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They are more conversant with cycling affairs than myself, and, having heard of my tour, have been on the lookout, expecting I would pass this way. At Kearney Junction the roads are excellent, and everything is satisfactory; but an hour's ride east of that city I am shocked at the gross misconduct of a vigorous and vociferous young mule who is confined alone in a pasture, presumably to be weaned.
Like you had one for the best." "That's an idea, Low. What about painting it?" "Oh, I will, sir!" But he did not mention the new record to Mabel. The other end of the daily bicycle ride, the Tidborough end, provided no feats of cycling interest.
"Oh, one must be healthy if one wants to be happy. But what I wish to convey is that those who learn to avoid stones and to turn properly along the highways will know how to overcome difficulties, and take the best decisions in after life. The whole of education lies in knowledge and energy." "So women are to be emancipated by cycling?" "Well, why not?
"I am," said Hoopdriver as calmly as possible, pulling at the insufficient moustache. "I'm going for a Cycling Tour. Along the South Coast." "Well, all I hope, Mr. Hoopdriver, is that you'll get fine weather," said Miss Howe. "And not come any nasty croppers." "And done forget some tinscher of arnica in yer bag," said the junior apprentice in the very high collar. "You stow it," said Mr.
He saw quite clearly the gift required caution and watchfulness in its exercise, but so far as he could judge the difficulties attending its mastery would be no greater than those he had already faced in the study of cycling.
Have you any idea where he was seen last? 'Harrison in my House says he saw him at about three o'clock. 'Ah! 'According to Harrison, he was walking in the direction of Stapleton. 'Ah. Well, it is satisfactory to know even as little as that. 'Just so. But Mace he is in my House, too declares that he saw Thomson at about the same time cycling in the direction of Badgwick.
On the previous day she had gone with Pierre and Antoine on a cycling excursion over frightful roads in the direction of Montmorency, whence they had returned in a state of mingled anger and delight. When Guillaume stopped her in the little garden, he found her humming a song while returning bare-armed from the scullery, where some washing was going on. "Do you want to speak to me?" she asked.
Rama was not who he said he was. He was not one of twelve fully enlightened souls on the planet. He was an ordinary man, he was vulnerable, and I wanted to believe he was my friend. After about thirty minutes, Rama awoke. He lifted his quivering hands above his head. "Did you *see* that?" he asked. "See what, Rama?" "I am filling the room with light. The powers are cycling through me.
"Poor Kitty." "The last three times I paid calls in Harmouth," said poor Kitty, "I sported a cycling skirt, the blousiest of blouses, and a tam-o'shanter over my left ear. Of course everybody was in. So I thought if I went like this brand new frock swagger hat white gloves that everybody would be out." "And were they?" "No. Just like my luck they were all all in!"
Not long ago, Miss Bride's opinion of Langtoft would have been quite different. Now, she was disposed to say things that Dyce Lashmar liked to hear. Dyce had remarked the change in her; it flattered him, but caused him at the same time some uneasiness. Inevitably, they passed much time together. On the journey from London, Constance had asked him whether he would not like to begin cycling.
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