will allow me, I should like to undertake Freddy's education." A light broke across the man's coarse face, momentarily transfiguring it. He raised himself on his elbow, and gazed at his visitor with eager scrutiny.
Andrew's College, and you must be first-class boys if you belong there; and he is glad of a chance to give you a little fun. There he is calling us now!" as a deep voice shouted: "All aboard, boys and girls! We're off in an hour! All aboard!" "Dan Dan," piped Freddy's small voice. "Jim and Dud are dressing for the party, Dan. Come, we must dress, too."
When the eye of Horus was once more, with Freddy's assistance, securely fastened on to the gold chain, and the coffee had been drunk and cigarettes were being indulged in, Mrs. Mervill's American friend appeared at the hut. He was a very agreeable and cultured man. His chief interest in things Egyptian was centred in the subject of ancient festivals.
'Freddy dear why, I thought he was Oh, there he is! Seeing her hungry husband safely anchored in front of the iris gown, instantly she abandoned the idea of disturbing him. 'After all, she said, turning again to Haycroft, who had stood the image of stolid unimpressionableness 'after all, Freddy's right.
"Florette! She ain't sick? Bert, is Florette sick?" "No! No, I " "You tell me, Bert! If it's bad news about Florette " His voice died out. His face grew white. Bert could not meet his eyes. "No, no, now, Freddy," Bert mumbled, turning away his head. "You got me all wrong. It it's good news, sonny." Like a flash Freddy's face cleared. "What about, Bert? Good news about what?"
But Freddy's practical mind had not thought of any such folly; he had left the Valley to the sun by day and the stars by night, and had gone like the swallows to a cooler and greener land. Michael was compelled to spend that night at Luxor. His urgent desire was to reach Cairo as quickly as possible and discover if the Iretons knew anything of Freddy and Margaret. They were now his one hope.
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