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"You had better say that his lordship, as bishop of the diocese, can take no heed of the coming trial," said Mrs Proudie. "I think his lordship had better say nothing at all about the trial," said Mr Chadwick. "I think that will be best," said the bishop. "But if they report against him," said Mr Chadwick, "you can only then proceed in the ecclesiastical court, at your own expense."
He knew that Jack would explain the reason for the change soon enough. Besides, the matter was none of his business. He gave the necessary orders. Jack turned to the second officer. "Will you take the bridge, Mr. Hetherton? Mr. Chadwick, please come to my cabin." The lads went below together. "Now," said Frank, after he had taken a seat, "what's it all about?"
Thomas Chadwick might have flung the threepenny bit into the road. He might have gone off into language unseemly in a tram-conductor and a grandfather. He might have snatched Mrs Clayton Vernon's bonnet off and stamped on it. But he did none of these things. He said, in his best unctuous voice: "Thank you, m'm, I'm sure!"
In the same year an important Commission of Inquiry was appointed by Lord Grey's Government, in reference to the operation of the Poor Laws in England and Wales. Mr. Chadwick was appointed one of the assistant commissioners, for the purpose of taking evidence on the subject; and the districts of London and Berkshire were allotted to him.
Chadwick always wanted it. I never did care for those old things and I don't think you do. After I get started in practice, I'll buy you a dozen hat-boxes. Won't it be great when you can come down here and live with me? "Your loving son, "JASON." "June 7, 1862. "DEAR MOTHER: "I have been quite sick with a sore hand almost got gangrene from a soldier. That's why you haven't been hearing from me.
His manner was the least in the world heated. "What's that?" asked Paul Ford, with a sudden start, not inquiring what Thomas Chadwick's mouth was, but pointing to an object which was lying on the seat in the corner which Mrs Clayton Vernon had too briefly occupied. He rose and picked up the object, which had the glitter of gold. "Give it here," said Thomas Chadwick, commandingly.
Though he has been one of the most indefatigable and successful workers of the age, and has greatly influenced the legislation of his time, he is probably less known than many a fourth-rate parliamentary talker. Mr. Chadwick belongs to a Lancashire family, and was born near Manchester. He received his education chiefly in London.
Naturally, she couldn't answer her own questions, and all her thoughts were as yet chaotic and confused. She wanted well, what did she want, anyhow? She repeated to herself, "I want something different!" That something different should not include a dreary round of Mrs. MacGregor, a cold inspection by Mr. Chadwick Champneys; nor the thought of Peter Champneys.
And who and what should bring this about, except you, and Milly's niece, and my money!" "I'm afraid I don't quite understand," said Peter, and looked as bewildered as he felt. He wasn't a quick thinker. "What is it you wish me to do?" Still holding his eyes, "I want you to marry Milly's niece," said Chadwick Champneys. "That's my price." "Marry? I? Oh, but, Uncle Chad!
"Frank Chadwick." "And you say you are castaways?" said the man. "What was your position aboard the ship?" "Second officer," said Frank "A merchant ship, you say?" "Yes." Frank did not deem it necessary to tell the other that he held a lieutenancy in the British royal navy. "And you are the sole survivors?" demanded the man. "So far as I know, yes." "Good," said the leader of the party.
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