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At the very head of the Thames you have Coates, reminding one of the Celtic name for the great wood that lay along the hill; but just below, where the water begins, to flow, Kemble and Ewen, if they are Saxon, are perhaps drawn from the presence of a "spring." Cricklade may be all Celtic, or may be partly Celtic and partly Saxon. London is Celtic, as we have seen.
As for the contessas and marchesas who wrote, eagerly promising their "dearest Constance" that they would be kind to her relations, they were many; and when Ewen Hooper said nervously that it was clear he must take out both a frock-coat and dress clothes, Constance laughed and said, "Not at all!
"That's Hayes," said a sturdy young chap, brown as an Indian, lolling upon the grass. "He likes to be bossing something." "That's so, Ewen," replied a smaller man, with a fish-like face, his mouth and nose running into a single feature.
"And it's no good, father, you imagining anything else." Ewen Hooper laughed, released her, and sent her to bed. The days that followed represented the latter part of the interval between the Eights and Commemoration, before Oxford plunged once more into high festival.
Hooper, cordially, taking her hand and kissing her. "Your train must have been a little late." "Twenty minutes!" said Mrs. Hooper, who had followed her niece into the hall. "And the draughts in the station, Ewen, were something appalling." The tone was fretful. It had even a touch of indignation as though the speaker charged her husband with the draughts. Mrs.
"After all she's twenty, she'll be twenty-one directly. She may not be more than a twelvemonth with us. She need not be, as far as my functions are concerned. Let's make friends with her and make her happy." "I don't want my girls talked about, thank you, Ewen!" His wife gave an angry dig to the word "my." "Everybody says what a nice ladylike girl Alice is.
She tells me that her father always allowed her to ride alone with a groom in London and the Campagna; she will of course pay all the expenses of it out of her own income, and I see no object whatever in thwarting her. She is sure to find our life dull enough anyway, after the life she has been living." "I don't know why you should call Oxford dull, Ewen!" said Mrs. Hooper resentfully.
Paul threw himself on the ground with the other boys and added his strength to theirs in holding the cap in place. All seemed to forget the possibility of a new explosion. There was a hoarse shout from Ewen and the boys released the pulley chain while Miller slapped the regulator between the guide rods.
"Hey, Malcolm, here you are!" cried a wounded man, raising himself from his cot to the window. Malcolm Innes turned, scanned the train, then rushed across the tracks to the window and clung fast to it. It was his brother, Ewen. "Is it yourself, Ewen, and are you hurted bad?" cried the boy, all unconscious of his breaking voice and falling tears. They clung together for some little time in silence.
Ewen, grey-haired, tall and stooping; then Alice, pretty, self-conscious, provincial, and spoilt by what seemed an inherited poke; and finally a slim and stately young person in white satin, who carried her head and her long throat with a remarkable freedom and self-confidence.
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