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"How on earth did you get to know so much about football?" asked Neil. "You talk like a varsity coach." "Do I?" said Sydney, flushing with pleasure. "I I always liked the game, and I've studied it quite a bit and watched it all I could. Of course, I can never play, but I get a good deal of enjoyment out of it.
Neil Stewart! Is it possible after all these years? Don't you know me? Don't you know Katherine? Peyton's wife!" For a moment Neil Stewart looked nonplussed. His only brother had married years before. Neil had attended the wedding, meeting the bride then, and only twice afterward, for his brother had died two years after his marriage and Neil had never since laid eyes upon Peyton's wife.
Biddy, however, knew him; he was Neil's father Andy Neil, as he was called. He was known to be a lawless and ferocious man, and was very much dreaded by most of the neighbors around. Neither Nora nor Biddy, however, felt any reason to fear him and Nora said almost cheerfully: "As we are to have such a stiff row, it is just as well to have a man in the boat."
Never had Neil been more gracious or agreeable than during the interval when he was waiting for the answer to his letter. He felt sure of a favorable reply and that Bessie would be his before the June roses were in bloom, and that of itself kept him in a happy frame of mind.
There was no other way to make him believe I meant it, he was so much in earnest. He will not repeat it. He has too much honor in his nature for that. He is one of the best and noblest men I ever knew." Bessie was very earnest in her defense of Jack, and Neil grew angry at once. "Maybe you prefer him to me?" he said. "By Jove, I do not blame you if it is so.
"Not that it matters so very much, except for the air," she added; "for I cannot afford a nurse, so there is one less breath in the room. Oh, Mr. Jerrold, it is dreadful to be sick in Rome, with no friends and very little money. If Neil were here, or my remittances from England would come, it would be all right." "No nurse," Grey exclaimed. "Have you no nurse for your daughter?
They looked into each other's face, Nathaniel with all the eagerness of the passion with which Marion had stirred his soul, Neil half doubting, as if he were trying to find in this man's eyes the friendship which he had not questioned a few minutes before. "Obadiah told you nothing?" he asked again, as if still unbelieving. "Nothing." "And you have not seen Marion to talk with her?" "No."
To this he appended his signature, then handed the pen to Neil. "Sign," he requested. Neil took the pen, but hesitated for some moments, his alert brain seeking some way out. Finally and grudgingly he signed. Then he leaned back in his chair, eying Keith with rather a wintry humour, though he made no comment. He reached again for the paper, but Keith put his hand on it.
If the reader will button his right arm inside his coat and try to kick a ball with accuracy he will gain some slight idea of the difficulty which embarrassed Neil. When work was over he felt as though he had been trying, he declared, to kick left-handed.
I said; "if that's a fact and the gentleman with the scar is really one of our crowd, I seem to have dropped in for a rather promising time don't I! I knew I was up against the police, but it's a sort of cheerful surprise to find that I'm taking on the secret service as well." Tommy pulled up short. "Look here, Neil!" he said. "I don't like it; I'm hanged if I do.
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