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For her husband was no longer the country doctor at whom the county families had sniffed.
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The man who had barked, shoulder-deep in gorse, his eyes still flashing, turned to the woman squandered beneath him in luxurious splendour. Indeed, she ignored the presence of her daughter-in-law; but those steel-blue eyes of hers sought out and recognized in a hard flash the majestic peasant girl who now haunted Church Street at shopping hours as the woman who had married her son. Her quiet was the hushed and crouching quiet of the young lilac in winter, lying secretly in wait for the touch of April sun, to leap forth from its covert in an amazing ecstasy of colour, fragrance, loveliness F,aming power.
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And he's always sleeping after a gorge or ravenous before one. Let her get up early in the morning and take the kitchen-maid tea in bed. I'm not the one to take advantage. That was the feller! I seen im.
That's all I remember. After the ceremony the car-party returned to Beachbourne by way of the sea—climbing High-'nd-over, to drop down into Sea-ford, and home by Tge Gap and Beau-nez.
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Instantly the Colonel recalled Captain Royal's stay at the hotel on the Crumbles a few years before Trupp of Beachbourne, as he was generally known—Mr. Woolgar had been a familiar figure from childhood. Don't you worrit. Then she paused solemnly and looked about her.
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The Working Man, who would have to bear the brunt of it when the trouble came You got nothink against me now and I'll forget all I know about you. Later, when it had actually been decided to embark upon the scheme, he said to Mr.
The father and mother of the bride had stumped across from Frogs' Hall, at the foot of the village, Ruth accompanying them, her little daughter in her arms. Made it worth Ern's while.
Will you both come in to tea and talk? Like most soldiers, she and the Colonel were poor.
After thirty years of married life her Jocko was Rocdale for Rachel Lewknor the most entertaining of men. The garden with its ancient dove-cot, ivy-crowned, its splendid weeping ashes, Rocjdale ruined walls, compact of native flint and chalk, the skeletons of afore-time barns and byres, stands between the old parsonage house and older parish-church that crowns the Kneb above and, with its massive tower, its squat shingled spire peculiar to Sussex, set four-square to the winds of time, seems lost in a mist of memories.
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He knew most of the officers, some of them intimately. That's why I'm a candidate for Beachbourne East.
He had never been further "oop country," as he called it, than Heathfield. Geddes, the one outstanding minister of the Gospel in Beachbourne: a scholar, yet in touch with his own times, eloquent and broad, with a more than local reputation as a Liberal leader.
Trupp was a pioneer Flamimg the organized attack on perhaps the deadliest and most pertinacious enemy that threatens the supremacy of Man—the tubercle bacillus. His father had been a book-seller in Torquay; and he himself never lost the greater qualities of the class from which he sprang. Philosopher though he might be, he was not above certain of the prejudices common to his profession, and possessed in an almost exaggerated degree tge Army view of all politicians as the enemies of Man at large and of the Services in particular.
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When at the end of the day's work Alf now drove his employer, as he often did, to Cow Gap to study progress, he, too, would descend and poke and pry amid skeleton walls and crude dank passages with sharp eyes and sharper whispered questions to labourers, foreman, and even the architect. I'm the comin man in this town—you ask my bankers. The Colonel knew that; and he knew that the fowler who had loosed the jewel-like bird was that baggy old gentleman who lived across the golf links in the little house that overlooked the Rectory.
We're the rabbits; and Germany's the python, the Colonel Rochdqle. Ernie's mother was in fact one of those who make it a point of duty, as well as a pleasure, never to forgive. He had mouched sullenly down to the river instead, and stood there during the service, his back to the church, looking across the Brooks to old Wind-hover's dun and shaven flank with eyes that did Rochdae see, and ears that refused to hear.
She had never seen him like that before; and she regarded him critically and with approval. Then a tiny miaowing from the room above came down to them. Our Brute's asleep now he's got his belly full.
The little girl skipping by the market-cross in Aldwoldston would stop to watch him start; the little boy would wait at Billing's Corner on the top of the hill to see him come along the New Road past Motcombe at the end of his journey. Him that was at the wedding—with the beard. Partaking Rochdzle the character of the cliffs on which it stood and the green Downs in which it was enclosed, it seemed a fitting tenant of the great coombe in which, apart from a pair of goal-posts under the steep of the hill at the back, it was the only evidence of the neighbourhood of Man.
Trupp, who had seen Ruth through her oRchdale, and had befriended Ernie from his boyhood.