Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 8, 2025
Mr Fothergill pointed out that even supposing the gentleman's statement to be true, it by no means went towards establishing the gentleman's innocence. The cheque had been traced to the gentleman's hands, and the gentleman was bound to show how it had come into his possession.
Several of the Chinese fought stoutly, but the greater part lost heart at seeing themselves attacked by the "white devils," instead of, as they expected, overwhelming them by their superior numbers. Many began at once to jump overboard, and after two or three minutes' sharp fighting the rest either followed their example or were beaten below. Fothergill looked round.
Though he had flung a bitter word or two at Archie, his quarrel was with Destiny. No matter who had decreed this thing, Raymond Fothergill was in fierce revolt. And yet, through it all, he knew perfectly well that Sissy's death would hardly make any outward change in him. He was robbed of his best chance, but he did not pretend to himself that his heart was broken or that his life was over.
Weber died at Gottingen on June 23, 1891. WILLIAM Fothergill Cooke was born near Ealing on May 4, 1806, and was a son of Dr. William Cooke, a doctor of medicine, and professor of anatomy at the University of Durham. The boy was educated at a school in Durham, and at the University of Edinburgh. In 1826 he joined the East India Army, and held several staff appointments.
I could see now in the daylight that his face, although harsh and stern, was capable of assuming a not unkindly expression. "How are you, Mr. Fothergill West?" he cried. "I must apologise to you if I was a little brusque the other night you will excuse an old soldier who has spent the best part of his life in harness All the same, you must confess that you are rather dark-skinned for a Scotchman."
Mr Athill, who was a pleasant, chatty companion, had hardly seated himself, and was talking to Frank as quickly as he could, when Mr Fothergill, who sat at the bottom of the table, asked him to say grace. It seemed to be quite out of the question that the duke should take any trouble with his guests whatever.
Fothergill, furious at this treatment, caught one of the sticks, and wrenching it from the hands of the Chinaman tried to strike at him through the bars, a proceeding which excited shouts of laughter from the bystanders.
"We have with us this morning," he goes on, "one Lieutenant Cecil Fothergill, just arrived from London. Perhaps you saw him as he was shown in half an hour or so ago?" "The solemn-lookup gink with the long face, one wanderin' eye, and the square-set shoulders?" says I. "Him in the light tan ridin'-breeches and the black cutaway?" "Precisely," says Mr. Ellins. "Huh!" says I. "Army officer?
Half a dozen sailors at once sprang into her rigging with ropes, and after lashing the junks together leaped down upon her deck, where Fothergill was leading the gig's crew and some of those rescued from the pinnace, while Mr. Bellew, with another party, had boarded her at the stern.
He began some of the usual speeches in which men wrap up the ghastly word "death" in such disguise that it can hardly be recognized. The soldier cut him short: "Please to speak plain English, Dr. Grey." The doctor admitted the very greatest danger. "Danger yes," said Fothergill, "but is there any hope? I am not a fool I sha'n't go in and scare the women: is there any hope?"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking