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hat. A tin box for botanical specimens hung over his shoulder and he carried a green butterfly-net in one of his hands. “You will, I am sure, excuse my presumption, Dr. Watson,” said he as he came panting up to where I stood. “Here on the moor we are homely folk and do not wait for formal introductions. You may possibly have heard my name from our mutual friend, Mortimer. I am Stapleton, of Merripit House.” “Your net and box would have told me as much,” said I, “for I knew that Mr. Stapleton was a naturalist. But how did you know “I have been calling on Mortimer, and he pointed you out to me from the window of his surgery as you passed. As our road lay the same way I thought that I would overtake you and introduce myself. I trust that Sir Henry is none the worse for his | 2Doyle |
but that they of themselves were far from hopeless; the danger laymainly in the nervous shock. By the surgeon’s directions, her bed wascarried into that room and laid upon the great table, which happened tobe well suited to the dressing of her injuries. When I saw her again,an hour afterwards, she lay, indeed, where I had seen her strike herstick, and had heard her say that she would lie one day.Though every vestige of her dress was burnt, as they told me, she stillhad something of her old ghastly bridal appearance; for, they hadcovered her to the throat with white cotton-wool, and as she lay with awhite sheet loosely overlying that, the phantom air of something thathad been and was changed was still upon her.I found, on questioning the servants, that Estella was in Paris, and Igot a promise from the surgeon that he would write to her by the next | 1Dickens |
Therefore, when Sunday came, the mender of roads was not enchanted(though he said he was) to find that madame was to accompany monsieurand himself to Versailles. It was additionally disconcerting to havemadame knitting all the way there, in a public conveyance; it wasadditionally disconcerting yet, to have madame in the crowd in theafternoon, still with her knitting in her hands as the crowd waited tosee the carriage of the King and Queen.“You work hard, madame,” said a man near her.“Yes,” answered Madame Defarge; “I have a good deal to do.”“What do you make, madame?”“For instance,” returned Madame Defarge, composedly, “shrouds.”The man moved a little further away, as soon as he could, and the menderof roads fanned himself with his blue cap: feeling it mightily closeand oppressive. If he needed a King and Queen to restore him, he wasfortunate in having his remedy at hand; for, soon the large-faced Kingand the fair-faced Queen came in their golden coach, attended by the | 1Dickens |
were enough to shake nerves of steel. She responded beautifully. Thephotograph is in a recess behind a sliding panel just above the rightbell-pull. She was there in an instant, and I caught a glimpse of it asshe half drew it out. When I cried out that it was a false alarm, shereplaced it, glanced at the rocket, rushed from the room, and I havenot seen her since. I rose, and, making my excuses, escaped from thehouse. I hesitated whether to attempt to secure the photograph at once;but the coachman had come in, and as he was watching me narrowly, itseemed safer to wait. A little over-precipitance may ruin all.”“And now?” I asked.“Our quest is practically finished. I shall call with the Kingto-morrow, and with you, if you care to come with us. We will be showninto the sitting-room to wait for the lady, but it is probable thatwhen she comes she may find neither us nor the photograph. It might be | 2Doyle |
more than it could bear. If, on the other hand, I am to do it in thename of the firm, then in justice to my partner I must insist that,even in your case, every businesslike precaution should be taken.’“‘I should much prefer to have it so,’ said he, raising up a square,black morocco case which he had laid beside his chair. ‘You havedoubtless heard of the Beryl Coronet?’“‘One of the most precious public possessions of the empire,’ said I.“‘Precisely.’ He opened the case, and there, imbedded in soft,flesh-coloured velvet, lay the magnificent piece of jewellery which hehad named. ‘There are thirty-nine enormous beryls,’ said he, ‘and theprice of the gold chasing is incalculable. The lowest estimate wouldput the worth of the coronet at double the sum which I have asked. I amprepared to leave it with you as my security.’“I took the precious case into my hands and looked in some perplexity | 2Doyle |
these images, and yet I was so intent, all the time, upon himhimself,—who would not be intent on the tiger crouching to spring!—thatI knew of the slightest action of his fingers.When he had drunk this second time, he rose from the bench on which hesat, and pushed the table aside. Then, he took up the candle, and,shading it with his murderous hand so as to throw its light on me,stood before me, looking at me and enjoying the sight.“Wolf, I’ll tell you something more. It was Old Orlick as you tumbledover on your stairs that night.”I saw the staircase with its extinguished lamps. I saw the shadows ofthe heavy stair-rails, thrown by the watchman’s lantern on the wall. Isaw the rooms that I was never to see again; here, a door half open;there, a door closed; all the articles of furniture around.“And why was Old Orlick there? I’ll tell you something more, wolf. You | 1Dickens |
man out of his wits. His heart and soul were in the scene,and with his former self. He corroborated everything,remembered everything, enjoyed everything, and underwentthe strangest agitation. It was not until now, when thebright faces of his former self and Dick were turned fromthem, that he remembered the Ghost, and became consciousthat it was looking full upon him, while the light upon itshead burnt very clear."A small matter," said the Ghost, "to make these sillyfolks so full of gratitude."The Spirit signed to him to listen to the two apprentices,who were pouring out their hearts in praise of Fezziwig:and when he had done so, said,"Why! Is it not? He has spent but a few pounds ofyour mortal money: three or four perhaps. Is that somuch that he deserves this praise?""It isn't that," said Scrooge, heated by the remark, andspeaking unconsciously like his former, not his latter, self."It isn't that, Spirit. He has the power to render us happy | 1Dickens |
mission of all, but since he had taken it over those talents had becomemore and more manifest to the half-dozen people in the world who werereally in touch with the truth. One of these was his present companion,Baron Von Herling, the chief secretary of the legation, whose huge100-horse-power Benz car was blocking the country lane as it waited towaft its owner back to London.“So far as I can judge the trend of events, you will probably be backin Berlin within the week,” the secretary was saying. “When you getthere, my dear Von Bork, I think you will be surprised at the welcomeyou will receive. I happen to know what is thought in the highestquarters of your work in this country.” He was a huge man, thesecretary, deep, broad, and tall, with a slow, heavy fashion of speechwhich had been his main asset in his political career.“They are not very hard to deceive,” he remarked. “A more docile, | 2Doyle |
Great Scott! Jump, Archie, jump, and I’ll swing for it!”Sherlock Holmes had sprung out and seized the intruder by the collar.The other dived down the hole, and I heard the sound of rending clothas Jones clutched at his skirts. The light flashed upon the barrel of arevolver, but Holmes’ hunting crop came down on the man’s wrist, andthe pistol clinked upon the stone floor.“It’s no use, John Clay,” said Holmes blandly. “You have no chance at“So I see,” the other answered with the utmost coolness. “I fancy thatmy pal is all right, though I see you have got his coat-tails.”“There are three men waiting for him at the door,” said Holmes.“Oh, indeed! You seem to have done the thing very completely. I must“And I you,” Holmes answered. “Your red-headed idea was very new and“You’ll see your pal again presently,” said Jones. “He’s quicker atclimbing down holes than I am. Just hold out while I fix the derbies.” | 2Doyle |
strongest assurances. To both, he wrote that he would despatch lettersin proof of his safety, immediately after his arrival.It was a hard day, that day of being among them, with the firstreservation of their joint lives on his mind. It was a hard matter topreserve the innocent deceit of which they were profoundly unsuspicious.But, an affectionate glance at his wife, so happy and busy, made himresolute not to tell her what impended (he had been half moved to do it,so strange it was to him to act in anything without her quiet aid), andthe day passed quickly. Early in the evening he embraced her, and herscarcely less dear namesake, pretending that he would return by-and-bye(an imaginary engagement took him out, and he had secreted a valiseof clothes ready), and so he emerged into the heavy mist of the heavystreets, with a heavier heart.The unseen force was drawing him fast to itself, now, and all the tides | 1Dickens |
herself, and stood looking at the speaker. This change had a greatinfluence in bringing Camilla’s chemistry to a sudden end.“Matthew will come and see me at last,” said Miss Havisham, sternly,“when I am laid on that table. That will be his place,—there,” strikingthe table with her stick, “at my head! And yours will be there! Andyour husband’s there! And Sarah Pocket’s there! And Georgiana’s there!Now you all know where to take your stations when you come to feastupon me. And now go!”At the mention of each name, she had struck the table with her stick ina new place. She now said, “Walk me, walk me!” and we went on again.“I suppose there’s nothing to be done,” exclaimed Camilla, “but complyand depart. It’s something to have seen the object of one’s love andduty for even so short a time. I shall think of it with a melancholysatisfaction when I wake up in the night. I wish Matthew could have | 1Dickens |
centre of this room there was an upright beam, which had been placed at some period as a support for the old worm-eaten baulk of timber which spanned the roof. To this post a figure was tied, so swathed and muffled in the sheets which had been used to secure it that one could not for the moment tell whether it was that of a man or a woman. One towel passed round the throat and was secured at the back of the pillar. Another covered the lower part of the face, and over it two dark eyes—eyes full of grief and shame and a dreadful questioning—stared back at us. In a minute we had torn off the gag, unswathed the bonds, and Mrs. Stapleton sank upon the floor in front of us. As her beautiful head fell upon her chest I saw the clear red weal of a whiplash | 2Doyle |
correct, very shortly take place, between Lord Robert St. Simon, secondson of the Duke of Balmoral, and Miss Hatty Doran, the only daughter ofAloysius Doran. Esq., of San Francisco, Cal., U.S.A.’ That is all.”“Terse and to the point,” remarked Holmes, stretching his long, thinlegs towards the fire.“There was a paragraph amplifying this in one of the society papers ofthe same week. Ah, here it is: ‘There will soon be a call forprotection in the marriage market, for the present free-tradeprinciple appears to tell heavily against our home product. One by onethe management of the noble houses of Great Britain is passing into thehands of our fair cousins from across the Atlantic. An importantaddition has been made during the last week to the list of the prizeswhich have been borne away by these charming invaders. Lord St. Simon,who has shown himself for over twenty years proof against the littlegod’s arrows, has now definitely announced his approaching marriage | 2Doyle |
parish to make him open it. At others he will with his own hands tear down some other man’s gate and declare that a path has existed there from time immemorial, defying the owner to prosecute him for trespass. He is learned in old manorial and communal rights, and he applies his knowledge sometimes in favour of the villagers of Fernworthy and sometimes against them, so that he is periodically either carried in triumph down the village street or else burned in effigy, according to his latest exploit. He is said to have about seven lawsuits upon his hands at present, which will probably swallow up the remainder of his fortune and so draw his sting and leave him harmless for the future. Apart from the law he seems a kindly, good-natured person, and I only mention him because you were particular that I should send some description of the people who surround us. He is | 2Doyle |
suspected tar in it, would bring a rush of blood to my face. In a word,I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been toocowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong. I had had nointercourse with the world at that time, and I imitated none of itsmany inhabitants who act in this manner. Quite an untaught genius, Imade the discovery of the line of action for myself.As I was sleepy before we were far away from the prison-ship, Joe tookme on his back again and carried me home. He must have had a tiresomejourney of it, for Mr. Wopsle, being knocked up, was in such a very badtemper that if the Church had been thrown open, he would probably haveexcommunicated the whole expedition, beginning with Joe and myself. Inhis lay capacity, he persisted in sitting down in the damp to such an | 1Dickens |
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there would have been a long strip of the blank horizon between the twoAt first, I had to shut some gates after me, and now and then to standstill while the cattle that were lying in the banked-up pathway aroseand blundered down among the grass and reeds. But after a little whileI seemed to have the whole flats to myself.It was another half-hour before I drew near to the kiln. The lime wasburning with a sluggish stifling smell, but the fires were made up andleft, and no workmen were visible. Hard by was a small stone-quarry. Itlay directly in my way, and had been worked that day, as I saw by thetools and barrows that were lying about.Coming up again to the marsh level out of this excavation,—for the rudepath lay through it,—I saw a light in the old sluice-house. I quickenedmy pace, and knocked at the door with my hand. Waiting for some reply, | 1Dickens |
proceeded to offer it to him. The lion took it with care and caution,made his selections from it, and his remarks upon it, and the jackalassisted both. When the repast was fully discussed, the lion put hishands in his waistband again, and lay down to meditate. The jackal theninvigorated himself with a bumper for his throttle, and a fresh applicationto his head, and applied himself to the collection of a second meal;this was administered to the lion in the same manner, and was notdisposed of until the clocks struck three in the morning.“And now we have done, Sydney, fill a bumper of punch,” said Mr.The jackal removed the towels from his head, which had been steamingagain, shook himself, yawned, shivered, and complied.“You were very sound, Sydney, in the matter of those crown witnessesto-day. Every question told.”“I always am sound; am I not?”“I don’t gainsay it. What has roughened your temper? Put some punch to | 1Dickens |
point which is not quite clear to you?”“The object of the mulatto cook’s return?”“I think that the strange creature in the kitchen may account for it.The man was a primitive savage from the backwoods of San Pedro, andthis was his fetish. When his companion and he had fled to someprearranged retreat—already occupied, no doubt by a confederate—thecompanion had persuaded him to leave so compromising an article offurniture. But the mulatto’s heart was with it, and he was driven backto it next day, when, on reconnoitering through the window, he foundpoliceman Walters in possession. He waited three days longer, and thenhis piety or his superstition drove him to try once more. InspectorBaynes, who, with his usual astuteness, had minimised the incidentbefore me, had really recognised its importance and had left a trapinto which the creature walked. Any other point, Watson?”“The torn bird, the pail of blood, the charred bones, all the mystery | 2Doyle |
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have a reason. State your reason. Why wouldn’t you go?”“Because,” said Mr. Lorry, “I wouldn’t go on such an object withouthaving some cause to believe that I should succeed.”“D--n _me_!” cried Stryver, “but this beats everything.”Mr. Lorry glanced at the distant House, and glanced at the angry“Here’s a man of business--a man of years--a man of experience--_in_a Bank,” said Stryver; “and having summed up three leading reasons forcomplete success, he says there’s no reason at all! Says it with hishead on!” Mr. Stryver remarked upon the peculiarity as if it would havebeen infinitely less remarkable if he had said it with his head off.“When I speak of success, I speak of success with the young lady; andwhen I speak of causes and reasons to make success probable, I speak ofcauses and reasons that will tell as such with the young lady. The younglady, my good sir,” said Mr. Lorry, mildly tapping the Stryver arm, “the | 1Dickens |
that we shall soon drive away the dangers that threaten you.”Sherlock Holmes and I had no difficulty in engaging a bedroom andsitting-room at the Crown Inn. They were on the upper floor, and fromour window we could command a view of the avenue gate, and of theinhabited wing of Stoke Moran Manor House. At dusk we saw Dr. GrimesbyRoylott drive past, his huge form looming up beside the little figureof the lad who drove him. The boy had some slight difficulty in undoingthe heavy iron gates, and we heard the hoarse roar of the Doctor’svoice and saw the fury with which he shook his clinched fists at him.The trap drove on, and a few minutes later we saw a sudden light springup among the trees as the lamp was lit in one of the sitting-rooms.“Do you know, Watson,” said Holmes as we sat together in the gatheringdarkness, “I have really some scruples as to taking you to-night. There | 2Doyle |
thought and hoped he saw his new-born resolutions carriedQuiet and dark, beside him stood the Phantom, with itsoutstretched hand. When he roused himself from histhoughtful quest, he fancied from the turn of the hand, andits situation in reference to himself, that the Unseen Eyeswere looking at him keenly. It made him shudder, and feelThey left the busy scene, and went into an obscure partof the town, where Scrooge had never penetrated before,although he recognised its situation, and its bad repute. Theways were foul and narrow; the shops and houses wretched;the people half-naked, drunken, slipshod, ugly. Alleys andarchways, like so many cesspools, disgorged their offences ofsmell, and dirt, and life, upon the straggling streets; and thewhole quarter reeked with crime, with filth, and misery.Far in this den of infamous resort, there was a low-browed,beetling shop, below a pent-house roof, where iron, old rags,bottles, bones, and greasy offal, were bought. Upon the floor | 1Dickens |
nearly one o’clock. I dropped off after this and slept soundly all“And now I come to the amazing part of my tale. When I woke it wasbroad daylight. I glanced at my watch, and the time was nearly nine. Ihad particularly asked to be called at eight, so I was very muchastonished at this forgetfulness. I sprang up and rang for the servant.There was no response. I rang again and again, with the same result.Then I came to the conclusion that the bell was out of order. I huddledon my clothes and hurried downstairs in an exceedingly bad temper toorder some hot water. You can imagine my surprise when I found thatthere was no one there. I shouted in the hall. There was no answer.Then I ran from room to room. All were deserted. My host had shown mewhich was his bedroom the night before, so I knocked at the door. No | 2Doyle |
endeavour to assist your struggling family, and we will discussyour affairs this very afternoon, over a Christmas bowl ofsmoking bishop, Bob! Make up the fires, and buy anothercoal-scuttle before you dot another i, Bob Cratchit!"Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, andinfinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did NOT die, he wasa second father. He became as good a friend, as good amaster, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, orany other good old city, town, or borough, in the good oldworld. Some people laughed to see the alteration in him,but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he waswise enough to know that nothing ever happened on thisglobe, for good, at which some people did not have their fillof laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as thesewould be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they | 1Dickens |
little, so that we could see above the bank. There was the red sun, onthe low level of the shore, in a purple haze, fast deepening intoblack; and there was the solitary flat marsh; and far away there werethe rising grounds, between which and us there seemed to be no life,save here and there in the foreground a melancholy gull.As the night was fast falling, and as the moon, being past the full,would not rise early, we held a little council; a short one, forclearly our course was to lie by at the first lonely tavern we couldfind. So, they plied their oars once more, and I looked out foranything like a house. Thus we held on, speaking little, for four orfive dull miles. It was very cold, and, a collier coming by us, withher galley-fire smoking and flaring, looked like a comfortable home.The night was as dark by this time as it would be until morning; and | 1Dickens |
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lifted from my soul. That cold, incisive, ironical voice could belong to but one man in all the world. “Come out,” said he, “and please be careful with the revolver.” I stooped under the rude lintel, and there he sat upon a stone outside, his grey eyes dancing with amusement as they fell upon my astonished features. He was thin and worn, but clear and alert, his keen face bronzed by the sun and roughened by the wind. In his tweed suit and cloth cap he looked like any other tourist upon the moor, and he had contrived, with that catlike love of personal cleanliness which was one of his characteristics, that his chin should be as smooth and his linen as perfect as if he were in Baker Street. “I never was more glad to see anyone in my life,” said I as I wrung him by the hand. | 2Doyle |
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where was the place? I was ten miles or so from Eyford, that was all Iknew, but whether north, south, east, or west I had no idea. For thatmatter, Reading, and possibly other large towns, were within thatradius, so the place might not be so secluded, after all. Yet it wasquite certain, from the absolute stillness, that we were in thecountry. I paced up and down the room, humming a tune under my breathto keep up my spirits and feeling that I was thoroughly earning my“Suddenly, without any preliminary sound in the midst of the utterstillness, the door of my room swung slowly open. The woman wasstanding in the aperture, the darkness of the hall behind her, theyellow light from my lamp beating upon her eager and beautiful face. Icould see at a glance that she was sick with fear, and the sight sent achill to my own heart. She held up one shaking finger to warn me to be | 2Doyle |
who visited at our house should always have put me through the sameinflammatory process under similar circumstances. Yet I do not call tomind that I was ever in my earlier youth the subject of remark in oursocial family circle, but some large-handed person took some suchophthalmic steps to patronise me.All this while, the strange man looked at nobody but me, and looked atme as if he were determined to have a shot at me at last, and bring medown. But he said nothing after offering his Blue Blazes observation,until the glasses of rum and water were brought; and then he made hisshot, and a most extraordinary shot it was.It was not a verbal remark, but a proceeding in dumb-show, and waspointedly addressed to me. He stirred his rum and water pointedly atme, and he tasted his rum and water pointedly at me. And he stirred itand he tasted it; not with a spoon that was brought to him, but _with a | 1Dickens |
suspicions or how you propose to investigate the case, I might perhaps even now give you some aid or advice.” “I assure you that I am simply here upon a visit to my friend, Sir Henry, and that I need no help of any kind.” “Excellent!” said Stapleton. “You are perfectly right to be wary and discreet. I am justly reproved for what I feel was an unjustifiable intrusion, and I promise you that I will not mention the matter again.” We had come to a point where a narrow grassy path struck off from the road and wound away across the moor. A steep, boulder-sprinkled hill lay upon the right which had in bygone days been cut into a granite quarry. The face which was turned towards us formed a dark cliff, with ferns and brambles growing in its niches. From over a distant rise there floated a grey | 2Doyle |
exceeded all that I have heard of it. And now I must fly to my dear boyto apologise to him for the wrong which I have done him. As to what youtell me of poor Mary, it goes to my very heart. Not even your skill caninform me where she is now.”“I think that we may safely say,” returned Holmes, “that she iswherever Sir George Burnwell is. It is equally certain, too, thatwhatever her sins are, they will soon receive a more than sufficientXII. THE ADVENTURE OF THE COPPER BEECHES“To the man who loves art for its own sake,” remarked Sherlock Holmes,tossing aside the advertisement sheet of _The Daily Telegraph_, “it isfrequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that thekeenest pleasure is to be derived. It is pleasant to me to observe,Watson, that you have so far grasped this truth that in these littlerecords of our cases which you have been good enough to draw up, and, I | 2Doyle |
“As you both locked your doors at night, your rooms were unapproachablefrom that side. Now, would you have the kindness to go into your roomand bar your shutters?”Miss Stoner did so, and Holmes, after a careful examination through theopen window, endeavoured in every way to force the shutter open, butwithout success. There was no slit through which a knife could bepassed to raise the bar. Then with his lens he tested the hinges, butthey were of solid iron, built firmly into the massive masonry. “Hum!”said he, scratching his chin in some perplexity, “my theory certainlypresents some difficulties. No one could pass these shutters if theywere bolted. Well, we shall see if the inside throws any light upon theA small side door led into the whitewashed corridor from which thethree bedrooms opened. Holmes refused to examine the third chamber, sowe passed at once to the second, that in which Miss Stoner was now | 2Doyle |
or whether he had used the child’s mother well, Provis doesn’t say; butshe had shared some four or five years of the wretched life hedescribed to us at this fireside, and he seems to have felt pity forher, and forbearance towards her. Therefore, fearing he should becalled upon to depose about this destroyed child, and so be the causeof her death, he hid himself (much as he grieved for the child), kepthimself dark, as he says, out of the way and out of the trial, and wasonly vaguely talked of as a certain man called Abel, out of whom thejealousy arose. After the acquittal she disappeared, and thus he lostthe child and the child’s mother.”“I want to ask—”“A moment, my dear boy, and I have done. That evil genius, Compeyson,the worst of scoundrels among many scoundrels, knowing of his keepingout of the way at that time and of his reasons for doing so, of course | 1Dickens |
in a moment, and she was back again in the little dark shop.“I should like to buy an egg, please,” she said timidly. “How do you“Fivepence farthing for one—Twopence for two,” the Sheep replied.“Then two are cheaper than one?” Alice said in a surprised tone, taking“Only you _must_ eat them both, if you buy two,” said the Sheep.“Then I’ll have _one_, please,” said Alice, as she put the money downon the counter. For she thought to herself, “They mightn’t be at allThe Sheep took the money, and put it away in a box: then she said “Inever put things into people’s hands—that would never do—you must getit for yourself.” And so saying, she went off to the other end of theshop, and set the egg upright on a shelf.“I wonder _why_ it wouldn’t do?” thought Alice, as she groped her wayamong the tables and chairs, for the shop was very dark towards the | 0Caroll |
In all your career you have never had so great a chance of serving your“Well, well!” said Holmes, shrugging his shoulders. “Come, Watson! Andyou, Lestrade, could you favour us with your company for an hour ortwo? We will begin our investigation by a visit to Aldgate Station.Good-bye, Mycroft. I shall let you have a report before evening, but Iwarn you in advance that you have little to expect.”An hour later Holmes, Lestrade and I stood upon the Undergroundrailroad at the point where it emerges from the tunnel immediatelybefore Aldgate Station. A courteous red-faced old gentleman represented“This is where the young man’s body lay,” said he, indicating a spotabout three feet from the metals. “It could not have fallen from above,for these, as you see, are all blank walls. Therefore, it could onlyhave come from a train, and that train, so far as we can trace it, musthave passed about midnight on Monday.” | 2Doyle |
and of the state of the prisoner when released and delivered to him.This short examination followed, for the court was quick with its work.“You did good service at the taking of the Bastille, citizen?”Here, an excited woman screeched from the crowd: “You were one of thebest patriots there. Why not say so? You were a cannonier that daythere, and you were among the first to enter the accursed fortress whenit fell. Patriots, I speak the truth!”It was The Vengeance who, amidst the warm commendations of the audience,thus assisted the proceedings. The President rang his bell; but, TheVengeance, warming with encouragement, shrieked, “I defy that bell!” wherein she was likewise much commended.“Inform the Tribunal of what you did that day within the Bastille,“I knew,” said Defarge, looking down at his wife, who stood at thebottom of the steps on which he was raised, looking steadily up at him;“I knew that this prisoner, of whom I speak, had been confined in a cell | 1Dickens |
met such an end, I might act even as our lawless lion-hunter has done.Who knows? Well, Watson, I will not offend your intelligence byexplaining what is obvious. The gravel upon the window-sill was, ofcourse, the starting-point of my research. It was unlike anything inthe vicarage garden. Only when my attention had been drawn to Dr.Sterndale and his cottage did I find its counterpart. The lamp shiningin broad daylight and the remains of powder upon the shield weresuccessive links in a fairly obvious chain. And now, my dear Watson, Ithink we may dismiss the matter from our mind and go back with a clearconscience to the study of those Chaldean roots which are surely to betraced in the Cornish branch of the great Celtic speech.”The Adventure of the Red Circle“Well, Mrs. Warren, I cannot see that you have any particular cause foruneasiness, nor do I understand why I, whose time is of some value, | 2Doyle |
The man never trod ground whose virtues and services would havesustained him in that place that day, against such denunciation.And all the worse for the doomed man, that the denouncer was awell-known citizen, his own attached friend, the father of his wife. Oneof the frenzied aspirations of the populace was, for imitations ofthe questionable public virtues of antiquity, and for sacrifices andself-immolations on the people’s altar. Therefore when the Presidentsaid (else had his own head quivered on his shoulders), that the goodphysician of the Republic would deserve better still of the Republic byrooting out an obnoxious family of Aristocrats, and would doubtless feela sacred glow and joy in making his daughter a widow and her child anorphan, there was wild excitement, patriotic fervour, not a touch of“Much influence around him, has that Doctor?” murmured Madame Defarge,smiling to The Vengeance. “Save him now, my Doctor, save him!”At every juryman’s vote, there was a roar. Another and another. Roar and | 1Dickens |
on it. The placid look at the white ceiling came back, and passed away,and his head dropped quietly on his breast.Mindful, then, of what we had read together, I thought of the two menwho went up into the Temple to pray, and I knew there were no betterwords that I could say beside his bed, than “O Lord, be merciful to himNow that I was left wholly to myself, I gave notice of my intention toquit the chambers in the Temple as soon as my tenancy could legallydetermine, and in the meanwhile to underlet them. At once I put billsup in the windows; for, I was in debt, and had scarcely any money, andbegan to be seriously alarmed by the state of my affairs. I oughtrather to write that I should have been alarmed if I had had energy andconcentration enough to help me to the clear perception of any truth | 1Dickens |
fog out of your throat by giving you a breath of the pure night air of Dartmoor. Never been there? Ah, well, I don’t suppose you will forget your first visit.”The Hound of the Baskervilles One of Sherlock Holmes’s defects—if, indeed, one may call it a defect—was that he was exceedingly loath to communicate his full plans to any other person until the instant of their fulfilment. Partly it came no doubt from his own masterful nature, which loved to dominate and surprise those who were around him. Partly also from his professional caution, which urged him never to take any chances. The result, however, was very trying for those who were acting as his agents and assistants. I had often suffered under it, but never more so than during that long drive in the darkness. The great ordeal was in front of us; at last we were about to make our final effort, and yet Holmes had said nothing, | 2Doyle |
shadow to look at. Him and Compeyson had been in a bad thing with arich lady some years afore, and they’d made a pot of money by it; butCompeyson betted and gamed, and he’d have run through the king’s taxes.So, Arthur was a dying, and a dying poor and with the horrors on him,and Compeyson’s wife (which Compeyson kicked mostly) was a having pityon him when she could, and Compeyson was a having pity on nothing and“I might a took warning by Arthur, but I didn’t; and I won’t pretend Iwas partick’ler—for where ’ud be the good on it, dear boy and comrade?So I begun wi’ Compeyson, and a poor tool I was in his hands. Arthurlived at the top of Compeyson’s house (over nigh Brentford it was), andCompeyson kept a careful account agen him for board and lodging, incase he should ever get better to work it out. But Arthur soon settled | 1Dickens |
because 'middle' begins with 'm'.)Now, in representing the two Premisses, I prefer to begin with theNEGATIVE one (the one beginning with "no"), because GREY counterscan always be placed with CERTAINTY, and will then help to fix theposition of the red counters, which are sometimes a little uncertainwhere they will be most welcome.Let us express, the "no nice Cakes are unwholesome (Cakes)", i.e."no y-Cakes are m'-(Cakes)". This tells us that none of the Cakesbelonging to the y-half of the cupboard are in its m'-compartments(i.e. the ones outside the central Square). Hence the two compartments,No. 9 and No. 15, are both 'EMPTY'; and we must place a grey counterin EACH of them, thus:-- | | | | | | | | | |We have now to express the other Premiss, namely, "some new Cakesare unwholesome (Cakes)", i.e. "some x-Cakes are m'-(Cakes)". Thistells us that some of the Cakes in the x-half of the cupboard are | 0Caroll |
equally well. And could I look upon her without compassion, seeing herpunishment in the ruin she was, in her profound unfitness for thisearth on which she was placed, in the vanity of sorrow which had becomea master mania, like the vanity of penitence, the vanity of remorse,the vanity of unworthiness, and other monstrous vanities that have beencurses in this world?“Until you spoke to her the other day, and until I saw in you alooking-glass that showed me what I once felt myself, I did not knowwhat I had done. What have I done! What have I done!” And so again,twenty, fifty times over, What had she done!“Miss Havisham,” I said, when her cry had died away, “you may dismissme from your mind and conscience. But Estella is a different case, andif you can ever undo any scrap of what you have done amiss in keeping apart of her right nature away from her, it will be better to do that | 1Dickens |
four red and five grey.The Envelope, &c. can be had separately, at 3d. each.The Author will be very grateful for suggestions, especially frombeginners in Logic, of any alterations, or further explanations,that may seem desirable. Letters should be addressed to him at"29, Bedford Street, Covent Garden, London.""There foam'd rebellious Logic, gagg'd and bound."This Game requires nine Counters--four of one colour and five ofanother: say four red and five grey.Besides the nine Counters, it also requires one Player, AT LEAST.I am not aware of any Game that can be played with LESS than thisnumber: while there are several that require MORE: take Cricket,for instance, which requires twenty-two. How much easier it is,when you want to play a Game, to find ONE Player than twenty-two.At the same time, though one Player is enough, a good deal moreamusement may be got by two working at it together, and correctingA second advantage, possessed by this Game, is that, besides being | 0Caroll |
outside that his interest was strongly excited. There was a laurel bushoutside the window, and several of the branches bore signs of havingbeen twisted or snapped. He examined them carefully with his lens, andthen some dim and vague marks upon the earth beneath. Finally he askedthe chief clerk to close the iron shutters, and he pointed out to methat they hardly met in the centre, and that it would be possible foranyone outside to see what was going on within the room.“The indications are ruined by three days’ delay. They may meansomething or nothing. Well, Watson, I do not think that Woolwich canhelp us further. It is a small crop which we have gathered. Let us seeif we can do better in London.”Yet we added one more sheaf to our harvest before we left WoolwichStation. The clerk in the ticket office was able to say with confidencethat he saw Cadogan West—whom he knew well by sight—upon the Monday | 2Doyle |
the coals gradiwally in the soup-tureen and wegetable-dishes, and thewine and spirits in your Wellington boots.”We looked forward to the day when I should go out for a ride, as we hadonce looked forward to the day of my apprenticeship. And when the daycame, and an open carriage was got into the Lane, Joe wrapped me up,took me in his arms, carried me down to it, and put me in, as if I werestill the small helpless creature to whom he had so abundantly given ofthe wealth of his great nature.And Joe got in beside me, and we drove away together into the country,where the rich summer growth was already on the trees and on the grass,and sweet summer scents filled all the air. The day happened to beSunday, and when I looked on the loveliness around me, and thought howit had grown and changed, and how the little wild-flowers had been | 1Dickens |
and, I may add, a great benefactor to him, for I have learned that hegave him Hatherley Farm rent free.”“Indeed! That is interesting,” said Holmes.“Oh, yes! In a hundred other ways he has helped him. Everybody abouthere speaks of his kindness to him.”“Really! Does it not strike you as a little singular that thisMcCarthy, who appears to have had little of his own, and to have beenunder such obligations to Turner, should still talk of marrying his sonto Turner’s daughter, who is, presumably, heiress to the estate, andthat in such a very cocksure manner, as if it were merely a case of aproposal and all else would follow? It is the more strange, since weknow that Turner himself was averse to the idea. The daughter told usas much. Do you not deduce something from that?”“We have got to the deductions and the inferences,” said Lestrade,winking at me. “I find it hard enough to tackle facts, Holmes, without | 2Doyle |
forever. These pretended journeys to France were rather cumbrous. Thething to do was clearly to bring the business to an end in such adramatic manner that it would leave a permanent impression upon theyoung lady’s mind and prevent her from looking upon any other suitorfor some time to come. Hence those vows of fidelity exacted upon aTestament, and hence also the allusions to a possibility of somethinghappening on the very morning of the wedding. James Windibank wishedMiss Sutherland to be so bound to Hosmer Angel, and so uncertain as tohis fate, that for ten years to come, at any rate, she would not listento another man. As far as the church door he brought her, and then, ashe could go no farther, he conveniently vanished away by the old trickof stepping in at one door of a four-wheeler and out at the other. Ithink that was the chain of events, Mr. Windibank!” | 2Doyle |
thoughts chiefly to that vessel. But we noted down what other foreignsteamers would leave London with the same tide, and we satisfiedourselves that we knew the build and colour of each. We then separatedfor a few hours: I, to get at once such passports as were necessary;Herbert, to see Startop at his lodgings. We both did what we had to dowithout any hindrance, and when we met again at one o’clock reported itdone. I, for my part, was prepared with passports; Herbert had seenStartop, and he was more than ready to join.Those two should pull a pair of oars, we settled, and I would steer;our charge would be sitter, and keep quiet; as speed was not ourobject, we should make way enough. We arranged that Herbert should notcome home to dinner before going to Mill Pond Bank that evening; thathe should not go there at all to-morrow evening, Tuesday; that he | 1Dickens |
on confidential terms with me in an admirable manner; and I may stateat once that he was always so zealous and honourable in fulfilling hiscompact with me, that he made me zealous and honourable in fulfillingmine with him. If he had shown indifference as a master, I have nodoubt I should have returned the compliment as a pupil; he gave me nosuch excuse, and each of us did the other justice. Nor did I everregard him as having anything ludicrous about him—or anything but whatwas serious, honest, and good—in his tutor communication with me.When these points were settled, and so far carried out as that I hadbegun to work in earnest, it occurred to me that if I could retain mybedroom in Barnard’s Inn, my life would be agreeably varied, while mymanners would be none the worse for Herbert’s society. Mr. Pocket didnot object to this arrangement, but urged that before any step could | 1Dickens |
The Hatter was the first to break the silence. "What day of the monthis it?" he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of hispocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then,and holding it to his ear.Alice considered a little, and then said "The fourth.""Two days wrong!" sighed the Hatter. "I told you butter would not suitthe works!" he added, looking angrily at the March Hare."It was the _best_ butter," the March Hare meekly replied."Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well," the Hatter grumbled:"you shouldn't have put it in with the bread-knife."The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dippedit into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think ofnothing better to say than his first remark, "It was the _best_ butter,Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. "What a | 0Caroll |
light and young. Whether Mr. Trabb’s local work would have sat moregracefully on him than on me, may be a question; but I am consciousthat he carried off his rather old clothes much better than I carriedoff my new suit.As he was so communicative, I felt that reserve on my part would be abad return unsuited to our years. I therefore told him my small story,and laid stress on my being forbidden to inquire who my benefactor was.I further mentioned that as I had been brought up a blacksmith in acountry place, and knew very little of the ways of politeness, I wouldtake it as a great kindness in him if he would give me a hint wheneverhe saw me at a loss or going wrong.“With pleasure,” said he, “though I venture to prophesy that you’llwant very few hints. I dare say we shall be often together, and Ishould like to banish any needless restraint between us. Will you do me | 1Dickens |
thought: still it had _very_ long claws and a great many teeth, so shefelt that it ought to be treated with respect."Cheshire Puss," she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all knowwhether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider."Come, it's pleased so far," thought Alice, and she went on. "Would youtell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?""That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat."I don't much care where----" said Alice."Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat."---- so long as I get _somewhere_," Alice added as an explanation."Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk longAlice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question."What sort of people live about here?""In _that_ direction," the Cat said, waving its right paw round, "lives | 0Caroll |
miserable, and most of our acquaintance were in the same condition.There was a gay fiction among us that we were constantly enjoyingourselves, and a skeleton truth that we never did. To the best of mybelief, our case was in the last aspect a rather common one.Every morning, with an air ever new, Herbert went into the City to lookabout him. I often paid him a visit in the dark back-room in which heconsorted with an ink-jar, a hat-peg, a coal-box, a string-box, analmanac, a desk and stool, and a ruler; and I do not remember that Iever saw him do anything else but look about him. If we all did what weundertake to do, as faithfully as Herbert did, we might live in aRepublic of the Virtues. He had nothing else to do, poor fellow, exceptat a certain hour of every afternoon to “go to Lloyd’s”—in observanceof a ceremony of seeing his principal, I think. He never did anything | 1Dickens |
Take pen and ink, and write it down.”“I will, if I can remember it so long,” said Alice.“You needn’t go on making remarks like that,” Humpty Dumpty said:“they’re not sensible, and they put me out.”“I sent a message to the fish:I told them ‘This is what I wish.’The little fishes of the sea,They sent an answer back to me.The little fishes’ answer was‘We cannot do it, Sir, because—’”“I’m afraid I don’t quite understand,” said Alice.“It gets easier further on,” Humpty Dumpty replied.“I sent to them again to say‘It will be better to obey.’The fishes answered with a grin,‘Why, what a temper you are in!’I told them once, I told them twice:They would not listen to advice.I took a kettle large and new,Fit for the deed I had to do.My heart went hop, my heart went thump;I filled the kettle at the pump.Then some one came to me and said,‘The little fishes are in bed.’ | 0Caroll |
you had been born such, would you have been here now? Not you—”“Unless in that form,” said Mr. Wopsle, nodding towards the dish.“But I don’t mean in that form, sir,” returned Mr. Pumblechook, who hadan objection to being interrupted; “I mean, enjoying himself with hiselders and betters, and improving himself with their conversation, androlling in the lap of luxury. Would he have been doing that? No, hewouldn’t. And what would have been your destination?” turning on meagain. “You would have been disposed of for so many shillings accordingto the market price of the article, and Dunstable the butcher wouldhave come up to you as you lay in your straw, and he would have whippedyou under his left arm, and with his right he would have tucked up hisfrock to get a penknife from out of his waistcoat-pocket, and he wouldhave shed your blood and had your life. No bringing up by hand then. | 1Dickens |
top and be damned to you, for I have had trouble enough to get you to“Halloa!” the guard replied.“What o’clock do you make it, Joe?”“Ten minutes, good, past eleven.”“My blood!” ejaculated the vexed coachman, “and not atop of Shooter’syet! Tst! Yah! Get on with you!”The emphatic horse, cut short by the whip in a most decided negative,made a decided scramble for it, and the three other horses followedsuit. Once more, the Dover mail struggled on, with the jack-boots of itspassengers squashing along by its side. They had stopped when the coachstopped, and they kept close company with it. If any one of the threehad had the hardihood to propose to another to walk on a little aheadinto the mist and darkness, he would have put himself in a fair way ofgetting shot instantly as a highwayman.The last burst carried the mail to the summit of the hill. The horsesstopped to breathe again, and the guard got down to skid the wheel for | 1Dickens |
the best thing to get us dry would be a Caucus-race.""What _is_ a Caucus-race?" said Alice; not that she much wanted to know,but the Dodo had paused as if it thought that _somebody_ ought to speak,and no one else seemed inclined to say anything."Why," said the Dodo, "the best way to explain it is to do it." (And, asyou might like to try the thing yourself some winter day, I will tellyou how the Dodo managed it.)First it marked out a race-course, in a sort of circle, ("the exactshape doesn't matter," it said,) and then all the party were placedalong the course, here and there. There was no "One, two, three, andaway," but they began running when they liked, and left off when theyliked, so that it was not easy to know when the race was over. However,when they had been running half an hour or so, and were quite dry again, | 0Caroll |
“Come, come, we are not so far wrong, after all,” said Holmes. “And now, Dr. James Mortimer—” “Mister, sir, Mister—a humble M.R.C.S.” “And a man of precise mind, evidently.” “A dabbler in science, Mr. Holmes, a picker up of shells on the shores of the great unknown ocean. I presume that it is Mr. Sherlock Holmes whom I am addressing and not—” “No, this is my friend Dr. Watson.” “Glad to meet you, sir. I have heard your name mentioned in connection with that of your friend. You interest me very much, Mr. Holmes. I had hardly expected so dolichocephalic a skull or such well-marked supra-orbital development. Would you have any objection to my running my finger along your parietal fissure? A cast of your skull, sir, until the original is available, would be an ornament to any anthropological museum. It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.” | 2Doyle |
again. There was some hushing, and the Judge went on with what he hadto say to the rest. Then they were all formally doomed, and some ofthem were supported out, and some of them sauntered out with a haggardlook of bravery, and a few nodded to the gallery, and two or threeshook hands, and others went out chewing the fragments of herb they hadtaken from the sweet herbs lying about. He went last of all, because ofhaving to be helped from his chair, and to go very slowly; and he heldmy hand while all the others were removed, and while the audience gotup (putting their dresses right, as they might at church or elsewhere),and pointed down at this criminal or at that, and most of all at himI earnestly hoped and prayed that he might die before the Recorder’sReport was made; but, in the dread of his lingering on, I began that | 1Dickens |
some effort of escape, I broke through that cloud of despair and had aglimpse of Holmes’s face, white, rigid, and drawn with horror—the verylook which I had seen upon the features of the dead. It was that visionwhich gave me an instant of sanity and of strength. I dashed from mychair, threw my arms round Holmes, and together we lurched through thedoor, and an instant afterwards had thrown ourselves down upon thegrass plot and were lying side by side, conscious only of the glorioussunshine which was bursting its way through the hellish cloud of terrorwhich had girt us in. Slowly it rose from our souls like the mists froma landscape until peace and reason had returned, and we were sittingupon the grass, wiping our clammy foreheads, and looking withapprehension at each other to mark the last traces of that terrificexperience which we had undergone.“Upon my word, Watson!” said Holmes at last with an unsteady voice, “I | 2Doyle |
bread, and thrusting this rude meal into his pocket he started off uponI had just finished my tea when he returned, evidently in excellentspirits, swinging an old elastic-sided boot in his hand. He chucked itdown into a corner and helped himself to a cup of tea.“I only looked in as I passed,” said he. “I am going right on.”“Oh, to the other side of the West End. It may be some time before Iget back. Don’t wait up for me in case I should be late.”“How are you getting on?”“Oh, so so. Nothing to complain of. I have been out to Streatham sinceI saw you last, but I did not call at the house. It is a very sweetlittle problem, and I would not have missed it for a good deal.However, I must not sit gossiping here, but must get these disreputableclothes off and return to my highly respectable self.” | 2Doyle |
standing at the door and walked slowly all round the house, across thefront, down the tradesmen’s path, and so round by the garden behindinto the stable lane. So long was he that Mr. Holder and I went intothe dining-room and waited by the fire until he should return. We weresitting there in silence when the door opened and a young lady came in.She was rather above the middle height, slim, with dark hair and eyes,which seemed the darker against the absolute pallor of her skin. I donot think that I have ever seen such deadly paleness in a woman’s face.Her lips, too, were bloodless, but her eyes were flushed with crying.As she swept silently into the room she impressed me with a greatersense of grief than the banker had done in the morning, and it was themore striking in her as she was evidently a woman of strong character,with immense capacity for self-restraint. Disregarding my presence, she | 2Doyle |
Vibart. The man had rooms somewhere in the town. He had been seentalking earnestly to Madame on the promenade by the lake. Then he hadcalled. She had refused to see him. He was English, but of his namethere was no record. Madame had left the place immediately afterwards.Jules Vibart, and, what was of more importance, Jules Vibart’ssweetheart, thought that this call and the departure were cause andeffect. Only one thing Jules would not discuss. That was the reason whyMarie had left her mistress. Of that he could or would say nothing. IfI wished to know, I must go to Montpellier and ask her.So ended the first chapter of my inquiry. The second was devoted to theplace which Lady Frances Carfax had sought when she left Lausanne.Concerning this there had been some secrecy, which confirmed the ideathat she had gone with the intention of throwing someone off her track.Otherwise why should not her luggage have been openly labelled for | 2Doyle |
“The hero of the Long Island cave mystery?” said Holmes. “Sir, I ampleased to meet you.”The American, a quiet, businesslike young man, with a clean-shaven,hatchet face, flushed up at the words of commendation. “I am on thetrail of my life now, Mr. Holmes,” said he. “If I can get Gorgiano—”“What! Gorgiano of the Red Circle?”“Oh, he has a European fame, has he? Well, we’ve learned all about himin America. We _know_ he is at the bottom of fifty murders, and yet wehave nothing positive we can take him on. I tracked him over from NewYork, and I’ve been close to him for a week in London, waiting someexcuse to get my hand on his collar. Mr. Gregson and I ran him toground in that big tenement house, and there’s only one door, so hecan’t slip us. There’s three folk come out since he went in, but I’llswear he wasn’t one of them.” | 2Doyle |
legible, folded in a case he carried. Among these were the name of abanking-house in New South Wales, where a sum of money was, and thedesignation of certain lands of considerable value. Both these heads ofinformation were in a list that Magwitch, while in prison, gave to Mr.Jaggers, of the possessions he supposed I should inherit. Hisignorance, poor fellow, at last served him; he never mistrusted butthat my inheritance was quite safe, with Mr. Jaggers’s aid.After three days’ delay, during which the crown prosecution stood overfor the production of the witness from the prison-ship, the witnesscame, and completed the easy case. He was committed to take his trialat the next Sessions, which would come on in a month.It was at this dark time of my life that Herbert returned home oneevening, a good deal cast down, and said,—“My dear Handel, I fear I shall soon have to leave you.”His partner having prepared me for that, I was less surprised than he | 1Dickens |
Nor was this the end of the day’s bad work, for Saint Antoine so shoutedand danced his angry blood up, that it boiled again, on hearing whenthe day closed in that the son-in-law of the despatched, another of thepeople’s enemies and insulters, was coming into Paris under a guardfive hundred strong, in cavalry alone. Saint Antoine wrote his crimeson flaring sheets of paper, seized him--would have torn him out of thebreast of an army to bear Foulon company--set his head and heart onpikes, and carried the three spoils of the day, in Wolf-processionNot before dark night did the men and women come back to the children,wailing and breadless. Then, the miserable bakers’ shops were beset bylong files of them, patiently waiting to buy bad bread; and whilethey waited with stomachs faint and empty, they beguiled the time byembracing one another on the triumphs of the day, and achieving themagain in gossip. Gradually, these strings of ragged people shortened and | 1Dickens |
writing is undoubtedly my uncle’s.”Holmes moved the lamp, and we both bent over the sheet of paper, whichshowed by its ragged edge that it had indeed been torn from a book. Itwas headed, “March, 1869,” and beneath were the following enigmatical“4th. Hudson came. Same old platform.“7th. Set the pips on McCauley, Paramore, and John Swain of St.“10th. John Swain cleared.“12th. Visited Paramore. All well.”“Thank you!” said Holmes, folding up the paper and returning it to ourvisitor. “And now you must on no account lose another instant. Wecannot spare time even to discuss what you have told me. You must gethome instantly and act.”“What shall I do?”“There is but one thing to do. It must be done at once. You must putthis piece of paper which you have shown us into the brass box whichyou have described. You must also put in a note to say that all theother papers were burned by your uncle, and that this is the only one | 2Doyle |
in constant terror; for, when we ran ashore to get some bottles of beerinto the boat, and he was stepping out, I hinted that I thought hewould be safest where he was, and he said. “Do you, dear boy?” andquietly sat down again.The air felt cold upon the river, but it was a bright day, and thesunshine was very cheering. The tide ran strong, I took care to losenone of it, and our steady stroke carried us on thoroughly well. Byimperceptible degrees, as the tide ran out, we lost more and more ofthe nearer woods and hills, and dropped lower and lower between themuddy banks, but the tide was yet with us when we were off Gravesend.As our charge was wrapped in his cloak, I purposely passed within aboat or two’s length of the floating Custom House, and so out to catchthe stream, alongside of two emigrant ships, and under the bows of a | 1Dickens |
brooding than drinking; for, many men had listened and whispered andslunk about there from the time of the opening of the door, who couldnot have laid a piece of money on the counter to save their souls. Thesewere to the full as interested in the place, however, as if they couldhave commanded whole barrels of wine; and they glided from seat to seat,and from corner to corner, swallowing talk in lieu of drink, with greedyNotwithstanding an unusual flow of company, the master of the wine-shopwas not visible. He was not missed; for, nobody who crossed thethreshold looked for him, nobody asked for him, nobody wondered to seeonly Madame Defarge in her seat, presiding over the distribution ofwine, with a bowl of battered small coins before her, as much defacedand beaten out of their original impress as the small coinage ofhumanity from whose ragged pockets they had come.A suspended interest and a prevalent absence of mind, were perhaps | 1Dickens |
sensitive organism, was killed, the others exhibiting that temporary orpermanent lunacy which is evidently the first effect of the drug. Inthe second case the result was complete. The facts, therefore, seem tobear out the theory of a poison which worked by combustion.“With this train of reasoning in my head I naturally looked about inMortimer Tregennis’s room to find some remains of this substance. Theobvious place to look was the talc shelf or smoke-guard of the lamp.There, sure enough, I perceived a number of flaky ashes, and round theedges a fringe of brownish powder, which had not yet been consumed.Half of this I took, as you saw, and I placed it in an envelope.”“It is not for me, my dear Watson, to stand in the way of the officialpolice force. I leave them all the evidence which I found. The poisonstill remained upon the talc had they the wit to find it. Now, Watson, | 2Doyle |
6. No pins are ambitious; No needles are pins.7. All my friends have colds; No one can sing who has a cold.8. All these dishes are well-cooked; Some dishes are unwholesome9. No medicine is nice; Senna is a medicine.10. Some oysters are silent; No silent creatures are amusing.11. All wise men walk on their feet; All unwise men walk on12. "Mind your own business; This quarrel is no business of13. No bridges are made of sugar; Some bridges are picturesque.14. No riddles interest me that can be solved; All these15. John is industrious; All industrious people are happy.16. No frogs write books; Some people use ink in writing17. No pokers are soft; All pillows are soft.18. No antelope is ungraceful; Graceful animals delight the19. Some uncles are ungenerous; All merchants are generous.20. No unhappy people chuckle; No happy people groan.21. Audible music causes vibration in the air; Inaudiblemusic is not worth paying for. | 0Caroll |
“Come, come!” said he, in a whimpering miserable way; “let me get towork. Give me my work.”Receiving no answer, he tore his hair, and beat his feet upon theground, like a distracted child.“Don’t torture a poor forlorn wretch,” he implored them, with a dreadfulcry; “but give me my work! What is to become of us, if those shoes areIt was so clearly beyond hope to reason with him, or try to restore him,that--as if by agreement--they each put a hand upon his shoulder, andsoothed him to sit down before the fire, with a promise that he shouldhave his work presently. He sank into the chair, and brooded over theembers, and shed tears. As if all that had happened since the garrettime were a momentary fancy, or a dream, Mr. Lorry saw him shrink intothe exact figure that Defarge had had in keeping.Affected, and impressed with terror as they both were, by this spectacle | 1Dickens |
business all day, that we have not known what to do first, or which wayto turn. There is such an uneasiness in Paris, that we have actually arun of confidence upon us! Our customers over there, seem not to be ableto confide their property to us fast enough. There is positively a maniaamong some of them for sending it to England.”“That has a bad look,” said Darnay--“A bad look, you say, my dear Darnay? Yes, but we don’t know what reasonthere is in it. People are so unreasonable! Some of us at Tellson’s aregetting old, and we really can’t be troubled out of the ordinary course“Still,” said Darnay, “you know how gloomy and threatening the sky is.”“I know that, to be sure,” assented Mr. Lorry, trying to persuadehimself that his sweet temper was soured, and that he grumbled, “but Iam determined to be peevish after my long day’s botheration. Where is | 1Dickens |
loved her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influencein restraining me than if I had devoutly believed her to be humanI so shaped out my walk as to arrive at the gate at my old time. When Ihad rung at the bell with an unsteady hand, I turned my back upon thegate, while I tried to get my breath and keep the beating of my heartmoderately quiet. I heard the side-door open, and steps come across thecourtyard; but I pretended not to hear, even when the gate swung on itsBeing at last touched on the shoulder, I started and turned. I startedmuch more naturally then, to find myself confronted by a man in a sobergrey dress. The last man I should have expected to see in that place ofporter at Miss Havisham’s door.“Ah, young master, there’s more changes than yours. But come in, come | 1Dickens |
and a O, and says you, ‘Here, at last, is a J-O, Joe,’ how interestingI derived from this, that Joe’s education, like Steam, was yet in itsinfancy. Pursuing the subject, I inquired,—“Didn’t you ever go to school, Joe, when you were as little as me?”“Why didn’t you ever go to school, Joe, when you were as little as me?”“Well, Pip,” said Joe, taking up the poker, and settling himself to hisusual occupation when he was thoughtful, of slowly raking the firebetween the lower bars; “I’ll tell you. My father, Pip, he were givento drink, and when he were overtook with drink, he hammered away at mymother, most onmerciful. It were a’most the only hammering he did,indeed, ’xcepting at myself. And he hammered at me with a wigor only tobe equalled by the wigor with which he didn’t hammer at hisanwil.—You’re a listening and understanding, Pip?”“Consequence, my mother and me we ran away from my father several | 1Dickens |
“We shall lose a fine opportunity if I put off going to Cairo, and I amvery much afraid I must go, Handel, when you most need me.”“Herbert, I shall always need you, because I shall always love you; butmy need is no greater now than at another time.”“You will be so lonely.”“I have not leisure to think of that,” said I. “You know that I amalways with him to the full extent of the time allowed, and that Ishould be with him all day long, if I could. And when I come away fromhim, you know that my thoughts are with him.”The dreadful condition to which he was brought, was so appalling toboth of us, that we could not refer to it in plainer words.“My dear fellow,” said Herbert, “let the near prospect of ourseparation—for, it is very near—be my justification for troubling youabout yourself. Have you thought of your future?” | 1Dickens |
away. I had heard them, alone at the bedside, striking their boots withtheir riding-whips, and loitering up and down.“‘At last she is dead?’ said the elder, when I went in.“‘She is dead,’ said I.“‘I congratulate you, my brother,’ were his words as he turned round.“He had before offered me money, which I had postponed taking. He nowgave me a rouleau of gold. I took it from his hand, but laid it onthe table. I had considered the question, and had resolved to accept“‘Pray excuse me,’ said I. ‘Under the circumstances, no.’“They exchanged looks, but bent their heads to me as I bent mine tothem, and we parted without another word on either side.“I am weary, weary, weary--worn down by misery. I cannot read what Ihave written with this gaunt hand.“Early in the morning, the rouleau of gold was left at my door in alittle box, with my name on the outside. From the first, I had anxiously | 1Dickens |
Upon which my sister fixed me with her eye, and said, in a lowreproachful voice, “Do you hear that? Be grateful.”“Especially,” said Mr. Pumblechook, “be grateful, boy, to them whichbrought you up by hand.”Mrs. Hubble shook her head, and contemplating me with a mournfulpresentiment that I should come to no good, asked, “Why is it that theyoung are never grateful?” This moral mystery seemed too much for thecompany until Mr. Hubble tersely solved it by saying, “Naterallywicious.” Everybody then murmured “True!” and looked at me in aparticularly unpleasant and personal manner.Joe’s station and influence were something feebler (if possible) whenthere was company than when there was none. But he always aided andcomforted me when he could, in some way of his own, and he always didso at dinner-time by giving me gravy, if there were any. There beingplenty of gravy to-day, Joe spooned into my plate, at this point, about | 1Dickens |
very great distance from Paddington Station, I got a few patients fromamong the officials. One of these, whom I had cured of a painful andlingering disease, was never weary of advertising my virtues and ofendeavouring to send me on every sufferer over whom he might have anyOne morning, at a little before seven o’clock, I was awakened by themaid tapping at the door to announce that two men had come fromPaddington and were waiting in the consulting-room. I dressedhurriedly, for I knew by experience that railway cases were seldomtrivial, and hastened downstairs. As I descended, my old ally, theguard, came out of the room and closed the door tightly behind him.“I’ve got him here,” he whispered, jerking his thumb over his shoulder;“What is it, then?” I asked, for his manner suggested that it was somestrange creature which he had caged up in my room.“It’s a new patient,” he whispered. “I thought I’d bring him round | 2Doyle |
second. You may have observed that I twice strolled over to the window while Dr. Mortimer was reading his legend.” “I was looking out for loiterers in the street, but I saw none. We are dealing with a clever man, Watson. This matter cuts very deep, and though I have not finally made up my mind whether it is a benevolent or a malevolent agency which is in touch with us, I am conscious always of power and design. When our friends left I at once followed them in the hopes of marking down their invisible attendant. So wily was he that he had not trusted himself upon foot, but he had availed himself of a cab so that he could loiter behind or dash past them and so escape their notice. His method had the additional advantage that if they were to take a cab he was all ready to follow them. It has, however, one | 2Doyle |
problem will soon be solved. I have no doubt—” He stopped suddenly and stared fixedly up over my head into the air. The lamp beat upon his face, and so intent was it and so still that it might have been that of a clear-cut classical statue, a personification of alertness and expectation. “What is it?” we both cried. I could see as he looked down that he was repressing some internal emotion. His features were still composed, but his eyes shone with amused exultation. “Excuse the admiration of a connoisseur,” said he as he waved his hand towards the line of portraits which covered the opposite wall. “Watson won’t allow that I know anything of art but that is mere jealousy because our views upon the subject differ. Now, these are a really very fine series of portraits.” “Well, I’m glad to hear you say so,” said Sir Henry, glancing | 2Doyle |
the stool, entered on his reversionary interest in the straw his fatherhad been chewing, and cogitated.“Al-ways rusty! His fingers is al-ways rusty!” muttered young Jerry.“Where does my father get all that iron rust from? He don’t get no iron“You know the Old Bailey well, no doubt?” said one of the oldest ofclerks to Jerry the messenger.“Ye-es, sir,” returned Jerry, in something of a dogged manner. “I _do_“Just so. And you know Mr. Lorry.”“I know Mr. Lorry, sir, much better than I know the Bailey. Muchbetter,” said Jerry, not unlike a reluctant witness at the establishmentin question, “than I, as a honest tradesman, wish to know the Bailey.”“Very well. Find the door where the witnesses go in, and show thedoor-keeper this note for Mr. Lorry. He will then let you in.”“Into the court, sir?”Mr. Cruncher’s eyes seemed to get a little closer to one another, and tointerchange the inquiry, “What do you think of this?” | 1Dickens |
gate—then I stand on my head—then the feet are high enough, yousee—then I’m over, you see.”“Yes, I suppose you’d be over when that was done,” Alice saidthoughtfully: “but don’t you think it would be rather hard?”“I haven’t tried it yet,” the Knight said, gravely: “so I can’t tellfor certain—but I’m afraid it _would_ be a little hard.”He looked so vexed at the idea, that Alice changed the subject hastily.“What a curious helmet you’ve got!” she said cheerfully. “Is that yourThe Knight looked down proudly at his helmet, which hung from thesaddle. “Yes,” he said, “but I’ve invented a better one than that—likea sugar loaf. When I used to wear it, if I fell off the horse, italways touched the ground directly. So I had a _very_ little way tofall, you see—But there _was_ the danger of falling _into_ it, to besure. That happened to me once—and the worst of it was, before I could | 0Caroll |
an uncomfortable silence for a minute or two.The Red Queen broke the silence by saying to the White Queen, “I inviteyou to Alice’s dinner-party this afternoon.”The White Queen smiled feebly, and said “And I invite _you_.”“I didn’t know I was to have a party at all,” said Alice; “but if thereis to be one, I think _I_ ought to invite the guests.”“We gave you the opportunity of doing it,” the Red Queen remarked: “butI daresay you’ve not had many lessons in manners yet?”“Manners are not taught in lessons,” said Alice. “Lessons teach you todo sums, and things of that sort.”“And you do Addition?” the White Queen asked. “What’s one and one andone and one and one and one and one and one and one and one?”“I don’t know,” said Alice. “I lost count.”“She can’t do Addition,” the Red Queen interrupted. “Can you doSubtraction? Take nine from eight.”“Nine from eight I can’t, you know,” Alice replied very readily: “but—” | 0Caroll |
his beauty and strength and energy—so my father forbade the match. Wefled together, were married at Bari, and sold my jewels to gain themoney which would take us to America. This was four years ago, and wehave been in New York ever since.“Fortune was very good to us at first. Gennaro was able to do a serviceto an Italian gentleman—he saved him from some ruffians in the placecalled the Bowery, and so made a powerful friend. His name was TitoCastalotte, and he was the senior partner of the great firm ofCastalotte and Zamba, who are the chief fruit importers of New York.Signor Zamba is an invalid, and our new friend Castalotte has all powerwithin the firm, which employs more than three hundred men. He took myhusband into his employment, made him head of a department, and showedhis good-will towards him in every way. Signor Castalotte was abachelor, and I believe that he felt as if Gennaro was his son, and | 2Doyle |
everybody recognised, and which nobody had seen of old; and on thescarce occasions when two or three ragged peasants emerged from thecrowd to take a hurried peep at Monsieur the Marquis petrified, askinny finger would not have pointed to it for a minute, before they allstarted away among the moss and leaves, like the more fortunate hareswho could find a living there.Chateau and hut, stone face and dangling figure, the red stain on thestone floor, and the pure water in the village well--thousands of acresof land--a whole province of France--all France itself--lay under thenight sky, concentrated into a faint hair-breadth line. So does a wholeworld, with all its greatnesses and littlenesses, lie in a twinklingstar. And as mere human knowledge can split a ray of light and analysethe manner of its composition, so, sublimer intelligences may read inthe feeble shining of this earth of ours, every thought and act, every | 1Dickens |
arithmetic. On my politely bidding him Good-morning, he said,pompously, “Seven times nine, boy?” And how should _I_ be able toanswer, dodged in that way, in a strange place, on an empty stomach! Iwas hungry, but before I had swallowed a morsel, he began a running sumthat lasted all through the breakfast. “Seven?” “And four?” “Andeight?” “And six?” “And two?” “And ten?” And so on. And after eachfigure was disposed of, it was as much as I could do to get a bite or asup, before the next came; while he sat at his ease guessing nothing,and eating bacon and hot roll, in (if I may be allowed the expression)a gorging and gormandizing manner.For such reasons, I was very glad when ten o’clock came and we startedfor Miss Havisham’s; though I was not at all at my ease regarding themanner in which I should acquit myself under that lady’s roof. Within a | 1Dickens |
“I knew that Barrymore walked about nights, and I had a mind to speak to him about it,” said he. “Two or three times I have heard his steps in the passage, coming and going, just about the hour “Perhaps then he pays a visit every night to that particular “Perhaps he does. If so, we should be able to shadow him and see what it is that he is after. I wonder what your friend Holmes would do if he were here.” “I believe that he would do exactly what you now suggest,” said I. “He would follow Barrymore and see what he did.” “Then we shall do it together.” “But surely he would hear us.” “The man is rather deaf, and in any case we must take our chance of that. We’ll sit up in my room tonight and wait until he passes.” Sir Henry rubbed his hands with pleasure, and it was | 2Doyle |
was a miserable sight to see.It was with a depressed heart that I walked in the starlight for anhour and more, about the courtyard, and about the brewery, and aboutthe ruined garden. When I at last took courage to return to the room, Ifound Estella sitting at Miss Havisham’s knee, taking up some stitchesin one of those old articles of dress that were dropping to pieces, andof which I have often been reminded since by the faded tatters of oldbanners that I have seen hanging up in cathedrals. Afterwards, Estellaand I played at cards, as of yore,—only we were skilful now, and playedFrench games,—and so the evening wore away, and I went to bed.I lay in that separate building across the courtyard. It was the firsttime I had ever lain down to rest in Satis House, and sleep refused tocome near me. A thousand Miss Havishams haunted me. She was on this | 1Dickens |
completed, when I was told that a lady waited, who wished to see me.“I am growing more and more unequal to the task I have set myself. It isso cold, so dark, my senses are so benumbed, and the gloom upon me is so“The lady was young, engaging, and handsome, but not marked for longlife. She was in great agitation. She presented herself to me as thewife of the Marquis St. Evrémonde. I connected the title by which theboy had addressed the elder brother, with the initial letter embroideredon the scarf, and had no difficulty in arriving at the conclusion that Ihad seen that nobleman very lately.“My memory is still accurate, but I cannot write the words of ourconversation. I suspect that I am watched more closely than I was, and Iknow not at what times I may be watched. She had in part suspected, andin part discovered, the main facts of the cruel story, of her husband’s | 1Dickens |
down the river on a strong spring-tide, to the Hulks; a ghostly piratecalling out to me through a speaking-trumpet, as I passed thegibbet-station, that I had better come ashore and be hanged there atonce, and not put it off. I was afraid to sleep, even if I had beeninclined, for I knew that at the first faint dawn of morning I must robthe pantry. There was no doing it in the night, for there was nogetting a light by easy friction then; to have got one I must havestruck it out of flint and steel, and have made a noise like the verypirate himself rattling his chains.As soon as the great black velvet pall outside my little window wasshot with grey, I got up and went downstairs; every board upon the way,and every crack in every board calling after me, “Stop thief!” and “Getup, Mrs. Joe!” In the pantry, which was far more abundantly supplied | 1Dickens |
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of his bedding cut into strips; and as Mr. Pumblechook was verypositive and drove his own chaise-cart—over everybody—it was agreedthat it must be so. Mr. Wopsle, indeed, wildly cried out, “No!” withthe feeble malice of a tired man; but, as he had no theory, and no coaton, he was unanimously set at naught,—not to mention his smoking hardbehind, as he stood with his back to the kitchen fire to draw the dampout: which was not calculated to inspire confidence.This was all I heard that night before my sister clutched me, as aslumberous offence to the company’s eyesight, and assisted me up to bedwith such a strong hand that I seemed to have fifty boots on, and to bedangling them all against the edges of the stairs. My state of mind, asI have described it, began before I was up in the morning, and lastedlong after the subject had died out, and had ceased to be mentioned | 1Dickens |
"Don't you mean 'purpose'?" said Alice."I mean what I say," the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone. Andthe Gryphon added, "Come, let's hear some of _your_ adventures."[Illustration: _The Mock Turtle drew a long breath and said, "That's"I could tell you my adventures--beginning from this morning," saidAlice a little timidly: "but it's no use going back to yesterday,because I was a different person then.""Explain all that," said the Mock Turtle."No, no! The adventures first," said the Gryphon in an impatient tone:"explanations take such a dreadful time."So Alice began telling them her adventures from the time when she firstsaw the White Rabbit. She was a little nervous about it just at first,the two creatures got so close to her, one on each side, and openedtheir eyes and mouths so _very_ wide, but she gained courage as she wenton. Her listeners were perfectly quiet till she got to the part abouther repeating "_You are old, Father William_," to the Caterpillar, and | 0Caroll |
been talking together so long.“—then you don’t like all insects?” the Gnat went on, as quietly as if“I like them when they can talk,” Alice said. “None of them ever talk,where _I_ come from.”“What sort of insects do you rejoice in, where _you_ come from?” the“I don’t _rejoice_ in insects at all,” Alice explained, “because I’mrather afraid of them—at least the large kinds. But I can tell you thenames of some of them.”“Of course they answer to their names?” the Gnat remarked carelessly.“I never knew them to do it.”“What’s the use of their having names,” the Gnat said, “if they won’t“No use to _them_,” said Alice; “but it’s useful to the people who namethem, I suppose. If not, why do things have names at all?”“I can’t say,” the Gnat replied. “Further on, in the wood down there,they’ve got no names—however, go on with your list of insects: you’re“Well, there’s the Horse-fly,” Alice began, counting off the names on | 0Caroll |
“And you have, and are bound to have, that tenderness for the life hehas risked on your account, that you must save him, if possible, fromthrowing it away. Then you must get him out of England before you stira finger to extricate yourself. That done, extricate yourself, inHeaven’s name, and we’ll see it out together, dear old boy.”It was a comfort to shake hands upon it, and walk up and down again,with only that done.“Now, Herbert,” said I, “with reference to gaining some knowledge ofhis history. There is but one way that I know of. I must ask him point“Yes. Ask him,” said Herbert, “when we sit at breakfast in themorning.” For he had said, on taking leave of Herbert, that he wouldcome to breakfast with us.With this project formed, we went to bed. I had the wildest dreamsconcerning him, and woke unrefreshed; I woke, too, to recover the fear | 1Dickens |
Tweedledum looked round him with a satisfied smile. “I don’t suppose,”he said, “there’ll be a tree left standing, for ever so far round, bythe time we’ve finished!”“And all about a rattle!” said Alice, still hoping to make them a_little_ ashamed of fighting for such a trifle.“I shouldn’t have minded it so much,” said Tweedledum, “if it hadn’tbeen a new one.”“I wish the monstrous crow would come!” thought Alice.“There’s only one sword, you know,” Tweedledum said to his brother:“but you can have the umbrella—it’s quite as sharp. Only we must beginquick. It’s getting as dark as it can.”“And darker,” said Tweedledee.It was getting dark so suddenly that Alice thought there must be athunderstorm coming on. “What a thick black cloud that is!” she said.“And how fast it comes! Why, I do believe it’s got wings!”“It’s the crow!” Tweedledum cried out in a shrill voice of alarm: andthe two brothers took to their heels and were out of sight in a moment. | 0Caroll |
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