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Shall we go over that same pleasant route again, and pass another honeymoon in the Channel Islands, and then on to Plymouth and spend some time with your dear parents? To-morrow we shall be close to the center of the globe-the 180th degree of west longitude and 180th degree of east longitude. This morning we were in longitude 178 west from Greenwich, and 57 degrees west from San Francisco. Quilter's Opinions, 1909; Who's Who, 1906; The Times, 13 July 1907; Morning Post, 12 July 1907; Mrs. C. W. Earle, Memoirs and Memories, 1911, pp. In golf there is a rule that on the putting-green a ball in match play must not be lifted-though it may be between the other ball and the hole-unless the balls are within six inches of each other. Twenty-four hours ago, he had been in the midst of London foulness, irritable with the grit and dust of a hot evening in late May. I should like to know how many hours I sit up for you?

First, you want the hand to pitch where you please, and then the head to know where to pitch, according to the player. When they were alone with the silence and the stars, his hand sought hers. 12. Seek accuracy more than speed: a man of fourteen stone is not to be imitated by a youth of eight stone. He looked at her with a new criticism, and her youth and freshness seemed almost an offence. Hubert looked uneasy. "In a way, yes," he agreed; and Arthur inferred that a tactful change of subject was advisable. She looked at him again with that look of earnest inquiry with which she had first greeted him. The first five of them were spent in a blissful revel in his surroundings. And so he chattered on, in a way which quite charmed Stephen, and made him rejoice in his new friend, and still more at the prospect of the bat.

I watched a final match once in the amateur championship, in which two most distinguished amateurs were struggling for the mastery, and both drove and played through the green as well as could be desired, and both putted in a way that a charity-school boy would have been ashamed of. They had reached the terrace now, and from where they stood they overlooked a croquet lawn-flush and smooth as a green carpet-bounded on its further side by the row of wych elms and the stream. He had a bathroom all to himself-a perfect bathroom with white walls above a tiled dado of pale green that curved round smoothly at its base to form a tiled floor of the same colour. The motive of the colour scheme was an unobtrusive blue, taken up in the carpet, the faintly patterned wallpaper and the linen curtains at the window. The whiteness of her hands, the spotlessness of her pale gray linen dress, the clearness of her complexion and of her blue eyes, even the lines of her firm, well-nourished young figure were all effects of the protected life she had lived. It was just the sort of dinner and evening to make a man think of every single one of his past sins, and of all the others that he intended to commit if he lived.

Yet there was one tie that united them, a tie unacknowledged yet existing, the tie of sorrow. He seemed pleased, but, after a few whiffs, said: "This is a good old tup'ny-try one of mine," and he handed me a cigar as long as it was strong, which is saying a good deal. Was it not probable that all these descendants of the old man were, in some sense, at least, trying to "keep in" with him, what is billiards trying to win his special favour for their own ends? Suddenly she leaned toward him, stopping his speech with her soft and open palm. She gave Arthur her hand, regarding him, he thought, with a strangely intent look of anxiety. He took her hand, but did not meet her eyes, and the credit she was beginning to accord him gave way, once more, to anger. He turned with a touch of impatience at the indication of Hubert's introduction, to meet this new Kenyon connection-the orphan who acted as secretary to her grandfather. Arthur was aware again of that sense of irritation that had come to him when he had been trying to talk to Miss Kenyon.