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Ward, Mrs. Humphry, 1851-1920

"Elizabeth's Campaign"

Pamela, looking up, caught her brother's
expression and glowed too.
'Beryl says he isn't a bit strong yet. But he's moving heaven and
earth to get back to the front.'
'Well, if they don't give him enough to do he'll be pretty sick.
He's no good at loafing.'
There was silence a little. Outside a misty sunshine lay on the
garden and the park and in it the changing trees were beginning to
assume the individuality and separateness of autumn after the
levelling promiscuity of the summer. The scene was very English and
peaceful; and between it and the two young creatures looking out
upon it there were a thousand links of memory and association.
Suddenly Desmond said:
'Do you remember that bother I got into at Eton, Pam?'
Pamela nodded. Didn't she remember it? A long feud with another
boy--ending in a highly organized fight--absolute defiance of tutor
and housemaster on Desmond's part--and threatened expulsion. The
Squire's irritable pride had made him side ostentatiously with his
son, and Pamela could only be miserable and expect the worst.


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