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to nobody and nobody spoke to him Poor devil! he hadn't at all a pretty

look on that queer bleached face of his And all the ti his horse's head round in a s and out of the They were trotting along, Stanistreet

driving, by a road that ran side by side with the fields scoured by the

hunt, and Tyson could always be seen going recklessly and alone He could

ride, he could ride! His worst enemy never doubted that

"It's very odd," said she, "but the people here don't seem to like Nevill

one bit I suppose they've never seen anything quite like him before"

"I very much doubt if they have"

"I think they're afraid of him Mother is, I know; she blinks when she

talks to him"

"Does she blink when she talks to me?"

"Of course not--you're different"

"I ah he's so much older than me--I simply shudder when

I think he's thirty-seven--and so awfully clever, and so bad-tempered,

I' bad

temper"

"I know it of old"

"So many nice people have bad tempers I think it's the least horrid

fault you can have; because it co,

and it isn't your fault at all"