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something elfish and eager lurking behind the gravity. Robert stared at him
as an Ancient Briton might have stared at the first lordly Roman who
crossed his ken. He felt uncouth and cumbersome and stupid. And yet he
could have knocked the red-headed boy down easily with one hand.
The clergyman led the singing. The urchin on Robert's right had produced a
hymn-book from his pocket and opened it and found his place with the
same air of smug efficiency. Robert had no book. He longed for one. He
knew that the clergyman was watching him again. His companion nudged
himand by a stab of a stumpyinky forefinger indicated the verse which
he himself was singing in an aggressive treble. But Robert only stared
helplessly. At another time he might have recognized "God--love--dove--"
and other words of one syllableand he liked the tune. But now he could
see nothing but the clergyman and think of nothing but the little dark man.
He wondered madly what the latter was singing now and whether he had
managed to fit in "damned rot--damned rot" to the music. But he did not
dare to look.
A second prod roused him with a ghastly self-betraying start.
You gotter sing the small boy whispered fiercely; gotter singidjit.
Wh-a-a-t?
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