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Updated: September 17, 2025
"I'll take one of those," Venner said. "Here's sixpence for you, and you can keep the change. Call me that cab there." Venner lost no time in reaching the rooms of his friend Gurdon, and was fortunate enough to find the latter at home. He was hard at work on some literary matter, but he pushed his manuscript aside as Venner came excitedly into the room. "Well, what is it?" he asked.
To his quickened ear there came a sound unmistakably like a snore, and pushing his body half through the ventilator he managed to make out the bed in the next room. On it lay the body of a boy in uniform, unmistakably a messenger boy or hotel attendant of that kind. Gurdon could see the hotel name embroidered in gold letters on his collar.
I wouldn't have missed this for worlds." "We have certainly been lucky," Gurdon replied. There was no time for further conversation, for the cripple was speaking again. His voice was still hard and cold, nor did his manner betray the slightest sign of fear. "So you have found that out," he said.
His passionate desire was to be a model of the fashionable chivalry of his day. His frame was that of a born soldier tall, deep-chested, long of limb, capable alike of endurance or action, and he shared to the full his people's love of venture and hard fighting. When he encountered Adam Gurdon after Evesham he forced him single-handed to beg for mercy.
"Bah!" said he, at the close, with his old cheerful manner; "it is too sad! When one is possessed only for minor strains better cease fiddling. Do you want me to break this, or throw it into the fire when I get home, Gurdon? Then take her, lad! She 's a fine one, finer than yours. Take her in all good faith. Come!" Gurdon reached out his hand, hesitating, voiceless pity in his honest eyes.
I daresay if we investigated the house carefully we should find that there was some means of communication between the two; at least, that is the only explanation I can think of." "You've got it," Gurdon cried. "I'll wager any money, you are right. But I am sorry the man has vanished in this mysterious way, because it checks our investigations at the very outset.
Llewelyn wasted the border; the Cinque Ports held the sea; the garrison of Kenilworth pushed their raids as far as Oxford; Baldewin Wake with a band of the Disinherited threw himself into the woods and harried the eastern counties; Sir Adam Gurdon, a knight of gigantic size and renowned prowess, wasted with a smaller party the shires of the south.
What will you say when I tell you that the girl who sits there, utterly unconscious of my presence, and deeming me to be at the other end of the world, is no less a person than my own wife?" Gurdon waited for his companion to go on. It was a boast of his that he had exhausted most of the sensations of life, and that he never allowed anything to astonish him.
Now let us go and say good-bye to these good friends of yours and get down to Canterbury. There is somebody waiting for you there who will bring back the roses to your pale cheeks a great deal better than I can." "Isn't Mr. Gurdon coming with us?" Vera asked. "He can't" Venner explained. "I've just been telephoning to him, and he says that he can't come down till the last train.
Still farther down the room sobs were echoed back to me from Captain Pharo's bursting heart. So that I was gratified, at the next round, to hear Captain Pharo declare that he felt the necessity of going home at once to have a copy of the verses made and "a ya-ard built around 'em, Judah." "Come!" Gurdon whispered to Fluke; "we should give up playing at this hour, and take those girls home."
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