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Updated: May 13, 2025
One night William Maule of Panmure, then in his days of graceless frolic; Fletcher Read, the nephew of the laird, and subsequently the laird himself, of Logie; Rob Thornton, the merchant, Dudhope, and other kindred spirits, who used to sing in the inn of Sandy Morren, the hotel-keeper, "Death begone, here's none but souls," sallied drunk from the inn.
But she was able to reason to herself that Maule must somehow be informed of the escape. She did not think he could have got back yet to the spot where he had left her. Or he might come straight to his room and miss the key and his watch. In any case, these must be restored to the place from which Oola had taken them.
But where was that barmaid-looking person who seems to keep house here for stray gentlemen and, who has the yellow-headed and blue-eyed little boy? Bridget's lip curled. 'Mrs Hensor had accepted a temporary situation at an hotel in Fig Tree Mount the only time I've regretted her absence, and the musical laugh seemed to Maule to have acquired a note of exceeding bitterness.
She had forgotten altogether about that note supposed that, of course, it had reached its proper destination. She couldn't remember either exactly what she had written except that she wanted to word it so that if there should be any accident, nobody except Mr Maule, for of course, they'd determined on the release before that should understand to what it referred.
In the corner of the room a fat little man sat patiently twirling his thumbs, and on a desk were a number of letters. "What do you want?" Maule asked. His voice was gruff and inhospitable. The fat little man started, and then fumbled in a pocket. "Dere was dot morhgige " he began. "Come again, then," Maule interrupted; "I am busy." "Dot morhgige " the little man persisted.
Is it my crime if you have sold your daughter for the mere hope of getting a sheet of yellow parchment into your clutch? There sits Mistress Alice quietly asleep. Now let Matthew Maule try whether she be as proud as the carpenter found her awhile since."
'I've laid holt on your mail, Ladyship, turning out your room. I expect you forgot all about it. Yes, she had forgotten, absolutely; it seemed years since Harry the Blower had passed by and Willoughby Maule had departed. She languidly inspected the envelopes. Nothing among them of any importance except one.
You have heard, I suppose, that the Pyncheon family, ever since my grandfather's days, have been prosecuting a still unsettled claim to a very large extent of territory at the Eastward?" "Often," replied Maule, and it is said that a smile came over his face, "very often, from my father!" "This claim," continued Mr.
This charter records the grant made by William de Maule to John de Balinhard, filio et heredi quondam Joannis filii Christini filii Joannis de Balinhard, of the lands of Murie, in the county of Perthshire, and from that period, about 1350, the family has borne the name of De Murie instead of De Balinhard.
Otherwise, there appeared to be no elements of disquiet. Lady Bridget noticed with surprise that Ninnis seemed to defer to Maule, which was not his usual attitude towards strangers. She attributed this to a community of experiences in South America, and also to Maule's undoubted knack of managing men. They rounded the lagoon and skirted the gidia scrub.
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