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Upon the following day the Earl of Leicester and his following rode to Manningtree, and took boat down the Stour to Harwich, where the fleet, under Admiral William Borough, was lying. Here they embarked, and on the 9th of December sailed for Flushing, where they were joined by another fleet of sixty ships from the Thames. More than a year passed. The English had fought sturdily in Holland. Mr.
Trevor's death when a surveyor was called in by Marmaduke to put the old house in order, that a disused well at the back of the house was found to be half filled with hundreds of whisky bottles secretly thrown in by Phineas McPhail. The Dean and Mr. Manningtree, although ignorant of McPhail's habits, agreed in calling him a lazy hound and a parasite on their fond sister-in-law.
She had brought him flowers, cigarettes of the exquisite kind that Doggie used to smoke, chocolates.... She sat down by his bedside. "All this is more than gracious, Mrs. Manningtree," said Phineas. "To a vieux routier like me, it is a wee bit overwhelming." "It's very little to do for Doggie's best friend." Phineas's eyes twinkled.
"I've been racking my brains all the morning," replied Phineas, "to recall the address, and out of the darkness there emerges just two words, Port Royal. If you know Paris, does that help you at all?" "I don't know Paris," replied Peggy humbly. "I don't know anything. I'm utterly ignorant." "I beg entirely to differ from you, Mrs. Manningtree," said Phineas.
His lordship kept open Christmas that year at Chilton Abbey, and there was great festivity, chiefly devised and carried out by the household, as Fareham and his wife were too much of the modern fashion, and too cosmopolitan in their ideas, to appreciate the fuss and feasting of an English Christmas. They submitted, however, to the festival as arranged for them by Mr. Manningtree and Mrs.
She thought that no child had ever had such a strange attitude to a deceased parent as hers to Mr. Moze. She had anticipated the inquest with an awful dread; it proved to be a trifle, and a ridiculous trifle. In the long weekly letter which she wrote to her adored school-friend Ethel at Manningtree she had actually likened the coroner to a pecking fowl!
There is no evidence which makes it certain that the morbidity of the public would have taken the form of witch-hanging, had it not been for the leadership of Hopkins and Stearne. The Manningtree affair started very much as a score of others in other times. It had just this difference, that two pushing men took the matter up and made of it an opportunity.
Then, if you like, rejoin the train at Manningtree, and resume your journey.
"I'm afraid he's a young devil," said the Rector, not without paternal pride. "But he has the makings of a man." "So has Marmaduke," replied the Dean. "Bosh!" said Mr. Manningtree. When Oliver went to Rugby, happier days than ever dawned for Marmaduke. There were only the holidays to fear.
Leave that to the politicians and the philosophers and the theologians, and other such windy expositors of the useless. But you can express yourself in deeds." "How?" "Find Jeanne for Doggie." Peggy bent forward with a queer light in her eyes. "Does she love him really love him as he deserves to be loved?" "It is not often, Mrs. Manningtree, that I commit myself to a definite statement.
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