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Juxon quickly called him back, and presently he was following close at heel in his own stately way, looking neither to the right nor to the left. The squire felt nervous, and the sensation was new to him. He did not believe that Goddard would really attack him at all, certainly not that he would dare to attack him in broad daylight.
"Oh," said Mrs. Goddard, "perhaps it was." "Mamma," asked little Nellie, "what is Laws Catterbay?" "A peer, darling." "Like the one at Brighton, mamma, with a band?" "No, child," answered the mother laughing. "P, double E, R, peer a rich gentleman." "Like poor papa then?" inquired the irrepressible Eleanor. Mrs.
She felt herself so much older than John that she thought it was out of the question to be annoyed; so she treated him in a matter of fact way, and was really amused at his talk. "I don't see why not," answered John stoutly. "You might be any man's ideal." "Oh, really " ejaculated Mrs. Goddard, somewhat startled at the force of the sweeping compliment.
We then laid them side by side, and covered them with a few small branches, and this was all the burial we were enabled to give them. December 29. Goddard went into the scrub, and shot three pigeons. We ate one of them at night, and the others we reserved till next day. Our bowels were greatly relaxed, which was partly stayed by eating a few nondas, which we got occasionally.
With a bound Goddard threw himself forward and grappled with the man, who knocked Nancy roughly to one side the better to tackle the Union officer. Reeling backward and forward, the two men fought locked in a close embrace.
People in southern countries never really know what comfort means, because nature never makes them thoroughly uncomfortable. Only a man who is freezing can appreciate a good fire." "I suppose you have been a good deal in such places," suggested Mrs. Goddard, vaguely. "Oh yes everywhere," answered the squire with equal indefiniteness.
Goddard, with a laugh that cut him to the quick, "you do not think of marrying for many years to come?" "Oh I don't know," he said, blushing violently, "why should not I?" "In the first place, a man should never marry until he is at least five and twenty years old," said Mrs. Goddard, calmly. "Well I may be as old as that before I get the fellowship." "Yes, I daresay.
A plain, middle-aged man stepped up, read it to himself in low tones, and coupled to it a literary title by which I have been sometimes known. He proved to be a graduate of Brown University, and had heard a certain Phi Beta Kappa poem delivered there a good many years ago. I remembered it, too; Professor Goddard, whose sudden and singular death left such lasting regret, was the Orator.
Why, you are only an undergraduate at Cambridge." "I may be senior classic in a few months," objected John. "That is not such a bad prospect, it seems to me." "It means that you may get a fellowship, probably will in the course of a few years. But you lose it if you marry. Besides do you know that Mrs. Goddard is ten years older than you, and more?"
"The fact is it is late I must really be saying good-bye," he stammered. "Must you?" said Mrs. Goddard, suspecting that something was the matter. "Well, I am very sorry to say good-bye. But you will be coming back soon, will you not?" "Yes I don't know perhaps I shall not come back at all. Good-bye Mrs. Goddard good-bye, Miss Nellie." "Good-bye, Mr. Short," said Mrs.
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