True Manliness: From the Writings of Thomas HughesHughes, Thomas
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True Manliness: From the Writings of Thomas Hughes
Hughes, Thomas
Conduct of life
At last they scrambled across, and he breathed freely for a minute, as
they struggled along the comparatively quiet path leading to Albert
Gate, and stopped to drink at the fountain. Then came Rotten-row, and
another pause amongst the loungers, and a plunge into the Ride, where
he was nearly run down by two men whom he had known at Oxford. They
shouted to him to get out of the way; and he felt the hot defiant blood
rushing through his veins as he strode across without heeding. They
passed on, one of them having to pull his horse out of his stride to
avoid him. Did they recognize him? He felt a strange mixture of utter
indifference, and longing to strangle them.
The worst was now over; besides, he was getting used to the situation,
and his good sense was beginning to rally. So he marched through Albert
Gate, carrying his ragged little charge, who prattled away to him
without a pause, and surrounded by the rest of the children, scarcely
caring who might see him.
They went safely through the omnibuses and carriages on the Kensington
Road, and so into Belgravia. At last he was quite at his ease again,
and began listening to what the child was saying to him, and was
strolling carelessly along, when once more, at one of the crossings, he
was startled by a shout from some riders. There was straw laid down in
the street, so that he had not heard them as they cantered round the
corner, hurrying home to dress for dinner; and they were all but upon
him, and had to rein up their horses sharply.
The party consisted of a lady and two gentlemen, one old, the other
young; the latter dressed in the height of fashion, and with the
supercilious air which Tom hated from his soul. The shout came from the
young man, and drew Tom’s attention to him first. All the devil rushed
up as he recognized St. Cloud. The lady’s horse swerved against his,
and began to rear. He put his hand on its bridle, as if he had a right
to protect her. Another glance told Tom that the lady was Mary, and the
old gentleman, fussing up on his stout cob on the other side of her,
Mr. Porter.
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