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I have nothing to say against Dennison, but he has obviously put his case very plausibly, but those who have known the School and its methods for many years have perhaps a prior right of judgment over Canon Ronder, who's known it for so short a time." "Absurd. Absurd," cried Foster. "It isn't a case of knowing the School. Canon Ronder, who is Treasurer, says that it can.
"I suppose it's the same," said Ronder gently, rubbing his knee a little. "That man!" The Archdeacon bounced in his seat. "That atheist! The leading enemy of the Church, the man above any who would destroy every institution that the Church possesses!" "Come, come! Is it as bad as that?" "As bad as that? Worse! Much worse! I take it that you have not read any of his books."
Bentinck-Major rubbed his soft hands one against the other and closed his eyes as though he were determined to be a gentleman to the last; Martin sat upright in his chair, his face puzzled, his gaze fixed upon Ronder; Ryle, the picture of nervous embarrassment, glanced from one face to another, as though imploring every one not to be angry with him all these sharp words were certainly not his fault.
Horrible always to Ronder, but more horrible now because of the dreadful way in which he had, during the last few months, gone tumbling downhill. There had been, until lately, a certain austerity and even nobility in the man's face. That was at last completely swept away.
I wonder, indeed, that you should care to acknowledge to any one that you have been spying at your window on the movements of some people here. That is a disgraceful action. I do not think there is any need for this conversation to continue." "Excuse me, Canon Ronder, there is need." Miss Milton showed no intention whatever of moving from her chair.
He liked the look of Ronder. He always preferred fat men to thin; they were much less malicious, he thought. "Oh, thank you, Canon Ronder very well, thank you. I didn't see you. Quite spring weather. Are you going my way?" "I'm off to see Bentinck-Major." "Oh, yes, Bentinck-Major...." Ryle's first thought was "Now is Bentinck-Major likely to have anything to say against me this afternoon?"
The boy thought the world of Ronder, it was said, and had been to see him and ask his advice. Ronder knew that Brandon had heard this story and was publicly declaring that Ronder had ruined his son. Finally the two men were brought into sharp rivalry over the Pybus living. Over that, too, the town, or at any rate the Cathedral section of it, was in two camps.
As his knees, place them where he would, bumped against Ronder's, wrath bubbled in his heart like boiling water in a kettle. The very immobility of Bassett's broad back added to the irritation. "It's remarkably small for a wagonette," said Ronder at last, when some minutes had passed in silence.
I'm afraid I know very little about him." "Know very little about him!" said Brandon indignantly. "Why, his name has been in every one's mouth for months!" "Indeed!" said Ronder mildly. "But then I am, in many ways, sadly out of things. Do tell me about him." "It's not for me to tell you," said Brandon, looking at Ronder with great severity.
Bassett who lets rooms, as perhaps you know, sir, just opposite St. James' Rectory, Mr. Morris's." "Well?" said Ronder. "Well, sir, I had not been there very long before Mrs. Bassett herself, who is the least interfering and muddling of women, drew my attention to a curious fact, a most curious fact." Miss Milton paused, looking down at her lap and at a little shabby black bag that lay upon it.
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