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And thus did a young man begin his career as Gaston Belward, gentleman. How that career was continued there are many histories: Jock Lawson's mother tells of it in her way, Mrs. Gasgoyne in hers, Hovey in hers, Captain Maudsley in his; and so on. Each looks at it from an individual stand-point.
The distinction here drawn is so great and obvious that for proof of the German girl's case we need better evidence than Coleridge's rumour of a rumour, cited, as it is, by Hamilton, Maudsley, Carpenter, Du Prel, and the common run of manuals. Not that I deny, a priori, the possibility of Coleridge's story. As Mr.
The gentleman's connection with a class of men, the mad doctors whom the late Sir William Gull so rightly despised, and whose observations have been so unscientific, may perhaps have unduly prejudiced Miss Freer against him. Yet people have listened to a Maudsley against an Esher, and gone to the other extreme.
He seemed to shrink toward the door. "Yes," cried Kennedy, with extended forefinger, "you may go for the present. Don't try to run away. You're watched from this moment on." Maudsley had retreated precipitately. I looked at Kennedy inquiringly. What to do? It was indeed a delicate situation, requiring the utmost care to handle.
In fact, many of its most conspicuous members have adopted principles at variance with the deepest convictions of mankind generally; such, for instance, are the followers of Darwin, Huxley, Maudsley, and similar agnostic and materialistic leaders of modern thought.
His career was interesting during the eighteen months wherein society papers chatted of him amiably and romantically. He had entered into the joys of hunting with enthusiasm and success, and had made a fast and admiring friend of Captain Maudsley; while Saracen held his own grandly.
In the past he and Jock had been in more than one scrape together. He had learned from Mrs. Cawley that Gaston had known Jock in Canada. When Cawley had gone, Gaston turned to the other gentlemen present. "An original speech, upon my word, Belward," said Captain Maudsley. Mr. Warren Gasgoyne came. "You are expected to lunch or something to-morrow, Belward, you remember? Devil of a speech that!
"Hazleton called. Why, there must have been some wild orgies in that precious set of theirs, and, would you believe it, many of them seem to have been at what Dr. Maudsley calls his 'stable studio, a den he has fixed up artistically over his garage on a side street." "Indeed?" "I couldn't get it all, but I did hear her repeating over and over to Hazleton, 'Aren't you all mine?
Towards the end of the hunting season Captain Maudsley had an accident. It would prevent him riding to hounds again, and at his suggestion, backed by Lord Dunfolly and Lord Dargan, Gaston became Master of the Hounds. His grandfather and great-grandfather had been Master of the Hounds before him.
His strange eyes looked at her over the tops of the bindings. He smiled. "When did you order these, Mary?" "In October." "That's the sort of thing you do when I'm away, is it?" "Yes I'm afraid you won't care for them very much." He still stood up, examining the books. He was dipping into Maudsley now and reading him. "You don't mean to say you've read this horrible stuff?" "Every word of it.
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