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Updated: May 22, 2025
This was James Petherbridge, the Nestor of our meeting, extremely tall and attenuated; he came on Sundays in a full, white smockfrock, smartly embroidered down the front, and when he settled himself to listen, he would raise this smock like a skirt, and reveal a pair of immensely long thin legs, cased in tight leggings, and ending in shoes with buckles.
"You are quite an intelligent man, Bruce," he said, with a sudden whimsicality, "but I don't think you would ever understand." The set of tennis being over, Peggy, flushed and triumphant, rushed into the party in the shade. "Mr. Petherbridge and I have won six three," she announced. The old gentlemen smiled and murmured their congratulations.
She nodded and went off to her game, and informing Mr. Petherbridge that Lady Bruce was a platitudinous old tabby, flirted with him up to the nice limits of his parsonical dignity. But Marmaduke did not mind. "Games are childish and somewhat barbaric. Don't you think so, Lady Bruce?" "Most young people seem fond of them," replied the lady. "Exercise keeps them in health."
Petherbridge was accustomed to pray orally at our prayer-meetings, in a funny old voice like wind in a hollow tree, and he seldom failed to express a hope that 'the Lord would support Miss Lafroy' who was the village schoolmistress, and one of our congregation, 'in her labour of teaching the young idea how to shoot'. I, not understanding this literary allusion, long believed the school to be addicted to some species of pistol-practice.
As the sacred message fell from my Father's lips the lantern jaws of Mr. Petherbridge slowly fell apart, while his knees sloped to so immense a distance from one another that it seemed as though they never could meet again.
Petherbridge, but yet 'getting on in years'. Moxhay, I cannot tell why, was always dressed in white corduroy, on which any stain of Devonshire scarlet mud was painfully conspicuous; when he was smartened up, his appearance suggested that somebody had given him a coating of that rich Western whitewash which looks like Devonshire cream.
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