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But the haphazard mention of his mother's visit, the coincidence of Winifred's unexpectedly strange behavior and equally unexpected transition to a wildly declared love, revealed some of the hidden sources of events, and over the volcano of his soul he imposed a layer of ice. He even smiled pleasantly as he begged Miss Goodman to dry her eyes and be seated.
The fine weather had also tempted nearly all the inhabitants of Saint Winifred's to be spectators of the contest, and numbers of ladies were present, for whom the boys had politely left a space within the circle. When the chief jumping prize had been won by an active fellow in the sixth-form, another prize was proposed for all boys under fifteen.
Happen what might, he could not be in a worse position. "We have had a sad loss, my dear Winifred," he began, "for I must use the privilege of an old friend, and address you by that familiar name, we have had a sad loss in the death of your lamented parent, whose memory I shall for ever revere." Winifred's eyes filled with tears. This was not exactly what the woollen-draper desired.
We'll take an interest in the house. We'll take no end of interest in the house! He hasn't had us in the form-rooms for a year. We've learned a lot since then. Oh, we'll make it a be-autiful house before we've done! 'Member that chap in 'Eric' or 'St. Winifred's' Belial somebody? I'm goin' to be Belial," said Stalky, with an ensnaring grin. "Right O," said Beetle, "and I'll be Mammon.
The sudden little laugh of bitter scorn that came from my mother's lips, the sudden spasm that shook her frame, the sudden shadow as of night that swept across her features, should at once have hushed my confession. But I went on: my tongue would not stop now: I felt that my eloquence, the eloquence of Winifred's danger, must conquer, must soften even the hard pride of her race.
Fancy if the aristocratic Power, or some other Saint Winifred's fellow saw us! Why, it would supply Henderson with jokes for six weeks," said Kenrick, getting up and touching the old pony with his whip. Both he and Walter were wholly unconscious that their equipage had been seen, and contemptuously scrutinised by one of their schoolfellows.
I, for my part, should have said that Winifred's story proclaimed her aunt to be a worthy member of a flunkey society like this of ours a society whose structure, political and moral and religious, is based on an adamantine rock of paltry snobbery. It was impossible to restrain my indignation.
A shadow darkened the window, and she looked up with startled eyes to see Winifred's face pressed against the glass. Ruth ran to the window. "How did you get up here?" she questioned in wonder. "Open the window, quick!" Winifred responded in an anxious whisper. "The ladder wiggles about, and somebody may see me." Ruth opened the window and Winifred crawled in, and suddenly the ladder disappeared.
He was still staring at that replica of Fleur, and worrying over Winifred's news, when his wife's voice said: "Mr. Michael Mont, Soames. You invited him to see your pictures." There was the cheerful young man of the Gallery off Cork Street! "Turned up, you see, sir; I live only four miles from Pangbourne. Jolly day, isn't it?"
It was heartless of you, mother. Did not Winifred's angel face, twisted into misery by your lies, cause you one pang of remorse?" Mrs. Carshaw rose unsteadily. Her face was ghastly in its whiteness. "Rex, spare me, for Heaven's sake!" she faltered. "I did it for the best. I have suffered more than you know." "I am glad to hear it.
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