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Updated: June 7, 2025
Decent kid, isn't he? He was telling me about Farnie. The M.C.C. match, you know, and so on. 'Oh! said the Bishop. He began to see how things had happened. 'Yes, said Norris. 'Hullo, that gives us the game. A roar of applause from the touch-line greeted the successful attempt of Hill to convert Gethryn's try into the necessary goal.
"Beautiful!" cried the colonel. "Good girl, Daisy! but don't spoil your frock!" And picking up his own rod he relighted his cigar and essayed some conscientious casting on his own account. But he soon wearied of the paths of virtue and presently went in search of a grasshopper, with evil intent. Meanwhile Ruth was blushing to the tips of her ears at Gethryn's praises.
I dare not! If it is that I am happy, who but you knows the reason? And now listen to my little secret. I pray for you, yes, every morning and every evening. And for myself too now. God forgives. It is in my faith. Oh! my husband, we will be good! Thy Yvonne Gethryn's eyes blurred on the page and he sat a long time, very still, not offering to open his remaining letters.
This was due partly to a succession of bad Head-prefects, and partly to Leicester himself, who was well-meaning but weak. His spirit was willing, but his will was not spirited. When things went on that ought not to have gone on, he generally managed to avoid seeing them, and the things continued to go on. Altogether, unless Gethryn's rule should act as a tonic, Leicester's was in a bad way.
Clifford thoughtlessly threw it open, and a woman in evening dress, very decolletee, swept by him into the box, with a waft of sickly scented air. Yvonne leaned heavily on Gethryn's shoulder; the woman stopped in front of them. "Ah! here you are, then!" Yvonne's face was ghastly. "Nina," she whispered, "why did you come?"
'Which chaps? enquired Reece, laying down his pen and turning round in his chair. 'The rest of the team, you know. 'Why don't they think he ought to be captain? The head of the House is always captain of the House team unless he's too bad to be in it at all. Don't the chaps think Gethryn's good at cricket? 'Oh, he's good enough, said Monk. 'It's more about this M.C.C. match business, you know.
Or he may be the boss of some trust, and wallowing in dollars. He may be anything. Let's go and brew, Bishop. Come on, Reece. 'I don't mind watching you two chaps eat, said Gethryn, 'but I can't join in myself. I have assimilated three pounds odd of the Headmagisterial muffins already this afternoon. Don't mind me, though. They went upstairs to Marriott's study, which was also Gethryn's.
"She is here!" he shouted, and sprang to the edge again. But Gethryn pulled him down. "That's too dangerous," he laughed; "you could easily fall." "Oh, pshaw!" cried Clifford, draining the glass, and shaking it at the opposite box. Yvonne put her hand on Gethryn's arm. "Don't let him have any more," she whispered. "Give us the goblet!" yelled the Frenchmen.
Still, even a budding Professor Moriarty would be none the worse for being warned against Gethryn's bete noire, Monk, so the Bishop proceeded to deliver that warning. 'Well, he said, 'you seem to be able to look out for yourself all right, I must say. But there's one tip I really can give you.
"Nothing for me?" "Something." And with ostentatious delay he produced three letters and a newspaper, which Rex took, restraining an impulse to knock him down. After all, the temptation was not very great, presenting itself more as an act of justice than as a personal satisfaction. The truth was, all day long a great gentleness tinged with melancholy had rested on Gethryn's spirit.
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