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Fred did not have the satisfaction of seeing his eleven beat Cambridge, but there had not been such a close finish in a 'Varsity match for nearly twenty years, and Nina said the excitement was really painful. "I was quite glad when it was over," she wrote to me. "Mother never spoke for quite half-an-hour, and Mr. Bradfield nearly ruined his hat by constantly taking it off and putting it on again.
Miss Maria again paused thoughtfully, while her father burnt his fingers on the stove for the last time, and took them definitively away. "I don't say but what he talked well enough, as far forth as talkin' goes; Mr. Goodlow said at the door't he didn't know's he ever passed many such evenin's since he'd been in South Bradfield, and I d'know as I have.
She added, with an air of being the wreck of her former self, "But we all know what becomes of beauty after marriage." The mind of Lydia's friends had been expressed in regard to her marriage, when the Stanifords, upon their arrival home from Europe, paid a visit to South Bradfield.
I couldn't discourage our men, for I fancied it might have spoiled your game. I heard that last night they had lost touch with you in Bradfield, so I rather expected to see you here today. Efficient body of men the Scottish police. 'Especially when they have various enthusiastic amateur helpers. 'So? he said. 'Yes, of course. They would have.
He's frightfully cut up about it all. Swears he'll hunt down the murderer sooner or later " "Von Eckhardt? Is he here?" I ejaculated. "Yes. D'you know him? An awfully decent chap, for a German; though he's always spouting Shakespeare, and thinks me an ass, I know, because I tell him I've never read a line of him, not since I left Bradfield, anyhow.
"Played for the London Scottish in their opening match last week, and was on the ball from whistle to whistle. Not so quick on a sprint you find that yourself, Munro, eh what? but a good hard-working bullocky forward. Last match I shall have for many a day, for I am off to South America next week." "You have given up Bradfield altogether then?" "Too provincial, my boy!
S.M. Bradfield was another splendid fellow who lost his life the result of frost bite on Gallipoli. Corporal "One 'wo" was a physical instructor in civil life, and no one could twist one better at "jerks" than he could. Then there was the one and only Jock Lumsden.
I asked, as we pushed our way through the crowd, "are there so few other doctors?" "Few!" he roared. "By Crums, the streets are blocked with them. You couldn't fall out of a window in this town without killing a doctor. But of all the well, there, you'll see them for yourself. You walked to my house at Avonmouth, Munro. I don't let my friends walk to my house at Bradfield eh, what?"
When she came to South Bradfield, she won the hearts of the simple family, which had been rather hardened against her, and she professed an enthusiasm for Lydia.
There was no date and no address, but the postmark was Bradfield in the north of England. Does it mean nothing? Or may it mean everything? We must wait and see. Good-bye, old man. Let me hear equally fully about your own affairs. How did the Rattray business go off?
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