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And as far as this Pybus living went, it was all very well to be modern and advanced, but wasn't Ronder advocating for the appointment a man who laughed at the Gospels and said that there were no such things as snakes and apples in the Garden of Eden? After all, he was a foreigner, and Brandon belonged to them. Poor old Brandon! Ronder was in his study, waiting for Wistons.
We must make him happy again, Falk. You're quite right. It's the only thing that matters. Everything else is less important than that. If only this Pybus affair were over! Canon Ronder is so powerful now. I'm so afraid of him. I do hate him so! The Cathedral, and the town, everything seems to have changed since he came. A year ago they were like father, settled for ever.
I will attend to all of you shortly, but first Pybus." His lips were moving as he turned over the papers. Was there some one in the room with him? His head was aching so badly that it was difficult to think. And his heart! How strangely that behaved in these days! Five heavy slow beats, then a little skip and jump, then almost as though it had stopped beating altogether.
Such a matter as the Pybus living has forced us into opposition, but I am convinced that there are many views that we have in common, that we could be friends working together " Brandon stopped. "Did my son, or did he not, come to see you before he went up to London?" Ronder hesitated. "Yes," he said, "he did. But " "Did he, or did he not, ask your advice?" "Yes, he did. But "
"It's not Miss Portman," the other said, in a voice of agony. "Is it anybody at Chatteris or at Clapham? Somebody here? No it ain't old Pybus? it can't be Miss Rolt at the Factory she's only fourteen." "It's somebody rather older than I am, Pen," the Curate cried, looking up at his friend, and then guiltily casting his eyes down into his plate. Pen burst out laughing.
"I should like to emphasise at once," he said, "so that no one here or anywhere else can be under the slightest misapprehension, that I will take part in nothing that has any personal animus towards anybody. Surely this is a question of Pybus and Forsyth and of nothing else at all. I have not even anything against Mr. Forsyth; I have never seen him I wish him all the luck in life.
And now, how strange that the boy Falk had on several occasions stopped to speak to him and had at last asked whether he might come and see him! How lucky that Brandon should be making this mistake about the Pybus St. Anthony living!
Pen. "I am afraid he is sadly fickle," Miss Blanche observed; "Mrs. Pybus, and many more Clavering people, have told us all about the actress." "I was quite a child when it happened, and I don't know anything about it," Laura answered, blushing very much. "He used her very ill," Blanche said, wagging her little head. "He was false to her."
Funny how Brandon now was always thinking of the Cathedral as a person! Stones and bricks and mortar and bits of glass, that's what the Cathedral was, and yet lately it had seemed to move and have a being of its own. Fancies! Fancies! Really Brandon must attend to his business, this business of Pybus and Forsyth, which in a week now was to be settled.
That I have been against you in the matter of Pybus from the first has, of course, been known to every one here. I have been against you because of what I believe to be the future good of our Church and of our work here. There has been nothing personal in that matter at all." "You lie," said Brandon, suddenly raising his voice. "Every word that you have spoken to me this morning has been a lie.
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