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Sherwood's trouble with Ravell Bulson. Mrs. Sherwood was very indignant about it, and so, of course, was Nan. A week or more before, Mr. Sherwood had had business in Chicago, and in returning took the midnight train. The sleeping car was side-tracked at Tillbury and when most of the passengers were gone the man in the berth under Mr. Sherwood's began to rave about having been robbed.
But I should think Aunt Kate would be scared every hour he is away from home, he is so reckless." She was very proud herself of Rafe and wrote Bess a lot about him. Slow Tom did not figure much in Nan Sherwood's letters, or in her thoughts, about this time. Thoughts and letters were filled with handsome Rafe.
Sherwood's Tales from the Church Catechism, and, 'more curious sport than that, the Bible in Spain of the never-sufficiently-bepraised George Borrow. What, however, is a little odd about Miss Harland's enthusiasm for Hannah More's writings is that it expires with the preface. There, indeed, it glows with a beautiful light: 'And The Search after Happiness!
All his anxieties regarding Sherwood's mental condition having been set at rest, he would go on with his grocer's life as long as need be, strengthened with the hope that shone before him. The end of July had come. After a week of rain, the weather had turned bright, with a coolness at morning and evening very pleasant at this time of year in London streets.
Sherwood's acquaintances had little attraction for him; they were mostly people who lived in a luxurious way, went in for sports, talked about the money market all of which things fascinated Godfrey, though in truth he was far from belonging by nature to that particular world.
I've wanted to meet you awfully. The oldsters are always holding up your glorious exploits to us newcomers. Withers never gets tired telling about that fight of yours with the four enemy planes. And besides," he rushed on eagerly, "I'm glad to have a chance to tell Chev's brother Captain Sherwood's brother, I mean what I think of him. Only as a matter of fact, I can't," he broke off with a laugh.
Miss Sherwood's tone tried to be severe, and she tried not to smile and she succeeded in being just herself. "I came to talk business with Mr. Brainard. And I'm going to stay to talk business with Mr. Brainard. But I'll give him five seconds for congratulations provided at the end of the five seconds Mr. Hunt gets out of the room."
Sherwood's heart since her brother had bidden them farewell, and marched away with his comrades; and her fears being realized, she was more anxious than ever to leave the country that might yet claim her husband also, and when word came from Halifax that a furnished house awaited the family, Mrs. Sherwood easily persuaded her bereaved sister in-law to accompany them thither.
"Are you afraid to drive Prince?" he asked. "No," declared Nan, and reached for the reins. She had held the black horse before. Besides, she had driven her Cousin Tom's pair of big draught horses up in the Michigan woods, and Mr. Henry Sherwood's half-wild roan ponies, as well. Her wrists were strong and supple, and she was alert.
Ah, well! I am no Browning Junior, and Sherwood's name is not Sherwood. A while ago I took a holiday; mouched, played truant from my road. Jem the waggoner hailed me as he passed he was going to the mill would I ride with him and come back atop of the full sacks?
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