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"Montreal?" said Blythe. "Not as I know of." "Toronto?" Blythe shook his head. "Toronto's up near there, isn't it?" he asked. Warde seemed on the point of asking more but apparently decided not to. "Who's going to tell a yarn?" he asked. "This is a kind of slow bunch to-night. How about you, Roy?"
"That means that you want us to keep still about Blythe," Roy said. "You can't get around that. If you think I if you think I care anything about five thousand dollars you're then you're mistaken. My father wouldn't let me take any money I got that way.... But a scout is he's supposed to " "He's supposed to watch his step," said Warde. "Sure he is, Roy," piped up Pee-wee.
Sometimes, it became difficult to follow Warde members of the Alpine Club said that often it was impossible because he jumped where others crawled. And he clipped words, phrases, thoughts so uncommonly short. "You're beginning to see, Verney, eh? Scales crumbling away, my boy. And strong sunshine hurts the eyes at first. Black spots are dancing before you. I know the little devils." Or again
Then Warde said slowly, "I shall not refer this business to the Head Master; I shall deal with it myself. For your own sake, Desmond, for the sake of your father, and, above all else, for the sake of this House, I shall do no more than ask you to promise that, for the rest of your time at Harrow, you will endeavour to atone for what has been."
The last man runs towards the pitch through a perfect hurricane of howls. Warde rises. "I can't stand it," he says, and his voice shakes oddly. "You fellows will find me behind the Pavvy after the match." "I'd go with you," says the Rev. Septimus, in a choked tone, "but if I tried to walk I should tumble down." Charles Desmond says nothing.
The very air seemed charged with something impending. Presently Warde saw two quick flashes of the light, then two more. He was glad that he knew the Silver Fox patrol signs well enough to know the meaning of that one. It signified "Come." "He went in his bare feet," said Roy; "look there. See?"
The women appear to me a little exaggerated the one is mad and the other silly. At the theater in the evening the house was very good indeed the play, "Katharine of Cleves;" but poor Mr. Warde was so ill he could hardly stand. Wednesday, February 1st. ... Drove out with Henry in the new carriage. It is very handsome, but by no means as convenient or capacious as our old rumble. Oh, these vanities!
That Bill should be delayed twice within ten days was unheard-of and outrageous. When the hoots and cheers subsided, Warde held up his hand. He smiled, and his chin stuck out, and his nose stuck up at an angle familiar to those who had scaled peaks in his company. In silence, the School awaited what he had to say, hoping that he might slate them, which would afford an excuse for more ragging.
But at the end he let fall a straw which indicated the true current of his thoughts "Mr. Desmond is very lonely." John swooped on this. "Then you think, you do think, that Harry should have stayed behind?" "Perhaps. One hesitates to accuse the boy of anything more than thoughtlessness." "If he wished to serve his country," began John, warmly. Warde smiled. "Yes, yes," he assented.
This house has been called Quebec House ever since the victory in 1759. The other house is Squerryes Court, belonging then and now to the Warde family, the Wolfes' closest friends. Wolfe and George Warde were chums from the first day they met. Both wished to go into the Army; and both, of course, 'played soldiers, like other virile boys.
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