Gurgaon Polo and Equestrian Club

Gurgaon Polo and Equestrian Club “No, Sir, ’tis a Right Whale,” answered Tom; “I saw his sprout; he Billy braced himself. At the same time he caught a glimpse of Anson's leering face and inwardly vowed that that young man should have plenty of reason to regret that leer.,“How did the harvesting of Aunt Grenertsen’s apples go this afternoon?” asked Mother.,"This is what I call luck," she said, genially. "I'm going to steer you two peaches right into the thick of the tumult, and if you don't have the time of your sad young lives, my name's not—well, here, you'd better pronounce it for me," and she handed out a card on which was printed in clear black letters,,“Thank you, sir,” the boy answered, “but I couldn’t sleep now. There’s too much excitement around!”,"I sha'n't want any trifles to amuse me, if you will talk to me," says Mona.，Mona, pleasantly, turning away.，Hannah Ann and Henry had disappeared with the remains of the feast and the four were alone in the big solid structure, with hay mows on either side of their banqueting floor and a smell of dry, sweet herbage in the air.，"You haven't asked me who I am," says the stranger, as though eager to detain her at any cost, still without a smile, and always with his eyes fixed upon her face. It seems as though he positively cannot remove them, so riveted are they."No, major," replied Arkel, rather gruffly, for disappointment was beginning to tell on his temper, "nor are we likely to find any until that servant of yours regains his senses. How is he now?"

The emotion of an impassioned heart, the melody of a rich and manly voice were in his words, and no man, though he should hate the fellow for his wrong-doing, could have doubted his sincerity whilst listening to his speech. Add to this his superb figure, his handsome face glowing with feeling, the hereditary dignity of his demeanour; but these were expressions of his meaning which she would not raise her eyes to witness.,There is relief in the thought. She springs from her bed, clothes herself rapidly, and descends to the breakfast room. Yet the day thus begun appears to her singularly unattractive. Her mind is full of care. She has persuaded Geoffrey to keep silence about all that last night produced, and wait, before taking further steps. But wait for what? She herself hardly knows what it is she hopes for.,"Have you any theory, Mr. Sarby?",“Well, if you don’t want me to show you. But really, if my little finger were only big enough, I could lift the lamp just with that.”,“Just our age.”,"Yes," replied Scarface, "I saw them.","Nuthin'. Promised I wouldn't tell him no ghost stories fer a week if he'd help me out.","Wounded whistlers aren't as hard to retrieve as redhead or bluebill," said Stanhope.,“There will be so many that we have found it easier to figure in what we call acre feet. The gallon figures are too cumbersome. An acre foot is the amount of water that would be sufficient to cover an acre one foot deep.”,“There Nancy,” she whispered, “is a sunbeam for breakfast dipped in milk.”,Long tables stood in rows in one part of the park, as had been planned. Father presided here, while Mother attended to John’s special guests in the beautiful dining room. Milla the fishwoman and Olava and the others sat stiff and proper on the edge of the damask-covered chairs, saying not a word. Tellef’s grandmother, however, talked fast enough. She was so happy, now that she could see.,“Never mind Mosey, yer heart don’t need fixin’ anyhow,” comforted Betty..