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Dorothy, summoned to the telephone, had nothing to add to Brencherly's information, but seemed to derive comfort and consolation from Gard's assurances that all would be well. She would call him again at noon, she said. He came from the booth almost glad. His step was light, his troubled eyes clear once more. He was ready to play his part in every sense, grateful for the respite from his pain.
The whipping of a school boy for any just cause should not be remembered by him throughout life as something to be allowed to fester or as calling for angry vengeance. So Gard's hosts pursued the tenor of their ways as if that detonating night had witnessed nothing. Their insensitiveness about it included insensitiveness about him.
Then Gard's left fist caught him on the hinge of the right jaw, and he reeled back among the others who had jumped down to back him up. "Well ? Want any more?" asked Gard stormily. "You wait," growled Tom, nursing his jaw, "I'll talk to you one of these days." "Whenever you like, you cur. What you need is a sound thrashing and a kick over the Coupée." To his surprise none of the others joined in.
The partial ostracism brought upon her by Gard's outspoken declaration of their mutual feeling even this final offering of her dearly-loved brother these only bound her heart to him the tighter. "Nance dear!" he said at last, when she had got control of herself again. "Is it not possible to hope? He was so good a swimmer. Maybe he found the Race too strong and was carried away by it.
The setting for Gard's approaching German love affair was appropriately picturesque and propitious. A tight little meadow, with a grassy path wandering through by the Elbe, lay near at hand, and beyond, at the right, a pine wood the Waldpark with neat graveled walks and rustic seats where the tonic air was often to brace his musings.
She could not understand Gard's offers to carry her umbrella over her to a class or to bring her a storm coat in case of need. Such attentiveness meant intrusions almost to be resented. She appeared to frown upon any kindly little considerations that should have been agreeable to her or at any rate convenient. She had been brought up to do everything for herself.
He jumped up from the table and burst out in a tirade against shoddy Americans. This brought each man to his feet. The dealer, violent and familiar, put his hands on Gard. "You are a dollar American and dare not bet." "Please keep your hands off me," cried Kirtley and drew back, shaking with the affront. The German persisted and Gard's football days stood him in good stead. He knocked him down.
Maybe Philip Guille's right, and he's safe in Guernsey by this. Come along to that shelter and let's have a drink." They had their bottle out of the boat, and they had also come upon Gard's bottle of cognac, of which quite half remained.
He rushed to Gard's room and overwhelmed him with the tidings. His eye-glasses kept tumbling off. He was upstairs and down, in the flower garden, out at the tea table, and now and then he rushed to the Pleyel and rent the air with its exultant chords. The family turned the day into celebration. The wine cellar was opened.
"What do you make of them?" "Seemed to me those red spots might be blood. The other's a button torn off some one's coat." "Have you any idea whose blood and whose coat?" "The blood I don't know. The button, I believe, is off Mr. Gard's coat," at which another growl and hum went round. "And you know nothing more about the matter?" "That's all I know." "Very well. Sit down. Mr.
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