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Mortimer climbed the slippery, marble stairway as fast as his lack of breath permitted, anxious for his share of the harvest if the odds were right He ignored his wife's s about ed to ers with Katharyn Tassel and one with Beverly Plank, as also obstinately backing the blues, the losing side Sylvia played forward for the blues

Agatha Caithness, sleeves rolled up, tall and sliely pale in her white flannels, came from the squash-court with Quarrier to watch the finish; and Morti, irresolute, for he had never understood her and was always a trifle afraid of her A pair of icicles, she and Quarrier, hoestions in that direction, and presently beca battle below Indeed, such a dashing of foa place that the fronds of the big palhted and prone on the wet h the confused blur of foa ball shot aloft and re her hands; and a little ind of cries and hand clapping echoed fro out of the pool, with scarcely wind enough left for a word or strength for a gesture toward the laughing crowd above

Morti about hi his teood money after bad But Quarrier and Miss Caithness had already returned to the squash-courts, the -roo, to the lahere they lost little tiolden haze which a sudden shift of wind had spun out of the cloudless afternoon's sunshine

However, he got Marion, and also, as usual, the twoaway his money--Major Belwether and Lord Alderdene He hadn't particularly wanted them; he wanted somebody he could play with, like Siward, for exaes; not that their coood, but it would at least permit him the pleasures of the card-table without personal loss

But the Pages had retired to dress, and Voucher was for , and he had no use for his wife, and he was afraid of Plank's ga a pint of ginger-ale with Sylvia Landis, shook his head at the suggestion and resuer-ale