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"If you don't clear out of my study I'll report you to the Doctor, that's what I'll do," growled Loman. There was no use staying, evidently; and Wraysford returned dejectedly to Oliver. "He won't fight," he announced. "Not fight!" exclaimed Oliver. "Why ever not?" "I suppose because he's a coward. He says because he doesn't choose." "But he must fight, Wray. We must make him!" "You can't.
Several months went by and John Steele saw nothing further, although he heard often, of Miss Jocelyn Wray. His business to the continent, whatever its nature, had seemed sufficiently important to authorize from him to her, in due process of time, a short perfunctory message regretting his inability to present himself at the appointed hour at Strathorn House.
As matters stand, Sir Charles no doubt thinks still that you would make a desirable parti for his niece. His wife, Lady Wray, unquestionably shares that opinion. Their combined influence might in time prevail, and Jocelyn Wray yield to their united wishes. This misfortune," with cutting deadliness of tone, "it is obvious must be averted.
It was partly on this account that we did not discourage Tommy Gregg who had been hanging, presumably with his mother's connivance, around the old Wray house all day from reporting to us as we were sitting on the front doorstep in the twilight. Mrs. Peter Jones and Amelia Powers had run over, and were sitting there with Louisa and me.
"Oh, I don't know about that!" quickly. "Test of friendship, indeed!" Captain Forsythe looked slightly embarrassed beneath the keen searching eyes. "Don't think of it, or Besides," brightening, "I had to come; telegram from Miss Wray, don't you know." "Miss Wray!" Steele's hand fell suddenly to his side; he looked with abrupt, swift inquiry at the other. Captain Forsythe bit his lips.
"Why don't you go and ask the Doctor?" said Wraysford, laughing; "he'd be delighted to tell you." "What a humbug you are, Wray! I say, suppose we shut up work now and have a turn on the river. I'm certain it will do us more good than cracking our skulls here." "Just what I had been thinking. I'm game, and it can't make much difference." "I suppose Loman is grinding up to the last?"
The first letter, from its allusion to the Westminster Scrutiny, must have been written in the year 1784, Mr. Fox having gained his great victory over Sir Cecil Wray on the 17th of May, and the Scrutiny having been granted on the same day. "London, June 6. "I am happy to find by your last that our apprehensions on Charles's account were useless.
Wray Street, once attained, was of an entirely different character, being lined with homes, usually humble enough outwardly, yet the throughfare was clean, and the small yards had generally an appearance of neatness in marked contrast to its surroundings. 238 was a three story brick, on the corner, the second story evidently utilized for living purposes, and the ground floor occupied as a saloon.
"Why, Wray," said another, "how jolly blue you look! Don't go and funk it, old man, or it's all UP." "Who's going to funk it?" said Oliver, impatiently, on his friend's behalf. "I tell you Wray will most likely win." "Well, as long as one of you does," said Tom Senior, with noble impartiality, "we don't care which; do we, Braddy?" "Of course not."
As Steele and his companion together with Jocelyn Wray entered, sounds of merriment and applause greeted the ear; two men in fencing array who had apparently just ended a match were the center of an animated company. "A little contest with the foils! A fencing bout! Good!" exclaimed Forsythe. Jocelyn Wray walked over to the group and Forsythe followed. "Bravo, Ronsdale!"
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