"That was curious," remarked Trent.[object Object]"I thought so, sir. But I recollected what I had heard about 'not a word[object Object]to a soul,' and I concluded that this about a moonlight drive was[object Object]intended to mislead."[object Object]"What time was this?"[object Object]"It would be about ten, sir, I should say. After speaking to me, Mr.[object Object]Manderson waited until Mr. Marlowe had come down and brought round the[object Object]car. He then went into the drawing-room, where Mrs. Manderson was."[object Object]"Did that strike you as curious?"[object Object]Martin looked down his nose. "If you ask me the question, sir," he said[object Object]with reserve, "I had not known him enter that room since we came here[object Object]this year. He preferred to sit in the library in the evenings. That[object Object]evening he only remained with Mrs. Manderson for a few minutes. Then he[object Object]and Mr. Marlowe started immediately."[object Object]"You saw them start?"[object Object]"Yes, sir. They took the direction of Bishopsbridge."[object Object]"And you saw Mr. Manderson again later?"[object Object]"After an hour or thereabouts, sir, in the library. That would have been[object Object]about a quarter past eleven, ... | Sir James turned instantly to Mr. Figgis, whose pencil was poised over[object Object]the paper. “Sigsbee Manderson has been murdered,” he began quickly and[object Object]clearly, pacing the floor with his hands behind him. Mr. Figgis[object Object]scratched down a line of shorthand with as much emotion as if he had[object Object]been told that the day was fine—the pose of his craft. “He and his wife[object Object]and two secretaries have been for the past fortnight at the house[object Object]called White Gables, at Marlstone, near Bishopsbridge. He bought it[object Object]four years ago. He and Mrs. Manderson have since spent a part of each[object Object]summer there. Last night he went to bed about half-past eleven, just as[object Object]usual. No one knows when he got up and left the house. He was not[object Object]missed until this morning. About ten o’clock his body was found by a[object Object]gardener. It was lying by a shed in the grounds. He was shot in the[object Object]head, through the left eye. Death must have been instantaneous. The[object Object]body was not robbed, but there were marks on the wrists which pointed[object Object]to a struggle having taken place. Dr... | Holmes shook his head like a man who is far from being satisfied.[object Object]“These are very deep waters,” said he; “pray go on with your narrative.”[object Object]“Two years have passed since then, and my life has been until lately[object Object]lonelier than ever. A month ago, however, a dear friend, whom I have[object Object]known for many years, has done me the honor to ask my hand in marriage.[object Object]His name is Armitage—Percy Armitage—the second son of Mr. Armitage,[object Object]of Crane Water, near Reading. My step-father has offered no opposition[object Object]to the match, and we are to be married in the course of the spring. Two[object Object]days ago some repairs were started in the west wing of the building,[object Object]and my bedroom wall has been pierced, so that I have had to move into[object Object]the chamber in which my sister died, and to sleep in the very bed in[object Object]which she slept. Imagine, then, my thrill of terror when last night,[object Object]as I lay awake, thinking over her terrible fate, I suddenly heard in[object Object]the silence of the night the low whistle which had been the herald of[object Object]her own death. I sprang ... |
'The condition of those blacks is assuredly better than that of the[object Object] agricultural laborers in many parts of Europe. Their morality is far[object Object] superior to that of the free negroes of the North; the planters[object Object] encourage marriage, and thus endeavor to develop among them a sense[object Object] of the family relation, with a view of attaching them to the[object Object] domestic hearth, consequently to the family of the master. It will[object Object] be then observed that in such a state of things the interests of the[object Object] planter, in default of any other motive, promotes the advancement[object Object] and well-being of the slave. Certainly, we believe it possible still[object Object] to ameliorate their condition. It is with that view, even, that the[object Object] South has labored for so long a time to prepare them for a higher[object Object] civilization.[object Object] 'In no part, perhaps, of the continent, regard being had to the[object Object] population, do there exist men more eminent and gifted, with nobler[object Object] or more generous sentiments, than in the Southern States. No co... | If we had clear and strong faith, our joy at the thought of a glorified[object Object]spirit, however necessary its presence to us here, would transcend all[object Object]our sorrows; the streaming beams of sunshine would irradiate our[object Object]weeping; we should think more of his happiness than of our discomfort.[object Object]Instead of departed spirits falling asleep, it is we who have a spirit[object Object]of slumber. O that we might walk by faith with glorified spirits before[object Object]the throne, instead of remanding them,--as it seems we sometimes would[object Object]do, if we could,--to the ignorance and infirmity of our condition.[object Object]Our feelings towards the departed are the same as towards other[object Object]prohibited things. Many are continually seeking for pleasures which God[object Object]has taken away, or is purposely withholding from them. Let any one look[object Object]at the history of his feelings, and see if his state of mind be not one[object Object]of perpetual expectation of some form of happiness yet to arrive; an[object Object]ideal of bliss, some prefigured condition, in which contentment and[object Object]peace are to abide; whi... | “And we? Now that we've fought and lied and sweated and stolen, and[object Object]hated as only the disappointed strugglers in a bitter, dead little[object Object]Western town know how to do, what have we got to show for it? Harvey[object Object]Merrick wouldn't have given one sunset over your marshes for all you've[object Object]got put together, and you know it. It's not for me to say why, in the[object Object]inscrutable wisdom of God, a genius should ever have been called from[object Object]this place of hatred and bitter waters; but I want this Boston man to[object Object]know that the drivel he's been hearing here tonight is the only[object Object]tribute any truly great man could ever have from such a lot of sick,[object Object]side-tracked, burnt-dog, land-poor sharks as the here-present financiers[object Object]of Sand City--upon which town may God have mercy!”[object Object]The lawyer thrust out his hand to Steavens as he passed him, caught up[object Object]his overcoat in the hall, and had left the house before the Grand Army[object Object]man had had time to lift his ducked head and crane his long neck about[object Object]at his fellows.[object Object][object Object]Next day Jim Laird was drun... |
When Cowper became an author he paid the highest respect to Mrs. Unwin[object Object]as an instinctive critic, and called her his Lord Chamberlain, whose[object Object]approbation was his sufficient licence for publication.[object Object]Life in the Unwin family is thus described by the new inmate;--"As to[object Object]amusements, I mean what the world calls such, we have none. The place[object Object]indeed swarms with them; and cards and dancing are the professed[object Object]business of almost all the gentle inhabitants of Huntingdon. We refuse[object Object]to take part in them, or to be accessories to this way of murdering our[object Object]time, and by so doing have acquired the name of Methodists. Having[object Object]told you how we do not spend our time, I will next say how we do. We[object Object]breakfast commonly between eight and nine; till eleven, we read either[object Object]the scripture, or the sermons of some faithful preacher of those holy[object Object]mysteries; at eleven we attend divine service, which is performed here[object Object]twice every day, and from twelve to three we separate, and amuse[object Object]ourselves as we please. During that in... | Peel’s Government having been overthrown on the question of the Corn[object Object]Laws by a combination which the Duke of Wellington characterized with[object Object]military frankness, of Tory Protectionists, Whigs, Radicals, and Irish[object Object]Nationalists, the whole under Semitic influence, its chief, for the[object Object]short remainder of his life, held himself aloof from the party fray,[object Object]encouraging no new combination, and content with watching over the safety[object Object]of his great fiscal reform; though, as Greville says, had the Premiership[object Object]been put to the vote, Peel would have been elected by an overwhelming[object Object]majority. His personal following, Peelites as they were called, Graham,[object Object]Gladstone, Lincoln, Cardwell, Sidney Herbert, and the rest, remained[object Object]suspended between the two great parties. When Disraeli had thrown over[object Object]protection, as he meant from the beginning to do, the only barrier[object Object]of principle between the Peelites and the Conservatives was removed.[object Object]Overtures were made by the Conservative leader, Lord Derby, to Gladstone,[object Object]whose immense... | "If you take my advice," said Stanley who was fighting his way towards[object Object]some remote goal or other, "you'll take a little flyer on Dr. Rice.[object Object]That's what I'm going to do. There's a fellow on the other side of the[object Object]ring has him a point higher than anyone else."[object Object]Dick, without having made up his mind as to his own betting or not[object Object]betting, helped his companion in his struggle to get through the crowd.[object Object]Desperate energy was necessary. There was never any time for apologies;[object Object]elbows were pushed into sides, toes were trodden on, scarfs twisted and[object Object]sleeve-links broken; no matter, there was money to be won and there was[object Object]no time either to consider passing annoyances or the possibility of[object Object]loss.[object Object]"Ah," said Stanley, finally, as they found themselves in front of a[object Object]black-board that had a figure "7" chalked to the left of the name Dr.[object Object]Rice and a "3" to the right. "Here we are! Now then, what are you going[object Object]to do?" He whipped out a twenty dollar bill and crumpled it carefully[object Object]into the palm of his hand.[object Object]Dick th... |
