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It took Peggy quite a month to appreciate the meaning of the mobilization of Major Fox, R.F.A. A brigade of Territorial artillery flowed over Durdlebury, and the sacred and sleepy meadows became a mass of guns and horse-lines and men in khaki, and waggons and dingy canvas tents and the old quiet streets were thick with unaccustomed soldiery.

He had cut out Durdlebury for ever from his scheme of existence. If he got through the war, he and Peggy would go out somewhere into the great world where there was man's work to do. Parliament! Peggy had suggested it as a sort of country gentleman's hobby that would keep him amused during the London seasons so might prospective bride have talked to prospective husband fifty years ago. Parliament!

"You've brought a man a valet?" asked Peggy. "It seems so." "Then you must be getting on." "I don't think he turns you out very well," said Doggie. "You must really let one of the servants see about your things, Oliver," said Mrs. Conover, moving towards the porch. "What will people say?" He strode after her, and kissed her. "Oh, you dear old Durdlebury Aunt! Now I know I'm in England again.

Dad says he can easily get you one through his old friend General Gadsby at the War Office. If he doesn't, and you're unfit, I'll stick to you through thick and thin, and make the young women of Durdlebury wish they'd never been born." She put out her hand. Doggie took it. "Very well," said he, "I agree." She laughed, and ran to the door. "Where are you going?" "To the telephone to ring up Dr.

"Laddie," said Phineas, standing on the hearthrug, his hands on his hips, "if you had posed the question in the polite language of the precincts of Durdlebury Cathedral, I might have been at a loss to reply. But the manly invocation of hell shows me that your foot is already on the upward path. If you had prefaced it by the adjective that gives colour to all the aspirations of the British Army, it would have been better. But I'm not reproaching you, laddie. Poco

"You yourself said it was a good old war and it has taught us a lot of things." "It has," said Oliver. "But I never expected to hear Huaheine called Durdlebury by you, Doggie. Oh, Lord! I must have another drink. Where's your glass? Say when?" They parted for the night the best of friends.

His landlord found him at seven o'clock in the morning asleep in an arm-chair. After a bath and a change and breakfast, Doggie went out for one of his solitary walks. At Durdlebury such a night as the last would have kept him in bed in a darkened room for most of the following day.

He could have had his bishopric; but he knew that the choice lay between him and Chanways, a flaming spirit, eager for power, who hadn't the sacred charge of a cathedral, and he declined. And now Chanways was a force in the Church and the country, and was making things hum. If he, Conover, after fifteen years of Durdlebury, had accepted, he would have lost the power to make things hum.

Doggie wrinkled lips and brow in a curious smile. "I'll be frank too. You see, I've been living among men, instead of a pack of old women." "I suppose that's it," Peggy said thoughtfully. "It's a dud sort of place, Durdlebury," said he. "Dud?" He laughed. "It never goes off." "You used to say, in your letters, that you longed for it." "Perhaps I do now in a way. I don't know."

Marmaduke had learned in the army, the lower sank the army in Peddle's estimation. To sell Denby Hall over his head! Why, the place and all about it was his! So deeply are squatters' rights implanted in the human instinct. Doggie marched along the familiar high road, strangely exhilarated. What was to be his future he neither knew nor cared. At any rate, it would not lie in Durdlebury.

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