Soames covered his mouth justin time to prevent the
words escaping.
Fit to run forhis life, he is; wish youd been
there. If it was against aFrenchman, he would do his best to help.
I say, Uncle, would you blame a girl for doing
anything to get outof a house like this? He wouldnt havedone it himself, but he
wasnt prepared to turn out the Governmentfor having done it. Well, I hope to God he
beats the Frenchman; we want a Cup or twoleft in the country.
Dont trouble, Dad; hes too feverish, poor
darling.
Thats what decided them torun the colt
to-day.
Did he know that in focussing his glasses he left
her hand uncaged?
A race-horse has about the best time of anything on
earth, sheheard Jon say.
Jack Cardigan, from his front seat, had begun
explaining a thing hecalled the tote.
Is he any good, or just the ordinary cock-and-bull
type? Since in the coppice at Robin Hill Fleur had said Jon! He was looking for them
when Winifred pressedhis arm. It was said with an infinite indulgence that went to
Michaelsheart. I said to them: Its cleaning ourinsides hell maybe doing, but hell
never be afther putting usout.
Plased to see your rivirence, though uts nottidy I
am this mornin.
Only on his way back to the house did he recollect
a possible holein the ballot of secrecy.
Is he any good, or just the ordinary cock-and-bull
type?
And beneath his new hat he passedhis hand down over
one flat cheek, and then the other.