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'Yes, yes, I know him Crozier of Castlegarry; but I knew his father far better, though he was so much older than me, and indeed your grandfather also. Look in this book is the first bet I ever made here after my election to the club, and it was made with your grandfather. There's no age in the kingdom of sport, dear lad, he added, laughing 'neither age nor sex nor position nor place.
There was writing on it, and going nearer, she saw in red pencil the words, "Courage, soldier!" These were the words which Kitty was so fond of using, and the girl had a thrill of triumph now as she saw the woman from whom Crozier had fled looking at the card.
There was no sign of inward emotion, of hidden troubles, as she leaned forward to see the great lady step from the train great in every sense was this lady in her mind; imposing in stature, a Juno, a tragedy queen, a Zenobia, a daughter of the gods who would not stoop to conquer. She looked in vain, however, for the Mrs. Crozier she had imagined made no appearance from the train.
I shall not play for safety. It's everything on the favourite this time." "You'll excuse me, but Gus Burlingame is for the defence, and he's got his knife into you," returned Sibley. "Not yet." Crozier smiled sardonically. "Well, I apologise, but what I've said, Mr. Kerry, is said as man to man.
"That is all," the crown attorney said to Crozier as he sank into his chair, greatly pleased with one of the best witnesses who had ever been through his hands lucid, concentrated, exact, knowing just where he was going and reaching his goal without meandering. Crozier was about to step down when Burlingame rose. "I wish to ask a few questions," he said.
Might I see it?" asked the small, dark-eyed, dark-haired wife, with the little touch of nectarine bloom and a little powder also; and though she spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, there was a look of wistfulness in her eyes, a gleam of which Kitty caught ere it passed. "You've been separated, Mrs. Crozier," answered the elder woman, "and I've no right to let you into his room without his consent.
When the banker had to leave the room at the sight of the carnage, she remained, and she and John Sibley were as cool as the Young Doctor and his fellow-anatomist, till it was all over, and Shiel Crozier was started again on a safe journey back to health. Then a thing, which would have been amusing if it had not been so deeply human, happened.
The English Archbishops of Dublin would not yield in public processions to the Irish Archbishops of Armagh, nor permit the crozier of St. Patrick to be borne publicly through their city; the English Bishop of Waterford was the public accuser of the Irish Archbishop of Cashel, last mentioned, before a lay tribunal the knights and burgesses of "the Pale."
"Then you steamed the letter open and read it too?" asked Kitty sarcastically. "Certainly not. Ladies first-and last," was the equally sarcastic answer. "I cabled to Castlegarry, his father's place, also to Lammis that he mentioned when he told us his story. Crozier of Lammis, he was." "Well, I wrote to the London address in the letter," added Kitty. "I don't think she'll come.
Kitty ceased her work for an instant and, looking away from him into the distance, said: "Three people said those same words to me all in one day a thousand years ago. It was Mr. Crozier, Jesse Bulrush, and my mother; and now you've said it a thousand years after; as with your inexpensive education and slow mind you'd be sure to do." "I have an idea that Mrs.
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