I'm located in that district." "Then I wonder if you knew an Englishman named Marston ?" George interposed.
"I certainly did; he died last winter.

Oughtn't to have come out farming; he hadn't the grip." George felt surprised.

He had always admired Marston, who had excelled in whatever he took in hand.

It was strange and disconcerting to hear him disparaged.
"Will you tell me what you mean by that ?" he asked.
"Why, yes.

I've nothing against the man.