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And now, children, we must go to bed. To-morrow we will decide what to do." Roy stopped at Rex's door, went in and found his brother tossing in bed. "Have you told the girls?" he asked. "Yes." "How did they take it?" "Better than I expected they would." "But what are we going to do, Roy?" Rex went on. "We can't stay here." "No, of course not." "But what will people say?
It seemed a long time that they had stood there, when suddenly the colonel created a commotion by hooking and hauling forth a trout of meagre proportions. Unheeding Rex's brutal remarks, he silently inspected his prize dangling at the end of the line.
Fairfax," Reed presented him, and in a moment Rex's friend, the breeze, was helping hospitality on with gay little refreshing dashes at a warm, silvered head, as Judge Rush sat in the biggest chair at the big open window. He beamed upon the young man with interested, friendly eyes. "That's all very well about the quadrangle, Mr. Reed.
Since that scene after poor Rex's farewell visit, the mother had felt a new sense of peril in touching the mystery of her child's feeling, and in rashly determining what was her welfare: only she could think of welfare in no other shape than marriage.
'To your room, answered Rex, quietly passing his arm through his friend's and gently urging him to move forward. Greif did not remember afterwards how he had found his way from the hall to his lodging. Neither he nor Rex spoke during the quarter of an hour they employed in reaching the street door, but Rex's arm was aching with the effort of sustaining and directing his companion.
Gwendolen's face had allowably become contented again, since Rex's arm had been reset; and now, at the descriptive suggestions in the latter part of her uncle's speech, her elated spirits made her features less unmanageable than usual; the smiles broke forth, and finally a descending scale of laughter. "You are a pretty young lady to laugh at other people's calamities," said Mr.
Rex's memory of the trip uptown on the Elevated was like an evil dream. Strong, after his nap, was as a giant refreshed, and his play of wit knew no contracting limits. There were, luckily, not many passengers going up at this hour, but the dozen or so on the car were regaled.
His wiry locks were matted with perspiration, his shaggy brows knit themselves into an ugly frown, which was made more hideous by the black iron spectacles, he stamped his foot angrily, and made desperate efforts to get at Rex's face with his favourite under- cut. 'I am going to try now, said Rex during the next halt, and turning his head to Greif.
The profligate son the likeness to the portrait the mystery of Dawes's life! These were the links of a galvanic chain. Warder Troke, coming up, put his hand on Rex's shoulder. "Dawes," he said, "you're wanted at the yard"; and then, seeing his mistake, added with a grin, "Curse you two; you're so much alike one can't tell t'other from which."
The man never forgot the despairing look of horror that deepened in the childish blue eyes raised to his. "Rex's mother dead!" she repeated, slowly, wondering if she had heard aright. "Oh, my poor Rex, my poor Rex!" How she longed to go to him and comfort him in that terrible hour, but she dared not intrude upon him.
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