Edith Lamhorn.
CHAPTER XXVI
George departed, and Bibbs was left gazing upon chaos and listening
to thunder. He could not reach the stairway without passing the open
doors of the library, and he was convinced that the mere glimpse of
him, just then, would prove nothing less than insufferable for his
father. For that reason he was about to make his escape into the
gold-and-brocade room, intending to keep out of sight, when he heard
Sheridan vociferously demanding his presence.
"Tell him to come in here! He's out there. I heard George just let
him in. Now you'll SEE!" And tear-stained Mrs. Sheridan, looking out
into the hall, beckoned to her son.
Bibbs went as far as the doorway. Gurney sat winding a strip of white
cotton, his black bag open upon a chair near by; and Sheridan was
striding up and down, his hand so heavily wrapped in fresh bandages
that he seemed to be wearing a small boxing-glove. His eyes were
bloodshot; his forehead was heavily bedewed; one side of his collar
had broken loose, and there were blood-stains upon his right cuff.
"THERE'S our little sunshine!" he cried, as Bibbs appeared.
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