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Waldron away the two appeared to have made but halting progress towards friendship. With all her outspoken pluck at school and at home, Miss Travers was strangely ill at ease and embarrassed now. Mr. Hayne was the first to gain self-control and to endeavor to bring the conversation back to a natural channel. It was a struggle; but he had grown accustomed to struggles.
The floor's a bit damp and cold to sit on, and I want a drink damn bad!" Flint swung about and faced him, pale and shaking, tortured with fear and with longing for his dope. "You you don't think it will be long, eh, do you?" he demanded. "Not long before we're taken out?" Waldron shrugged his shoulders and blew a long, thin arrow of smoke athwart the brightly-lighted air.
"Did she like the captain?" suggested Bashwood the younger, with another laugh. "According to her own account of it, she adored him. How it might have ended we needn't trouble ourselves to inquire Mr. Waldron himself brought matters to a crisis. Whether he got wind of the clandestine correspondence or not, doesn't appear.
Jordan," Waldron said, shaking hands beside the car, "more than I can say to you. You have done me a greater kindness than you know. Good-night to you all!" He went away with Julius without a glance behind after the salute of his lifted hat, which included everybody. By some common impulse the rest of the party all looked after the two as they walked away toward the station door.
"You're not terribly guilty, Waldron. You acted inconsiderably. Irritatingly, perhaps, and not wholly like a gentleman for which, blame the rotten Scotch they will persist in selling, out there at Longmeadow. But even that's not fatal. Many men have done worse and been forgiven. I'll have a talk with Catherine, inside a day or two, when the psychological moment offers.
Two squaws came at evening and begged lodging in the palisaded house of Major Waldron. At night, when all was still, they opened the gates and let in their savage countrymen. Waldron was eighty years old.
Still wondering inwardly, Bashwood the younger recovered himself, and went on. "You always were, and you always will be, behind the age," he said. "When we come to the trial, I can tell you as much about it as you need know. In the meantime, we must go back to the baroness and Mr. Waldron.
Royce one evening as they were stamping off the snow and removing their heavy wraps in Rayner's hall-way after a series of garrison calls, "Mrs. Waldron says she expects you to play for her to-morrow afternoon, Miss Travers. Of course it will be my luck to be at stables." "You hear better music every afternoon than I can give you, Mr. Royce." "Where, pray?" asked Mrs.
I see you know just what I'm after a little pamphlet well illustrated." "The objection is that Estelle Waldron would do it a thousand times better than I can. She has a more modern outlook and a more modern touch. I feel confident that with me to supply the matter, she would produce a much more attractive and readable work." Raymond considered. "I suppose she would. I hadn't thought of her."
"There are more important things than doing a hundred in eleven seconds or even time, either, for that matter." "You won't chuck football, anyway? You'll be fast enough for outside right for year's yet if you watch yourself." "Damned easy to say 'watch yourself. Yes, I shall play footer a bit longer if they want me, I suppose." Arthur Waldron dropped in a few minutes later.
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