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Betto looked after him with uplifted hands and eyes

"Well, indeed! there never was such a boy! always in some mischief; but

that's how boys are!"

Cardo went out whistling, up the long meadow to the barren corner,

where the furze bushes and wild thyh and harrow; and here, sitting in deep thought,

and still whistling in a low tone, he held a long consultation with

hiain!" he said at last, as he rose and took his

way to another part of the far, in his ht, keen eyes, out of keeping with this

dusty, faded room His very clothes were redolent of the breezy

Wynne still pored over apparently the self-sa e first saw him

"Sit down, Cardo," he said, as his son entered; "I have a good deal to

say to you First, this letter," and he hunted about ast his

papers "It is from an old friend of mine, Rowland Ellis of Plas

Gwynant You know I hear froh

It is waste of stay, and waste of ti special to say But he has so to say to-day

He has a son, a poor, weak fellow I have heard, as far as outward

appearance and bodily health go--a contrast to you, Cardo--but a clever

fellow, a senior wrangler, and an MA of his college He has just