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Then his eyes met Grafton's and he read his own horror reflected there. "Jasper's room is next to Mr. Whipple's," said Grafton hoarsely. "He must have seen something! Jasper, is Mr. Whipple up there now?" The lad's head nodded weakly. Then he broke again into great dry sobs that shook him from head to foot. Kenneth seized him beneath the shoulders and dragged him a few yards nearer the door.
"Tell me, my lad," said he, "tell me, as you love God and the truth, whether they are right." For the moment I shrank from speaking, perceiving what a sad blow to Mr. Carvel my words must be. And then I spoke up boldly, catching the exulting sneer on my Uncle Grafton's face and the note of triumph reflected in Mr. Allen's.
Carvel should become blind to Grafton's hypocrisy; forget his attempts to prevent my father's marriage, and to throw doubt upon my mother's birth. The agony it gave me, coming as it did on top of the cruel deception, I shall not dwell upon. And the thought bursting within me remained unspoken. I saw less of Dorothy then than I had in any summer of my life before. In spite of Mrs.
At that moment a great expanse of plaster fell from the ceiling some thirty feet away and the flames glared luridly through the corridor, making everything for a brief moment as light as day. From below came calls, but Kenneth did not hear them. "Look!" he cried, seizing Grafton's arm. "On the floor! Do you see?" "Yes," shouted Grafton. "It's Mr. Whipple! Can we get him?"
He was a very busy man, was my uncle, and had a kind of dignified run, which he used between Marlboro' Street and the Council Chamber in the Stadt House, or the Governor's mansion. He never did me the honour to glance at me. The Rev. Mr. Allen, too, came a-visiting from Frederick, where he had grown stout as an alderman upon the living and its perquisites and Grafton's additional bounty.
A wounded man lay at Grafton's elbow. Once his throat rattled and Grafton turned curiously. "That's the death-rattle," he said to himself, and he had never heard a death-rattle before. The poor fellow's throat rattled again, and again Grafton turned. "I never knew before," he said to himself, "that a dying man's throat rattled but once."
When he reached the camp of the cavalry at the foot of the hill again, a soldier called his name as he passed a grimy soldier and Grafton stopped in his tracks. "Well, by God!" It was Crittenden, who smiled when he saw Grafton's bewildered face. Then the Kentuckian, too, stared in utter amazement at a black face grinning over Grafton's shoulder. "Bob!" he said, sharply. "Yessuh," said Bob humbly.
"I'm going to try," was the calm reply. "Will you come with me?" For a moment the two boys looked into each other's eyes, squinting painfully in the acrid smoke. The flames crackled and roared in their ears. The strained, terror-stricken look passed from Grafton's face. His eyes lighted and he even smiled a little. "Come on," he said simply. "Wait!"
"Well, that is the very thing which deceives you, Buckingham," said the king, with a peal of laughter; "the poor fellow is predestined." "Predestined to what?" "If it were to be simply deceived, that is nothing; but, to look at him, it is a great deal." "At a distance, and with Miss Grafton's aid, the blow will be warded off."
Naturally Grafton's superior size and strength gave him the advantage, and after the second of these "mix-ups," during which the other players and the few spectators looked on gleefully and the referee blew his whistle until he was purple in the face, Kenneth limped down to the dressing room with a badly bruised knee, a factor which kept him out of the game for the next two days and caused Grafton to throw sarcastic asides in the direction of the bench against which Kenneth's heels beat a disconsolate tattoo.
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