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Perhaps it is more generous to be absent for a time " "I see that you will not doubt that you cannot doubt that in the end she loves you!" "Is it arrogance, self-love, and ignorance if I think that? Or is it knowledge? I think it, and I cannot and will not else!" They came to the wicket, and stood there a moment ere going on by the terrace to the front of the house.
Behind the wicket where the telegraph instruments kept up an incessant clicking, the agent and his assistant sat alert, coming forward now and then to answer, with the unwearying courtesy which is part of their equipment and of their training, the oft repeated question from impatient and sleepy travellers, "How is she now?"
After a while there came a break in the wall where four great posts of stone stood, and where there should have been gates. But only the ancient and rusting hinges remained of either gate or wicket. He looked up at the carved escutcheons; the moss of many centuries had softened and smothered the sculptured device, so that its form had become indistinguishable. Inside stood a stone lodge.
In appearance he was on the short side, and thin. He was in the Sixth, and a conscientious worker. Indeed, he was only saved from being considered a swot, to use the vernacular, by the fact that from childhood's earliest hour he had been in the habit of keeping wicket like an angel. To a good wicket-keeper much may be forgiven. He handed Gethryn an envelope. 'Letter, Bishop, he said.
Out at the back door! The wicket in the wall is open. Keep on through the hollow and you will find the boat ready. Do not wait for me. I have my own life arranged for. Do not fear for me!" He hustled them out with a haste which left them no time for explanation. The men who were hastening across the causeway had less than a mile to run.
There is an ill-concealed restiveness about his movements, as he watches the batsmen getting set, that betrays an overwrought spirit. Then of a sudden one of them plays a ball on to his pad. ''s that? asks the bowler, with an overdone carelessness. 'Clean out. Now I'm in, and already he is rushing up the middle of the pitch to take possession. When he gets to the wicket a short argument ensues.
After him they silently slunk in, and followed by stealth up four flights, and saw him tap at a poor wicket, which was opened by an aged woman, meanly clad. Suspicion was now ripened into certainty. The informers had secured their victim. They had him in their toils. Accusation was formally preferred, and retribution most signal was looked for. Mr.
A boy ran on the field with a telegram for him. "I bet that means he has got to join his regiment," said Gordon, "and it also means we are going to fight." Lovelace shoved the telegram into his pocket, and went on batting just as if nothing had happened, just as if he did not realise that this was his last innings for a very long time. He hit all round the wicket.
What's the satisfaction of taking a man's wicket when you want his spoons? Still, if you can bowl a bit your low cunning won't get rusty, and always looking for the weak spot's just the kind of mental exercise one wants. Yes, perhaps there's some affinity between the two things after all.
Duras; but instead of entering it, she passed round one of its angles, and opening a wicket by means of a key which she had about her, gained access to the gardens in the rear of the mansion.
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