Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 11, 2025
With regard to my matter, would you imagine that the Duke of Buckingham has written a confidential note to Lord Monck, telling to this latter that there being no precedent for a resignation of the C. B., the only way to have my wishes carried out would be by the Queen directing by order in the Gazette my name to be struck out from the Order, which proceeding, the Duke adds, would be construed by outsiders and uninitiated that it was for misconduct.
Do you think I am going to put up with your damned impertinence? What?" "I think you will have to." Monck spoke quitely, but there was deadly determination in his words. "It's a choice of evils, and if you are wise you will choose the least. Are you going to read the letter?"
But it's a shame to hurry over a good cigar, and I promised Stella to go straight back." "A promise is a promise," said Monck. "Have it later!" He added rather curtly, "I'm going your way myself." "Good!" said Tommy heartily. "But aren't you going to show at the Club House? Aren't you going to dance?" Monck tossed down his lighted match and set his heel on it.
If it were only Monck, then her fancy had indeed played her false and no one should know it. If it were any one else, it would be time enough then to return and raise the alarm.
Bernard Monck always met with a welcome wherever he went, and Tommy was prepared to like any one belonging to Everard. It was good too to see Everard with that eager light in his eyes. During the whole of their acquaintance he had never seen him look so young.
The glass in Tommy's hand fell with a crash. Tommy himself staggered back as if he had been struck a blow between the eyes. And across the few feet that divided them as if it had been a yawning gulf, Everard Monck faced the woman who had denounced him. He did not utter a word. His eyes met hers unflinching. They were wholly without anger, emotionless, inscrutable.
I saw the figure at the window and was reminded of him." "Are you sure the figure at the window was not imagination too?" said Monck. "Forgive my asking! Such things have happened." "Oh, I know," Stella said. "It is a question I have been asking myself ever since. But, you know " she smiled faintly "I had no fever that night. Besides, I fancy you saw him too." His smile met hers.
I commend also to the curious the Globe of April 30, 1870. From the Viscount Monck to Mr John A. Macdonald, dated London, May 24, 1867. Sir John Rose, dated Ottawa, February 23, 1870. Not the smallest reflection upon Sir Richard Cartwright's personal honour is sought to be conveyed here.
Peter the Great looked at him with reproach in his eyes. Monck stopped short. He accosted the man in his own language, but Peter made answer in the careful English that was his pride. "Even so, sahib, I watch over my mem-sahib until you come to her. I keep her safe by night as well as by day. I am her servant." He stood back with dignity that Monck might pass, but Monck stood still.
"Yes; leave it to me, dear!" said Bernard. "Thank you," she said; and to Sir Reginald: "Good-bye! I am going to my husband now." "Good-bye, Mrs. Monck!" he said. "And many thanks for your graciousness to a stranger." "Oh no!" she answered quickly. "You are a friend of us both." "I am proud to be called so," he said.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking