"Georgie"
"Di," he said in a low voice, "when I saw you first at the meet, riding that devil of a horse as if you were part of him—"
"Thank you," said she.
"By jingo—I—those others might never have lived, don't you know. A man can tell when he meets the only woman in the world, thank God! I never saw a girl sit a horse as you do—and such a horse!"
"Then Georgie "her dark eyes met his squarely, "if you care so much, can't you understand that I asked this favor of you—because—because—"
"Yes, dear?"
"Because I care, too. There was a man killed last winter quite near here in a Rugby match—kicked on the temple, I believe. Don't play! Oh, Georgie, it's because I love you so that I implore you not to play."
Georgie moved uncomfortably in his seat, and from the Scarlet Runner, waiting more and more impatiently, there came a hoot of derision.
"What on earth is that fool William
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