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Milsom was invited to sup at the castle. Several friendly rubbers were played by Mrs. Trimmer, the cook; Matthew Brook, the coachman; James Harwood, and Thomas Milsom, known to the company as Mr. Maunders.

I know that's a fact, for Maunders told it me himself. 'What about the dwarfs when they get old? inquired the landlord. 'The older a dwarf is, the better worth he is, returned Mr Vuffin; 'a grey-headed dwarf, well wrinkled, is beyond all suspicion.

We'll start for Devonshire together by the first coach that leaves London to-morrow morning." Black Milsom, otherwise Mr. Maunders, kept a close watch on Raynham Castle, through the agency of his friend, James Harwood, whose visits he encouraged by the most liberal treatment, and for whom he was always ready to brew a steaming jorum of punch. Mr.

"Maunders told me that if I came to see you it might be to my advantage." "I think it will," replied Mr. Jarvice. "Have you seen this morning's paper?" "On'y the 'Sportsman'." "Then you have probably not noticed that your cousin, John Lattery, has been killed in the Alps." He handed his newspaper to Hine, who glanced at it indifferently. "Well, how does that affect me?" he asked.

Maunders had certainly not left the village by any public conveyance. It was late when Mr. Larkspur returned to the castle, after having mastered this fact. He found that Lady Eversleigh had been inquiring for him; and he was told that she had requested he might be sent to her apartments at whatever time he returned.

"Why, you don't think he had anything to do with that, Joe Harris?" exclaimed the butler. Andrew Larkspur took occasion to look at Matthew Brook at this moment; and he saw the coachman's honest face grow pallid, as if under the influence of some sudden terror. "You don't believe as Maunders had a hand in stealing the child, eh, Joe Harris?" repeated the butler. Joe Harris shook his head solemnly.

"We must be off, Maunders, old fellow," said the coachman, with a certain thickness of utterance. "Right you are, Mat," answered Stephen. "You've had quite enough of that 'ere liquor, and so have we all. Good night, Mr. Maunders, and thank you kindly for a jolly evening. Come, Jim. Come, Mat, old boy off we go!" "No, no," cried Mr.

Maunders," remonstrated the groom. "I was on the point of telling you that our head-coachman had a holiday this Christmas; and where does he go but up to London, to see his friends, which live there; and while in London where does he go but to Drury Lane Theatre; and while coming out of Drury Lane Theatre who does he set his eyes on but Miss Payland, Lady Eversleigh's own maid, as large as life, and hanging on the arm of a respectable elderly man, which might be her father.

"What do you hope for if you have no faith in the coming of Christ?" "I hope for nothing at all." "I pity you. Really, you believe in no future amelioration?" "I believe, alas, that a dotard Heaven maunders over an exhausted Earth." The bell-ringer raised his hands and sadly shook his head.

Here is part of the Cantab's epigram: "To Oxenford the King has gone, With all his mighty peers, That hath in peace maintained us, These five or six long years." The poem maunders on for half a dozen lines, and "loses itself in the sands," like the River Rhine, without coming to any particular point or conclusion.