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Forbes shook his head. "Marsham's got a lot of devil in him somewhere. I shouldn't wonder if this made him set his teeth." Lankester opened the door of the ugly yet luxurious room which had been assigned him.
She was his senior by five years, and their first acquaintance had been one of boy-adoration on his side and a charming elder-sisterliness on hers. Then he had declared himself, and she had refused him in order to marry Henry Marsham and Henry Marsham's fortune. It seemed to him then that he would soon forget her soon find a warmer and more generous heart. But that was mere ignorance of himself.
How is he getting on?" Robins was the new head gardener, appointed on Marsham's recommendation. "Excellently." Diana had also risen. "I will get my hat." He opened the door for her. Hang those people outside! But for them she would have been already in his arms. Left to himself, he walked to and fro, restless and smiling. No more self-repression no more politic delay!
I was then enamoured of Sir John Marsham's Canon Chronicus; an elaborate work, of whose merits and defects I was not yet qualified to judge. According to his specious, though narrow plan, I settled my hero about the time of Solomon, in the tenth century before the Christian era.
If he could escape that one ball, the odds were that Mr. Hill would make the runs next over. Mr. Pauncefote had told Mr. Stewart to keep his bat immovable in the block-hole, but he did not. Cobden scattered his bails to the breezes, 'and smash went Mr. Charles Marsham's umbrella against the pavilion brickwork. Cambridge had won by two.
He acquiesced, and it was arranged that he should go up to town the following day, Sunday see Lady Lucy and return on the Monday. Then he rode away, waving his hand through the darkness. Marsham's horse carried him swiftly through country roads, where the moon made magic, and peace reigned. But the mind of the rider groped in confusion and despair, seeing no way out.
For Marsham's staying powers, naturally, were the greater. He summoned finally all his nerve and all his knowledge. The air of the carpet-knight with which he had opened battle disappeared; he fought seriously and for victory. And suddenly Diana laughed a little hysterically and gave in. He had carried her into regions of history and politics where she could not follow.
Charles Marsham's face wore a look that his friends know well. Mr. Butler came in; he scored well in the first innings, and he could hit. Then came a bye. Four to get and three wickets to fall. Mr. Hill hit the next square, good for a 4, but Mr. Bourne got at it, and only a single was run. Three to get and three wickets to fall. We did not get them! Mr.
A letter from Lady Lucy, in reply to an inquiry, had brought him down. Oliver had received him with few words indeed, with an evident distaste for words; but at the end of the first day's visit had asked him abruptly, peremptorily even, to come again. When he entered Marsham's room he found the invalid asleep under the influence of morphia.
Bobbie Forbes standing beside him was dwarfed to insignificance, and he seemed to be conscious of it, for he rose on his toes a little, involuntarily copying Marsham's attitude, and looking up at him. As the shooters departed, Forbes bringing up the rear, Lady Niton laid her wrinkled hand on his arm. "Never mind, Bobbie, never mind!" she smiled at him confidentially. "We can't all be six foot."
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