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It was all he could do to stand off Farley until he recovered his wits enough to dodge once more. Yet, all the while, Darrin was watching his chance. "This isn't a sprint!" yelled Farley, in high disgust. "Come back here!" Dave did come back. Wheeling suddenly, he struck his right arm up under Farley's now loose guard. In the same fraction of a second Dave let fly with his left. Smack!
Any midshipman who had glanced toward the chair would have discovered that the occupant of the class chair was rapping hard with his gavel, though no sound of it was heard above the tumult. Presently, however, Farley's antics produced their effect. The noise gradually lessened. "Mr. President!" essayed Farley once more. "Mr. Farley has the floor!" shouted the class president hoarsely. "Mr.
She would still love me if she were ten times Vincent Farley's wife!" he said, over and over to himself; the words were on his lips when he fell asleep, and they were still ringing in his ears the next morning at dawn-break when he rose and made ready to go to ride with her.
A bullet had grazed the side of her head. At sight of the blood trickling down on her cheek Lennon felt an almost irresistible impulse to run over and draw her out of danger. But the angle of the girl's rifle barrel told him that the fight was rapidly coming back up the valley. He sprang to Farley's window.
They'd tied a tin-kettle to the brute's tail, and were doing their best to drown him. There's a pond just beyond Mrs. Farley's cottage, you know, and into that pond they'd pelted the puppy, and wouldn't let him get out of it. As fast as the poor little brute scrambled up the muddy bank they drove him back into the water."
Duxbury Farley's side issues had been a real estate boom for Paradise Valley proper. South Tredegar being prosperous, the time had seemed propitious for the engrafting of the country-house idea.
"Of course, it can be arranged, with Mr. Farley's consent to our anticipating the maturity of his notes. But" with a genial smile and a glance over his eye-glasses "I'm not sure that we care to part with it. Perhaps some of us would like to hold it and bid it in." Tom's smile matched the genial expansiveness of the president's. "I reckon you don't want it, Mr. Henniker.
You know the missis feels just as if she knew you, after I told her about them hard times we had at Farley's boarding-house, so I feel that it's paid me to come to New York, even if I didn't book anything but 'East Lynne' and 'Uncle Tom's Cabin'." Rising and moving towards the door, he added: "Now, I'm goin'. Don't forget Gallipolis's the name, and sometimes the mail does get there.
Nor was he kept long guessing, for Dave had slipped around on the blind side of his opponent. "Confound you! Can't you stand up and fight square?" demanded Farley harshly. Dave flushed, this time. Dodging two of Farley's blows he next moved as though about to retreat. Instead, however, Darrin leaped up and forward. Pound! Dave's hard left fist landed crushingly near the point of Farley's jaw.
Clair's type could do it, because they had no innate refinement of feeling, but she could not, and, in her saner moments, when she thought of what she had lost, when she remembered how she had been regenerated, purified, by her disinterested love for a good man, she looked wistfully back on those weeks at Mrs. Farley's boarding-house.
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