The hero's name soon ran round the circle, and
when his brother Robert, who was an onlooker, learned who it
was that was gaining so much applause, he came and stood close
beside him all the time that the game lasted, always now and then
putting in a cutting remark by way of mockery.
George could not help perceiving him, not only on account of his
impertinent remarks, but he, moreover, stood so near him that he
several times impeded him in his rapid evolutions, and of course
got himself shoved aside in no very ceremonious way. Instead of
making him keep his distance, these rude shocks and pushes,
accompanied sometimes with hasty curses, only made him cling
the closer to this king of the game. He seemed determined to
maintain his right to his place as an onlooker, as well as any of
those engaged in the game, and, if they had tried him at an
argument, he would have carried his point; or perhaps he wished
to quarrel with this spark of his jealousy and aversion, and draw
the attention of the gay crowd to himself by these means; for, like
his guardian, he knew no other pleasure but what consisted in
opposition.
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