But it would all come down to a 47-yard field goal attempt by Norwood.
I never thought—never suspected you of being married, Norwood.
They had long wanted to get rid of Norwood, and this looked to be their chance.
In their beautiful home at Norwood they were soon as much loved and respected as they had been feared and disliked.
Soon after this, the publication of "Norwood" was begun in the columns of the "Ledger."
"You 'll have to wait for me here, Count," said Norwood, when they stopped at the door.
