"
"Go away!" roared Bob. "Go away! O-oo, my face!" He hopped in wrath
and pain. "Send those damned women away!"
Mrs. Chater rushed to the door. Passing, she for the first time caught
full sight of her son's face now that the hot water had exposed its
wreck. "Oh, your eyes! Your poor eyes! They're closing up!"
Bob staggered to the mirror; discovered the full horror of his marred
beauty. "Curse it!" he groaned and gave an order.
Mrs. Chater flew to the telephone.
In the office of Mr. Samuel Hock, purveyor of meat, by appointment, to
the Prince of Wales, the telephone bell sharply rang. Mr. Hock stepped
to the receiver, listened, then bellowed an order into the shop:
"One of beefsteak to 14 Palace Gardens, sharp!"
CHAPTER VI.
A Cab For 14 Palace Gardens.
I.
With tremendous strides, with emotion roaring in and out his nostrils
in gusty blasts of fury, my passionate George encompassed the Park
this way and that until he came at length upon his trembling Mary.
Save for that first blow where Bob's ring had marked his cheek he had
suffered but little in the fight--sufficiently, notwithstanding,
coupled with his colossal demeanour, for Mary's eyes to discover that
something was amiss.
She came to him; cried at a little distance: "Oh, dearest, I--I could
not meet you at the seat.
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