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"Oh," said Cusack, not quite as defiantly, however, as he could have wished, "that's a song we sing among ourselves, isn't it, you fellows?" "Ah!" said Riddell, before "the fellows" could chime in, "it's good fun belonging to a musical set especially for songs like this, that appear to have several tunes all sung at once! You should give a concert." The boys looked more perplexed than ever.
If I hadn't found out about it from Parson and Telson, who saw the three of them coming out, I shouldn't have known it till now." Bloomfield's face brightened. "Then you found it out quite independently?" asked he. "To be sure." "All right. Then the best thing you can do is to report him for it at once." "What?" exclaimed Riddell, aghast, "report him?" "Yes.
Johnson made preparations for her departure, saying that her services were now scarcely needed, and that she needed rest; Mrs. Riddell at first tried hard to induce her to remain, but when she looked at the pale thin face, and thought how many weary nights the lady had voluntarily sat up with the raving child, she ceased to urge the request, and at once set out for a mercenary to replace her.
"It's hard lines, for I expect it won't be easy to get our men up to the mark again after they are once run down." "We can't help that," said Riddell. "It's the least we can do." "Of course. But I don't see, Riddell, old man, that we are bound to hang down our heads over this business. Whoever did it did as mean a trick to us as ever he did to them.
"Then," said Fairbairn, hotly, "you may be a fool, but I won't be such a big one as to let you stay in the boat another day!" Gilks glared a moment at the speaker. Evidently it would be no use to argue or plead further; and, smarting with rage and humiliation, none the less keen that Riddell had been present and heard all, he turned away. "You'll be sorry for this, you two," he growled. "Humbugs!"
But they might have spared themselves their agitation, for Riddell had it all but a catch before the shiver was over, and had returned it to Fairbairn at the wickets promptly enough to make the Rockshire man feel he had had a narrow escape of a run-out.
It was more like the talk of two friends who had just met after a long separation, than of two schoolfellows who had sat shoulder to shoulder in the same class-room for weeks. Bloomfield confided all his troubles, and failures, and disappointments, and Riddell confessed his mistakes, and discouragements, and anxieties.
Riddell had often had it pressed upon him. Yes, and now, with a shock that was almost sickening, he recollected that he had had it in his hand that very night before the boat-race. And with the thought there rushed in upon him the whole memory of that evening.
W. H. Cooke, who was the author of the chapters describing the experiences of a young barrister. By-and-by, as I extended my connection with magazine work, I was brought into contact with Mrs. Riddell, the gifted writer of that admirable novel "George Geith," and of other stories of equal merit. Mrs. Riddell was the editor and proprietor of the St.
One of his wives, Elizabeth Macgill, was the daughter of the Laird of Cranstoun Riddell, and one of her family was a member of the Privy Council. From Elizabeth Logan was divorced; she was, apparently, the mother of his eldest son, Robert. By the marriage of an ancestor of Logan’s with an heiress of the family of Hume, he acquired the fortress and lands of Fastcastle, near St.
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