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However, to his officers and crew he kept up the same cheerful aspect as he had done all along. "By-the-by, I never told you how I came to be playing Robinson Crusoe and his man Friday on yonder barren rock," observed Saint Maur, as he and his uncle paced together the deck of the Empress.
Erme, for with all her sincerity, she could not bear the idea of his discovering the part she was playing, at the very time she was holding such conversations on serious subjects. The true history of her present conduct was that she could not endure to be known as the rejected and forsaken of Mr.
Craigie and Mrs. MacNaughton were playing their weekly game of chess. On the other side Raeburn had his usual Sunday evening recreation, his microscope. Erica knelt beside him, her auburn head close to his white one as they arranged their specimens or consulted books of reference.
There was no use in his playing lover any longer he had no desire to do so for even he now so clearly recognized the mercenary spirit which might have brought her to his arms, that such manhood as he had revolted at it.
"No, I will tell you a story." So her voice went on and on in the summer quiet insects buzzed faintly, playing the song of the day. Bees bumbled among the flowers and flew past, laden. The boy's eyes followed them. The shadow of a crow's wing dropped on the grass and drifted by. The summer day held itself and Miss Stone's voice wove a dream through it.
He endeavoured to keep his eyes away from his daughter as much as possible, and to divert his ears from their conversation; but he could not but look and he could not but listen. Not that he really heard a sentence. Emily's voice hardly reached him, and Lopez understood the game he was playing much too well to allow his voice to travel.
"You'll pull through this all right, and You need never have gone to such lengths. If you'd come to me " The ghost of a sardonic smile flitted, incongruously, across the dying man's waxen, cherubic features. "Oh, hell," he said; "you wouldn't understand. Perhaps you weren't born with the right crook in your nature, or the wrong one. Perhaps it's because you can't see the fun in playing the game.
His interest in the game was great, and he was always ready to give as much time as was needed to the coaching of the Princeton teams. His hard, efficient work developed remarkable kickers. He loved the game and was a cheerful, encouraging and sympathetic coach. From a man of his day I have learned something about his playing, and together we can read of this great all-round athlete.
"Look here," he said, "for myself it doesn't matter you know that but what game are you playing? I don't know much about your life, of course, before those few days, but on your own showing you were out for big things. Are you known here? Is it anything anything against the law, this business you're on? I don't care for myself you know that. It's Katharine I'm thinking of."
At the parsonage of Blaesheim we were warmly welcomed by friends, and in their pretty garden found a group of ladies and gentlemen playing at croquet, among them two nice-looking girls wearing the Alsatian coiffe that enormous construction of black ribbon just mentioned.
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