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Mr. Puddleham turned up his eyes and his nose, bowed very stiffly, and then twisted himself round, without answering a word. How was it possible for a man to live among such people in good humour and Christian charity? In the evening he was sitting with his wife in the drawing-room discussing all these troubles, when the maid came in to say that Constable Toffy was at the door.
Puddleham; and at the present moment he certainly did not wish to waste his anger on so weak an enemy. "I think that you should look to this, Mr. Gilmore," said the Marquis, completing his harangue. "I cannot conceive, my lord, what right you have to dictate to me in such a matter," said Mr. Gilmore. "I have not dictated at all; I have simply expressed my opinion," said the Marquis.
"The last, I fear, he will ever have on this spot," said the lord, as he shook hands with the Vicar. "I am very sorry to hear you say so, my lord. Of course, I don't know what you are doing, and I can't make Mr. Puddleham preach here, if he be not willing." Mr. Puddleham had now joined them.
Our Vicar, understanding something of this, had, with some malice towards the gentleman himself, determined to rob Mr. Puddleham of his blistering powers. There is no doubt a certain pleasure in poaching which does not belong to the licit following of game; but a man can't poach if the right of shooting be accorded to him. Mr.
When I tell your lordship that he made insinuations about my own daughters, so gross that I cannot repeat them to you, I am sure that I need go no further. There were present at this meeting Mr. Puddleham, the Methodist minister, and Mr. Henry Gilmore, the landlord of the persons in question. Your lordship has probably heard the character, in a religious point of view, of this gentleman.
The Marquis was not the man to give away anything that did not belong to him. Somebody had hoaxed the Vicar, or the Vicar had hoaxed Mr. Bolt; or else, which Mr. Puddleham thought to be most likely, the Vicar had gone mad with vexation at the glory and the triumph of the new chapel. "He was uncommon civil," said Mr. Bolt, who at this moment was somewhat inclined to favour the Vicar.
But in truth the Vicar at this moment was not in a good humour. He was becoming almost tired of his efforts to set other people straight, so great were the difficulties that came in his way. As he had driven into his own gate he had met Mr. Puddleham, standing in the road just in front of the new chapel. He had made up his mind to accept the chapel, and now he said a pleasant word to the minister.
Puddleham, because I didn't go in; but he's working there at this moment, and has been all the day. He's all right, Mr. Puddleham. You go and have a few words with him, or with his father, and you'll find they're quite comfortable at the mill now." "Constable Hicks told me that he was out of the country," said Mr. Puddleham, walking away in considerable disgust. Mrs.
Grimes had gone to work upon a verbal order which, according to the Puddleham theory, he had already vitiated by refusing compliance with its terms. He, however, was hot upon his lawsuit, and thus the whole parish was by the ears. It may be easily understood how much Mr. Fenwick would suffer from all this.
Its tendencies are altogether conservative. It is a good deal given to religion; and the Primitive Methodists have a very strong holding there, although in all Wiltshire there is not a clergyman more popular in his own parish than the Rev. Frank Fenwick. He himself, in his inner heart, rather likes his rival, Mr. Puddleham, the dissenting minister; because Mr.
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