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Farrar, Frederic William, 1831-1903

"Eric"

I can't think how I came to do it, except that
I've done such lots of bad things here. But he's forgiven and forgotten
that long ago, and is very kind to me now."
It was true; but Eric didn't know that half the kindness which Montagu
showed to his brother was shown solely for _his_ sake.
"Do you know, I've thought of a plan for making you two friends again?
I've written to Aunt Trevor to ask him to Fairholm with us next
holidays."
"Oh, have you? Good Verny! Yes; _there_ we might be friends. Perhaps
there," he added, half to himself, "I might be more like what I was in
better days."
"But it's a long time to look forward to. Easter hasn't come yet," said
Vernon.
So the two young boys proposed; but God had disposed it otherwise.

CHAPTER VII
THE PIGEONS
"Et motae ad Lunam trepidabis arundinis umbram."
Juv. X. 21.
"How awfully dull it is, Charlie," said Eric, a few weeks before Easter,
as he sat with Wildney in his study one holiday afternoon.
"Yes; too late for football, too early for cricket.


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