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Updated: June 26, 2025
For as winter slowly changed to early spring it became known that something of great portent was under way. It was rumoured that the trustees of St. Asaph's Church were putting their heads together. This was striking news. The last time that the head of Mr. Lucullus Fyshe, for example, had been placed side by side with that of Mr.
They are half fyshe and half mayde of grate Beauty, and have been seen of divers godly and creditable witnesses swymming beside rocks, hidden to their waist in the sea, combing of their hayres, to the help of whych they carry a small mirrore of the bigness of their fingers." Pomfrey laid the book aside with a faint smile. To even this credulity he might come!
Fyshe, who was feeling in the sourest of democratic moods; "a man doesn't need to be a duke to have a stomach." "Oh, pooh, pooh!" said the president, waving the topic aside with his hand in the air; "I don't refer to that. Oh, not at all. I was thinking of his financial position an ancient family like the Dulhams; it seems too bad altogether." For, of course, to an archaeologist like Dr.
Of course we knew what they wanted. They meant us to hand them over fifty dollars each to stuff into their rascally pockets." "Outrageous!" said Mr. Furlong. "And the same thing with the cemetery land deal," went on Mr. Lucullus Fyshe.
Newberry, "to see a set of men like these all going into a thing like this, not thinking of their own interests a bit?" Mr. Fyshe, as chairman, addressed the meeting. He told them they were there to initiate a great free voluntary movement of the people. It had been thought wise, he said, to hold it with closed doors and to keep it out of the newspapers.
Fyshe paused a moment and then he said very quietly, "We are quite sure," and he exchanged a look with Mr. Boulder that meant volumes to those who would read it. "I hope you didn't mind my questioning you in that fashion," said Mr. Newberry, as he and Mr. Fyshe strolled home from the club.
He has heard it said that everyone of these scoundrels has been paid from twenty-five to fifty dollars a winter to connive at it." "Dear me," said the listener. "Abominable, is it not?" said Mr. Fyshe. "But as I said to Rasselyer-Brown, what can one do if the citizens themselves take no interest in these things.
In fact it is one of the ideas of the day and everyone admits that what is needed is the application of the ordinary business principles of harmonious combination, with a proper er restriction of output and general economy of operation." "Very good," said Mr. Furlong, "I'm sure if you're willing to try, the rest of us are." "All right," said Mr. Fyshe.
"Are you inviting anyone else tonight?" asked Mr. Furlong. "I should have liked to ask your father," said Mr. Fyshe, "but unfortunately he is out of town." What Mr. Fyshe really meant was, "I am extremely glad not to have to ask your father, whom I would not introduce to the Duke on any account." Indeed, Mr. Furlong, senior, the father of the rector of St.
Wanted you at the club for dinner, and now it turns out that the club's all upset waiters' strike or some such rascality and the Palaver, so I hear, is in the same fix. Could you possibly " Here Mr. Fyshe paused, listening a moment, and then went on, "Yes, yes; an excellent idea most kind of you. Pray do send your motor to the hotel and give the Duke a bite of dinner.
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