"
The other boy blushed, but the next moment his face resumed its usual
pallor. He was tall for his fourteen years, but evidently not
particularly strong. He had, in truth, somewhat of a bookish look, and
his rounded shoulders already told of much poring over a student's
tasks. Fairburn, on the other hand, though less tall, carried in his
face and form all the evidence of robust good health.
"I've relatives somewhere in Darlington, Blackett," George explained,
in a rather pleasanter tone, as if ashamed of his former surly speech,
"and I'm going to hunt them up."
"Look here, Fairburn," said the other, springing from his seat and
placing a patronizing hand on his companion's shoulder, "just make
yourself comfortable here with me for the night, and I'll settle the
bill for both of us in the morning." He spoke rather grandly, jingling
the coins in his pocket the while.
"I can settle my own bills, thank you," answered Fairburn, a proud hot
flush overspreading his face. And, seizing his little bag, the lad
strode from the room and out of the inn, shivering as the chill
northeasterly breeze caught him in the now dark and almost deserted
street.
"Confound the fellow with his purse-proud patronage!" he muttered as
he hurried along.
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