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To go back to vegetation in Durdlebury, even with so desirable a companion cabbage as Peggy, just when he was beginning to conjecture what there might be of joy and thrill in life the thought dismayed him; and the sudden dismay found expression in his rhetorical outburst. "Oh, if you want to travel for a year or two, I'm all for it," cried Peggy. "I can't say I've seen much of the world.
Folks of strange habit and speech walked in it, and, gazing at the Gothic splendour of the place, saw through the mist of autumn and the mist of tears not Durdlebury but Louvain.
You'll see after the storing of them, won't you?" "Of course, Mr. Trevor." Mr. Spooner drove away in his little car, a much dazed man. Like the rest of Durdlebury and the circumjacent county, he had assumed that when the war was over Mr. James Marmaduke Trevor would lead his bride from the Deanery into Denby Hall, where the latter, in her own words, would proceed to make things hum.
Happiness once more settled on Doggie Trevor. For the next two or three days he and Peggy tackled the serious problem of the reorganization of Denby Hall. Peggy had the large ideas of a limited though acute brain, stimulated by social ambitions. When she became mistress of Denby Hall, she intended to reverse the invisible boundary that included it in Durdlebury and excluded it from the County.
The saturated essence of Durdlebury ran in Marmaduke's blood: an honourable essence, a proud essence; an essence of all that is statically beautiful and dignified in English life; but an essence which, without admixture of wilder and more fluid elements, is apt to run thick and clog the arteries. Marmaduke was coddled from his birth. The Dean, then a breezy, energetic man, protested.
And your heart is young and not coated with the holy varnish of callousness, which is a secret preparation known only to those who have served a long apprenticeship in a severe school of egotism." "That's all very well," cried Doggie, "but what the " Phineas waved an interrupting hand. "You've got to go back, laddie. You've got to whip all the moral courage in you and go back to Durdlebury.
"We'll put you all right as soon as we get you back to Durdlebury. I suppose you won't refuse to come this time." "Yes, I'll come this time," said Doggie. So he promised, and the talk drifted on to casual lines. She gave him the mild chronicle of the sleepy town, described plays which she had seen on her rare visits to London, sketched out a programme for his all too short visit to the Deanery.
It is absurdity. We are going to meet as soon as wounds and war will let me, and I am not your 'Cher Monsieur, but your 'Cher Dog-gie, and " "Here is a letter for you, brought by hand," said the nurse, bustling to his bedside. It was from Peggy. "Oh, lord!" said Doggie. Peggy was there. She had arrived from Durdlebury all alone, the night before, and was putting up at an hotel.
The sleepy society of the place accepted him as a young man of unquestionable birth and irreproachable morals. He could play the piano, the harp, the viola, the flute, and the clarinet, and sing a very true mild tenor. As secretary of the Durdlebury Musical Association, he filled an important position in the town. Dr. Flint Joshua Flint, Mus.
I've gone cold and I've gone hungry, and men have knocked me about and I've knocked men about and I've lost the Durdlebury sense of social values. In the wilds if a man once gets the name, say, of Duck-Eyed Joe, it sticks to him, and he accepts it and answers to it, and signs 'Duck-Eyed Joe' on an IOU and honours the signature."
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