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At the present moment he felt in his mind an infinite hatred against the duke, Mr. Fothergill, Gumption & Gazebee, and all the tribes of Gatherum Castle and South Audley Street; they wanted to rob him of that which had belonged to the Sowerbys before the name of Omnium had been heard of in the county, or in England! The great leviathan of the deep was anxious to swallow him up as a prey!
Fothergill, or you will lose the craft you captured," Lieutenant Oliphant said; "they have already cut her free." The Chinese, indeed, who had been beaten below by the boarding party, had soon perceived the sudden departure of their captors, and gaining the deck again had cut the lashings which fastened them to the other junk, and were proceeding to hoist their sails. They were too late, however.
"Sir Humphrey's going on awful, sir; he's rung his bell three times, and asked how long it took you to go upstairs." Sullenly, and sorely against his will, Mr. Faulks rose and joined his chief. "I have asked for you several times," said Sir Humphrey Fothergill, a much younger man than Mr.
No one told you to climb the most ruinous bit of the whole place. And she didn't even know where the refectory was." Carroll groaned: "Don't, Ray: I can't bear it! I shall kill myself!" "No, you won't," said Fothergill. "You'll go safe home to your people at the rectory. No more of this." Archie hesitated, and then miserably dragged himself away.
"Harriet," said he, throwing himself back into an easy chair, "the game is pretty well up at last." "Nonsense," said she. "The game is not up at all if you have the spirit to carry it on." "I can only say that I got a formal notice this morning from the duke's lawyer, saying that he meant to foreclose at once; not from Fothergill, but from those people in South Audley Street."
The tradition in English fiction, which is most signally marked by "Pride and Prejudice," "Cranford," and "Barchester Towers," and which was so pleasantly continued by the late Dr. S. Weir Mitchell and by Margaret Deland, is admirably embodied in the work of this writer, whose work should be better known. The quiet blending of humor and pathos in "Miss Fothergill" is unusual.
Even supposing that the gentleman had found the cheque in his house, which was likely enough, he was not thereby justified in changing it, and applying the proceeds to his own purposes. Mr Walker told them that Mr Fothergill was right, and that the only excuse to be made for Mr Crawley was that he was out of his senses. "I don't see it," said Lord Lufton.
Fothergill immediately did, remarking, as she ushered her in, that "those were Mr. Carleton's favourite rooms." Fleda did not need to be told that; she put the remark and the benignity together, and drew a nervous inference. But Mrs. Fothergill was gone, and she was alone. Nobody was there, as Mrs. Carleton had said.
"The sauce!" said Mr Apjohn, in a voice that would have melted a hermit; and as he looked at Mr Fothergill, he pointed at the now distant sinner, who was dispensing his melted ambrosia at least ten heads upwards, away from the unfortunate supplicant. Mr Fothergill, however, knew where to look for balm for such wounds, and in a minute or two, Mr Apjohn was employed quite to his heart's content.
Margaret Fletcher more than the other two. Mary Ann Fothergill? She almost laughed at the thought of anybody missing Mary Ann. John Middleton? Hanford Weston? There was not a boy in the school she would miss for an instant, she told herself with conviction. Not one of them realized her ideal.
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