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Updated: June 22, 2025
That morning, a careless letter enclosing the payment of a debt, and written by a young actor, who had formed part of one of the bohemian parties at the Abbey, during the summer, and had now been playing for a week in the Markborough theatre, had given Meryon the clue to the many vague conjectures or perplexities which had already crossed his mind with regard to Hester's origin and history.
Alice Puttenham sat very still, in the quiet shadowy room, her eyes closed, her hands crossed over the miniature, the Markborough paper lying on the floor beside her.
He had recognized from the beginning that nothing of what he had done was really welcome or acceptable to Bishop Craye. While he, on his side, felt himself a benefactor to the Church in general, and to the Bishop of Markborough in particular, instinctively he knew that the Bishop's taste ungratefully disapproved of him; and the knowledge contributed an extra shade of pomposity to his manner.
Manvers talk to me." "Oh, but you must read it! I hope you won't mind my quoting a long bit from it?" The speaker turned to Manvers again. "There is a clerical conference at Markborough next week, at which I am reading a paper. I want to make 'em all read you! What? Tea? I should think so!" Then, to his hostess: "Will you mind if I drink a good deal?
She thought herself quite alone this quiet afternoon, and likely to remain so. Hester, who had been lunching with her, had gone shopping into Markborough with the schoolroom maid, and was afterward to meet Sarah and Lulu at a garden party in the Cathedral Close. Lady Fox-Wilton had just left her sister's house after a long, querulous, excited visit, the latest of many during the past week.
They arrived half an hour before breakfast, but were not accessible to any one till the master of the house had distributed them. Theresa looked up from hers with an exclamation. "Stephen hopes to get over for dinner to-night!" "Unfortunate as I may very probably not see him," said her father, sharply. "I am going to Markborough, and may have to stay the night!"
Norham with a secretary and a valet, much preoccupied, and chewing the fag-end of certain Cabinet deliberations in the morning; Flaxman's charming sister, Lady Helen Varley, and her husband; his elder brother, Lord Wanless, unmarried, an expert on armour, slightly eccentric, but still, in the eyes of all intriguing mothers, and to his own annoyance, more than desirable as a husband owing to the Wanless collieries and a few other trifles of the same kind; the Bishop of Markborough; Canon France and his sister; a young poet whose very delicate muse had lodged itself oddly in the frame of an athlete; a high official in the Local Government Board, Mr.
But in the Markborough diocese alone we have won over perhaps a fifth of the clergy, and the dioceses all round are moving. As to the rapidity of the movement in the last few months it has been nothing short of amazing!" "And what is the end to be? Not only oh! Not only to destroy!" said Mary. The soft intensity of the voice, the beauty of the look, touched him strangely.
The three suits from the Markborough diocese took precedence, and were to be followed by half a dozen others test cases from different parts of England. But on the Markborough suits everything turned.
The servant whispered, and she returned at once. "Mr. Meynell is here," she said, hesitating. "You will let me send him away?" Alice Puttenham opened her eyes. "I can't see him. But please give him some tea. He'll have walked from Markborough." Mary prepared to obey. "I'll come back afterward." Alice roused herself further. "No there is the meeting afterward. You said you were going."
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