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Thomas slammed the ball with a force which carried it far over the wire

backstop

"You must not drive them so hard, Mr Webb; at least, not up Drive

theain"

Tennis looked so easy from the sidelines that Thomas believed all he

had to do was to hit the ball whenever he saithin reach; but

after a few experiame required a

certain talent, quite as distinct as that needed to sell green neckties

(old stock) when the prevailing fashion was polka-dot blue How he

loathed Thomas Webb How he loathed the i! Why had not fate left hined? And now must come this

confrontation, the inevitable! No poor rat in a trap could have felt

more harassed Mentally, he went round and round in circles, but he

could find no exit There is no file to saw the bars of circuure on the other side of the net, here, there,

backward and forward, alert, accurate, bubbling with energy