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Updated: June 10, 2025
"Do you know, Plimsoll is one of the most gifted" he was holding a match to his pipe as he spoke "gifted young artists in the country and two days ago he was literally hungry " David took his pipe from his mouth and looked at Peter to see the effect of his words. "It's very sad, very" Peter Knott's tone was sympathetic "but after all, they're young; they could enlist, couldn't they?"
She objected to extenuating circumstances in this connection, yet, as she admitted, reason usually underlay all Dr. Knott's statements. She divined, moreover, that reason, just now, touched upon matters inconveniently intimate. She abstained, therefore, from protest or comment. But, since feminine emotion, even in the least weakly of the sex, is bound to find an outlet, she turned upon poor Mr.
It was twilight as he entered the village of Callam, and, asking a homeward-bound labourer the way to Daniel Knott's, learned that it was by the church, which showed its stumpy ivy-clad spire on a slight elevation of ground; a useful addition to the means of identifying that desirable homestead afforded by Daniel's description 'the prittiest place iver you see' though a small cow-yard full of excellent manure, and leading right up to the door, without any frivolous interruption from garden or railing, might perhaps have been enough to make that description unmistakably specific.
"I'm not very busy but you know that's rather a good thing now I'm a special constable." Peter Knott's single eyeglass wandered over the unwieldy frame sitting opposite him. "A special constable?" he echoed. David puffed complacently. "Sergeant," he replied. Peter Knott dropped his glass. "Really, you know, Saunderson.
For Lady Calmady lay so very still, her sweet face showed so transparent against the rose-silk, muslin-covered pillows, that the younger woman was shaken by a swift dread that Dr. Knott's melancholy predictions had already found fulfilment, and that the lovely, labour-wasted body had already let the valiant, love-wasted soul depart.
Knott's broad, cumbersome back, and high, two-wheeled trap blocked the road, while Timothy, the old groom, stiff-kneed now and none too active, slowly pushed open the heavy, white gate of the inner park. As Richard rode up, the doctor turned in his seat and looked at him from under his rough eyebrows, while his loose lips worked into a half-ironical smile.
She broke off abruptly, her hands fell at her sides, and she sat rigidly upright, her lips parted, staring blankly at the dancing flames. In repeating Dr. Knott's statement Ormiston had purposely abstained from all mention of Richard Calmady's accident and its tragic sequel. He could not bring himself to speak to Katherine of that.
Richard said, wisdom whipping up good resolutions once more, and bidding him check the gladness that gained on him at thought of that approaching meeting. Oh yes! he would be discreet, he would erect barriers, he would flee temptation. Knott's presence offered a finely rugged barrier, surely. Therefore, he repeated, "Come in now.
At the commencement of this harangue she met her brother-in-law's rather depreciative scrutiny with her bold little stare in his present mood Ormiston found her vivacity tedious, though he was usually willing enough to laugh at her extravagancies then she whipped Julius in with a side glance, and concluded with her round eyes set on Dr. Knott's rough-hewn and weather-beaten countenance.
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