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Marius Longford smiled, and stroked one feline whisker thoughtfully. "So you actually believe what you preach!" he murmured "Strange! You are more of an antiquity than the consecrated dust enclosed in that alabaster! Believe me!" "Much more, much, more!" exclaimed the fantastic Adderley; "To believe in anything at all is so remote! so very remote! and yet so new so fresh!" Walden made no reply.
I went to Hudson's Bay house in London, got a place in the Company, by the help of the governor himself, and came out. I've learned the rest of the history of old John York the part that never got to England; for here at King's House there's a holy tradition that the real John York belongs to it and to it alone." Adderley laughed a little.
As our lumbering cab drove up Adderley Street to the hotel a squadron of the newly raised South African Light Horse rode past. The men looked very jaunty and well set up with their neat uniforms, bandoliers and "smasher" hats with black cocks' feathers. There has never been the slightest difficulty in raising these irregular bodies of mounted infantry.
The whole affair had been in such good train a little before, that Mr. Adderley was much distressed that it should thus have been crossed, and thought the new phase of affairs would be far from acceptable at Combe Walwyn. 'Whatever is just and honourable must be acceptable to my grandfather, said Berenger.
The idea is perfectly ridiculous!" A glimmer of white in the vista of the flowering 'Cherry-Tree Walk' here suddenly appeared and warned her that Maryllia and the Reverend John were returning from their inspection of the rose-garden. She cheeked herself in an outburst of speech and silently watched them approaching. Adderley watched them too with a kind of lachrymose interest.
A strong sense of justice, and long habit of dignified self-restraint, alone prevented Lord Walwyn from severely censuring Mr. Adderley for misrepresentations; but the old nobleman recollected that Walsingham had been in the same story, and was too upright to visit his own vexation on the honestly-mistaken tutor.
"Yes," said Jennings, "there was some scandal, I know, but it was after my time here." "Something about an old mandarin out Johore Bahru way, was it not?" asked Burton. "The last thing I heard about Adderley was that he had disappeared." "Nobody would have cared much if he had," declared Jennings. "I know of several who would have been jolly glad.
A daughter of Rokeby carried it by marriage to Sir John Goband, whose descendants, in 1332, sold it to Walter de Clodshale; an heiress of Clodshale, in 1426, brought it into the ancient family of Arden, and a daughter of this house, to that of Adderley, where it now rests.
Do you know you are smiling up at the sky as if you were entirely mad? Ordinary people would say you were, people to whom dinner is the dearest thing in life would suggest your being locked up. And me, too, I daresay! You haven't answered my question, why don't you write something about Maryillia?" "She, too, is not a girl," rejoined Adderley "She is a woman. And she is absolutely unwritable!"
Sir Morton Pippitt, the Duke of Lumpton, and Lord Mawdenham hovered before him like three dull puppets in a cheap show; and he was inclined to look up the name of Marius Longford in one of the handy guides to contemporary biography, in order to see if that flaccid and fish-like personage had really done anything In the world to merit his position as a shining luminary of the 'Savage and Savile. Accustomed as he was to watch the ebb and flow of modern literature, he had not yet sighted either the Longford straw or the Adderley cork, among the flotsam and jetsam of that murky tide.
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