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Updated: June 12, 2025
Indeed, I was going to propose, later on, that we hold our future meetings in a place to be agreed on. This is just a preliminary talk; and when a dozen people meet to discuss, it's handier as a rule to have some one in the chair. . . . You agree? . . . Then for form's sake, I propose that we elect a chairman." "And I propose Mrs Steele," added Mr Hambly. "Seconded," said Farmer Best. "Damn it!"
That is how men improve their knowledge, and, through their knowledge, their wellbeing by sifting out what is relevant. "Do you suppose that irrelevances account for this war any more than they account for a fire or a pestilence; or that they will any more help us to grapple with it? Truly it would seem so," sighed Mr Hambly.
As like as not they'll be trying to come it over us; and if we leave it to Hambly " "Him?" Mrs Polsue sniffed. "You leave it to me!" The Vicar welcomed them in the porch, and his pleasantly courteous smile, which took their friendliness for granted, disarmed Mrs Polsue for a moment. "It took the starch out of you straight: I couldn't help noticin'," was Miss Oliver's comment, later in the day.
I have some reason to believe that he is a God-fearing man, though his religion does not take a er congregational turn. Moreover, he is a sick man." "H'mph!" Miss Oliver sniffed. "The amount of disease disseminated by house-flies is, I am told, incalculable," pursued Mr Hambly.
"There's another, unless I disremember," snapped Mrs Climoe, "that forbids 'ee to covet your naybour's wife." While Mr Hambly sought for a gentle reproof for this, Mrs Penhaligon, pale of face, rested a hand against her gate-post, and said she very gently but in a white scorn "What is this talk of naybours, quarrelin' or comfortin' or succourin' or bearin' witness?
"Hambly," he said, "you have to hear Confession. I am going to tell you something I have kept secret even from my wife. . . . I have written to the Bishop asking his permission to volunteer for service." "May God bring you safely back, my friend! If I were younger. . . . And the Army will want chaplains." "But I am not offering myself as a chaplain." "How, then?"
Or is it witchcraft you'd be layin' on us? . . . Take up your gold, however you came by it, an' fetch your shadow off my doorstep, or I'll " She advanced on poor Nicky-Nan, who backed out to the side gate and into the lane before her wrath, and found himself of a sudden taken on both flanks: on the one by Mrs Climoe, who had spied upon his visit and found her malicious curiosity too much for her; on the other by gentle old Mr Hambly returning from a stroll along the cliffs.
"You shall know what it is," said he, on the instant correcting himself to tenderness, "when I've taken hat and stick and gone out and wrestled with it." As luck would have it, on his way down the hill he encountered Mr Hambly, and delivered his message. "The notion is that we form a small Emergency Committee. Here at home, in the next few weeks or months, many things will want doing.
"The gen'leman from London," he announced, "will count ten slowly, an' we're to watch out what happens. He says it acted very well at Holloway last week." On the instant, as Mr Boult drew out his watch, the audience hushed itself, as for a conjuring seance. Mr Hambly passed a hand over his brow, and sighed. "One two three " counted Mr Boult, and a mortuary silence descended on all.
" And old Hambly kow-towing like a Puss-in-Boots till I could have wrung his neck for him and you weakenin' and playin' gentility as you picked it up, like another cat after a mouse and myself the only one left to show 'em plain that we weren't to be put upon yes, and after you'd hoped, up to the very door, that whatever happened, I'd take a proper stand!"
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