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Herrmannstadt is the seat of the Protestant Bishop of Transylvania, and there is a fine old church, which, however, has suffered severely in the process of restoration. The interior of the church is in that unhappy condition which bespeaks the churchwarden's period whitewash plastered over everything, obliterating lights and shades and rare carvings beneath a glare of uncouth cleanliness.
But he had no hesitation in doing all manner of things without more than a perfunctory consultation with the Vicar, and the Vicar, though always ready to be saved trouble, much resented the churchwarden's managing ways. He really seemed to look upon himself as the most important person in the parish. Mr.
There was a good deal of Church talk, as was natural, at the churchwarden's table, where three clergymen were dining for Mr Morgan's curate was there as well; and the Curate of St Roque's, who was slightly hot-tempered, could not help feeling himself disapproved of. It was not, on the whole, a satisfactory evening.
And, so help me, I'll stop at one bottle, my lady, and play as small as a Churchwarden's club! And, Lord, I don't see why we should not be as happy together as James and Betty! She shook her head; but kindly, with tears in her eyes and a trembling lip.
"I wonder if you know what you mean yourselves, you women," he muttered; and then, with a shrug of his shoulders, and a hasty "settle it as you please," the churchwarden's boots creaked hastily out of the room, and out of the house. After this a dead silence fell upon the drawing-room and its two occupants.
A stranger in the town, Miss Rodney was recommended to the lodgings of Mrs. Ducker, a churchwarden's widow; but there she remained only for a week or two, and it was understood that she left because the rooms 'lacked character. Some persons understood this as an imputation on Mrs.
Have you a seat?" "Yes, yes, come with me. You have got on your famous bonnet, I see?" "Yes; do you like it? It is a little showy, is it not? What a multitude of people! Where is your husband?" "Showy! Oh, no, it is splendid. My husband is in the churchwarden's pew; he left before me; he is becoming a fanatic he speaks of lunching on radishes and lentils."
"There are fine women there," he would say, removing his long churchwarden's pipe from his mouth and waving it to give emphasis.
You can't deny, Maria," she said deprecatingly to the churchwarden's wife, "that you have always held out that you were the real Joliffes, and been a little sore with me and Anstice for calling ourselves by what we thought we had a right to. Well, now there will be one less outside your family to use the name of Joliffe, for Anstice is going to give it up.
My Lady Oxon she would have been, if either of them had been a fortune. But 'twas Fate and which jilted the other, Heaven knows. And if 'twas he who played false, and he would come back now, he will find he hath fire to deal with for my Lady Dunstanwolde is a fierce creature yet, though her eye shines so soft in these days." And he puffed at his churchwarden's pipe and grinned.
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