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"Well?" said Ripton, "and how about that young farmer fellow?" The hero's head was again contemplating the starry branches. His lieutenant's question came to him after an interval. "Young Tom? Why, it's young Torn Blaize son of our old enemy, Rip! I like the old man now. Oh! I saw nothing of the fellow." "Lord!" cried Ripton, "are we going to get into a mess with Blaizes again? I don't like that!"
No horse knew better than Pepper when he was being admired, and he arched his neck and lifted his feet and danced in the sheer exhilaration of it. A smooth-faced, red-cheeked gentleman in gray flannels leaned over the balustrade and made audible comments in a penetrating voice which betrayed the fact that he was Mr. Humphrey Crewe. "Saw him on the street in Ripton last year.
"It would be different with me," quoth Ripton. "How?" asked the hero. "Because I'm worse than you," was all the logical explanation Ripton was capable of. "I do hope you will go home soon," he added. "Yes," said Richard, "and I, so do I hope so. But I've work to do now. I dare not, I cannot, leave it. Lucy would be the last to ask me; you saw her letter yesterday. Now listen to me, Rip.
They drove through the yellow sunlight to Ripton, with lingering looks at the hills which brought back memories of boys and sorrows, and in Hanover Street bade good-by to Hilary Vane. A new and strange contentment shone in his face as he took Victoria's hands in his, and they sat with him until Euphrasia came.
Eventually Austen went back and graduated not summa cum laude, honesty compels me to add. Then came the inevitable discussion, and to please his father he went to the Harvard Law School for two years. At the end of that time, instead of returning to Ripton, a letter had come from him with the postmark of a Western State, where he had fled with a classmate who owned ranch.
Ergo, Barry is better worth playing for the team than Rand-Brown. "All right, then," replied Trevor. "There can't be any harm in trying him. We'll have another scratch game on Thursday. "Oh, yes. I'm stopping till Saturday." "Good man. Then we shall be able to see how he does against you. I wish you hadn't left, though, by Jove. We should have had Ripton on toast, the same as last term."
"Bother that old Blaize!" exclaimed Ripton, taking off his cap to wipe his frenzied forehead, and brought down his friend's reproof. "Never mind old Blaize now. Talk about letting it out! Look at you. I'm ashamed of you. You talk about Robin Hood and King Richard! Why, you haven't an atom of courage. Why, you let it out every second of the day.
"You don't object to my listening to criticism of you?" "Not by Humphrey Crewe," laughed Mr. Flint. Early suppers instead of dinners were the rule at Leith on the evening of the historic day, and the candidate himself, in his red Leviathan, was not inconsiderably annoyed, on the way to Ripton, by innumerable carryalls and traps filled with brightly gowned recruits of that organization of Mrs.
"You don't object to my listening to criticism of you?" "Not by Humphrey Crewe," laughed Mr. Flint. Early suppers instead of dinners were the rule at Leith on the evening of the historic day, and the candidate himself, in his red Leviathan, was not inconsiderably annoyed, on the way to Ripton, by innumerable carryalls and traps filled with brightly gowned recruits of that organization of Mrs.
The Honourable Adam screwed up his face and pulled his goatee thoughtfully. "What are you trying to get at, Hilary," he inquired, sending for me to meet you out here in the woods in this curious way? If you wanted to see me, why didn't you get me to go down to Ripton, or come up and sit on my porch? You've been there before."
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