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His uncle had evidently not arrived, unless he had come disguised as an old woman, an act of which Gethryn refused to believe him capable. He enquired as to the next train that was expected to arrive from London. The station-master's son was not sure, but would ask the porter, whose name it appeared was Johnny. Johnny gave the correct answer without an effort.
I'm not so old as all that!" he murmured, sauntering along the pleasant wood-road. Before long he came in sight of Ruth and Gethryn, who were waiting. But he only waved them on, laughing. "Papa always says that old wound of his does not hurt him, but it does. I know it does," said Ruth. Rex noted what tones of tenderness there were in her cool, clear voice.
Two figures were coming down from the Jaeger's cottage. Gethryn recognized the colonel and Monsieur Bordier. At the risk of scrutiny from those cool, elderly, masculine eyes, Rex's manhood pulled itself together. He went back to meet them, and presently they all joined the ladies in the apology for a parlor, where coffee was being served.
Then a dull red cloud seemed to settle slowly, crushing, grinding him into the earth. Three When Gethryn unclosed his eyes the dazzling sunlight almost blinded him. A thousand grotesque figures danced before him, a hot red vapor seemed to envelop him. He felt a dull pain in his ears and a numb sensation about the legs.
There was time, therefore, to let Gethryn know what was going to happen, so that he might not be surprised into doing anything rash, such as resigning the captaincy, for example. Not that Reece thought it likely that he would, but it was better to take no risks. Both Marriott and Gethryn were in the study when he arrived. 'Hullo, Reece, said Marriott, 'come in and take several seats.
Like the majority of his countrymen, Mr Rowden was ready to believe anything he heard of social conditions in the States, but one point required explanation. "You said the child had golden hair." "Yes, his mother's hair was red," sighed Clifford. Gethryn, glancing round, saw the Englishman's jaw drop, as he said, "How extraordinary!" Then he began to smile as if suspecting a joke.
"I don't know," said the girl, with a sigh. The silence was too strained to last, and finally Gethryn said, "Won't you sit down?" She did so silently. "You see I'm I'm about to do a little cooking," he said, looking at the eggs. The girl spoke again, still very low. "Won't you tell me why you are angry?" "I'm not," began Gethryn, but he sat down and glanced moodily at the girl.
Gethryn showed his ticket which admitted him to the platform, and they walked slowly down the line of dismal-looking cars. "This one?" and he opened a door. She stood watching the hissing and panting engine, while Gethryn climbed in and placed her bags and rugs in a window corner. The car smelt damp and musty, and he stepped out with a choking sensation in his chest.
'Yes, said Farnie, in the dreamy voice of one who recalls memories from the misty past, 'I was at Harrow before I came here, and at Wellington before I went to Harrow, and at Clifton before I went to Wellington. Gethryn gasped. 'Anywhere before you went to Clifton? he enquired. 'Only private schools.
As she waded in the sudden cold made her gasp a little to herself, but she kept straight on without turning her head, and presently stepped on a broad, flat rock over which the water was slipping smoothly. Gethryn waited near the bank and watched her as she sent the silk hissing thirty feet across the stream.
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