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come to the eighteenth one you. "I beat that ball that I struck a boy till now
in Maine, and that is here in hundreds of miles from."
ENTRANCE NO VIII
FALL OF MR. HARDING
I don't know whether to be troubled or it had a good time on the result of mine
according to game of sweater with Miss Harding. It was not in the minimum likes mine
anticipations.
Our first game was so romantic. It was as if the kind skies had raised
a dome on the more favoureds of earth and they reserved him/it for our use. It
it was to-day different.
I suppose it is necessary that the beautiful young girl will have fathers. ME
without doubt you raise that the Mr. Harding is a marvelous financier and railroad
genius, and he is probable you/he/she is entitled to a vacation and to that
relaxation that comes to take exercise, but this doesn't justify
him in--well, in the "to interfere on our game. I don't use slang as a rule,
but any other term so accurately describes the behavior of that gentleman
this afternoon.
As for Carter--I don't have any words to express what I think about Carter.
If I had a daughter nineteen years old it would happen to me that her
he/she would prefer to play sweater in some place with a young near gentleman her really
you grow old rather than with me, especially if that young gentleman were a good person
player of sweater, and possessed of wealth, perspectives and the ambitions of honourable.
But the Mr. Draws Harding her as if her pits shortly a girl of school in
suits. He persists in to call his "Child", and only rarely ago him
address him from the beautiful name of Grace.
When Miss Harding started from the house of baton his/her father it was on the lawn
not many enclosures took away part in the interesting one but expensive experiment
to try to drive balls through the lake. He was buying new balls from the
box--they cost $5.50 a box--with the cheerful abandonments of a spoiled boy
fire-cracker that you/they purchase on the quarter of July.
All to which he asks of a ball are "a crack to him", and the caddies were reaping