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Updated: May 14, 2025

"I say!" exclaimed Carton, as the eighth wicket fell, "I wish one of these next two chaps would hang on a bit, and give Oaks a chance of getting a few more; it must be nearly eighty up." "Thurston, you're in!" came from the scorer. The boy named was sitting by himself, on the end of a form close to the telegraph, moodily scraping up the ground with the spikes of his cricket-shoes.

Harold Avery - The Triple Alliance : Its trials and triumphs