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Portrait of Edward Stratemeyer Edward Stratemeyer The Rover Boys on a Tour; or, Last Days at Brill College

Dick had gone to another room and so was out of hearing.
"I can't say that anything is wrong exactly, Tom," returned Sam, hesitatingly. "You see, I—I——"
"Is it that Chester Waltham?" demanded the other, quickly.
Sam nodded. "Of course I can't blame him, and I can't blame Grace, for the matter of that. It isn't every girl who gets the chance to marry a young millionaire."
"What! Has he proposed to her?" cried Tom.
"Oh, no, I don't think that, Tom. But he has been very friendly."
"Well, I wouldn't stand for it, Sam. I think Grace ought to marry you, and I would tell her so and have it settled."
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Portrait of Edward Stratemeyer Edward Stratemeyer The Rover Boys on a Tour; or, Last Days at Brill College

A little over an hour and a half had been spent in the sport and two attacks had been made and repulsed, much to the chagrin of Stanley Browne, the senior in charge of the attacking army. Juniors and seniors had fought nobly, but the freshmen and sophomores outnumbered them, and, being strongly intrenched behind the snow wall of the so-called fort, had succeeded in forcing a first, and then a second, retreat.
"Say, fellows, we've got to do it this time, sure!" cried Sam Rover, as, side by side with Stanley, he led the attack. "If we don't oust them they'll never get done talking about it."
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Portrait of Edward Stratemeyer Edward Stratemeyer The Rover Boys on a Tour; or, Last Days at Brill College

Ada Waltham did all she could to make herself agreeable to Sam and the others, but the youngest Rover was in no mood for raillery, and on the way back to Larkinburg had but little to say.
Chester Waltham had lost no time in assisting Grace into his runabout and in getting his car out of the congestion in the parking space. Then he put on speed, and soon the pair were whirled away out of the sight of the others.
"It's a dandy night for a ride," was Tom's remark. There was some moonshine, and the stars glittered clear in the heavens overhead.
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