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"A monumental farce." Ex-Governor Broadbent. "Who is Mr. Crewe?" Senator Whitredge. "I have been very busy. I do not know what candidates are in the field." Mr. Augustus P. Flint, president of the Northeastern Railroads. "I have heard that a Mr. Crewe is a candidate, but I do not know much about him. They tell me he is a summer resident at Leith." The Honourable Hilary Vane.
There was cider, ale, brandy, and plenty of good Bordeaux wine, some which Colonel Esmond himself had brought home with him to the colony, and which was fit for ponteeficis coenis, said little Mr. Dempster, with a wink to Mr. Broadbent, the clergyman of the adjoining parish. Mr.
"Bah! he has had the effrontery," he said petulantly, "to send me what he calls a new mode of treatment and it is in every essential that of Broadbent, well known for more than a quarter of a century. New indeed! I shall never find a doctor who has any scientific acumen. I may as well abandon the search now. Mon Dieu! and they call medicine a science!
The mistake his depreciators make, however, is in thinking that his story ends here. The truth about Mr. Shaw is not quite so simple as that. The truth about Mt. Shaw cannot be told until we realize that he is an artist, not only in the invention of his own life, but in the observation of the lives of other people. His Broadbent is as wonderful a figure as his George Bernard Shaw.
'Do you remember, my father told him never to see his face again unless he found Alwyn? Broadbent came in at the moment with the coffee-pot, and stood suspended, as he was told what had happened, Mark adding the detail: 'He was crossing the line in front of the engine. 'Yes, sir, said the butler. 'It is an awful dispensation. No doubt he knew it was all up with him.
Broadbent; at the touch Shaw poured forth a torrent of theory, explaining that climate was the only thing that affected nationality; and that whatever races came into the English or Irish climate would become like the English or Irish.
Brownlow came at last, and was very kind and helpful, taking the command, and insisting that Mr. Egremont should go to bed, and take the dose which he mixed. Broadbent, the butler, was to take Gregorio's place, but he was a ponderous man, without much tact, and unused to the valet's office. 'I might just as well have a rhinoceros about me, said Mr.
"A monumental farce." Ex-Governor Broadbent. "Who is Mr. Crewe?" Senator Whitredge. "I have been very busy. I do not know what candidates are in the field." Mr. Augustus P. Flint, president of the Northeastern Railroads. "I have heard that a Mr. Crewe is a candidate, but I do not know much about him. They tell me he is a summer resident at Leith." The Honourable Hilary Vane.
In Man and Superman, in Arms and the Man, and in John Bull's Other Island, the hero is in each case nothing more nor less than a new impersonation of Bernard Shaw. Broadbent, in John Bull's Other Island, is not a person at all; he is a brilliantly conceived caricature of English stupidity; he is a general idea, not an individual.
Broadbent, nicknamed "Brocade" on account of her weakness for old-time silks and satins, was saying things about the auto party in much the same sort of aggrieved tones that the favorite dog was using. "Wait until she meets you at the post-office," Nat reminded Ned. "Maybe she won't rustle her silks and satins at you."
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