Up afore sunrise every blessed morning and never in bed till midnight , and just slaving away all between time . I said to him t ` other day , says I : ` Young Si , you 'll have to let up on this sort of thing and take a rest . You ca n't stand it . You 're not a Pointer . Pointers can stand anything , but it 'll kill you . ' `` He give one of them bitter laughs of his . Says he : ` It 's no difference if it does . Nobody 'll care , ' and off he walks , sulky like . There 's something about Young Si I ca n't understand , '' concluded Mr. Bentley . Ethel Lennox was interested . A melancholy , mysterious hero in a setting of silver-rimmed sand hills and wide blue sweeps of ocean was something that ought to lend piquancy to her vacation . `` I should like to see this prince in disguise , '' she said . `` It all sounds very romantic . '' `` I 'll take you to the shore after tea if you 'd like , '' said Agnes eagerly . `` Si 's just splendid , '' she continued in a confidential aside as they rose from the table . `` Pa does n't half like him because he thinks there 's something queer about him . But I do . He 's a gentleman , as Ma says . I do n't believe he 's done anything wrong . '' * * * * * Ethel Lennox sauntered out into the orchard to wait for Agnes .
She sat down under an apple tree and began to read , but soon the book slipped XXXXX her hands and the beautiful head leaned back against the grey , lichened trunk of the old tree .
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