The Happy WarriorHutchinson, A. S. M. (Arthur Stuart-Menteth)
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The Happy Warrior
Hutchinson, A. S. M. (Arthur Stuart-Menteth)
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She said nothing to that, either of doubt or thanks; and they finished
the lane in silence. But when dry ground was reached and she withdrew
her hand, she thanked him prettily. With Rollo--who had no wonder of
her and whom she saw more frequently--she was on easy terms; and now
the three walked back to the Old Manor more companionably than was
usual with them. When Dora left, she surprised Percival by thanking
him again; she surprised him more by showing him a little mark on her
hand he had held and playfully protesting his grasp had caused it.
Thereafter when they met she had a smile for him.
He liked that.
She came to be very frequently in his mind, though why he did not know.
Once he came to Aunt Maggie with a dream he had had of her. "The
rummiest dream, Aunt Maggie. I dreamt I was chasing her, and chasing
her, and calling her: 'Snow-White! Snow-White! Rose-Red! Rose-Red!'
and every time I nearly caught her Rollo came up and caught hold of me,
and away she went. And fancy! I fought Rollo! Aren't dreams absurd?"
Aunt Maggie put her hand to her forehead. "Was that the end, dear?"
"Why, the end was more absurd than ever. Although I tried, I couldn't
hit Rollo--simply couldn't. He hurt me, but I couldn't do anything,
and he threw me down and went off with Dora. Doesn't it show how
ridiculous dreams are? Fancy dear old Rollo being stronger than me!
Is your head hurting, Aunt Maggie?"
"Just a shoot of pain--it's gone now."
While he described his dream, and while she pictured it, one of those
flutterings had run up violently in her brain. It passed, but left its
influence. "Absurd!" she agreed. "If ever you did quarrel with him--"
Percival laughed. "I never could, in any case."
"Are you very fond of him, Percival?"
Rollo was returning to London that day. "I simply hate his going
away," Percival said. "I wish to goodness he lived here always. He
wishes it, too."
CHAPTER VII
BURDON HOUSE LEASED: THE OLD MANOR OCCUPIED
I
It happened that within a very short time of that wish it was granted.
Burdon House in Mount Street was let; Burdon Old Manor was permanently
occupied.
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