"I can't be all to them that
she was, can I?"
He kissed the bright, beautiful head against his shoulder,
and comforted her with a tender word or two. But again and again
that night there came to him Meg's white, still face as it lay on
the scarlet cushions, and he knew the wind that stirred the
curtains at the window had been playing with the long grass in
the churchyard a few minutes since.
CHAPTER X Bunty in the Light of a Hero
"'I know him to be valiant.'
'I was told that by one that knows him better than you.'
'What's he?'
'Marry, he told the so himself, and he said he cared not who knew
it'"
Bunty had been betrayed into telling another story. It was a
very, big one, and he was proportionately miserable. Everyone
else had gone out but Meg, who was still in bed after her fainting
fit, and he had been having a lonely game of cricket down in the
paddock by himself. But even with a brand-new cricket ball this
game palls after a time when one has to bowl and bat and backstop
in solitary state. So presently he put his bat over into the garden,
and began to throw the ball about in an aimless fashion, while he
cogitated on what he should do next.
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