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Having disengaged his squadron from the numerous enemies with whom he was every where surrounded, and having joined Sir John Chichely, his rear-admiral, who had been separated from him, he made haste to the relief of Sprague, who was hard pressed by Tromp's squadron. The Royal Prince, in which Sprague first engaged, was so disabled, that he was obliged to hoist his flag on board the St.
We hurried along the moonlit road, then struck into a bridle-path, being bound for Major Robert Beverly's plantation, he being supposed to know naught of it, and indeed after his issuing of orders he had ridden to Jamestown, to see Sir Henry Chichely, and keep him quiet with a game at piquet, which he much affected.
If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them." "Well, make up, make up," said Mr. Standish, jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day." Mr. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. The Miss Vincy who had the honor of being Mr.
After the word chicanery there was a growing noise, half of murmurs and half of hisses, while four persons started up at once Mr. Hawley, Mr. Toller, Mr. Chichely, and Mr. Hackbutt; but Mr. Hawley's outburst was instantaneous, and left the others behind in silence. "If you mean me, sir, I call you and every one else to the inspection of my professional life.
For my part I have some fellow-feeling with Dr. Sprague: one's self-satisfaction is an untaxed kind of property which it is very unpleasant to find deprecated. Lydgate's remark, however, did not meet the sense of the company. Mr. Vincy said, that if he could have his way, he would not put disagreeable fellows anywhere. "Hang your reforms!" said Mr. Chichely.
I strove to rise from my couch, and the vague thought of finding a weapon and committing some crime so grave that the stocks would be out of the question as a punishment for it, was in my fevered brain. "As well go to a branch of a locust-tree blown by the May wind with honey for all seeking noses, as to Chichely," said Parson Downs.
"I suppose his relations in the North back him up." "I hope so," said Mr. Chichely, "else he ought not to have married that nice girl we were all so fond of. Hang it, one has a grudge against a man who carries off the prettiest girl in the town." "Ay, by God! and the best too," said Mr. Standish. "My friend Vincy didn't half like the marriage, I know that," said Mr. Chichely. "He wouldn't do much.
How is he to know the action of a poison? You might as well say that scanning verse will teach you to scan the potato crops." "You are aware, I suppose, that it is not the coroner's business to conduct the post-mortem, but only to take the evidence of the medical witness?" said Mr. Chichely, with some scorn. "Who is often almost as ignorant as the coroner himself," said Lydgate.
Chichely might be the very coroner without bias as to the coats of the stomach, but he had not meant to be personal. This was one of the difficulties of moving in good Middlemarch society: it was dangerous to insist on knowledge as a qualification for any salaried office. Fred Vincy had called Lydgate a prig, and now Mr.
Chichely, a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity, who had a complexion something like an Easter egg, a few hairs carefully arranged, and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. "Yes, but not my style of woman: I like a woman who lays herself out a little more to please us. There should be a little filigree about a woman something of the coquette.
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