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"Just fancy, if it beats Dad's big boomer the biggest ever caught here." "It'll beat some records," Wally gasped, hauling in frantically. "Here she comes!" "She" came, with a final jerk. Jim broke into a suppressed shout of laughter. For Wally's catch was nothing less than an ancient, mud-laden boot!
He galloped up to his own place and gave the alarm, and then he and one of their men cleared out after the brute." "Did they catch him?" Wally's eyes were dancing, and his sinker waved unconsciously in the air. "They couldn't see a sign of him," Jim said. "The road was a plain, straight one you chaps know it the one we drove home on from the train.
"And is related in some way," persisted Flame, "to Edward the 2nd Duke of York." "Of that guarantee of respectability I am, of course, not quite so sure," said her Father. With a temperish stamping of feet, an infuriate yank of the door-bell, Uncle Wally's chauffeur announced that the limit of his endurance had been reached. Blankly Flame's Mother stared at Flame's Father.
"Well, I want to go," pursued Miss Thornton, "but Wally's in Los Angeles." Wally was Miss Thornton's "friend." "What would it cost us, Thorny?" "Two-fifty." "Gosh," said Susan thoughtfully. The big intercollegiate game was not to be seen for nothing. "Hat come?" asked Thorny. "Ye-es." Susan was thinking. "Yes, and she's made it look lovely," she admitted.
But Wally's hat, skilfully thrown, had already caught the slumberer on the side of the head. Harry woke up with surprising promptness, and returned the offending head-gear with force and directness. Wally caught it deftly and rammed it over his eyes. He smiled underneath it at the Hermit like a happy cherub. "Now we're ready, sir," he said.
Out of the turmoil came yelps, much energetic abuse, and shrieks to Norah for aid to which that maiden, who was enjoying herself hugely, lent a deaf ear. Finally, the combat restricted itself principally to Wally's bed, from which the bedclothes gradually disappeared, until they formed a tight bundle on the floor, with Wally in the centre. Jim piled the mattress on top, and retreated to the door.
Does Miss Mariner open in New York or does she lot?" There was a tense silence. Mr Goble permitted himself a swift review of his position. He would have liked to do many things to Wally, beginning with ordering him out of the theatre, but prudence restrained him. He wanted Wally's work. He needed Wally in his business: and, in the theatre, business takes precedence of personal feelings.
Much better to have you go on regarding me as a friend . . . knowing that, if ever your feelings do change, that I am right there, waiting." "But by that time your feelings will have changed." Wally laughed. "Never!" "You'll meet some other girl . . ." "I've met every girl in the world! None of them will do!" The lightness came back into Wally's voice.
Of course I know you had to take in the shows and cabarets of New York. But couldn't you edge in an hour or two once a week to attend to business?" Wally's collar began to choke him. The cool, hard words of the big Scotchman pelted like hail. "Must be a bluff, Mac.
His very voice had opened old wounds and set them throbbing. She listened in the doorway. Out of sight down the passage, Freddie seemed by the sounds to be removing his overcoat. She stole out and darted like a shadow down the corridor that led to Wally's bedroom. The window of the bedroom opened onto the wide roof which Uncle Chris had eulogized.
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