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I returned to the inn at eight o'clock, purposely abstaining from waking Arthur, who was sleeping off the past night's excitement on one of my friend's sofas. A suspicion had occurred to me, as soon as I was alone in my bedroom, which made me resolve that Holliday and the stranger whose life he had saved should not meet again, if I could prevent it.

He received a letter from Colonel Holliday, enclosing an order on a London banker for fifty pounds, and he was soon provided with suits of clothes fit for balls and other occasions.

"Don't seem to favor Janie much, does he, Doc. Kind of got her mouth and chin, though. Remember that sort of good-lookin' set to her mouth she had? And SHE got it from old Cap'n Lo himself. This boy's face must be more like his pa's, I cal'late. Don't you cal'late so, Doc?" Whether Doctor Holliday cal'lated so or not he did not say.

What singular freak is this of the maitre to take up a foil with a boy!" was the question which ran round the room. Several of those present had met Rupert Holliday, and could give his name; but none could account for the freak on the part of the master.

Solomon Cobb crossed her mind, "seems as if some folks would do anything for money." "John wouldn't. I've known of his turnin' down more'n one case there was money in account of its bein' more fishy than honest. No, if he does work for that that half Holliday cousin of his on this job, it'll be because he's took the man's money and feels he can't decently say no. But I don't believe he will.

"No, I didn't know he had. How did you know it?" "I knew. Ain't much goin' on that I don't know; I make it my business to know. Why don't you sell out to old Holliday?" "I don't want to sell. My boardin'-house has just got a good start and why should I give it up? I won't sell." "Oh, you won't! Pretty independent for anybody with a mortgage hangin' over 'em, ain't ye?"

While I was thinking, in my bed, of what had passed at the inn; of the change in the student's pulse when he heard the name of Holliday; of the resemblance of expression that I had discovered between his face and Arthur's; of the emphasis he had laid on those three words, "my own brother," and of his incomprehensible acknowledgment of his own illegitimacy while I was thinking of these things, the reports I have mentioned suddenly flew into my mind, and linked themselves fast to the chain of my previous reflections.

Several of the gentlemen threw themselves between him and Rupert. "I will have his life's blood!" he exclaimed, struggling in the arms of those who would hold him back. "I will kill the dog as he stands." "Sir Richard Fulke," Lord Fairholm said, "Master Holliday is a friend of mine, and will give you an honourable meeting when you will; but I should advise you to smother your choler.

It was a wonderful, wonderful thing to do, Jack! Think of it!" "Forty years? Only three hundred miles? Humph! Ben Holliday would have fetched them through in thirty-six hours!" The boy meant no harm. He did not know that he had said anything that was wrong or irreverent.

Lord Fairholm, Sir John Loveday, and other gentlemen, now came round. "I was rather thinking," Sir John said, with a laugh, "of taking you under my protection, Master Holliday, and fighting your battles for you, as an old boy does for a young one at school; but it must even be the other way.

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