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But, thank God, he will not have his way. One hears of a Modernist freemasonry among the Italian clergy of a secret press an enthusiasm, like that of the Carboneria in the forties. So the spirit of the Most High blows among the dead clods of the world and, in a moment the harvest is there!" Meynell let the paper drop.
To preserve that even state of condition throughout the pack which is so desirable, he must be well acquainted with the appetite of every hound; for some will feed with a voracity scarcely credible, and others will require every kind of enticement to induce them to feed. Mr. Meynell found that the use of dry unboiled oatmeal succeeded better than any other thing he had tried with delicate hounds.
"It is of no importance what I think. But what suggests itself, of course, is that there is some truth in the story, but that Meynell is not the hero. And he doesn't see his way to clear himself by dishing other people." "I see." The obstinacy in the smooth voice rasped France. "If so, most unlucky for him! But then let him resign his living, and go quietly into obscurity.
They protested in vain must indeed submit. Catharine flushed a little at being so commanded; but there was no help for it. "I would like to come and show you my den!" said Meynell, as he put them into the carriage. "But there's too much to do here." He pointed sadly to the cottages, shut the door, and they were off. During the short drive Catharine sat rather stiffly upright.
They started together through a dripping world on which the skies had but just ceased to rain. On his way through the park Meynell took off his hat and walked bareheaded through the mist, evidently feeling it a physical relief to let the chill, moist air beat freely on brow and temples.
Maurice nodded. "Pater is in an awful way about it. I've been trying to cheer him up. Meynell will be turned out, of course." "Probably," said Stephen gravely. "So shall I." "What'll you do?" "Become a preacher somewhere under Meynell." The younger brother looked with a sort of inquisitive grin at the elder. "You're ready to put your money on him to that extent?
Was it worth while to go through so much that Rollin might cut a figure, and talk at large about "modern thought?" However Darwen and Waller, Derrick also, were just as determined as Meynell to keep down the frothy self-advertising element in the campaign to the minimum that human nature seems unable to do without.
"She frames magnificently!" said the young man. "How d'ye do, Meynell? A long time since we've met." "A long time," said Meynell briefly. "Hester, will you meet Miss Elsmere and me at the bridge? We sha'n't take you much out of your way." He pointed to a tiny wooden bridge across the stream, a hundred yards farther down. A look of mischievous defiance was flung at Meynell across the stream.
I leave you out of count; I am thinking of Alice and Mary!" Catharine unconsciously straightened herself, a touch of something resentful nay, stern in the gesture. Meynell stared in stupefaction. "Alice! Mary!" he said.
"I couldn't see anybody else courting her without " "Without cutting in. I daresay not," said Meynell, with a rather forced laugh. "I'd forgive you that. But now, look here." The two heads drew together again, and Meynell resumed conversation, talking rapidly, in a kind, persuasive voice, putting the common sense of the situation holding out distant hopes. The young man's face gradually cleared.
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