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"Exactly," said Daintree, "but when I say that my wife brings up the Angel in the Shell Hole part of the story and says that a great romance is its own reward." "I don't know what to advise," I said. "I didn't think you would," said Daintree, "though my wife insisted that you'd be able to suggest something. But you can tell me what you think of the story.
Daintree, who was playing instead of Tony, switched it across to Charteris. Charteris dodged the half who was marking him, and ran. Heeling and passing in one's own twenty-five is like smoking an excellent practice if indulged in in moderation. On this occasion it answered perfectly. Charteris ran to the half-way line, and handed the ball on to the Babe.
Daintree, I mean, did ask him last night, and he would not promise to do anything." The stranger suddenly left her side and walked up the church by himself into the chancel.
"Put me down at this corner, Beatrice; I don't want to drive up to the vicarage. Good-bye." "Good-bye, Vera and and you won't mind my saying it but I like you so much." Vera smiled, and, with a kiss, the girls parted; and Mrs. Daintree never heard after all the story of her sister's early visit to Tripton, for she returned so soon that she had not yet been missed.
Equipment, rifles and all the rest of it lying about, as well as other things pretty ghastly things." "You needn't go into details," I said. "I can guess." "I'm only telling you this," said Daintree, "because all the stuff lying about seems to have interested Simcox. It's odd the feelings men have at these times. Simcox says the thing he chiefly wanted to do was to tidy up.
Daintree?" she continues, whilst her deft fingers wind the trailing greenery round and round the glass stem of the vase. "Shall I go down to the village school and sit at the feet of Mr. Dee? I have no doubt he could teach me a great many things I know nothing about."
"My wife thought of that," said Daintree, "but Simcox didn't seem to take to the idea. He said the photo was too sacred a thing to be reproduced in a paper. My own idea is that he was afraid of any kind of publicity. You see, the other fellow might turn up the fellow who really had a right to the girl." "How the deuce did he propose to find her?" "I don't know.
Women will be hard enough on Vera through her life men, never. "You have great gifts and great temptations, my child," he says, solemnly. "I pray that I may be enabled to do my duty to you. Do not say you do not like good men, Vera, it pains me to hear you say it." "I like one good man, and his name is Eustace Daintree!" she answers, softly; "is not that a hopeful sign?"
Couldn't help it. The world's full of girls." "I don't know what he meant," said Daintree, "but my wife sympathized with him and seemed to think he'd pull it off in the end. At first he was a bit shy of letting her see the photo; but when he saw she was as sympathetic as all that he showed it to her. Well, the moment she saw it, she felt that she knew the face."
But Eliot made no attempt to take the outheld hand. He did not appear to see it, and Mrs. Hilyard let it drop slowly down again on to her lap. "Forgotten Cara Daintree?" he said lightly. "Is it likely I should?" "Cara Hilyard, now." She corrected him a shade nervously. "Oh, yes. Hilyard, isn't it? Of course." His glance flashed over her face, searching and cold as a hawk's.
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