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For some reason which he could not analyze it seemed entirely natural to be conversing intimately even after such a short acquaintance with Wolcott Norris. "You two fellows seem to be getting pretty chummy," said Ted Norris one afternoon when he and Neil came in and found Teeny-bits and the mining engineer engaged in conversation. "What's all the deep talk about?"
But Nan thought differently, and they sat late together last night, and 'twas a bonny story Nan wakened me to hear when she came to bed the story of a braw lover who let his secret out when the whisky was above the wit, and then fell asleep while his rival was away to woo and win his lass. Did you ever hear a like story, Mr. Campbell? "'Oh, yes, said Neil fiercely.
There has been talk of decline. Someone even said our workers are lazy and uninspired. And I thought, "Really? Go tell Neil Armstrong standing on the moon. Tell the American farmer who feeds his country and the world. Tell the men and women of Desert Storm." Moods come and go, but greatness endures. Our does.
Teeny-bits put his whole soul into this practice and at the end of the half-hour felt that he was making real headway. "You're getting it great," said Neil Durant, as they walked back to the campus together. "The coach is wonderful on helping a fellow; and you can always be sure that what he says is exactly right. When he was in college he made the All-American team two years in succession."
"I keep on feeling I shall wake up in a minute," she said, "and find out that it's all a dream." "Put it off as long as possible," said Tommy gravely. "It would be rotten for Neil to find himself back in Dartmoor before he'd finished his champagne." "I don't know when I shall get any more as it is," I said. "I've got to start work the day after tomorrow."
We're going to hold them first and then we're going to show them something they've never learned." They were commonplace words, but they came from the bottom of Neil Durant's heart and were delivered in such a manner that every member of the team gained fresh confidence and put back out of the realm of his thoughts the growing fear of defeat.
Neil was struggling with his problem, and Sydney, too, seemed to have something on his mind. When the town came once more into view around a bend in the road Sydney interrupted Neil's thoughts. "Say, Neil, I've got a a confession to make." His cheeks were very red and he looked extremely embarrassed. Neil viewed him in surprise. "A confession? You haven't murdered the Dean, have you?" "No.
Christina was not concerned about the family honour, but she was very much disturbed over Ellen. And then it was a heartbreaking thing to lose Bruce, too. He had always seemed like a brother, and it was almost as bad as if Neil or Sandy should become estranged. Poor Ellen was striving hard to hide her hurt, and made heroic efforts to explain Bruce's changed manners.
I saw it was no good trying to deceive her. "I didn't know," I said simply; "I followed George here." "What have they done to you?" she moaned. "What have they done to you, my Neil? And your hands oh, your poor dear hands!" She burst out crying, and bending down pressed her face against my fingers. "Don't, Joyce," I said, a little roughly. "For God's sake don't do that."
There was a tremor in her voice which made Neil tighten the clasp of his arm around her, while he bent his head so low that his hair touched her forehead, as he exclaimed: "Ashamed of you, Bessie! Never! How could I be ashamed of the dearest, sweetest little cousin a man ever had? I tell you I am the victim of circumstances!"
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