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Their 'patching up' certainly cleared his fevered brain, for this letter was a masterly account of the whole siege and the plans just laid to bring it to an end. The style was so good, indeed, that Charles Townshend said his brother George must have been the real author, and that Wolfe, whom he dubbed 'a fiery-headed fellow, only fit for fighting, could not have done any more than sign his name.
She continued to darn therefore with unflagging energy, till suddenly a hand touched her shoulder and a man's voice spoke softly in her ear. "Hullo, little one! All alone? What has become of the fiery-headed assistant?" She flung his hand away with a violent gesture. So engrossed had she been with getting through her work that she had not heard his step upon the grass.
"Your devotion to my sex," she continued, "is flattering but far too catholic. Your return to England appears to have done what we understood to be impossible restored your wife's reason. A fiery-headed Hungarian Princess has pursued you down here, and has now gone to her room in a tantrum because you left her side for a few minutes to welcome your wife.
His personality gained him a following and fame, both in America and England, that have seldom been equalled in the sporting world. M'Loughlin was the disciple of speed. Cyclonic, dynamic energy, embodied in a fiery-headed boy, transformed tennis to a game of brawn as well as brains. America went crazy over "Red Mac," and all the rising young players sought to emulate his game.
Duke came near and laid his head against his master's shoulder, and the twilight deepened around them both. Far up the neighboring mountain a mighty engine loomed out from the gathering darkness a fiery-headed monster and with its long train of coaches crawled serpent-like around the rocky height, then vanished as it came.
Judson backed quickly out through the bar-room, drawing his prisoner backward after him; and a moment later Angels was properly electrified by the sight of Rufford, the Red Desert terror, marching sullenly down to the Crow's Nest, with a fiery-headed little man at his elbow, the little man swinging the weapon which had been made to simulate the cold muzzle of the revolver when he had pressed it into Rufford's back at the gaming-table.
"We know who you are," shouted the fiery-headed one. "You're a blanketty-blank spy! You're a government spy or a Spanish spy, and whichever you are you don't get away to-night!" David had not the faintest idea what the man meant, but he knew his self-respect was being ill-treated, and his self-respect rebelled.
"Why, it is a woman!" "Why, it is a woman!" Margaret. "How you scared me!" Kate. "I am scared enough myself. Oh! oh! oh!" "This is strange! But the fiery-headed thing? Yet it was with you, and you are harmless! But why are you here at this time of night?" "Nay, why are YOU?" "Perhaps we are on the same errand? Ah! you are his good sister, Kate!" "And you are Margaret Brandt." "Yes.
There was a general laugh at this reference to the brilliant colour of Rory's hair and face. "Never you mind Rory Ross, Tom Magee," said the fiery-headed, fiery-hearted little Highlander. "When he's wanted, ye'll not find him far away, I'se warrant ye." There was no love lost between the two men.
M'Loughlin swept Brookes and Wilding into the discard on those memorable days in 1914, when the dynamic game of the fiery-headed Californian rose to heights it had never attained previously, and he defeated both men in the Davis Cup. Less than one month later Williams, playing as only Williams can, annihilated that mighty delivery and crushed M'Loughlin in the final of the National Championship.
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