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Updated: June 22, 2025
Thus it came about that John Clarke and Stephen Radley often found themselves face to face with the fair girls, who came and went like sisters of mercy amid the poor houses crowded together in the low-lying lands without the city walls; and Anthony Dalaber, flinging himself into the crusade with his accustomed energy, found himself in almost constant attendance upon them, carrying out their orders, assisting them in their labour of mercy, and growing more ardently in love with his chosen mistress every day of his life.
"My dear fellow, what the la-diddly-um do you mean?" "Why, he seems to be a bit of an actor to do things because he wants to appear in a favourable light." "I say, that's doocid ungenerous of you," said Chappy. "And, by jove, if he likes to imagine himself very noble and heroic, and tries to act accordingly, very fine of him." "Very," endorsed Radley, cryptically. "I've a great liking for him."
"That question," Radley retorted, "Adam probably asked Eve, when Cain and Abel decided to be Socialists." "I tell you, these self-opinionated boys want whipping, and so do you, Master Doe, with your damned Fabianism." "Oh, come, come," objected Radley. "I like them to be gloriously self-confident. Young blood is heady stuff.
I felt some vague premonition of all the love, the sentiment, and the sorrow which would be mine in the manhood that was brightening to a pale, but tinted, dawn. Part II: Long, Long Thoughts I am sixteen now, and the marks on the dormitory wall show me that I am many inches nearer the height of my ambition, which is the height of Radley.
And there'd be something wrong, if a body full of young blood didn't have a head full of glittering illusions." "Rot!" proclaimed Chappy. "I like them to be Socialists and Futurists and everything. If they don't want to put the world to rights, who will?" "Damned rot!" "It's nothing of the sort," rejoined Radley, getting annoyed. "They ought to break out at this time.
"Why, had I been chosen at one time, then?" asked Doe, seizing upon this little sop to his pride. "Of course, but look at the rain. It'll be a bowlers' wicket, and the Skipper's done a daring thing. The school's never known it, but Ray's been our difficulty, ever since Radley started booming him." Doe brought his lips firmly together, and turned on me with a bright smile.
"So they've sent us a cricketer in young Doe," Radley was saying to Dr. Chapman. Chappy turned in his chair, which creaked alarmingly, and composed himself to talk comfortably. "Oh, the Gray Doe yes, charming little squirt best bat the Nursery had last year. And, though nobody but myself recognised it, the Gem was the best bowler." "The Gem?" queried Radley. "Who was the 'Gem'?"
Radley hit it with great force into the net on the off side. Our spirits sank. Honion was good; he was great; but he was not great enough for Radley. The third ball Radley tapped straight to where I was standing, and I fielded it. "Bowl," said he. I did not wish to do so, but it was impossible to disobey. And, as I prepared to bowl, the silence became eloquent again.
With terrific violence he smote the Radley bowling all round the field. Some shots went along the ground, more fell just out of reach of a fielder. It was invigorating but hardly classic cricket. Still, whatever it was, it produced seventy-two runs, while Lovelace had scored three. After he left Lovelace became still more cautious.
And, after turning my life inside out, I've come to the conclusion that I'm a bundle of sentiment and self-glorification. The only good thing that I can see in myself is that where I love I give myself utterly. It's awful." So, you see, in these words did Doe admit that the dog-like devotion, which he had once given to Radley, was transferred to Monty.
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