The quiet encounter and home-coming
Ann Veronica and she had contemplated was entirely disorganized by this
misadventure; there were no adequate explanations, and after they had settled
things at Ann Veronica’s lodgings, they reached home in the early afternoon
estranged and depressed, with headaches and the trumpet voice of the
indomitable Kitty Brett still ringing in their ears. ’
‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his
corner of the little square of linen. ‘Oh no, you don’t,’ said Gerald in a low tone. After
fifteen years, to find that peculiarly Occidental attribute—college loyalty—still
alive in his heart! A Western idea that had survived; an idea that was merely the
flower of youthful enthusiasm!
With his hands still in his sleeves, his chin down in speculation over this
phenomenon, he continued his patrol. And to wish not is useless, because you have told
me from when I was a little girl. You can pay me when we return. Distress, deep-rooted, and age old. Please don’t let any one know that. “John,” she said, “I am afraid that I am going to make you unhappy. But don’t think your heroic milice will save you. You forget all the mass of training and tradition and instinct that
go to make him a tolerable master. “I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the
boy who wore his hair like Russell. “Hey, Mike. "Who took it thence?"
"Thames Darrell; the boy at your side.
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