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a few minutes and she was out of breath, then she 

 send for me. He had never held a cue in his life, but 

 in less than half a day he could handle it as well as I 

 did my spade, but of course he was apt to miss a ball 

 and that made him nervous. He wore a sort of tea 

 cup saucer cap that he took off, threw it on the floor 

 and trampled it over and said : Shall I ever be able to 

 play and beat you ? I replied, not in dancing on your 

 cap. In that very moment I had to leave him. He 

 looked at me with consternation. Will you not come 

 back ? I told him I would try, but I did not. I had 

 something to do that prevented me. He was in terri- 

 ble agitation. "Will you play again to-morrow ? I may 

 possibly, but I have some thing to do. I can't play all 



the time. What do you care Mrs my priestified 



lady had told him that I would, that may be but 



no but you must, the lady was just coming and both of 

 them coaxed me so I did play longer than I wished. 

 I did not dislike it, but I did not want to play by the 

 day. When he could make a carombol he was a happy 

 man, but when he missed it he was like the " D . . . . in 

 a holy water pot." He had become so passionately 

 fond of playing that he would have spent the whole 

 day without eating, but always furious when he missed 

 a ball. One day he got so excited that I told him, 

 Monsieur 1'Abbe ! it is not becoming for a man of 



