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there and so obtain the fortune without ever coming to England at all, or he might adopt an elaborate disguise during the short time that he need be in London; or, again, he might furnish an accomplice with the proofs and papers, putting him in as heir, and retaining a claim upon some proportion of his income. We cannot doubt from what we know of him that he would have found some way out of the difficulty. And now, my dear Watson, we have had some weeks of severe work, and for one evening, I think, we may turn our thoughts into more pleasant channels. I have a box for _Les Huguenots_. Have you heard the De Reszkes? Might I trouble you then to be ready in half an hour, and we can stop at Marcini’s for a little dinner on the way?” *** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES *** | 2Doyle |
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you should apply for particulars. As far as I can make out, the Leaguewas founded by an American millionaire, Ezekiah Hopkins, who was verypeculiar in his ways. He was himself red-headed, and he had a greatsympathy for all red-headed men; so, when he died, it was found that hehad left his enormous fortune in the hands of trustees, withinstructions to apply the interest to the providing of easy berths tomen whose hair is of that colour. From all I hear it is splendid payand very little to do.’“‘But,’ said I, ‘there would be millions of red-headed men who would“‘Not so many as you might think,’ he answered. ‘You see it is reallyconfined to Londoners, and to grown men. This American had started fromLondon when he was young, and he wanted to do the old town a good turn.Then, again, I have heard it is no use your applying if your hair is | 2Doyle |
lovingly round the soft neck of the Fawn, till they came out intoanother open field, and here the Fawn gave a sudden bound into the air,and shook itself free from Alice’s arms. “I’m a Fawn!” it cried out ina voice of delight, “and, dear me! you’re a human child!” A sudden lookof alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes, and in another moment ithad darted away at full speed.Alice stood looking after it, almost ready to cry with vexation athaving lost her dear little fellow-traveller so suddenly. “However, Iknow my name now.” she said, “that’s _some_ comfort. Alice—Alice—Iwon’t forget it again. And now, which of these finger-posts ought I toIt was not a very difficult question to answer, as there was only oneroad through the wood, and the two finger-posts both pointed along it.“I’ll settle it,” Alice said to herself, “when the road divides andthey point different ways.”But this did not seem likely to happen. She went on and on, a long way, | 0Caroll |
“See, then,” said Herbert; “think of this! He comes here at the perilof his life, for the realisation of his fixed idea. In the moment ofrealisation, after all his toil and waiting, you cut the ground fromunder his feet, destroy his idea, and make his gains worthless to him.Do you see nothing that he might do, under the disappointment?”“I have seen it, Herbert, and dreamed of it, ever since the fatal nightof his arrival. Nothing has been in my thoughts so distinctly as hisputting himself in the way of being taken.”“Then you may rely upon it,” said Herbert, “that there would be greatdanger of his doing it. That is his power over you as long as heremains in England, and that would be his reckless course if youI was so struck by the horror of this idea, which had weighed upon mefrom the first, and the working out of which would make me regard | 1Dickens |
than to bemoan the past through a hundred years.”“Yes, yes, I know it. But, Pip—my dear!” There was an earnest womanlycompassion for me in her new affection. “My dear! Believe this: whenshe first came to me, I meant to save her from misery like my own. Atfirst, I meant no more.”“Well, well!” said I. “I hope so.”“But as she grew, and promised to be very beautiful, I gradually didworse, and with my praises, and with my jewels, and with my teachings,and with this figure of myself always before her, a warning to back andpoint my lessons, I stole her heart away, and put ice in its place.”“Better,” I could not help saying, “to have left her a natural heart,even to be bruised or broken.”With that, Miss Havisham looked distractedly at me for a while, andthen burst out again, What had she done!“If you knew all my story,” she pleaded, “you would have some | 1Dickens |
favoured; but a worthier object would have caused me a different kindand degree of distress.It was easy for me to find out, and I did soon find out, that Drummlehad begun to follow her closely, and that she allowed him to do it. Alittle while, and he was always in pursuit of her, and he and I crossedone another every day. He held on, in a dull persistent way, andEstella held him on; now with encouragement, now with discouragement,now almost flattering him, now openly despising him, now knowing himvery well, now scarcely remembering who he was.The Spider, as Mr. Jaggers had called him, was used to lying in wait,however, and had the patience of his tribe. Added to that, he had ablockhead confidence in his money and in his family greatness, whichsometimes did him good service,—almost taking the place ofconcentration and determined purpose. So, the Spider, doggedly watchingEstella, outwatched many brighter insects, and would often uncoil | 1Dickens |
without casting it up. However, I come here some time since you left.”“I could have told you that, Orlick.”“Ah!” said he, dryly. “But then you’ve got to be a scholar.”By this time we had come to the house, where I found his room to be onejust within the side-door, with a little window in it looking on thecourtyard. In its small proportions, it was not unlike the kind ofplace usually assigned to a gate-porter in Paris. Certain keys werehanging on the wall, to which he now added the gate key; and hispatchwork-covered bed was in a little inner division or recess. Thewhole had a slovenly, confined, and sleepy look, like a cage for ahuman dormouse; while he, looming dark and heavy in the shadow of acorner by the window, looked like the human dormouse for whom it wasfitted up,—as indeed he was.“I never saw this room before,” I remarked; “but there used to be no | 1Dickens |
Such was my purpose. After three days more of recovery, I went down tothe old place to put it in execution. And how I sped in it is all Ihave left to tell.The tidings of my high fortunes having had a heavy fall had got down tomy native place and its neighbourhood before I got there. I found theBlue Boar in possession of the intelligence, and I found that it made agreat change in the Boar’s demeanour. Whereas the Boar had cultivatedmy good opinion with warm assiduity when I was coming into property,the Boar was exceedingly cool on the subject now that I was going outIt was evening when I arrived, much fatigued by the journey I had sooften made so easily. The Boar could not put me into my usual bedroom,which was engaged (probably by some one who had expectations), andcould only assign me a very indifferent chamber among the pigeons and | 1Dickens |
voyage which had been recommended for the restoration of his shattered nerves. They had called upon us that very afternoon, so that it was natural that the subject should come up for “The whole course of events,” said Holmes, “from the point of view of the man who called himself Stapleton was simple and direct, although to us, who had no means in the beginning of knowing the motives of his actions and could only learn part of the facts, it all appeared exceedingly complex. I have had the advantage of two conversations with Mrs. Stapleton, and the case has now been so entirely cleared up that I am not aware that there is anything which has remained a secret to us. You will find a few notes upon the matter under the heading B in my indexed list of cases.” “Perhaps you would kindly give me a sketch of the course of | 2Doyle |
He looked round him in surprise as he emerged into the clear, starlit night. Then he came swiftly along the path, passed close to where we lay, and went on up the long slope behind us. As he walked he glanced continually over either shoulder, like a man who is ill at ease. “Hist!” cried Holmes, and I heard the sharp click of a cocking pistol. “Look out! It’s coming!” There was a thin, crisp, continuous patter from somewhere in the heart of that crawling bank. The cloud was within fifty yards of where we lay, and we glared at it, all three, uncertain what horror was about to break from the heart of it. I was at Holmes’s elbow, and I glanced for an instant at his face. It was pale and exultant, his eyes shining brightly in the moonlight. But suddenly they started forward in a rigid, fixed stare, and his | 2Doyle |
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not to know that the others were toadies and humbugs: because theadmission that he or she did know it, would have made him or her out tobe a toady and humbug.They all had a listless and dreary air of waiting somebody’s pleasure,and the most talkative of the ladies had to speak quite rigidly torepress a yawn. This lady, whose name was Camilla, very much remindedme of my sister, with the difference that she was older, and (as Ifound when I caught sight of her) of a blunter cast of features.Indeed, when I knew her better I began to think it was a Mercy she hadany features at all, so very blank and high was the dead wall of her“Poor dear soul!” said this lady, with an abruptness of manner quite mysister’s. “Nobody’s enemy but his own!”“It would be much more commendable to be somebody else’s enemy,” saidthe gentleman; “far more natural.” | 1Dickens |
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be the most drunken, rode forward down the goyal. Now, it opened into a broad space in which stood two of those great stones, still to be seen there, which were set by certain forgotten peoples in the days of old. The moon was shining bright upon the clearing, and there in the centre lay the unhappy maid where she had fallen, dead of fear and of fatigue. But it was not the sight of her body, nor yet was it that of the body of Hugo Baskerville lying near her, which raised the hair upon the heads of these three dare-devil roysterers, but it was that, standing over Hugo, and plucking at his throat, there stood a foul thing, a great, black beast, shaped like a hound, yet larger than any hound that ever mortal eye has rested upon. And even as they looked the thing tore the throat out of Hugo | 2Doyle |
innocent heart--do not think I have the presumption to assume so much--Icould retain no place in it against her love for her father.”“If that be so, do you see what, on the other hand, is involved in it?”“I understand equally well, that a word from her father in any suitor’sfavour, would outweigh herself and all the world. For which reason,Doctor Manette,” said Darnay, modestly but firmly, “I would not ask thatword, to save my life.”“I am sure of it. Charles Darnay, mysteries arise out of close love, aswell as out of wide division; in the former case, they are subtle anddelicate, and difficult to penetrate. My daughter Lucie is, in this onerespect, such a mystery to me; I can make no guess at the state of her“May I ask, sir, if you think she is--” As he hesitated, her father“Is sought by any other suitor?”“It is what I meant to say.” | 1Dickens |
“Does he resemble either of these two passengers?”“Both were so wrapped up, and the night was so dark, and we were all soreserved, that I cannot undertake to say even that.”“Mr. Lorry, look again upon the prisoner. Supposing him wrapped up asthose two passengers were, is there anything in his bulk and stature torender it unlikely that he was one of them?”“You will not swear, Mr. Lorry, that he was not one of them?”“So at least you say he may have been one of them?”“Yes. Except that I remember them both to have been--likemyself--timorous of highwaymen, and the prisoner has not a timorous“Did you ever see a counterfeit of timidity, Mr. Lorry?”“I certainly have seen that.”“Mr. Lorry, look once more upon the prisoner. Have you seen him, to your“I was returning from France a few days afterwards, and, at Calais, theprisoner came on board the packet-ship in which I returned, and made the | 1Dickens |
The prisoner had raised himself with some difficulty upon the sofa andwas staring with a strange mixture of amazement and hatred at his“I shall get level with you, Altamont,” he said, speaking with slowdeliberation. “If it takes me all my life I shall get level with you!”“The old sweet song,” said Holmes. “How often have I heard it in daysgone by. It was a favorite ditty of the late lamented ProfessorMoriarty. Colonel Sebastian Moran has also been known to warble it. Andyet I live and keep bees upon the South Downs.”“Curse you, you double traitor!” cried the German, straining againsthis bonds and glaring murder from his furious eyes.“No, no, it is not so bad as that,” said Holmes, smiling. “As my speechsurely shows you, Mr. Altamont of Chicago had no existence in fact. Iused him and he is gone.”“Then who are you?”“It is really immaterial who I am, but since the matter seems to | 2Doyle |
for fear of their hearing her; and, when she next peeped out, theFish-Footman was gone, and the other was sitting on the ground near thedoor, staring stupidly up into the sky.Alice went timidly up to the door and knocked."There's no use in knocking," said the Footman, "and that for tworeasons. First, because I'm on the same side of the door as you are;secondly, because they're making such a noise inside, no one couldpossibly hear you." And certainly there was a most extraordinary noisegoing on within--a constant howling and sneezing, and every now and thena great crash, as if a dish or kettle had been broken to pieces."Please, then," said Alice, "how am I to get in?""There might be some sense in your knocking," the Footman went onwithout attending to her, "if we had the door between us. For instance,if you were _inside_, you might knock, and I could let you out, you | 0Caroll |
replace them. I leave it with you, however, with every confidence, andI shall call for it in person on Monday morning.’“Seeing that my client was anxious to leave, I said no more but,calling for my cashier, I ordered him to pay over fifty £ 1000 notes.When I was alone once more, however, with the precious case lying uponthe table in front of me, I could not but think with some misgivings ofthe immense responsibility which it entailed upon me. There could be nodoubt that, as it was a national possession, a horrible scandal wouldensue if any misfortune should occur to it. I already regretted havingever consented to take charge of it. However, it was too late to alterthe matter now, so I locked it up in my private safe and turned oncemore to my work.“When evening came I felt that it would be an imprudence to leave soprecious a thing in the office behind me. Bankers’ safes had been | 2Doyle |
his powers so sorely, and yet afraid to break in upon the current ofhis thoughts. We had driven several miles, and were beginning to get tothe fringe of the belt of suburban villas, when he shook himself,shrugged his shoulders, and lit up his pipe with the air of a man whohas satisfied himself that he is acting for the best.“You have a grand gift of silence, Watson,” said he. “It makes youquite invaluable as a companion. ’Pon my word, it is a great thing forme to have someone to talk to, for my own thoughts are notover-pleasant. I was wondering what I should say to this dear littlewoman to-night when she meets me at the door.”“You forget that I know nothing about it.”“I shall just have time to tell you the facts of the case before we getto Lee. It seems absurdly simple, and yet, somehow I can get nothing to | 2Doyle |
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Miss Manette in his arms, who is the trusted friend of Miss Manette andof her father too, and who has a great affection for them both, I havespoken. The confidence is not of my seeking, recollect. Now, you think Imay not be right?”“Not I!” said Stryver, whistling. “I can’t undertake to find thirdparties in common sense; I can only find it for myself. I suppose sensein certain quarters; you suppose mincing bread-and-butter nonsense. It’snew to me, but you are right, I dare say.”“What I suppose, Mr. Stryver, I claim to characterise for myself--Andunderstand me, sir,” said Mr. Lorry, quickly flushing again, “Iwill not--not even at Tellson’s--have it characterised for me by any“There! I beg your pardon!” said Stryver.“Granted. Thank you. Well, Mr. Stryver, I was about to say:--it might bepainful to you to find yourself mistaken, it might be painful to DoctorManette to have the task of being explicit with you, it might be very | 1Dickens |
I first saw him looking about for his file) that I ought to tell Joethe whole truth. Yet I did not, and for the reason that I mistrustedthat if I did, he would think me worse than I was. The fear of losingJoe’s confidence, and of thenceforth sitting in the chimney corner atnight staring drearily at my forever lost companion and friend, tied upmy tongue. I morbidly represented to myself that if Joe knew it, Inever afterwards could see him at the fireside feeling his fairwhisker, without thinking that he was meditating on it. That, if Joeknew it, I never afterwards could see him glance, however casually, atyesterday’s meat or pudding when it came on to-day’s table, withoutthinking that he was debating whether I had been in the pantry. That,if Joe knew it, and at any subsequent period of our joint domestic liferemarked that his beer was flat or thick, the conviction that he | 1Dickens |
The fog and frost so hung about the black old gatewayof the house, that it seemed as if the Genius ofthe Weather sat in mournful meditation on theNow, it is a fact, that there was nothing at allparticular about the knocker on the door, except that itwas very large. It is also a fact, that Scrooge hadseen it, night and morning, during his whole residencein that place; also that Scrooge had as little of whatis called fancy about him as any man in the city ofLondon, even including--which is a bold word--thecorporation, aldermen, and livery. Let it also beborne in mind that Scrooge had not bestowed onethought on Marley, since his last mention of hisseven years' dead partner that afternoon. And thenlet any man explain to me, if he can, how it happenedthat Scrooge, having his key in the lock of the door,saw in the knocker, without its undergoing any intermediate | 1Dickens |
morning, and was received by Wemmick himself, who struck me as lookingtighter than usual, and having a sleeker hat on. Within, there were twoglasses of rum and milk prepared, and two biscuits. The Aged must havebeen stirring with the lark, for, glancing into the perspective of hisbedroom, I observed that his bed was empty.When we had fortified ourselves with the rum and milk and biscuits, andwere going out for the walk with that training preparation on us, I wasconsiderably surprised to see Wemmick take up a fishing-rod, and put itover his shoulder. “Why, we are not going fishing!” said I. “No,”returned Wemmick, “but I like to walk with one.”I thought this odd; however, I said nothing, and we set off. We wenttowards Camberwell Green, and when we were thereabouts, Wemmick said“Halloa! Here’s a church!”There was nothing very surprising in that; but again, I was rathersurprised, when he said, as if he were animated by a brilliant idea,— | 1Dickens |
i.e. No persons, that are in the house, are also in | 0 | 0 | | | - | | | | | | | | | | | ---|--- | |---|---| | 1 | 0 | | 1 | | Let "Things" be Universe; m="noisy"; x="battles"; y="that may escape notice". All x are m; &there4 Some x' are y. All m' are y. i.e. Some things, that are not battles, may escape notice. | 0 | | | | 0 | 0 | | | | 1 | | | | 0 | | | ---|--- | |---|---| | 0 | | | 1 | | Let "persons" be Universe; m="Jews"; No m are x; &there4 All y are x'. All y are m. i.e. All Rabbis are sane. | | 1 | | | | | 0 | 0 | | | 1 | | | ---|--- | |---|---| | 0Caroll |
“‘This is Mr. Jabez Wilson,’ said my assistant, ‘and he is willing tofill a vacancy in the League.’“‘And he is admirably suited for it,’ the other answered. ‘He has everyrequirement. I cannot recall when I have seen anything so fine.’ Hetook a step backward, cocked his head on one side, and gazed at my hairuntil I felt quite bashful. Then suddenly he plunged forward, wrung myhand, and congratulated me warmly on my success.“‘It would be injustice to hesitate,’ said he. ‘You will, however, I amsure, excuse me for taking an obvious precaution.’ With that he seizedmy hair in both his hands, and tugged until I yelled with the pain.‘There is water in your eyes,’ said he as he released me. ‘I perceivethat all is as it should be. But we have to be careful, for we havetwice been deceived by wigs and once by paint. I could tell you tales | 2Doyle |
which its light would have conducted me!"Scrooge was very much dismayed to hear thespectre going on at this rate, and began to quake"Hear me!" cried the Ghost. "My time is nearly"I will," said Scrooge. "But don't be hard uponme! Don't be flowery, Jacob! Pray!""How it is that I appear before you in a shape thatyou can see, I may not tell. I have sat invisiblebeside you many and many a day."It was not an agreeable idea. Scrooge shivered,and wiped the perspiration from his brow."That is no light part of my penance," pursuedthe Ghost. "I am here to-night to warn you, that youhave yet a chance and hope of escaping my fate. Achance and hope of my procuring, Ebenezer.""You were always a good friend to me," said"You will be haunted," resumed the Ghost, "byScrooge's countenance fell almost as low as the"Is that the chance and hope you mentioned,Jacob?" he demanded, in a faltering voice. | 1Dickens |
Am dining at Goldini’s Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Pleasecome at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern,a chisel, and a revolver.—S.H.It was a nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through thedim, fog-draped streets. I stowed them all discreetly away in myovercoat and drove straight to the address given. There sat my friendat a little round table near the door of the garish Italian restaurant.“Have you had something to eat? Then join me in a coffee and curaçao.Try one of the proprietor’s cigars. They are less poisonous than onewould expect. Have you the tools?”“They are here, in my overcoat.”“Excellent. Let me give you a short sketch of what I have done, withsome indication of what we are about to do. Now it must be evident toyou, Watson, that this young man’s body was _placed_ on the roof of thetrain. That was clear from the instant that I determined the fact that | 2Doyle |
Sir Henry opened his eyes. “How was that?” “This poor wretch was dressed in your clothes. I fear your servant who gave them to him may get into trouble with the “That is unlikely. There was no mark on any of them, as far as I “That’s lucky for him—in fact, it’s lucky for all of you, since you are all on the wrong side of the law in this matter. I am not sure that as a conscientious detective my first duty is not to arrest the whole household. Watson’s reports are most “But how about the case?” asked the baronet. “Have you made anything out of the tangle? I don’t know that Watson and I are much the wiser since we came down.” “I think that I shall be in a position to make the situation rather more clear to you before long. It has been an exceedingly | 2Doyle |
eyes still; just as simply faithful, and as simply right.When we got back again, and he lifted me out, and carried me—soeasily!—across the court and up the stairs, I thought of that eventfulChristmas Day when he had carried me over the marshes. We had not yetmade any allusion to my change of fortune, nor did I know how much ofmy late history he was acquainted with. I was so doubtful of myselfnow, and put so much trust in him, that I could not satisfy myselfwhether I ought to refer to it when he did not.“Have you heard, Joe,” I asked him that evening, upon furtherconsideration, as he smoked his pipe at the window, “who my patron“I heerd,” returned Joe, “as it were not Miss Havisham, old chap.”“Did you hear who it was, Joe?”“Well! I heerd as it were a person what sent the person what giv’ youthe bank-notes at the Jolly Bargemen, Pip.” | 1Dickens |
the inquest, and which are worth considering.”“It appears that his arrest did not take place at once, but after thereturn to Hatherley Farm. On the inspector of constabulary informinghim that he was a prisoner, he remarked that he was not surprised tohear it, and that it was no more than his deserts. This observation ofhis had the natural effect of removing any traces of doubt which mighthave remained in the minds of the coroner’s jury.”“It was a confession,” I ejaculated.“No, for it was followed by a protestation of innocence.”“Coming on the top of such a damning series of events, it was at leasta most suspicious remark.”“On the contrary,” said Holmes, “it is the brightest rift which I canat present see in the clouds. However innocent he might be, he couldnot be such an absolute imbecile as not to see that the circumstanceswere very black against him. Had he appeared surprised at his own | 2Doyle |
remarked: "If you can't be civil, you'd better finish the story for"No, please go on!" Alice said very humbly. "I won't interrupt youagain. I dare say there may be _one_.""One, indeed!" said the Dormouse indignantly. However, he consented togo on. "And so these three little sisters--they were learning to draw,"What did they draw?" said Alice, quite forgetting her promise."Treacle," said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time."I want a clean cup," interrupted the Hatter: "let's all move one placeHe moved as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Haremoved into the Dormouse's place, and Alice rather unwillingly took theplace of the March Hare. The Hatter was the only one who got anyadvantage from the change: and Alice was a good deal worse off thanbefore, as the March Hare had just upset the milk-jug into his plate.Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began very | 0Caroll |
London, the name is that which is given to one of the states of the“I was not and am not sure which; but I knew that the ship must have an“I searched the Dundee records, and when I found that the barque _LoneStar_ was there in January, ’85, my suspicion became a certainty. Ithen inquired as to the vessels which lay at present in the port of“The _Lone Star_ had arrived here last week. I went down to the AlbertDock and found that she had been taken down the river by the early tidethis morning, homeward bound to Savannah. I wired to Gravesend andlearned that she had passed some time ago, and as the wind is easterlyI have no doubt that she is now past the Goodwins and not very far fromthe Isle of Wight.”“What will you do, then?”“Oh, I have my hand upon him. He and the two mates, are as I learn, the | 2Doyle |
the other man was; except that he had not the same face, and had a flatbroad-brimmed low-crowned felt hat on. All this I saw in a moment, forI had only a moment to see it in: he swore an oath at me, made a hit atme,—it was a round weak blow that missed me and almost knocked himselfdown, for it made him stumble,—and then he ran into the mist, stumblingtwice as he went, and I lost him.“It’s the young man!” I thought, feeling my heart shoot as I identifiedhim. I dare say I should have felt a pain in my liver, too, if I hadknown where it was.I was soon at the Battery after that, and there was the rightman,—hugging himself and limping to and fro, as if he had never allnight left off hugging and limping,—waiting for me. He was awfullycold, to be sure. I half expected to see him drop down before my face | 1Dickens |
me, and she tapped the ground impatiently with her foot. “Why should I go back?” I asked. “I cannot explain.” She spoke in a low, eager voice, with a curious lisp in her utterance. “But for God’s sake do what I ask you. Go back and never set foot upon the moor again.” “But I have only just come.” “Man, man!” she cried. “Can you not tell when a warning is for your own good? Go back to London! Start tonight! Get away from this place at all costs! Hush, my brother is coming! Not a word of what I have said. Would you mind getting that orchid for me among the mare’s-tails yonder? We are very rich in orchids on the moor, though, of course, you are rather late to see the beauties Stapleton had abandoned the chase and came back to us breathing hard and flushed with his exertions. | 2Doyle |
speaking so openly to such an old acquaintance?”“Oh dear, not at all!” said Biddy. “Don’t mind me.”“If I could only get myself to do it, _that_ would be the thing for“But you never will, you see,” said Biddy.It did not appear quite so unlikely to me that evening, as it wouldhave done if we had discussed it a few hours before. I thereforeobserved I was not quite sure of that. But Biddy said she _was_, andshe said it decisively. In my heart I believed her to be right; and yetI took it rather ill, too, that she should be so positive on the point.When we came near the churchyard, we had to cross an embankment, andget over a stile near a sluice-gate. There started up, from the gate,or from the rushes, or from the ooze (which was quite in his stagnant“Halloa!” he growled, “where are you two going?”“Where should we be going, but home?” | 1Dickens |
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lines; Hunger was patched into them with straw and rag and wood andpaper; Hunger was repeated in every fragment of the small modicum offirewood that the man sawed off; Hunger stared down from the smokelesschimneys, and started up from the filthy street that had no offal,among its refuse, of anything to eat. Hunger was the inscription on thebaker’s shelves, written in every small loaf of his scanty stock ofbad bread; at the sausage-shop, in every dead-dog preparation thatwas offered for sale. Hunger rattled its dry bones among the roastingchestnuts in the turned cylinder; Hunger was shred into atomics in everyfarthing porringer of husky chips of potato, fried with some reluctantIts abiding place was in all things fitted to it. A narrow windingstreet, full of offence and stench, with other narrow winding streetsdiverging, all peopled by rags and nightcaps, and all smelling of ragsand nightcaps, and all visible things with a brooding look upon them | 1Dickens |
my chambers had been watched; how Wemmick had recommended his keepingclose for a time, and my keeping away from him; and what Wemmick hadsaid about getting him abroad. I added, that of course, when the timecame, I should go with him, or should follow close upon him, as mightbe safest in Wemmick’s judgment. What was to follow that I did nottouch upon; neither, indeed, was I at all clear or comfortable about itin my own mind, now that I saw him in that softer condition, and indeclared peril for my sake. As to altering my way of living byenlarging my expenses, I put it to him whether in our present unsettledand difficult circumstances, it would not be simply ridiculous, if itHe could not deny this, and indeed was very reasonable throughout. Hiscoming back was a venture, he said, and he had always known it to be aventure. He would do nothing to make it a desperate venture, and he had | 1Dickens |
He took out of his pocket a great thick pocket-book, bursting withpapers, and tossed it on the table.“There’s something worth spending in that there book, dear boy. It’syourn. All I’ve got ain’t mine; it’s yourn. Don’t you be afeerd on it.There’s more where that come from. I’ve come to the old country fur tosee my gentleman spend his money _like_ a gentleman. That’ll be _my_pleasure. _My_ pleasure ’ull be fur to see him do it. And blast youall!” he wound up, looking round the room and snapping his fingers oncewith a loud snap, “blast you every one, from the judge in his wig, tothe colonist a stirring up the dust, I’ll show a better gentleman thanthe whole kit on you put together!”“Stop!” said I, almost in a frenzy of fear and dislike, “I want tospeak to you. I want to know what is to be done. I want to know how you | 1Dickens |
“And then after you had sent the letter he dissuaded you from “He told me that it would hurt his self-respect that any other man should find the money for such an object, and that though he was a poor man himself he would devote his last penny to removing the obstacles which divided us.” “He appears to be a very consistent character. And then you heard nothing until you read the reports of the death in the paper?” “And he made you swear to say nothing about your appointment with “He did. He said that the death was a very mysterious one, and that I should certainly be suspected if the facts came out. He frightened me into remaining silent.” “Quite so. But you had your suspicions?” She hesitated and looked down. “I knew him,” she said. “But if he had kept faith with me I should always have done so with him.” | 2Doyle |
"He's in the dining-room, sir, along with mistress. I'llshow you up-stairs, if you please.""Thank'ee. He knows me," said Scrooge, with his handalready on the dining-room lock. "I'll go in here, my dear."He turned it gently, and sidled his face in, round the door.They were looking at the table (which was spread out ingreat array); for these young housekeepers are always nervouson such points, and like to see that everything is right.Dear heart alive, how his niece by marriage started!Scrooge had forgotten, for the moment, about her sittingin the corner with the footstool, or he wouldn't have doneit, on any account."Why bless my soul!" cried Fred, "who's that?""It's I. Your uncle Scrooge. I have come to dinner.Will you let me in, Fred?"Let him in! It is a mercy he didn't shake his arm off.He was at home in five minutes. Nothing could be heartier.His niece looked just the same. So did Topper when he | 1Dickens |
it is not IDENTICAL with the correct one: it may be a PART of thecorrect Conclusion, and so be quite correct, AS FAR AS IT GOES. Inthis case you would merely remark, with a pitying smile, "DEFECTIVEConclusion!" Suppose, of example, you were to meet with this "All unselfish people are generous; No misers are generous. &there4 No misers are unselfish."the Premisses of which might be thus expressed in letters:-- "All x' are m; No y are m."Here the correct Conclusion would be "All x' are y'" (that is,"All unselfish people are not misers"), while the Conclusion, drawnby the writer, is "No y are x'," (which is the same as "No x' arey," and so is PART of "All x' are y'.") Here you would simply say"DEFECTIVE Conclusion!" The same thing would happen, if you werein a confectioner's shop, and if a little boy were to come in, putdown twopence, and march off triumphantly with a single penny-bun. | 0Caroll |
chair of honour by the fire. “How did you get on up town?”I answered, “Pretty well, sir,” and my sister shook her fist at me.“Pretty well?” Mr. Pumblechook repeated. “Pretty well is no answer.Tell us what you mean by pretty well, boy?”Whitewash on the forehead hardens the brain into a state of obstinacyperhaps. Anyhow, with whitewash from the wall on my forehead, myobstinacy was adamantine. I reflected for some time, and then answeredas if I had discovered a new idea, “I mean pretty well.”My sister with an exclamation of impatience was going to fly at me,—Ihad no shadow of defence, for Joe was busy in the forge,—when Mr.Pumblechook interposed with “No! Don’t lose your temper. Leave this ladto me, ma’am; leave this lad to me.” Mr. Pumblechook then turned metowards him, as if he were going to cut my hair, and said,—“First (to get our thoughts in order): Forty-three pence?” | 1Dickens |
Even this, though, when Scrooge looked at it with increasingsteadiness, was not its strangest quality. For as its beltsparkled and glittered now in one part and now in another,and what was light one instant, at another time was dark, sothe figure itself fluctuated in its distinctness: being now athing with one arm, now with one leg, now with twenty legs,now a pair of legs without a head, now a head without abody: of which dissolving parts, no outline would be visiblein the dense gloom wherein they melted away. And in thevery wonder of this, it would be itself again; distinct and"Are you the Spirit, sir, whose coming was foretold toThe voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low, as ifinstead of being so close beside him, it were at a distance."Who, and what are you?" Scrooge demanded."I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.""Long Past?" inquired Scrooge: observant of its dwarfishPerhaps, Scrooge could not have told anybody why, if | 1Dickens |
children from being some day citizens of the same world-wide countryunder a flag which shall be a quartering of the Union Jack with the“The case has been an interesting one,” remarked Holmes when ourvisitors had left us, “because it serves to show very clearly howsimple the explanation may be of an affair which at first sight seemsto be almost inexplicable. Nothing could be more natural than thesequence of events as narrated by this lady, and nothing stranger thanthe result when viewed, for instance, by Mr. Lestrade of Scotland“You were not yourself at fault at all, then?”“From the first, two facts were very obvious to me, the one that thelady had been quite willing to undergo the wedding ceremony, the otherthat she had repented of it within a few minutes of returning home.Obviously something had occurred during the morning, then, to cause herto change her mind. What could that something be? She could not have | 2Doyle |
that they cannot ride roughshod over the rights of the commoners, confound them! And I’ve closed the wood where the Fernworthy folk used to picnic. These infernal people seem to think that there are no rights of property, and that they can swarm where they like with their papers and their bottles. Both cases decided, Dr. Watson, and both in my favour. I haven’t had such a day since I had Sir John Morland for trespass because he shot in his own “How on earth did you do that?” “Look it up in the books, sir. It will repay reading—Frankland _v_. Morland, Court of Queen’s Bench. It cost me £200, but I got “Did it do you any good?” “None, sir, none. I am proud to say that I had no interest in the matter. I act entirely from a sense of public duty. I have no doubt, for example, that the Fernworthy people will burn me in | 2Doyle |
knowledge or belief that his daughter is in existence.”For once, the powerful pocket-handkerchief failed. My reply was sounexpected, that Mr. Jaggers put the handkerchief back into his pocketwithout completing the usual performance, folded his arms, and lookedwith stern attention at me, though with an immovable face.Then I told him all I knew, and how I knew it; with the one reservationthat I left him to infer that I knew from Miss Havisham what I in factknew from Wemmick. I was very careful indeed as to that. Nor did I looktowards Wemmick until I had finished all I had to tell, and had beenfor some time silently meeting Mr. Jaggers’s look. When I did at lastturn my eyes in Wemmick’s direction, I found that he had unposted hispen, and was intent upon the table before him.“Hah!” said Mr. Jaggers at last, as he moved towards the papers on thetable. “What item was it you were at, Wemmick, when Mr. Pip came in?” | 1Dickens |
his way. When he was sober he used to be fond of playing backgammon anddraughts with me, and he would make me his representative both with theservants and with the tradespeople, so that by the time that I wassixteen I was quite master of the house. I kept all the keys and couldgo where I liked and do what I liked, so long as I did not disturb himin his privacy. There was one singular exception, however, for he had asingle room, a lumber-room up among the attics, which was invariablylocked, and which he would never permit either me or anyone else toenter. With a boy’s curiosity I have peeped through the keyhole, but Iwas never able to see more than such a collection of old trunks andbundles as would be expected in such a room.“One day—it was in March, 1883—a letter with a foreign stamp lay uponthe table in front of the colonel’s plate. It was not a common thing | 2Doyle |
"The hour itself," said Scrooge, triumphantly, "and nothing else!"He spoke before the hour bell sounded, which it now did with adeep, dull, hollow, melancholy ONE. Light flashed up in the roomupon the instant, and the curtains of his bed were drawn.The curtains of his bed were drawn aside, I tell you, by ahand. Not the curtains at his feet, nor the curtains at hisback, but those to which his face was addressed. The curtainsof his bed were drawn aside; and Scrooge, starting up into ahalf-recumbent attitude, found himself face to face with theunearthly visitor who drew them: as close to it as I am nowto you, and I am standing in the spirit at your elbow.It was a strange figure--like a child: yet not so like achild as like an old man, viewed through some supernaturalmedium, which gave him the appearance of having recededfrom the view, and being diminished to a child's proportions. | 1Dickens |
company, and so retired with enough to keep us. I won’t deny that therewas some feeling about the division of the money and it stood betweenus for a time, but it was all forgiven and forgotten, and we were thebest of friends together.”“Looking back at the evening which you spent together, does anythingstand out in your memory as throwing any possible light upon thetragedy? Think carefully, Mr. Tregennis, for any clue which can help“There is nothing at all, sir.”“Your people were in their usual spirits?”“Were they nervous people? Did they ever show any apprehension of“Nothing of the kind.”“You have nothing to add then, which could assist me?”Mortimer Tregennis considered earnestly for a moment.“There is one thing that occurs to me,” said he at last. “As we sat atthe table my back was to the window, and my brother George, he being mypartner at cards, was facing it. I saw him once look hard over my | 2Doyle |
Cratchit. "And your brother, Tiny Tim! And Marthawarn't as late last Christmas Day by half-an-hour?""Here's Martha, mother!" said a girl, appearing as she"Here's Martha, mother!" cried the two young Cratchits."Hurrah! There's such a goose, Martha!""Why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you are!"said Mrs. Cratchit, kissing her a dozen times, and taking offher shawl and bonnet for her with officious zeal."We'd a deal of work to finish up last night," replied thegirl, "and had to clear away this morning, mother!""Well! Never mind so long as you are come," said Mrs.Cratchit. "Sit ye down before the fire, my dear, and havea warm, Lord bless ye!""No, no! There's father coming," cried the two youngCratchits, who were everywhere at once. "Hide, Martha,So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father,with at least three feet of comforter exclusive of the fringe,hanging down before him; and his threadbare clothes darnedup and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his | 1Dickens |
forcing our way through gorse bushes, panting up hills and rushing down slopes, heading always in the direction whence those dreadful sounds had come. At every rise Holmes looked eagerly round him, but the shadows were thick upon the moor, and nothing moved upon its dreary face. “Can you see anything?” “But, hark, what is that?” A low moan had fallen upon our ears. There it was again upon our left! On that side a ridge of rocks ended in a sheer cliff which overlooked a stone-strewn slope. On its jagged face was spread-eagled some dark, irregular object. As we ran towards it the vague outline hardened into a definite shape. It was a prostrate man face downward upon the ground, the head doubled under him at a horrible angle, the shoulders rounded and the body hunched together as if in the act of throwing a somersault. So grotesque was the attitude that I could not for the instant | 2Doyle |
intimate; I will say with the fair daughter to whom he is so devotedlyattached, and who is so devotedly attached to him? Believe me, MissPross, I don’t approach the topic with you, out of curiosity, but out of“Well! To the best of my understanding, and bad’s the best, you’ll tellme,” said Miss Pross, softened by the tone of the apology, “he is afraidof the whole subject.”“It’s plain enough, I should think, why he may be. It’s a dreadfulremembrance. Besides that, his loss of himself grew out of it. Notknowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may neverfeel certain of not losing himself again. That alone wouldn’t make thesubject pleasant, I should think.”It was a profounder remark than Mr. Lorry had looked for. “True,” saidhe, “and fearful to reflect upon. Yet, a doubt lurks in my mind, MissPross, whether it is good for Doctor Manette to have that suppression | 1Dickens |
of light. For a minute or more the hand, with its writhing fingers,protruded out of the floor. Then it was withdrawn as suddenly as itappeared, and all was dark again save the single lurid spark whichmarked a chink between the stones.Its disappearance, however, was but momentary. With a rending, tearingsound, one of the broad, white stones turned over upon its side andleft a square, gaping hole, through which streamed the light of alantern. Over the edge there peeped a clean-cut, boyish face, whichlooked keenly about it, and then, with a hand on either side of theaperture, drew itself shoulder-high and waist-high, until one kneerested upon the edge. In another instant he stood at the side of thehole and was hauling after him a companion, lithe and small likehimself, with a pale face and a shock of very red hair.“It’s all clear,” he whispered. “Have you the chisel and the bags? | 2Doyle |
I had been delayed at a case, and it was a little after half-past sixwhen I found myself in Baker Street once more. As I approached thehouse I saw a tall man in a Scotch bonnet with a coat which wasbuttoned up to his chin waiting outside in the bright semicircle whichwas thrown from the fanlight. Just as I arrived the door was opened,and we were shown up together to Holmes’ room.“Mr. Henry Baker, I believe,” said he, rising from his armchair andgreeting his visitor with the easy air of geniality which he could soreadily assume. “Pray take this chair by the fire, Mr. Baker. It is acold night, and I observe that your circulation is more adapted forsummer than for winter. Ah, Watson, you have just come at the righttime. Is that your hat, Mr. Baker?”“Yes, sir, that is undoubtedly my hat.”He was a large man with rounded shoulders, a massive head, and a broad, | 2Doyle |
high opinion of my honour,” said he, “you want the money before yougive up the book.”“Well, mister, it is a business proposition.”“All right. Have your way.” He sat down at the table and scribbled acheck, which he tore from the book, but he refrained from handing it tohis companion. “After all, since we are to be on such terms, Mr.Altamont,” said he, “I don’t see why I should trust you any more thanyou trust me. Do you understand?” he added, looking back over hisshoulder at the American. “There’s the check upon the table. I claimthe right to examine that parcel before you pick the money up.”The American passed it over without a word. Von Bork undid a winding ofstring and two wrappers of paper. Then he sat gazing for a moment insilent amazement at a small blue book which lay before him. Across thecover was printed in golden letters _Practical Handbook of Bee | 2Doyle |
Now, being prepared for almost anything, he was not byany means prepared for nothing; and, consequently, when theBell struck One, and no shape appeared, he was taken with aviolent fit of trembling. Five minutes, ten minutes, a quarterof an hour went by, yet nothing came. All this time, he layupon his bed, the very core and centre of a blaze of ruddylight, which streamed upon it when the clock proclaimed thehour; and which, being only light, was more alarming thana dozen ghosts, as he was powerless to make out what itmeant, or would be at; and was sometimes apprehensivethat he might be at that very moment an interesting case ofspontaneous combustion, without having the consolation ofknowing it. At last, however, he began to think--as you orI would have thought at first; for it is always the person notin the predicament who knows what ought to have been donein it, and would unquestionably have done it too--at last, I | 1Dickens |
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your object to be, purely and truthfully, as you have stated it. Ibelieve your intention is to perpetuate, and not to weaken, the tiesbetween me and my other and far dearer self. If she should ever tell methat you are essential to her perfect happiness, I will give her to you.If there were--Charles Darnay, if there were--”The young man had taken his hand gratefully; their hands were joined as“--any fancies, any reasons, any apprehensions, anything whatsoever,new or old, against the man she really loved--the direct responsibilitythereof not lying on his head--they should all be obliterated for hersake. She is everything to me; more to me than suffering, more to methan wrong, more to me--Well! This is idle talk.”So strange was the way in which he faded into silence, and so strangehis fixed look when he had ceased to speak, that Darnay felt his ownhand turn cold in the hand that slowly released and dropped it. | 1Dickens |
was a disgraceful one. When I remembered that you had seen her at thatwindow, and how she had fainted on seeing the coronet again, myconjecture became a certainty.“And who could it be who was her confederate? A lover evidently, forwho else could outweigh the love and gratitude which she must feel toyou? I knew that you went out little, and that your circle of friendswas a very limited one. But among them was Sir George Burnwell. I hadheard of him before as being a man of evil reputation among women. Itmust have been he who wore those boots and retained the missing gems.Even though he knew that Arthur had discovered him, he might stillflatter himself that he was safe, for the lad could not say a wordwithout compromising his own family.“Well, your own good sense will suggest what measures I took next. Iwent in the shape of a loafer to Sir George’s house, managed to pick up | 2Doyle |
“And I went to look at the folk in the park,” said Baskerville. “But we had no trouble of any kind.” “It was imprudent, all the same,” said Holmes, shaking his head and looking very grave. “I beg, Sir Henry, that you will not go about alone. Some great misfortune will befall you if you do. Did you get your other boot?” “No, sir, it is gone forever.” “Indeed. That is very interesting. Well, good-bye,” he added as the train began to glide down the platform. “Bear in mind, Sir Henry, one of the phrases in that queer old legend which Dr. Mortimer has read to us, and avoid the moor in those hours of darkness when the powers of evil are exalted.” I looked back at the platform when we had left it far behind and saw the tall, austere figure of Holmes standing motionless and The journey was a swift and pleasant one, and I spent it in | 2Doyle |
pocket-book. He then put up the pocket-book and set the candle a littleaside, after peering round it into the darkness at Joe and me, toascertain which was which.“My name,” he said, “is Jaggers, and I am a lawyer in London. I ampretty well known. I have unusual business to transact with you, and Icommence by explaining that it is not of my originating. If my advicehad been asked, I should not have been here. It was not asked, and yousee me here. What I have to do as the confidential agent of another, Ido. No less, no more.”Finding that he could not see us very well from where he sat, he gotup, and threw one leg over the back of a chair and leaned upon it; thushaving one foot on the seat of the chair, and one foot on the ground.“Now, Joseph Gargery, I am the bearer of an offer to relieve you of | 1Dickens |
investigation. It was marked, however, at the outset by an incidentwhich left the most sinister impression upon my mind. The approach tothe spot at which the tragedy occurred is down a narrow, winding,country lane. While we made our way along it we heard the rattle of acarriage coming towards us and stood aside to let it pass. As it droveby us I caught a glimpse through the closed window of a horriblycontorted, grinning face glaring out at us. Those staring eyes andgnashing teeth flashed past us like a dreadful vision.“My brothers!” cried Mortimer Tregennis, white to his lips. “They aretaking them to Helston.”We looked with horror after the black carriage, lumbering upon its way.Then we turned our steps towards this ill-omened house in which theyhad met their strange fate.It was a large and bright dwelling, rather a villa than a cottage, witha considerable garden which was already, in that Cornish air, well | 2Doyle |
city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things whichare going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, thecross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working throughgenerations, and leading to the most _outré_ results, it would make allfiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale“And yet I am not convinced of it,” I answered. “The cases which cometo light in the papers are, as a rule, bald enough, and vulgar enough.We have in our police reports realism pushed to its extreme limits, andyet the result is, it must be confessed, neither fascinating nor“A certain selection and discretion must be used in producing arealistic effect,” remarked Holmes. “This is wanting in the policereport, where more stress is laid, perhaps, upon the platitudes of themagistrate than upon the details, which to an observer contain thevital essence of the whole matter. Depend upon it, there is nothing sounnatural as the commonplace.” | 2Doyle |
hung so loosely on the figure, that its capacious breast wasbare, as if disdaining to be warded or concealed by anyartifice. Its feet, observable beneath the ample folds of thegarment, were also bare; and on its head it wore no othercovering than a holly wreath, set here and there with shiningicicles. Its dark brown curls were long and free; free as itsgenial face, its sparkling eye, its open hand, its cheery voice,its unconstrained demeanour, and its joyful air. Girdedround its middle was an antique scabbard; but no swordwas in it, and the ancient sheath was eaten up with rust."You have never seen the like of me before!" exclaimed"Never," Scrooge made answer to it."Have never walked forth with the younger members ofmy family; meaning (for I am very young) my elder brothersborn in these later years?" pursued the Phantom."I don't think I have," said Scrooge. "I am afraid I havenot. Have you had many brothers, Spirit?" | 1Dickens |
understood to terminate the Course for the evening, and we emerged intothe air with shrieks of intellectual victory. It is fair to remark thatthere was no prohibition against any pupil’s entertaining himself witha slate or even with the ink (when there was any), but that it was noteasy to pursue that branch of study in the winter season, on account ofthe little general shop in which the classes were holden—and which wasalso Mr. Wopsle’s great-aunt’s sitting-room and bedchamber—being butfaintly illuminated through the agency of one low-spirited dip-candleIt appeared to me that it would take time to become uncommon, underthese circumstances: nevertheless, I resolved to try it, and that veryevening Biddy entered on our special agreement, by imparting someinformation from her little catalogue of Prices, under the head ofmoist sugar, and lending me, to copy at home, a large old English Dwhich she had imitated from the heading of some newspaper, and which I | 1Dickens |
beside the bed, a plain wooden chair against the wall, a round table,and a large iron safe were the principal things which met the eye.Holmes walked slowly round and examined each and all of them with the“What’s in here?” he asked, tapping the safe.“My stepfather’s business papers.”“Oh! you have seen inside, then?”“Only once, some years ago. I remember that it was full of papers.”“There isn’t a cat in it, for example?”“No. What a strange idea!”“Well, look at this!” He took up a small saucer of milk which stood onthe top of it.“No; we don’t keep a cat. But there is a cheetah and a baboon.”“Ah, yes, of course! Well, a cheetah is just a big cat, and yet asaucer of milk does not go very far in satisfying its wants, I daresay.There is one point which I should wish to determine.” He squatted downin front of the wooden chair and examined the seat of it with the | 2Doyle |
rendering some service to her who had rendered so much to him. “Allcurious to see,” thought Mr. Lorry, in his amiably shrewd way, “but allnatural and right; so, take the lead, my dear friend, and keep it; itcouldn’t be in better hands.”But, though the Doctor tried hard, and never ceased trying, to getCharles Darnay set at liberty, or at least to get him brought to trial,the public current of the time set too strong and fast for him. The newera began; the king was tried, doomed, and beheaded; the Republic ofLiberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death, declared for victory or deathagainst the world in arms; the black flag waved night and day from thegreat towers of Notre Dame; three hundred thousand men, summoned to riseagainst the tyrants of the earth, rose from all the varying soilsof France, as if the dragon’s teeth had been sown broadcast, andhad yielded fruit equally on hill and plain, on rock, in gravel, and | 1Dickens |
since I had seen her I was in no hurry to leave it, and that if she really wanted me to go, the only way to work it was for her to arrange to go with me. With that I offered in as many words to marry her, but before she could answer, down came this brother of hers, running at us with a face on him like a madman. He was just white with rage, and those light eyes of his were blazing with fury. What was I doing with the lady? How dared I offer her attentions which were distasteful to her? Did I think that because I was a baronet I could do what I liked? If he had not been her brother I should have known better how to answer him. As it was I told him that my feelings towards his sister were such as I was not ashamed of, and that I hoped that she might honour | 2Doyle |
solemn vow already, to go through with this, that you waste the preciousmoments now? Take him yourself to the courtyard you know of, placehim yourself in the carriage, show him yourself to Mr. Lorry, tell himyourself to give him no restorative but air, and to remember my words oflast night, and his promise of last night, and drive away!”The Spy withdrew, and Carton seated himself at the table, resting hisforehead on his hands. The Spy returned immediately, with two men.“How, then?” said one of them, contemplating the fallen figure. “Soafflicted to find that his friend has drawn a prize in the lottery of“A good patriot,” said the other, “could hardly have been more afflictedif the Aristocrat had drawn a blank.”They raised the unconscious figure, placed it on a litter they hadbrought to the door, and bent to carry it away.“The time is short, Evrémonde,” said the Spy, in a warning voice. | 1Dickens |
it was that I should be encompassed by all this taint of prison andcrime; that, in my childhood out on our lonely marshes on a winterevening, I should have first encountered it; that, it should havereappeared on two occasions, starting out like a stain that was fadedbut not gone; that, it should in this new way pervade my fortune andadvancement. While my mind was thus engaged, I thought of the beautifulyoung Estella, proud and refined, coming towards me, and I thought withabsolute abhorrence of the contrast between the jail and her. I wishedthat Wemmick had not met me, or that I had not yielded to him and gonewith him, so that, of all days in the year on this day, I might nothave had Newgate in my breath and on my clothes. I beat the prison dustoff my feet as I sauntered to and fro, and I shook it out of my dress, | 1Dickens |
the cabman’s reply. For an instant he sat in silent amazement. Then he burst into a hearty laugh. “A touch, Watson—an undeniable touch!” said he. “I feel a foil as quick and supple as my own. He got home upon me very prettily that time. So his name was Sherlock Holmes, was it?” “Yes, sir, that was the gentleman’s name.” “Excellent! Tell me where you picked him up and all that “He hailed me at half-past nine in Trafalgar Square. He said that he was a detective, and he offered me two guineas if I would do exactly what he wanted all day and ask no questions. I was glad enough to agree. First we drove down to the Northumberland Hotel and waited there until two gentlemen came out and took a cab from the rank. We followed their cab until it pulled up somewhere near “This very door,” said Holmes. | 2Doyle |
Clara. But I have heard him constantly. He makes tremendousrows,—roars, and pegs at the floor with some frightful instrument.” Inlooking at me and then laughing heartily, Herbert for the timerecovered his usual lively manner.“Don’t you expect to see him?” said I.“O yes, I constantly expect to see him,” returned Herbert, “because Inever hear him, without expecting him to come tumbling through theceiling. But I don’t know how long the rafters may hold.”When he had once more laughed heartily, he became meek again, and toldme that the moment he began to realise Capital, it was his intention tomarry this young lady. He added as a self-evident proposition,engendering low spirits, “But you _can’t_ marry, you know, while you’reAs we contemplated the fire, and as I thought what a difficult visionto realise this same Capital sometimes was, I put my hands in mypockets. A folded piece of paper in one of them attracting my | 1Dickens |
the memorable time when he had revealed his own desolate heart toit--outwatched the awful night. He entered the courtyard and remainedthere for a few moments alone, looking up at the light in the window ofher room. Before he went away, he breathed a blessing towards it, and aIn the black prison of the Conciergerie, the doomed of the day awaitedtheir fate. They were in number as the weeks of the year. Fifty-two wereto roll that afternoon on the life-tide of the city to the boundlesseverlasting sea. Before their cells were quit of them, new occupantswere appointed; before their blood ran into the blood spilled yesterday,the blood that was to mingle with theirs to-morrow was already setTwo score and twelve were told off. From the farmer-general of seventy,whose riches could not buy his life, to the seamstress of twenty, whosepoverty and obscurity could not save her. Physical diseases, engenderedin the vices and neglects of men, will seize on victims of all degrees; | 1Dickens |
The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very anxiously into its face tosee what was the matter with it. There could be no doubt that it had a_very_ turn-up nose, much more like a snout than a real nose; also itseyes were getting extremely small for a baby: altogether Alice did notlike the look of the thing at all. "But perhaps it was only sobbing,"she thought, and looked into its eyes again, to see if there were anyNo, there were no tears. "If you're going to turn into a pig, my dear,"said Alice, seriously, "I'll have nothing more to do with you. Mindnow!" The poor little thing sobbed again (or grunted, it was impossibleto say which), and they went on for some while in silence.Alice was just beginning to think to herself, "Now, what am I to do withthis creature when I get it home?" when it grunted again, so violently, | 0Caroll |
“Why should I look at him?” returned Estella, with her eyes on meinstead. “What is there in that fellow in the corner yonder,—to useyour words,—that I need look at?”“Indeed, that is the very question I want to ask you,” said I. “For hehas been hovering about you all night.”“Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures,” replied Estella, with aglance towards him, “hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help“No,” I returned; “but cannot the Estella help it?”“Well!” said she, laughing, after a moment, “perhaps. Yes. Anything you“But, Estella, do hear me speak. It makes me wretched that you shouldencourage a man so generally despised as Drummle. You know he is“You know he is as ungainly within as without. A deficient,ill-tempered, lowering, stupid fellow.”“You know he has nothing to recommend him but money and a ridiculousroll of addle-headed predecessors; now, don’t you?”“Well?” said she again; and each time she said it, she opened her | 1Dickens |
“have no more sense than a baby!”Alice didn’t know what to say to this: it wasn’t at all likeconversation, she thought, as he never said anything to _her_; in fact,his last remark was evidently addressed to a tree—so she stood andsoftly repeated to herself:—“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall:Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.All the King’s horses and all the King’s menCouldn’t put Humpty Dumpty in his place again.”“That last line is much too long for the poetry,” she added, almost outloud, forgetting that Humpty Dumpty would hear her.“Don’t stand there chattering to yourself like that,” Humpty Dumptysaid, looking at her for the first time, “but tell me your name and“My _name_ is Alice, but—”“It’s a stupid enough name!” Humpty Dumpty interrupted impatiently.“What does it mean?”“_Must_ a name mean something?” Alice asked doubtfully.“Of course it must,” Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh: “_my_ namemeans the shape I am—and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a name | 0Caroll |
said to Herbert, “Let us go at once, or perhaps we shall meet him.”We made all the haste we could downstairs, but we were not quick enougheither. Standing at the door was a Jewish man with an unnatural heavysmear of eyebrow, who caught my eyes as we advanced, and said, when wecame up with him,—“Mr. Pip and friend?”Identity of Mr. Pip and friend confessed.“Mr. Waldengarver,” said the man, “would be glad to have the honour.”“Waldengarver?” I repeated—when Herbert murmured in my ear, “Probably“Oh!” said I. “Yes. Shall we follow you?”“A few steps, please.” When we were in a side alley, he turned andasked, “How did you think he looked?—I dressed him.”I don’t know what he had looked like, except a funeral; with theaddition of a large Danish sun or star hanging round his neck by a blueribbon, that had given him the appearance of being insured in someextraordinary Fire Office. But I said he had looked very nice. | 1Dickens |
would, there was his cunning, grinning face at my elbow. It grew worseas Alice grew up, for he soon saw I was more afraid of her knowing mypast than of the police. Whatever he wanted he must have, and whateverit was I gave him without question, land, money, houses, until at lasthe asked a thing which I could not give. He asked for Alice.“His son, you see, had grown up, and so had my girl, and as I was knownto be in weak health, it seemed a fine stroke to him that his ladshould step into the whole property. But there I was firm. I would nothave his cursed stock mixed with mine; not that I had any dislike tothe lad, but his blood was in him, and that was enough. I stood firm.McCarthy threatened. I braved him to do his worst. We were to meet atthe pool midway between our houses to talk it over. | 2Doyle |
"You'll see me there," said the Cat and vanished.Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so used to queerthings happening. While she was looking at the place where it had been,it suddenly appeared again."By-the-bye, what became of the baby?" said the Cat. "I'd nearly"It turned into a pig," Alice quietly said, just as if it had come backin a natural way."I thought it would," said the Cat, and vanished again.Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did notappear, and after a minute or two she walked on in the direction inwhich the March Hare was said to live. "I've seen hatters before," shesaid to herself; "the March Hare will be much the most interesting, andperhaps as this is May, it won't be raving mad--at least not so mad asit was in March." As she said this, she looked up, and there was the Cat | 0Caroll |
from them when he was keenly interested. “As clearly as I see you.” “And you said nothing?” “What was the use?” “How was it that no one else saw it?” “The marks were some twenty yards from the body and no one gave them a thought. I don’t suppose I should have done so had I not “There are many sheep-dogs on the moor?” “No doubt, but this was no sheep-dog.” “You say it was large?” “But it had not approached the body?” “What sort of night was it?’ “But not actually raining?” “What is the alley like?” “There are two lines of old yew hedge, twelve feet high and impenetrable. The walk in the centre is about eight feet across.” “Is there anything between the hedges and the walk?” “Yes, there is a strip of grass about six feet broad on either “I understand that the yew hedge is penetrated at one point by a | 2Doyle |
beginning to work herself into a mighty rage. “And I couldn’t be amatch for the noodles, without being a match for your master, who’s thedunder-headed king of the noodles. And I couldn’t be a match for therogues, without being a match for you, who are the blackest-looking andthe worst rogue between this and France. Now!”“You’re a foul shrew, Mother Gargery,” growled the journeyman. “If thatmakes a judge of rogues, you ought to be a good’un.”(“Let her alone, will you?” said Joe.)“What did you say?” cried my sister, beginning to scream. “What did yousay? What did that fellow Orlick say to me, Pip? What did he call me,with my husband standing by? Oh! oh! oh!” Each of these exclamationswas a shriek; and I must remark of my sister, what is equally true ofall the violent women I have ever seen, that passion was no excuse forher, because it is undeniable that instead of lapsing into passion, she | 1Dickens |
had gone backwards and forwards to London several times, and hadordered all I wanted of my tradesmen, Mr. Pocket and I had a long talktogether. He knew more of my intended career than I knew myself, for hereferred to his having been told by Mr. Jaggers that I was not designedfor any profession, and that I should be well enough educated for mydestiny if I could “hold my own” with the average of young men inprosperous circumstances. I acquiesced, of course, knowing nothing toHe advised my attending certain places in London, for the acquisitionof such mere rudiments as I wanted, and my investing him with thefunctions of explainer and director of all my studies. He hoped thatwith intelligent assistance I should meet with little to discourage me,and should soon be able to dispense with any aid but his. Through hisway of saying this, and much more to similar purpose, he placed himself | 1Dickens |
open the street door, ready for the coming of the poulterer'sman. As he stood there, waiting his arrival, the knocker"I shall love it, as long as I live!" cried Scrooge, pattingit with his hand. "I scarcely ever looked at it before.What an honest expression it has in its face! It's awonderful knocker!--Here's the Turkey! Hallo! Whoop!How are you! Merry Christmas!"It was a Turkey! He never could have stood upon hislegs, that bird. He would have snapped 'em short off in aminute, like sticks of sealing-wax."Why, it's impossible to carry that to Camden Town,"said Scrooge. "You must have a cab."The chuckle with which he said this, and the chuckle withwhich he paid for the Turkey, and the chuckle with whichhe paid for the cab, and the chuckle with which he recompensedthe boy, were only to be exceeded by the chucklewith which he sat down breathless in his chair again, andchuckled till he cried. | 1Dickens |
and saw that both boats were swinging round with the force of the tide,and saw that all hands on board the steamer were running forward quitefrantically. Still, in the same moment, I saw the prisoner start up,lean across his captor, and pull the cloak from the neck of theshrinking sitter in the galley. Still in the same moment, I saw thatthe face disclosed, was the face of the other convict of long ago.Still, in the same moment, I saw the face tilt backward with a whiteterror on it that I shall never forget, and heard a great cry on boardthe steamer, and a loud splash in the water, and felt the boat sinkIt was but for an instant that I seemed to struggle with a thousandmill-weirs and a thousand flashes of light; that instant past, I wastaken on board the galley. Herbert was there, and Startop was there;but our boat was gone, and the two convicts were gone. | 1Dickens |
could see the two men moving over the marsh. In that light, however, Isoon lost them, and, feeling very cold, lay down to think of thematter, and fell asleep again.We were up early. As we walked to and fro, all four together, beforebreakfast, I deemed it right to recount what I had seen. Again ourcharge was the least anxious of the party. It was very likely that themen belonged to the Custom House, he said quietly, and that they had nothought of us. I tried to persuade myself that it was so,—as, indeed,it might easily be. However, I proposed that he and I should walk awaytogether to a distant point we could see, and that the boat should takeus aboard there, or as near there as might prove feasible, at aboutnoon. This being considered a good precaution, soon after breakfast heand I set forth, without saying anything at the tavern. | 1Dickens |
"Scrooge and Marley's, I believe," said one of thegentlemen, referring to his list. "Have I the pleasureof addressing Mr. Scrooge, or Mr. Marley?""Mr. Marley has been dead these seven years,"Scrooge replied. "He died seven years ago, this very"We have no doubt his liberality is well representedby his surviving partner," said the gentleman, presentingIt certainly was; for they had been two kindredspirits. At the ominous word "liberality," Scroogefrowned, and shook his head, and handed the credentials"At this festive season of the year, Mr. Scrooge,"said the gentleman, taking up a pen, "it is more thanusually desirable that we should make some slightprovision for the Poor and destitute, who suffergreatly at the present time. Many thousands are inwant of common necessaries; hundreds of thousandsare in want of common comforts, sir.""Are there no prisons?" asked Scrooge."Plenty of prisons," said the gentleman, laying down"And the Union workhouses?" demanded Scrooge."Are they still in operation?""They are. Still," returned the gentleman, "I wish | 1Dickens |
“I could not call you in, Mr. Holmes, without disclosing these facts to the world, and I have already given my reasons for not wishing to do so. Besides, besides—” “Why do you hesitate?” “There is a realm in which the most acute and most experienced of “You mean that the thing is supernatural?” “I did not positively say so.” “No, but you evidently think it.” “Since the tragedy, Mr. Holmes, there have come to my ears several incidents which are hard to reconcile with the settled “I find that before the terrible event occurred several people had seen a creature upon the moor which corresponds with this Baskerville demon, and which could not possibly be any animal known to science. They all agreed that it was a huge creature, luminous, ghastly, and spectral. I have cross-examined these men, one of them a hard-headed countryman, one a farrier, and one a | 2Doyle |
very long; the candle, however, had been blown out.Nothing had been taken away from any part of the house. Neither, beyondthe blowing out of the candle,—which stood on a table between the doorand my sister, and was behind her when she stood facing the fire andwas struck,—was there any disarrangement of the kitchen, excepting suchas she herself had made, in falling and bleeding. But, there was oneremarkable piece of evidence on the spot. She had been struck withsomething blunt and heavy, on the head and spine; after the blows weredealt, something heavy had been thrown down at her with considerableviolence, as she lay on her face. And on the ground beside her, whenJoe picked her up, was a convict’s leg-iron which had been filedNow, Joe, examining this iron with a smith’s eye, declared it to havebeen filed asunder some time ago. The hue and cry going off to theHulks, and people coming thence to examine the iron, Joe’s opinion was | 1Dickens |
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has become of Mr. Hosmer Angel.”“Why did you come away to consult me in such a hurry?” asked SherlockHolmes, with his finger-tips together and his eyes to the ceiling.Again a startled look came over the somewhat vacuous face of Miss MarySutherland. “Yes, I did bang out of the house,” she said, “for it mademe angry to see the easy way in which Mr. Windibank—that is, myfather—took it all. He would not go to the police, and he would not goto you, and so at last, as he would do nothing and kept on saying thatthere was no harm done, it made me mad, and I just on with my thingsand came right away to you.”“Your father,” said Holmes, “your stepfather, surely, since the name is“Yes, my stepfather. I call him father, though it sounds funny, too,for he is only five years and two months older than myself.”“And your mother is alive?” | 2Doyle |
at the door. I still held her forcibly down with all my strength, likea prisoner who might escape; and I doubt if I even knew who she was, orwhy we had struggled, or that she had been in flames, or that theflames were out, until I saw the patches of tinder that had been hergarments no longer alight but falling in a black shower around us.She was insensible, and I was afraid to have her moved, or eventouched. Assistance was sent for, and I held her until it came, as if Iunreasonably fancied (I think I did) that, if I let her go, the firewould break out again and consume her. When I got up, on the surgeon’scoming to her with other aid, I was astonished to see that both myhands were burnt; for, I had no knowledge of it through the sense ofOn examination it was pronounced that she had received serious hurts, | 1Dickens |
mysterious epistle again twice, before its injunction to me to besecret got mechanically into my mind. Yielding to it in the samemechanical kind of way, I left a note in pencil for Herbert, tellinghim that as I should be so soon going away, I knew not for how long, Ihad decided to hurry down and back, to ascertain for myself how MissHavisham was faring. I had then barely time to get my great-coat, lockup the chambers, and make for the coach-office by the short by-ways. IfI had taken a hackney-chariot and gone by the streets, I should havemissed my aim; going as I did, I caught the coach just as it came outof the yard. I was the only inside passenger, jolting away knee-deep instraw, when I came to myself.For I really had not been myself since the receipt of the letter; ithad so bewildered me, ensuing on the hurry of the morning. The morning | 1Dickens |
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together, walking up and down together, till her love and company havebrought him to himself.”Notwithstanding Miss Pross’s denial of her own imagination, there was aperception of the pain of being monotonously haunted by one sad idea,in her repetition of the phrase, walking up and down, which testified toher possessing such a thing.The corner has been mentioned as a wonderful corner for echoes; ithad begun to echo so resoundingly to the tread of coming feet, that itseemed as though the very mention of that weary pacing to and fro had“Here they are!” said Miss Pross, rising to break up the conference;“and now we shall have hundreds of people pretty soon!”It was such a curious corner in its acoustical properties, such apeculiar Ear of a place, that as Mr. Lorry stood at the open window,looking for the father and daughter whose steps he heard, he fanciedthey would never approach. Not only would the echoes die away, as though | 1Dickens |
"A barrowful of _what_?" thought Alice. But she had not long to doubt,for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at thewindow, and some of them hit her in the face. "I'll put a stop to this,"she said to herself, and shouted out "You'd better not do that again!"which produced another dead silence.Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning intolittle cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into herhead. "If I eat one of these cakes," she thought, "it's sure to make_some_ change in my size; and, as it can't possibly make me larger, itmust make me smaller, I suppose."So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that shebegan shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get throughthe door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of little | 0Caroll |
than ever, and we after them. After a while, we had so run it down,that we could hear one voice calling “Murder!” and another voice,“Convicts! Runaways! Guard! This way for the runaway convicts!” Thenboth voices would seem to be stifled in a struggle, and then wouldbreak out again. And when it had come to this, the soldiers ran likedeer, and Joe too.The sergeant ran in first, when we had run the noise quite down, andtwo of his men ran in close upon him. Their pieces were cocked andlevelled when we all ran in.“Here are both men!” panted the sergeant, struggling at the bottom of aditch. “Surrender, you two! and confound you for two wild beasts! ComeWater was splashing, and mud was flying, and oaths were being sworn,and blows were being struck, when some more men went down into theditch to help the sergeant, and dragged out, separately, my convict and | 1Dickens |
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