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He had once choked Cooper purple in the face in retaliation for a jest put upon him by the audacious, rattle-brained little chap; but later Chipper had accepted Roy's apologies and protestations of regret, practically forgetting the unpleasant incident, which, however, Roy never did. "Ah-ha!" cried Sile Crane, bringing forth and flourishing a long, burnt, battered bat.
Again he was abnormally voluble, as if holding his cousin at arm's length by italicising his own fanatical fervour, till Roy's impatience subsided into weariness and he palpably stifled a yawn. Dyán, detecting him, stopped dead, with a pained, puzzled look that went to Roy's heart.
And then their trails crossed again, right there at the foot of the elevator shaft, where Tom was waiting to go up. Roy's first impulse was to brush past his friend saying nothing, but when he had all but reached the door he wheeled about and said, "If you want to hand out any lies to the troop, you'd better do it yourself; I'm not going to do it for you."
Come, Ma Cass, let's get out of here, so they can talk." "Folks, I was jest a-goin' to say thet Roy's got fever an' he oughtn't t' talk too much," said the old woman. Then she and Carmichael went into the kitchen and closed the door. Roy looked up at Helen with his keen eyes, more kindly piercing than ever. "My brother John was here. He'd just left when you come.
He does not try to do stunts; and, above all, he does not care to go in swimming. The greatest event, perhaps, in Roy's young life was his first swim. He did not know he could swim. He did not know what it was to swim. He had never seen a sheet of water larger than a road-side puddle or than the stationary wash-tubs of his own laundry at home.
The Duke of Argyle was also one of Rob Roy's protectors, so far as to afford him, according to the Highland phrase, wood and water the shelter, namely, that is afforded by the forests and lakes of an inaccessible country.
"Well," she laughed, "Roy's good at making sacrifices." "Je-ru-salem!" said Pee-wee, shaking his head almost incredulously at the idea of such good fortune; "that'll be some trip. But you know what they say, and it's true I got to admit it's true that two's a company, three's a crowd." "It wouldn't be three," laughed Mary; "it would only be two and a half."
There was one place where he knew he could count upon being sheltered, while the way was "felt;" and this was Giles Roy's. Roy would be true to him; would conceal him if need were; and help him off again, did Verner's Pride, for him, prove a myth. This thought John Massingbird put in practice, arriving one dark night at Roy's, and startling Mrs. Roy nearly to death.
And she was staying Roy's impatience now, with cigarettes and coffee and the tale of Arúna 'England-returned. She had revealed little by letter; an uncharacteristic touch of caution derived from her husband, who questioned the wisdom of her bold incursion into the complexities and jarring elements of a semi-modern Hindu household.
So when Roy's turn came, her fulness of sympathy and understanding were outstretched like wings to shield him, if might be, from the worst, as she had known it.
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