To Him That Hath: a Tale of the West of Today by Pseudonym Ralph Connor
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aggressive, even smashing tennis, so much so that his opponent appeared
to be almost outclassed and at the close the figures of the first set were exactly reversed, standing six to two in Captain Jack's favour. The warmth of the cheers that followed attested the popularity of the win. "My word, old chap, that is top-hole tennis," said the Englishman, warmly congratulating him. "Luck, old boy, brilliant luck!" said Captain Jack. "Couldn't do it again for a bet." "You must do it just once more," said Frances, coming to meet the players. "Oh, you dear old thing. Come and be refreshed. Here is the longest, coolest thing in drinks this Club affords. And one for you, too," she added, turning to the Englishman. "You played a great game." "Did I not? I was at the top of my form," said the Englishman gallantly. "But all in vain, as you see." "Now for the final," cried Frances eagerly. "Dear lady," said Captain Jack, affecting supreme exhaustion, "as you are mighty, be merciful! Let it suffice that we appear to have given you an exposition of fairly respectable tennis. I am quite done." "A great win, Jack," said Adrien, offering her hand in congratulation. "All flukes count, eh, Maitland?" laughed Stillwell, unable in spite of |
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