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"Yes, we have met," Nehal Singh answered, and passed on. If any hesitation showed itself in his manner, it was before Lois Caruthers. A swift shade of puzzled surprise clouded his features. "You have been a long time in India?" he asked, after the first words of introduction. The question sounded as though he merely sought her affirmation to something he already knew.
Strong, "and I shall never forget those lovely walks at night and the feel of the soft, mossy grass under our feet. Mr. Caruthers was a clever, interesting man. His Samoan wife would sit by sewing, and his children would study their lessons in the other room while we sat on his veranda and had long talks.
She felt that the field of her affections was growing more and more circumscribed every day, but once more she frowned down her relatives and renewed her betrothal. Shortly before the time set for the nuptials another disaster occurred. There was but one man scalped by the Owens River Indians last year. That man was Williamson Breckinridge Caruthers of New Jersey.
Hazelton invited them in second hall to supper in the games study; the gramophone played rag-time choruses. Gordon sang all of them. Everyone was gloriously, unutterably happy. Meredith sent a wire: "Well done, House: now for the Two Cock." In the dormitory Hazelton was talking over the match. "By Jove, when that side is the Three Cock, we shall win by fifty points. Lord, I do envy you, Caruthers!
"Ah, does Mr Macdonald allow you to use this?" In the really dramatic moments of our lives it is always the inane that first suggests itself. It was so likely that Macdonald would have given them permission. "No, sir." "Er, Davenport, are you preparing er yes, Thucydides with Caruthers, too?" "No, sir." Davenport thanked heaven that he had a headache.
Caruthers was a tall, handsome man, with dark reddish hair, turning below the temples into gray; his mustache was quite white, and his eyes and face showed the signs of either dissipation or of great trouble, or of both. But even in the formless dressing-gown he had the look and the confident bearing of a gentleman, or, at least, of the man of the world.
Caruthers was standing by the mantel over the empty fireplace, wrapped in a long, loose dressing-gown which he was tying around him as Van Bibber entered. He was partly undressed, and had been just on the point of getting into bed. Mr.
"Yes; but, damn it all, it is a bit thick," said Lovelace. "And a tick like Burgoyne to boot." As they were changing, a fag from Buller's made a nervous entry; he looked very lost, but finally summoned up enough courage to ask Davenport if he knew where Caruthers was. "Yonder, sirrah, lurking behind the piano." The fag came up. "Oh I say er Caruthers.
Flanders, Mr. Patterson, Mr. Drysdale, and Mr. Caruthers; also, let me know whether any of those gentlemen had made any loan from the bank during that year, and if so, the amount, date, etc., and whether a note was given, or security of any kind." Mr.
"I'm going to get off on that ten-thirty to-night if I have to break my other arm to do it. I don't know that I'd be much more helpless than I am now if I did. Curious, Johnny, how many things there are a man can't do with one hand." "I should say you could do more with that left hand of yours than most folks can with both," declared young Caruthers, honest admiration in his eye.
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