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At Eton I used to have to field out at the nets till the soles of my boots wore through. I suppose you are a blood at the game? Play for the school against Loamshire, and so on." "I'm not going to play here, at any rate," said Mike. He had made up his mind on this point in the train. There is a certain fascination about making the very worst of a bad job.
That rich undulating district of Loamshire to which Hayslope belonged lies close to a grim outskirt of Stonyshire, overlooked by its barren hills as a pretty blooming sister may sometimes be seen linked in the arm of a rugged, tall, swarthy brother; and in two or three hours' ride the traveller might exchange a bleak treeless region, intersected by lines of cold grey stone, for one where his road wound under the shelter of woods, or up swelling hills, muffled with hedgerows and long meadow-grass and thick corn; and where at every turn he came upon some fine old country-seat nestled in the valley or crowning the slope, some homestead with its long length of barn and its cluster of golden ricks, some grey steeple looking out from a pretty confusion of trees and thatch and dark-red tiles.
She could see that at a glance remembered so clearly noticing the same heading on the cheque which he had given her towards her trousseau the Watchester and Loamshire Bank. She held out to Tony the two pieces of paper the sheet of scribbled signatures and the blank cheque. "Tony," she said, her voice cracking a little. "What what are these?" The tense, vibrating horror in her tones roused him.
Now his real life was beginning; now he would have room and opportunity for action, and he would use them. He would show the Loamshire people what a fine country gentleman was; he would not exchange that career for any other under the sun.
I have often thought so when, in foreign countries, where the fields and woods have looked to me like our English Loamshire the rich land tilled with just as much care, the woods rolling down the gentle slopes to the green meadows I have come on something by the roadside which has reminded me that I am not in Loamshire: an image of a great agony the agony of the Cross.
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