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Updated: June 26, 2025
But as a fact Mrs Penhaligon resorted to nothing but bad language, in which she was backed up by her co-habitant, or whatever you prefer to call him, the man Nanjivell." "Yes, I heard that he took a hand in it." "There you are right.
It had given him a scare, and he never ventured to carry his exploration further. The Penhaligon family inhabited the side of the house that faced the street, and their large living-room was chiefly remarkable for the beams supporting the floor above it. They had all been sawn lengthwise out of a single oak-tree, and the outer edges of some had been left untrimmed.
"What's a Prooshian?" "A Prooshian," said Mrs Penhaligon, inverting one bedroom chair on another, "is a kind o' German, and by all accounts the p'isonest. A Spy is worse nor even a Prooshian, because he pretends he isn't till he've wormed hisself into your confidence, an' then he comes out in his true colours, an' the next thing you know you're stabbed in the back in the dark."
Then he limped back to the house that would be his until Monday, and closed the door. Beyond the frail partition which boarded him off from the Penhaligon family he could hear the children merry at tea. Copies are rare, but may yet be picked up on secondhand bookstalls for six or seven shillings.
You don't catch me, though." "Why, Mr Nanjivell, you won't set yourself up to fly in the teeth of the law!" "Just you wait. . . . And Pamphlett doesn' know all the law that's in the land, neither, if he reckons to turn me out 'pon a Bank Holiday." Mrs Penhaligon stared. "Well, I s'wow!
Mr Pamphlett is a very powerful gentleman: or, as I might put it better, he has influence, unknown to you or me, an' knowledge " "He's a very powerful skunk." "'Beida! . . . 'Beida!" called a voice from the foot of the stairs. 'Beida, after a start of joy, answered with the Penhaligon war-whoop, as her brother came charging up.
In fact it reached me, dear, that Mrs Penhaligon had already chased you to the door with a besom and she the mildest woman, which no doubt you reckoned on for a beginning. But if you mean to tackle the young men as well though I can't call to mind that the Vicarage meetin' set it down as any part of your duties "
"You would hardly believe, Dr Mant" Mrs Polsue addressed him with an air of fine gentility, as the one person present who could understand "but I called on this poor body to advise and, if necessary, procure her some addition to her income from the Emergency Fund." "Oh, take her away!" sobbed Mrs Penhaligon, suddenly breaking down. "Isn't it enough to lie awake at night with your man at the wars?
But I had th' upper hand, 'specially wi' those women hearkenin' and every one hatin' her. . . . What must happen, but forth you steps with a 'Leave this to me. I'll look after Mrs Penhaligon. I'll see she don't come to want' all as bold as a fire-hose. 'I'll clear 'ee out o' this house, which is our house, says you or to that effect.
"What's that?" asked Mrs Penhaligon, sitting erect, as her ears caught the sound of a howl, muffled but prolonged. 'Beida set her back firmly against the oven. "Bread takes longer than cakes," she announced, making her voice carry. "Cakes is soonest over.
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