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He would have let them go by, feeling himself such a scare-crow as they might think a blot upon them; but he remembered that Charles Hayward had his ticket, and as he looked at himself, he doubted whether he should be let into a strange church. 'Paul! Paul Blackthorn! called Harold, with a voice all aglee. 'Well! said Paul, 'what do you want of me? 'Come on, and you'll see.
Hayward found him stupid, but Lawson recognised his charm and was eager to paint him; he was a picturesque figure with his blue eyes, white skin, and curly hair. Often they discussed things he knew nothing about, and then he sat quietly, with a good-natured smile on his handsome face, feeling quite rightly that his presence was sufficient contribution to the entertainment of the company.
"All right, cap'n," answered Massey. "You've only got to say the word. But who's to stop at home to mind the camp-fire and the women?" "I'm afraid," returned Hayward, with a deprecatory smile, "that it's your own turn, Bob. I would say that I'm sorry for you, were it not ungallant to pity a man for being condemned for a day to female society."
He was glad now that Hayward was not in London on Saturday afternoon when, distraught, he went in search of human comfort: he could not have prevented himself from telling him everything, and Hayward would have been astonished at his weakness.
It hit the bird full on the breast and brought it down, which fact was made known to the sportsman by a cheer from the camp and a heavy thud behind him. "Well done, Terrence!" cried Hayward as he came up with his prize. "I regard it as a good omen a sort of turn in the tide which will encourage us on our contemplated expedition."
It was soon stopped, however, by Doreen Hayward, the Right Half, who, after successfully dribbling it past the enemy Inner, sent it hard out to Aline West, the School Right Wing. Soon Aline had the ball half-way up the field, but suddenly she stumbled, and fell headlong to the ground.
Paul suggested that they should go back to the hut, and leave him with the shepherd, while they went forward to meet the captain, who would otherwise become alarmed at not seeing them. Mr Hayward agreed to this, though he expressed a hope that he might sufficiently recover to be able to accompanying them. "We will wait here a day, however, and see how I am.
Best went upstairs at once to arrange for her hurried journey, and to help her to pack. Downstairs at the breakfast-table the girls discussed the bad news. They were very sorry for Rachel, and also for themselves, for she was their right inner. "It's like our luck!" fretted Janie Potter. "Too disgusting for words!" groused Doreen Hayward. "Poor old Rachel!" groaned Fil.
He had spent a winter in Florence and a winter in Rome, and now was passing his second summer abroad in Germany so that he might read Goethe in the original. Hayward had one gift which was very precious. He had a real feeling for literature, and he could impart his own passion with an admirable fluency.
A place had been reserved for this bundle or nest, in the heart of the large pile of branches lying on the ground. Meanwhile, Slag held the nest ready in his hands. "Now, Tomlin, get out your matches," said the doctor. With the utmost care the anxious man unfolded the kerchief, and, opening the box, looked into it earnestly. "Wet?" asked Hayward. Tomlin shook his head. "I fear they are."
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