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This went on for years, and it was not until hundreds of robberies had been committed that the discovery was made of the identity of the fascinating landlord and the desperate captain of the highwaymen. Many are the tales the old people at Eversley used to tell of the "gentlemen of the road" in their fathers' and grandfathers' time.
"Miss Eversley herself!" cried Toby, making a dash forward. A native servant slipped unobtrusively to the sweating horse's bridle. Averil was on the ground in a moment and turned to ascend the steps of the club-house. "Is my brother-in-law here?" she said to Toby, accepting the hand he offered. "Who? Raymond? No; he's in the North Camp somewhere. Do you want him? Anything wrong?
There's nothing like pluck and good-humor in a woman." "Well, Heaven knows I want both!" "I am afraid I must be off," said the Colonel. "I am going to dine with Eversley, and he has a villa at Rochampton quite a journey, you know. Where is the little chap that was nearly run over?" "Playing in the garden, very happy and very dirty.
Intended for the law, he entered the Church, and became, in 1842, curate, and two years later rector, of Eversley, Hampshire. In the latter year he pub. The Saints' Tragedy, a drama, of which the heroine is St. Elizabeth of Hungary. Two novels followed, Yeast and Alton Locke , in which he deals with social questions as affecting the agricultural labouring class, and the town worker respectively.
You, of course, will share his difficulties." "That does not follow, does it?" said Averil. "I should say so," said Carlyon. "You see, Miss Eversley, you have already told me that you do not understand my action. Non-comprehension in such a matter is synonymous with disapproval. You are, no doubt, in full possession of the facts. More than the bare facts I cannot give you.
Then, leaving Stephen and the young lady to admire this Cypripedium or each other in the enclosure, we three elders returned to the house to discuss matters. "John and Mrs. Eversley," I said, "by Heaven's mercy you are reunited after a terrible separation of over twenty years. But what is to be done now? The god, it is true, is dead, and therefore the passage of the forest will be easy.
We stayed at Bausi's kraal for a full month longer whilst Stephen recovered his strength. I grew thoroughly bored with the place and so did Mavovo and the Zulus, but Brother John and his wife did not seem to mind. Mrs. Eversley was a passive creature, quite content to take things as they came and after so long an absence from civilization, to bide a little longer among savages.
I should have thought it out all by myself, and then acted, if I found I could with any conscience." "Eh? Mercy! You couldn't. The idea! And there's Allan, now. Come!" The Doctor was on the threshold. "So here you are! Well, I've just sent Mrs. Eversley away in tears." He dropped into an arm-chair with a little half-humorous moan of fatigue.
His character was weaker perhaps than Charles's, but the geniality of his writings bears testimony to his remarkable ability. He was only rescued from a condition little better than a tramp's by a kind friend. Charles's life was perhaps shortened by hypnotism. One of Kingsley's neighbours at Eversley was the late Sir W. Cope.
Those who know Eversley and Bramshill and Heckfield and Strathfieldsaye will acknowledge that it is so. But then how few are the Englishmen who travel to see the beauties of their own country! Newton Priory, or Newton Peele as the parish was called, lay somewhat west of these places, but was as charming as any of them. The entire parish belonged to Mr.
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