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And you -one of our most valuable fellows -are following some of his instructions -when they don't conflict with your comfort or with your own ideas about training. Now, honestly, what do you know about training that is better than Coach Morton's information on that very important subjects" "Oh, come, now; you're a little bit too hard, Prescott," argued Purcell.
"I do about everything just as I'm told." "You admit Mr. Morton's ability, don't you?" "Yes, of course." "Then why don't you stick to every single rule that's laid down by a man who knows what he is doing? It will be better for your condition, won't it, Purcell?" "Yes, without a doubt." "And what is better for you is better for the team and for the school, isn't its"
A little to the left of these Pan's lightning swift gaze took in another group. His men! Not lounging, not conversing, but aloof from each other, lax and abject, or strung motionless! Bewildered, shocked, Pan swept his eyes back upon the strangers. "Hardman! Purcell!" he gasped, starting back as if struck. Then his mind leaped to conclusions.
Purcell sprang from her elegant lounging and bent to look at her brother's chain. "How odd that I never noticed it, Fred!" she exclaimed. "And how odd that I should wear the same!" And, shaking her châtelaine, she detached a similar affair. They were placed side by side in Mr.
"Oh, now, Purcell!" The man now hovering over the plate knew he simply had to do something. He was captain of the nine. He had caught like a Pinkerton detective all afternoon, but now something was demanded of his brain and brawn. "Strike one!" called the umpire, with voice that grated. "Good-bye!" "Strike two!" came again the umpire's rasping tones.
That Purcell foresaw this result, and deliberately used the means to achieve it, I cannot doubt. Those momentary slackenings of tense excitement are characteristic of the exalted mood and inseparable from it, and he must have known that they really go to augment its intensity.
Emilia turned her face to the mottled yellow windows. "Many sanks," repeated Mr. Pericles, after which the three continued silent for a time. At last Emilia said, bluntly, "I have come to ask you to take me to Italy." Mr. Pericles made no sign, but Sir Purcell leaned forward to her with a gaze of astonishment, almost of horror. "Will you take me?" persisted Emilia.
"Sir Justinian Barrett married a Miss Purcell, who subsequently preferred the musical accomplishments of a foreign professor of the Art." "Purcell Barrett is his name," said Adela. "Our Emilia brought him to us. Where is she? But, where can she be?" Adela rose. "She pressed my hand just now," said Lady Gosstre. "She was here when Captain Gambler quitted the room," Arabella remarked.
But everyone who knows and loves Purcell must enter a most emphatic protest against that great composer being held responsible, if ever so remotely, for the doings of the "English school." Purcell was not the founder but the splendid close of a school, and that school one of the very greatest the world has seen.
Chump had raised the hubbub about her loss, Cornelia's thoughts had been troubled by some haunting spectral relationship with money. It had helped to make her reckless in granting interviews to Purcell Barrett. "If we are poor, I am free;" and that she might then give herself to whomever she pleased, was her logical deduction.
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