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Sir Harry had heard of the lessons, and wrote to beg that his son might join the class. So George rode over three times a week to learn Latin, which he did with uncommon slowness. But he thought Taffy's stories stunning, and admired him without a shade of envy.
The cold air sang past Taffy's ears. It put vigour into him, and his courage rose as he faced his shattered prospects, shattered dreams. He must be strong now for his mother's sake; a man to work and be leant upon. And so it was that whereas Honoria had found him a boy, Humility found him a man.
I stubbed my toe on Miss Wilbraham's little revolver she must have dropped on the passage floor, and I've got it. Also, let alone her lost toy-dog gun, I got all her ammunition and her rifle, while she was grabbing in Miss Paulette's trunk. "'Taffy went to my house, Thought I was asleep. I went to Taffy's house, And stole a side of beef' as I learned when I was young.
The light-house was all but built. The Chief Engineer had paid a surprise visit, praised his work, and talked about another sea light soon to be raised on the North Welsh Coast; used words that indeed hinted, not obscurely, at promotion. And Taffy's blood tingled at the prospect. But, out of working hours, his thoughts were not of light-houses. He bought maps and charts.
At this, Taffy's eyes glistened, and he followed on down the steps, without saying a word. At the bottom of the descent, they entered a narrow passage, and finally came to a door. "Now, I'll ask you. Are you brave, and will you come in with me, if I open this door?" By this time, Taffy was so eager for treasure, that he spoke up at once. "I'm not afraid. Open the door."
"Try to touch bottom. It's firm sand hereabouts." "So I can." The splashing and coughing came nearer, came close. Taffy stretched out a hand. A hand, icy-cold, fumbled and gripped it in the darkness. "Christ! Where's a place to lie down?" "Here, on this rock." They peered at each other, but could not see. The man's teeth chattered close to Taffy's ear. "Warm my hands, mate there's a good chap."
The light from the cliff sank and rose behind his scared face. "Got him?" "Yes." The sand was closing around Taffy's legs, but he managed to shift his footing a little. "Quick, then; the bank's breaking up." George was sinking, knee-deep and deeper. But his outstretched fingers managed to reach and hook themselves around the crutch-head. "Steady, now . . . must work you loose first.
Phyllis nodded and stared harder at the tiny mitten, and her thoughts raced. For Janet's benefit she voiced them. "The wire screen, first, then Don talking to the caretaker." "When?" Janet interrupted. "The day we went in Taffy's car up to Miss Pringle's. Then I saw him. As we left he went in. Then last Monday, remember, I told you I saw Miss Pringle go in that house?"
Sing all together oh, the blessed peace of it! "'I long to be there, His glory to share " He pitched the note, and the congregation took up the second line with a rolling, gathering volume of song. It broke on the night like the footfall of a regiment at charge. Honoria scrambled off Taffy's back, and the two slipped away to the high road. "Shall you tell your father?" "I I don't know."
Come home quickly, dear; for until you are here I can have no peace of mind." So once again Taffy travelled homewards by the night mail. "Mother, it's a lie!" Taffy's face was hot, but he looked straight into his mother's eyes. She too was rosy-red: being ever a shamefast woman. And to speak of these things to her own boy "Thank God!" she murmured, and her fingers gripped the arms of her chair.
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