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A very particular account of this intrigue is to be seen in the Atalantis of Mrs. Manley, vol. i., p. 30. The same writer, who had lived as companion to the Duchess of Cleveland, says, in the account of her own life, that she was an eye-witness when the duke, who had received thousands from the duchess, refused the common civility of lending her twenty guineas at basset.
"He was sure to be asleep," said Mr. Manley quickly. "He always did sleep in the evening generally from the time he finished his cigar till he went to bed. I think he acquired the habit from coming back from hunting, tired and sleepy. Besides, I came down for a drink between eleven and twelve, and I'm almost sure I heard him snore. He snored like the devil." "Slept every evening, did he?
Manley had received his appointment as commandant of the fort; but as the buildings were not as yet fully completed, nor would be fit for a lady's reception during the winter, it was settled that the young couple should wait until next spring to be married, when it was hoped that the chaplain at Fort Harwood would be able to come over and perform the ceremony.
At a few minutes past eight the next morning he was roused from the deep dreamless sleep which follows good food and good wine well digested, by a loud knocking on his door. It was not the loud, steady and prolonged knocking which the third housemaid found necessary to wake him. It was more vigorous and more staccato and jerkier. Also, a voice was calling loudly: "Mr. Manley, sir! Mr. Manley! Mr.
There's that knife which was in the inkstand on the library table stickin' in 'is 'eart," said Wilkins in a dismal voice. Mr. Manley glanced at the dead man. He looked to have been stabbed as he slept. His body had sagged down in the chair, and his head was sunk between his shoulders, so that he appeared almost neckless. His once so florid face was of an even, dead, yellowish pallor. Mr.
She glanced down at her tailored suit with true feminine dissatisfaction. "But everything was so so confused, with your being late, and sick is your head better, dear?" Manley, in very few words, assured her that it was.
They made their last camp together at a brackish water-hole near the edge of the plain which Manley had described. Beyond it they could see the snow-clad peak. They repeated to one another the legends on the Williams map, its promise of a pass close by that summit and of a fertile valley leading to the gold-fields in the north.
I have been in a dreadful state of alarm and anxiety, thinking that Manley I mean Lieutenant Broadstreet and his men had been killed. Maysotta has somewhat relieved my mind. But where is he? Has he been unable to come and look for me?" The assurance I gave that Manley was well, and not far off, soon restored Clarice to her usual composure.
"Well, then, I'll telegraph to Paley and Carrington, and ask Mr. Carrington to come down," said Mr. Manley. "Please," said Olivia. Mr. Manley hesitated; then he said: "And I suppose that I'd better be getting some one to make arrangements about the funeral?" "Please do everything you think necessary," said Olivia. "In fact, you'd better manage everything till Mr. Carrington comes.
But the contempt in Val's face did not change. "Well, you'll have to hunt for it if you want it. The cow a Wishbone cow, mind you! came and claimed it; I let her have it. No stolen goods can remain on this ranch with my knowledge, Manley Fleetwood. Please remember " "Oh, you turned it out, did you? You turned it out?" He had her by the throat, shaking her as a puppy shakes a purloined shoe.
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