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It may be, and it is most probable, that English cricket will soon recover the laurels which the Australians carried away in 1882; but I venture to prophesy that from 1890 onwards, the cricket championship will, except through occasional bad-luck, become permanently resident in Australia. The success of the first Australian Eleven bred cricketers by the thousand.

'Tain't nothin' 't all but ignorant superstition. Ain't I tol' you that a hunderd times?" "Yes, you done tol' me," said Gordon Lee, putting up a feeble defense. "You all time quoilin' an' runnin' down conjurin' an' bad-luck signs an' all de nigger superstitions; but you's quick 'nough to tek up all dese heah white superstitions." "How you mean?" demanded Amanda.

Her interest in the affairs of David Kildare disturbed him not at all, but her sympathetic and absorbed attention to a bad-luck tale with which Hobson Capers reported to the major one morning when she sat with them, had sent him home in a most depressed state of mind, and the picture of her troubled eyes raised to Hobson's as he recounted the details of the wrenched shoulder of his favorite horse, followed him through the day with tormenting displeasure, though the offer of a cut-glass bottle full of a delightfully scented lotion for the amelioration of the suffering animal brought the semblance of a grin.

Too bad they couldn't say as much for yesterday's hunting trip! As he rubbed lather into the stubble on his face, he cursed with irritation. That had been a bad-luck hunt, all around. They had gone out before dawn, hunting into the hills to the north. They'd spent the day at it, and shot one small wild pig. Lucky it was small, at that.

"But how come you felt them scars pricking as a bad-luck sign, Ronicky?" he asked after a time. "Is there anything that's gone wrong, far as you see?" "I dunno," said Ronicky gravely. "Maybe not, and maybe so. I ain't a prophet, but I don't like having everything so smooth not when they's a gent like the man with the sneer on the other end of the wire.

Then again she'd cut off the music for days and go to reading books, mostly in the window seat, her head puckered, like it was hard work. "What're you reading, Hon?" says I one day. "Seems to me it must be a bad-luck story. Also, why have you took to reading books upside down?" "Nonsense!" says she. "I been brushing up in my sikeology," says she.

Avali, the Gorgios don't jin it it's saw Rommany." I.e., "There was a dark woman that looked the evil eye at me this morning my son's wife and after that I heard that my son was ill. A squint-eyed man makes bad-luck. Yes, the Gorgios don't know it it's all Rommany."

The head of a grisly bear came out between two bushes, and no idea of heroism called for any waiting. The cañon, or the ruins, or almost any other place, would have been better, at that moment, than the spot where he was when Bruin saw him. The grisly may have had bad-luck that morning. At all events, he was out after game, and was in a bad temper.

Ronicky, old boy, one of these days I'll be able " He paused, stopped by the solemnity of Doone's face. "What's wrong, Ronicky?" "I don't know," said the other gloomily. He rubbed his arms slowly, as if to bring back the circulation to numbed limbs. "You act like you're sick, Ronicky." "I'm getting bad-luck signs, Bill. That's the short of it." "How come?" "The old scars are prickling." "Scars?

It would be about five when I got back, and of course one could not start a piece of work late in the day when one was all worn out. To-morrow, bright and early, would be the time. Then, just as likely as not, to-morrow would be one of those bad-luck days. In a diary which I kept at the time I find a record of a day of that sort. Began this morning by breaking a lamp chimney before I was dressed.