Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 6, 2025
He had not gone a mile when he saw walking before him a clergyman whose form, after consideration, he recognized, in spite of a novel whiteness in that part of his hair that showed below the brim of his hat. Swithin walked much faster than this gentleman, and soon was at his side. 'Mr. Torkingham! I knew it was, said Swithin. Mr.
Torkingham, with nine thoughts to one word. 'One might have prophesied, to look at him, that Melchester would not lack a bishop for the next forty years. Yes; pale death knocks at the cottages of the poor and the palaces of kings with an impartial foot! 'Was he a particularly good man? asked Swithin. 'He was not a Ken or a Heber.
Torkingham seldom did, and about half-past nine they prepared to separate. Louis Glanville had risen from the table, and was standing by the window, looking out upon the sky, and privately yawning, the topics discussed having been hardly in his line. 'A fine night, he said at last.
'Quite right of you, then, to speak, said Mr. Torkingham. 'Don't mind explaining; we are here for practice. Now clear your throats, then, and at it again. There was a noise as of atmospheric hoes and scrapers, and the bass contingent at last got under way with a time of its own: 'Honwerd, Christen sojers! 'Ah, that's where we are so defective the pronunciation, interrupted the parson.
Torkingham introduced his visitors. The Bishop shook hands with the young man, told him he had known his father, and at Swithin's invitation, weak as it was, entered the cabin, the vicar and Louis Glanville remaining on the threshold, not to inconveniently crowd the limited space within.
Torkingham was slower in recognizing the astronomer, but in a moment had greeted him with a warm shake of the hand. 'I have been to the station on purpose to meet you! cried Mr. Torkingham, 'and was returning with the idea that you had not come. I am your grandmother's emissary. She could not come herself, and as she was anxious, and nobody else could be spared, I came for her.
'Shall I conduct you home? asked the parson. 'No thank you, said Lady Constantine. 'I would rather go alone. On the afternoon of the next day Mr. Torkingham, who occasionally dropped in to see St.
Torkingham was horrified at the irreverent and easy familiarity of Louis Glanville's talk in the presence of a consecrated bishop. As for Viviette, her tongue lost all its volubility. She felt quite faint at heart, and hardly knew how to control herself. 'I have never noticed anything of the sort, said Mr. Torkingham.
Tycho Brahe showed quite a passion for the solar system when he was but a youth, and so did Kepler; and James Ferguson had a surprising knowledge of the stars by the time he was eleven or twelve. Fenelon preached at fourteen. 'He Mr. St. Cleeve is not in the church, said Lady Constantine. 'He is a scientific young man, my lord, explained Mr. Torkingham.
'Still, you can't alter a old-established note that's A or B by nater, rejoined Haymoss, with yet deeper conviction that Mr. Torkingham was getting off his head. 'Now sound A, neighbour Sammy, and let's have a slap at Christen sojers again, and show the Pa'son the true way!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking