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He urged that this bill of attainder did not allege or say that sir John Fenwick was guilty of the treason for which he had been indicted; a circumstance which prevented him from producing witnesses to that and several matters upon which the king's counsel had expatiated.
Fenwick took the remark good-temperedly. 'I've finished three large pictures in eight months if only somebody would buy 'em. And I'm in Paris now' he hesitated a moment 'on a painting job. I never did such a thing before but He looked up uncertainly, his colour rising. 'What? scenery for The Queen's Necklace? I've seen the puffs in the papers. Why not? Hope he pays well.
Ah, I see you do." Fenwick started. It was quite plain that Evors' hint was not lost on him. Without another word he led the way up the staircase into the little room. He started again and half turned when he caught sight of the white, handsome face of Le Fenu. In all probability he would have disappeared altogether, but for the fact that Evors closed the door and turned the key.
'Well, I'm as good as he as either of them, thought Fenwick fiercely, as he handled a Cosway. 'Only they can talk these people's lingo, and I can't. I can paint as well as they any day and I'll be bound, if they let me alone, I could talk as well. Why do people ask you to their houses and then ill-treat you? Damn them!
One day Welby was sitting beside his wife on the sheltered side of the Terrace, when Eugénie and Fenwick came in sight, emerging from the Hundred Steps. Suddenly Welby bent over his wife. 'Elsie! have you noticed anything? 'Noticed what? He motioned towards the distant figures. His gesture was a little dry and hostile. Elsie in amazement raised herself painfully on her elbow to look.
The constabulary, I say, are of opinion that there is no manner of doubt that he was one of those who broke into my tenant's house on that fatal night; and, as I was explaining to Mr. Gilmore when you did us the honour to join us, in the course of a long provincial experience I have seldom known the police to be in error." "Why, Lord Trowbridge !" "If you please, Mr. Fenwick, I will go on.
Phoebe Fenwick was a tall, slender creature, very young; with a little golden head on a thin neck, features childishly cut, and eyes that made the chief adornment of a simple face.
We follow our chiefs, just as the northern clansmen do; and whether it is a Musgrave or a Baird, a Fenwick or an Armstrong, he is chief in his own hold, and cares neither for king nor earl, but fights out his quarrel as it may please him.
You are puzzled and mystified over the death of Mark Fenwick. Mr. Gurdon has been reading an account to you from a newspaper." "You are certainly a very remarkable man," Gurdon said. "As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I have been doing. But tell me, Zary, how did you know?" "You have a great poet," Zary said, calmly and deliberately. "He was one of the noblest philosophers of his time.
"Do you know what your father has said of me?" "I've no doubt you both say very hard things of each other." "I never said an evil thing of him behind his back that I have not said as strongly to his face," said Mr. Fenwick, with much of indignation in his tone. "Do you really think that that mitigates the injury done to my father?" said Lord St. George.
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