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So it was settled and together in the sitting-room where Mrs. Pinking made them a little lunch again they debated the immediate future. It was three weeks before George's examination was due. Again he declared himself confident that, when actually he had passed, his uncle would not refuse the 400 pounds which meant the world to them which meant the tight little practice at Runnygate.

He knew for a fact, he told her, that his uncle had not expended upon his education much more than half the money left him for the purpose. He was convinced that by hook or by crook he could obtain the 400 pounds that would buy him the practice at Runnygate of which the Dean had told him.

Franklyn prodded for another slice of bacon. "You can't, old chap," he remarked. "That's filled." George shouted: "Filled! What do you mean?" "Why, taken gone. Simpson's got it ten days ago." An icy chill smote my poor George. After the dreadful loss of Runnygate everything had depended upon this appointment with its salary considerably above the average. "Simpson! Simmy got it!" he shouted.

By gum, what a splash for the Daily!" And upon this fine thought the young man stood with sparkling eyes. George timidly touched the castles he had been building: "Bill, where do I where do Mary and I come in?" Bill clapped his hands together. "Why, my good old buck, don't you see?-don't you realise?-you get this L500. Just do you, eh?" "Runnygate!"

Had he never undertaken it, had he continued instead to entreat and implore, there was always the chance that his uncle would have relented and advanced the money sufficient for Runnygate.

George, rising and making for the door, could only shake his head. There was something at his throat that forbade speech. Runnygate and all that Runnygate meant the dear little home, the tight little practice, the tremendous future was a bitter picture now that it was so utterly lost; now that even this place in Yorkshire was also gone. He shook his head. "Great pity!" the Dean told him.

In a great whirling shower he flung the blossoms about her; then took her in his arms. "Runnygate, Mary! Darling old girl, Runnygate!" He kissed his Mary. Last Shots from the Bridge. If you had patience for another peep from the bridge that I can build, you might catch a glimpse or so.

The Dean waved a hand that asked silence; consulted the letter. "This is from a man in practice at a place called Runnygate one of these rising seaside resorts Hampshire great friend of mine. He's got money, and he's going to chuck it doesn't suit his wife. I told him I'd find a purchaser if he would leave it with me. Merely nominal only 400 pounds.

They would have a little house there the town would thrive the practice would nourish in a year why, in a year they would likely enough have to be thinking of getting a partner! And it would begin almost immediately! In three weeks the examination would be held. He could not fail to pass then for the 400 pounds and Runnygate!

Then we'll peg along up in the North; and we'll look out for whatever turns up, and we'll save, and in time we'll buy a practice just like Runnygate." Now he sat beside his Mary again; with a tremendous brush painted in more details of this entrancing picture. Every doubt, every difficulty he threw to tomorrow that glad sea in which youth casts its every trouble.