"Come, Bunny," he said at last, "I have been the one to suffer most,
when all.'s said and done, and I'll be the first to say that I
deserved it. You've broken my head; my hair's all. glued up in my
gore; and what yarn I'm to put up at Manchester, or how I shall take
the field at all., I really don't know. Yet I don't blame you, Bunny,
and I do blame myself. Isn't it rather hard luck if I am to go
unforgiven into the bargain? I admit that I made a mistake; but,
my dear fellow, I made it entirely for your sake."
"For my sake!" I echoed bitterly.
Raffles was more generous; he ignored my tone.
"I was miserable about you - frankly - miserable!" he went on. "I
couldn't get it out of my head that somehow you would be laid by
the heels. It was not your pluck that I distrusted, my dear fellow,
but it was your very pluck that made me tremble for you. I couldn't
get you out of my head. I went in when runs were wanted, but I give
you my word that I was more anxious about you; and no doubt that's
why I helped to put on some runs. Didn't you see it in the paper,
Bunny? It's the innings of my life, so far.
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