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"They seemed quite solid." "But they wore long robes," said Alice. "Did they now?" said Mrs. Malling, wagging her head meaningly. "But the lore has it that spectres is flimsy things as ye can see through like the steam from under the lid of a stewpan." "Ye es," said Alice thoughtfully. "All I can say is, that I wonder George Iredale can live beside that graveyard.
But she now strove to aid the rector's admirable effort to be serene, and proved herself a clever talker, and well informed on the events of the day. Of her Malling got a fairly clear impression. But his impression of her husband was confused and almost nebulous. "Do you smoke?" asked Mr. Harding, when lunch was over. Malling said that he did. "Then come and have a cigar in my study."
It was more delightful to him by reason of the knowledge that he would have to pay up for it afterwards with extra exertions and overtime work. "You didn't tell us when you were coming," said Alice. "Didn't know myself. Thought I'd ride over from Iredale's place on spec'." "And you're come from there now?" asked Mrs. Malling. Prudence looked up eagerly.
Good night." As Malling went away into the darkness he heard the professor snapping out to himself, as he stood before his house bareheaded: "Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings! Très bien! But reverend gentlemen of St. Joseph's! I shall have to look for telergic power in my acquaintance Randall Cantuar, when I want it! By Jove!" "If in doubt, study Lady Sophia."
All her anger against the prostrate man had vanished; a world of pity was in her eyes as she silently looked on. The parson summoned some of the men. "Bear a hand, boys," he said, in a business-like tone which deceived no one. "We'd better get him into the house." Then, seeing Mrs. Malling, he went on, "Get Prudence away at once. She must not see."
Harding was one, left the church. Henry Chichester and the fair, athletic-looking curate remained. Mailing took his hat and made his way slowly to the door. As he emerged a young man stopped him and said: "If you please, sir, the rector would like to speak to you if you could wait just a moment. You are Mr. Malling, I believe." "Yes. How could you know?" "Mr.
He had seen, he had heard, enough to make his report to the professor, and he resolved to go. He held out his hand. "Oh, but," said Chichester, pressing one hand to his forehead, "I'm so selfish, so forgetful in my great grief! Surely you said you had come on some matter of importance." "It will wait," said Malling. "Another day. Go and rest now. You need rest. Any one can see that."
In his stall sat the rector with downcast eyes. Malling could not at that moment discern his expression. His large figure and important powerful head and face showed almost like those of a carven effigy in the lowered light of the chancel.
But the preacher would be full in his view. The organ sounded; the procession appeared. Over the heads of worshipers he was a tall man Malling perceived both Mr. Harding and Chichester. The latter took his place at the end of the left-hand row of light-colored oaken stalls next to the congregation. Malling could see him well. But the rector was hidden from him. He fixed his eyes upon Chichester.
Her ladyship!" cried out the professor. "What are you about, Malling?" And he refused to say another word on the matter till Malling, after much more conversation on other topics, got up to go. Then, accompanying him to the front door, the professor said: "You know I think it's probably all great nonsense." "What?" "Your two black-coated friends. You bustle along at such a pace.
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