[{"quote": "\"She could never forgive him,", "context": "Of course, these tidings produced a great excitement all over France. King Louis XI. was specially interested in them, as they afforded a hope that Margaret might regain her throne, and so be able to redeem her mortgage, or else deliver up to him the security; so he called a council at Tours to consider what was best to be done, and he sent for Margaret at Verdun to come with the prince and attend it. He also sent for Ren\u00e9, her father, and other influential family friends. It is said that when Margaret arrived and met her father, she was so much agitated by the news, and by the hopes which it awakened in her bosom, that, in embracing him, she burst into tears from the excess of her excitement and joy.\n\n[Sidenote: Reconciliation with Warwick proposed.]\n\nBut she could not endure the idea of a reconciliation with Warwick. At first she positively refused to see or to speak to him. When, however, at length he arrived at Tours, the king introduced him into Margaret's presence, but for a long time she refused to have any thing to do with him.\n\n\"She could never forgive him,\" she said. \"He had been the chief author of the downfall of her husband, and of all the sorrows and calamities which had since befallen her and her son.\n\n[Sidenote: Margaret's objections.]\n\n\"Besides,\" she said, \"even if she were willing to forgive him for the intolerable wrongs which he had inflicted upon her, it would be very prejudicial to her husband's cause to enter into any agreement or alliance with him whatever; for all her party and friends in England, whom Warwick had done so much to injure, and who had so long looked upon him as their worst and deadliest foe, would be wholly alienated from her if they were to know that she had taken him into favor, and thus she would lose much more than she would gain.\""}, {"quote": "\"even if she were willing to forgive him for the intolerable wrongs which he had inflicted upon her, it would be very prejudicial to her husband's cause to enter into any agreement or alliance with him whatever; for all her party and friends in England, whom Warwick had done so much to injure, and who had so long looked upon him as their worst and deadliest foe, would be wholly alienated from her if they were to know that she had taken him into favor, and thus she would lose much more than she would gain.\"", "context": "But she could not endure the idea of a reconciliation with Warwick. At first she positively refused to see or to speak to him. When, however, at length he arrived at Tours, the king introduced him into Margaret's presence, but for a long time she refused to have any thing to do with him.\n\n\"She could never forgive him,\" she said. \"He had been the chief author of the downfall of her husband, and of all the sorrows and calamities which had since befallen her and her son.\n\n[Sidenote: Margaret's objections.]\n\n\"Besides,\" she said, \"even if she were willing to forgive him for the intolerable wrongs which he had inflicted upon her, it would be very prejudicial to her husband's cause to enter into any agreement or alliance with him whatever; for all her party and friends in England, whom Warwick had done so much to injure, and who had so long looked upon him as their worst and deadliest foe, would be wholly alienated from her if they were to know that she had taken him into favor, and thus she would lose much more than she would gain.\"\n\n[Sidenote: Warwick's arguments.]\n\n[Sidenote: His promises.]\n\nWarwick replied to this as well as he could, pleading the injuries which he had himself received from the Lancaster party as an excuse for his hostility against them. Then, moreover, he had been the means of unsettling King Edward in his realm, and of preparing the way for King Henry to return; and he promised that, if Margaret would receive him into her service, he would thenceforth be true and faithful to her as long as he lived, and be as much King Edward's foe as he had hitherto been his friend. He appealed, moreover, to the King of France to be his surety that he would faithfully perform these stipulations."}, {"quote": "\"for his deeds past never to make him any reproach.\"", "context": "First, the Earl of Warwick swore that he would, without change, always hold to the party of King Henry, and serve him, the queen, and the prince, as a true and faithful subject ought to serve his sovereign lord.\n\nNext, the King of France swore that he would help and sustain, to the utmost of his power, the Earl of Warwick in the quarrel of King Henry.\n\nAnd, finally, Queen Margaret swore to treat the earl as true and faithful to King Henry and the prince, and \"for his deeds past never to make him any reproach.\"\n\n[Sidenote: 1470.]\n\n[Sidenote: The betrothal.]\n\n[Sidenote: Conditions.]\n\nIt was furthermore agreed at this time that Anne, the Earl of Warwick's daughter, who was betrothed to the prince, should be delivered to Queen Margaret, and should remain under her charge until the marriage should be consummated. But this was not to take place until the Earl of Warwick had been into England and had recovered the realm, or the greater portion of it at least, and restored it to King Henry. Thus the consummation of the marriage was to depend upon Warwick's success in restoring Henry his crown."}, {"quote": "\"The problem of survivorship,", "context": "The school of St. Margaret's Hospital was fortunate in its lecturer on Medical Jurisprudence, or Forensic Medicine, as it is sometimes described. At some schools the lecturer on this subject is appointed apparently for the reason that he lacks the qualifications to lecture on any other. But with us it was very different: John Thorndyke was not only an enthusiast, a man of profound learning and great reputation, but he was an exceptional teacher, lively and fascinating in style and of endless resources. Every remarkable case that had ever been reported he appeared to have at his fingers' ends; every fact -- chemical, physical, biological, or even historical -- that could in any way be twisted into a medico-legal significance, was pressed into his service; and his own varied and curious experiences seemed as inexhaustible as the widow's curse. One of his favorite devices for giving life and interest to a rather dry subject was that of analyzing and commenting upon contemporary cases as reported in the papers (always, of course, with a due regard to the legal and social proprieties); and it was in this way that I first became introduced to the astonishing series of events that was destined to exercise so great an influence on my own life.\n\nThe lecture which had just been concluded had dealt with the rather unsatisfactory subject of survivorship. Most of the students had left the theater, and the remainder had gathered round the lecturer's table to listen to the informal comments that Dr. Thorndyke was wont to deliver on these occasions in an easy, conversational manner, leaning against the edge of the table and apparently addressing his remarks to a stick of blackboard chalk that he held in his fingers.\n\n\"The problem of survivorship,\" he was saying, in reply to a question put by one of the students, \"ordinarily occurs in cases where the bodies of the parties are producible, or where, at any rate, the occurrence of death and its approximate time are actually known. But an analogous difficulty may arise in a case where the body of one of the parties is not forthcoming, and the fact of death may have to be assumed on collateral evidence.\n\n\"Here, of course, the vital question to be settled is, what is the latest instant at which it is certain that this person was alive? And the settlement of that question may turn on some circumstance of the most trivial and insignificant kind. There is a case in this morning's paper which illustrates this. A gentleman has disappeared rather mysteriously. He was last seen by the servant of a relative at whose house he had called. Now, if this gentleman should never reappear, dead or alive, the question as to what was the latest moment at which he was certainly alive will turn upon the further question: 'Was he or was he not wearing a particular article of jewelry when he called at the relative's house?'\""}, {"quote": "\"Here, of course, the vital question to be settled is, what is the latest instant at which it is certain that this person was alive? And the settlement of that question may turn on some circumstance of the most trivial and insignificant kind. There is a case in this morning's paper which illustrates this. A gentleman has disappeared rather mysteriously. He was last seen by the servant of a relative at whose house he had called. Now, if this gentleman should never reappear, dead or alive, the question as to what was the latest moment at which he was certainly alive will turn upon the further question: 'Was he or was he not wearing a particular article of jewelry when he called at the relative's house?'\"", "context": "The lecture which had just been concluded had dealt with the rather unsatisfactory subject of survivorship. Most of the students had left the theater, and the remainder had gathered round the lecturer's table to listen to the informal comments that Dr. Thorndyke was wont to deliver on these occasions in an easy, conversational manner, leaning against the edge of the table and apparently addressing his remarks to a stick of blackboard chalk that he held in his fingers.\n\n\"The problem of survivorship,\" he was saying, in reply to a question put by one of the students, \"ordinarily occurs in cases where the bodies of the parties are producible, or where, at any rate, the occurrence of death and its approximate time are actually known. But an analogous difficulty may arise in a case where the body of one of the parties is not forthcoming, and the fact of death may have to be assumed on collateral evidence.\n\n\"Here, of course, the vital question to be settled is, what is the latest instant at which it is certain that this person was alive? And the settlement of that question may turn on some circumstance of the most trivial and insignificant kind. There is a case in this morning's paper which illustrates this. A gentleman has disappeared rather mysteriously. He was last seen by the servant of a relative at whose house he had called. Now, if this gentleman should never reappear, dead or alive, the question as to what was the latest moment at which he was certainly alive will turn upon the further question: 'Was he or was he not wearing a particular article of jewelry when he called at the relative's house?'\"\n\nHe paused with a reflective eye bent upon the stump of chalk he still held; then, noting the expectant interest with which we were regarding him, he resumed:\n\n\"The circumstances in this case are very curious; in fact, they are highly mysterious; and if any legal issues should arise in respect of them, they are likely to yield some very remarkable complications. The gentleman who has disappeared, Mr. John Bellingham, is a man well known in archeological circles. He recently returned from Egypt, bringing with him a very fine collection of antiquities -- some of which, by the way, he has presented to the British Museum, where they are now on view -- and having made this presentation, he appears to have gone to Paris on business. I may mention that the gift consisted of a very fine mummy and a complete set of tomb-furniture. The latter, however, had not arrived from Egypt at the time when the missing man left for Paris, but the mummy was inspected on the fourteenth of October at Mr. Bellingham's house by Dr. Norbury of the British Museum, in the presence of the donor and his solicitor, and the latter was authorized to hand over the complete collection to the British Museum authorities when the tomb-furniture arrived; which he has since done."}, {"quote": "\"But the question as to which house he visited first hinges on the scarab. If he was wearing the scarab when he arrived at Mr. Hurst's house, it would be certain that he went there first; but if it was not then on his watch-chain, a probability would be established that he went first to Woodford. Thus, you see, a question which may conceivably become of the most vital moment in determining the succession of property turns on the observation or non-observation by this housemaid of an apparently trivial and insignificant fact.\"", "context": "\"That is how the affair stands at present, and, should the missing man never reappear or should his body never be found, the question, as you see, which will be required to be settled is, 'What is the exact time and place, when and where, he was last known to be alive!' As to the place, the importance of the issues involved in that question is obvious and we need not consider it. But the question of time has another kind of significance. Cases have occurred, as I pointed out in the lecture, in which proof of survivorship by less than a minute has secured succession to property. Now, the missing man was last seen alive at Mr. Hurst's house at twenty minutes past five on the twenty-third of November. But he appears to have visited his brother's house at Woodford, and, since nobody saw him at that house, it is at present uncertain whether he went there before calling on Mr. Hurst. If he went there first, then twenty minutes past five on the evening of the twenty-third is the latest moment at which he is known to have been alive; but if he went there after, there would have to be added to this time the shortest time possible in which he could travel from the one house to the other.\n\n\"But the question as to which house he visited first hinges on the scarab. If he was wearing the scarab when he arrived at Mr. Hurst's house, it would be certain that he went there first; but if it was not then on his watch-chain, a probability would be established that he went first to Woodford. Thus, you see, a question which may conceivably become of the most vital moment in determining the succession of property turns on the observation or non-observation by this housemaid of an apparently trivial and insignificant fact.\"\n\n\"Has the servant made any statement on this subject, sir?\" I ventured to inquire.\n\n\"Apparently not,\" replied Dr. Thorndyke; \"at any rate, there is no reference to any such statement in the newspaper report, though otherwise, the case is reported in great detail; indeed, the wealth of detail, including plans of the two houses, is quite remarkable and well worth noting as being in itself a fact of considerable interest.\"\n\n\"In what respect, sir, is it of interest"}, {"quote": "\"Has the servant made any statement on this subject, sir?", "context": "\"But the question as to which house he visited first hinges on the scarab. If he was wearing the scarab when he arrived at Mr. Hurst's house, it would be certain that he went there first; but if it was not then on his watch-chain, a probability would be established that he went first to Woodford. Thus, you see, a question which may conceivably become of the most vital moment in determining the succession of property turns on the observation or non-observation by this housemaid of an apparently trivial and insignificant fact.\"\n\n\"Has the servant made any statement on this subject, sir?\" I ventured to inquire.\n\n\"Apparently not,\" replied Dr. Thorndyke; \"at any rate, there is no reference to any such statement in the newspaper report, though otherwise, the case is reported in great detail; indeed, the wealth of detail, including plans of the two houses, is quite remarkable and well worth noting as being in itself a fact of considerable interest.\"\n\n\"In what respect, sir, is it of interest?\" one of the students asked.\n\n\"Ah,\" replied Dr. Thorndyke,"}, {"quote": "\"at any rate, there is no reference to any such statement in the newspaper report, though otherwise, the case is reported in great detail; indeed, the wealth of detail, including plans of the two houses, is quite remarkable and well worth noting as being in itself a fact of considerable interest.\"", "context": "\"But the question as to which house he visited first hinges on the scarab. If he was wearing the scarab when he arrived at Mr. Hurst's house, it would be certain that he went there first; but if it was not then on his watch-chain, a probability would be established that he went first to Woodford. Thus, you see, a question which may conceivably become of the most vital moment in determining the succession of property turns on the observation or non-observation by this housemaid of an apparently trivial and insignificant fact.\"\n\n\"Has the servant made any statement on this subject, sir?\" I ventured to inquire.\n\n\"Apparently not,\" replied Dr. Thorndyke; \"at any rate, there is no reference to any such statement in the newspaper report, though otherwise, the case is reported in great detail; indeed, the wealth of detail, including plans of the two houses, is quite remarkable and well worth noting as being in itself a fact of considerable interest.\"\n\n\"In what respect, sir, is it of interest?\" one of the students asked.\n\n\"Ah,\" replied Dr. Thorndyke, \"I think I must leave you to consider that question yourself. This is an untried case, and we mustn't make free with the actions and motives of individuals.\"\n\n\"Does the paper give any description of the missing man, sir?\" I asked.\n\n\"Yes; quite an exhaustive description. Indeed, it is exhaustive to the verge of impropriety, considering that the man may turn up alive and well at any moment. It seems that he has an old Pott's fracture of the left ankle, a linear, longitudinal scar on each knee -- origin not stated, but easily guessed at -- and that he has tattooed on his chest in vermilion a very finely and distinctly executed representation of the symbolical Eye of Osiris -- or Horus or Ra, as the different authorities have it. There certainly ought to be no difficulty in identifying the body. But we hope that it will not come to that."}, {"quote": "\"In what respect, sir, is it of interest?", "context": "\"But the question as to which house he visited first hinges on the scarab. If he was wearing the scarab when he arrived at Mr. Hurst's house, it would be certain that he went there first; but if it was not then on his watch-chain, a probability would be established that he went first to Woodford. Thus, you see, a question which may conceivably become of the most vital moment in determining the succession of property turns on the observation or non-observation by this housemaid of an apparently trivial and insignificant fact.\"\n\n\"Has the servant made any statement on this subject, sir?\" I ventured to inquire.\n\n\"Apparently not,\" replied Dr. Thorndyke; \"at any rate, there is no reference to any such statement in the newspaper report, though otherwise, the case is reported in great detail; indeed, the wealth of detail, including plans of the two houses, is quite remarkable and well worth noting as being in itself a fact of considerable interest.\"\n\n\"In what respect, sir, is it of interest?\" one of the students asked.\n\n\"Ah,\" replied Dr. Thorndyke, \"I think I must leave you to consider that question yourself. This is an untried case, and we mustn't make free with the actions and motives of individuals.\"\n\n\"Does the paper give any description of the missing man, sir?\" I asked.\n\n\"Yes; quite an exhaustive description. Indeed, it is exhaustive to the verge of impropriety, considering that the man may turn up alive and well at any moment. It seems that he has an old Pott's fracture of the left ankle, a linear, longitudinal scar on each knee -- origin not stated, but easily guessed at -- and that he has tattooed on his chest in vermilion a very finely and distinctly executed representation of the symbolical Eye of Osiris -- or Horus or Ra, as the different authorities have it. There certainly ought to be no difficulty in identifying the body. But we hope that it will not come to that."}, {"quote": "\"I think I must leave you to consider that question yourself. This is an untried case, and we mustn't make free with the actions and motives of individuals.\"", "context": "\"Apparently not,\" replied Dr. Thorndyke; \"at any rate, there is no reference to any such statement in the newspaper report, though otherwise, the case is reported in great detail; indeed, the wealth of detail, including plans of the two houses, is quite remarkable and well worth noting as being in itself a fact of considerable interest.\"\n\n\"In what respect, sir, is it of interest?\" one of the students asked.\n\n\"Ah,\" replied Dr. Thorndyke, \"I think I must leave you to consider that question yourself. This is an untried case, and we mustn't make free with the actions and motives of individuals.\"\n\n\"Does the paper give any description of the missing man, sir?\" I asked.\n\n\"Yes; quite an exhaustive description. Indeed, it is exhaustive to the verge of impropriety, considering that the man may turn up alive and well at any moment. It seems that he has an old Pott's fracture of the left ankle, a linear, longitudinal scar on each knee -- origin not stated, but easily guessed at -- and that he has tattooed on his chest in vermilion a very finely and distinctly executed representation of the symbolical Eye of Osiris -- or Horus or Ra, as the different authorities have it. There certainly ought to be no difficulty in identifying the body. But we hope that it will not come to that."}, {"quote": "\"Does the paper give any description of the missing man, sir?", "context": "\"at any rate, there is no reference to any such statement in the newspaper report, though otherwise, the case is reported in great detail; indeed, the wealth of detail, including plans of the two houses, is quite remarkable and well worth noting as being in itself a fact of considerable interest.\"\n\n\"In what respect, sir, is it of interest?\" one of the students asked.\n\n\"Ah,\" replied Dr. Thorndyke, \"I think I must leave you to consider that question yourself. This is an untried case, and we mustn't make free with the actions and motives of individuals.\"\n\n\"Does the paper give any description of the missing man, sir?\" I asked.\n\n\"Yes; quite an exhaustive description. Indeed, it is exhaustive to the verge of impropriety, considering that the man may turn up alive and well at any moment. It seems that he has an old Pott's fracture of the left ankle, a linear, longitudinal scar on each knee -- origin not stated, but easily guessed at -- and that he has tattooed on his chest in vermilion a very finely and distinctly executed representation of the symbolical Eye of Osiris -- or Horus or Ra, as the different authorities have it. There certainly ought to be no difficulty in identifying the body. But we hope that it will not come to that."}, {"quote": "\"There -- he lies dashed to pieces at the bottom of the ravine.", "context": "Next morning, at the hour when the Freiherr was in the habit of rising, V -- -- heard people running backwards and forwards, doors opened and slammed to, and a tumultuous confusion of voices talking and shouting. On going out of his room he met servants everywhere, who, without heeding him, ran past him with ghastly pale faces, upstairs, downstairs, in and out the rooms. At length he ascertained that the Freiherr was missing, and that they had been looking for him for hours in vain. As he had gone to bed in the presence of his personal attendant, he must have afterwards got up and gone away somewhere in his dressing-gown and slippers, taking the large candlestick with him, for these articles were also missed. V -- -- , his mind agitated with dark forebodings, ran up to the ill-fated hall, the cabinet adjoining which Wolfgang had chosen, like his father, for his own bedroom. The postern leading to the tower stood wide open, with a cry of horror V -- -- shouted, \"There -- he lies dashed to pieces at the bottom of the ravine.\" And it was so. There had been a fall of snow, so that all they could distinctly make out from above was the rigid arm of the unfortunate man protruding from between the stones. Many hours passed before the workmen succeeded, at great risk of life, in descending by means of ladders bound together, and drawing up the corpse by the aid of ropes. In the last agonies of death the Baron had kept a tight hold upon the silver candlestick; the hand in which it was clenched was the only uninjured part of his whole body, which had been shattered in the most hideous way by rebounding on the sharp stones."}, {"quote": "\"Brother! O my poor brother! No; this I never prayed for from the demons who had entered into me.", "context": "\" And it was so. There had been a fall of snow, so that all they could distinctly make out from above was the rigid arm of the unfortunate man protruding from between the stones. Many hours passed before the workmen succeeded, at great risk of life, in descending by means of ladders bound together, and drawing up the corpse by the aid of ropes. In the last agonies of death the Baron had kept a tight hold upon the silver candlestick; the hand in which it was clenched was the only uninjured part of his whole body, which had been shattered in the most hideous way by rebounding on the sharp stones.\n\nJust as the corpse was drawn up and carried into the hall, and laid upon the very same spot on the large table where a few weeks before old Roderick had lain dead, Hubert burst in, his face distorted by the frenzy of despair. Quite overpowered by the fearful sight he wailed, \"Brother! O my poor brother! No; this I never prayed for from the demons who had entered into me.\" This suspicious self-exculpation made V -- -- tremble; he felt impelled to proceed against Hubert as the murderer of his brother. Hubert, however, had fallen on the floor senseless; they carried him to bed; but on taking strong restoratives he soon recovered. Then he appeared in V -- -- 's room, pale and sorrow-stricken, and with his eyes half clouded with grief; and unable to stand owing to his weakness, he slowly sank down into an easy-chair, saying,"}, {"quote": "\"I have wished for my brother's death, because my father had made over to him the best part of the property through the foolish conversion of it into an entail. He has now found a fearful death. I am now lord of the estate-tail, but my heart is rent with pain -- I can -- I shall never be happy. I confirm you in your office; you shall be invested with the most extensive powers in respect to the management of the estate, upon which I cannot bear to live.", "context": "\" This suspicious self-exculpation made V -- -- tremble; he felt impelled to proceed against Hubert as the murderer of his brother. Hubert, however, had fallen on the floor senseless; they carried him to bed; but on taking strong restoratives he soon recovered. Then he appeared in V -- -- 's room, pale and sorrow-stricken, and with his eyes half clouded with grief; and unable to stand owing to his weakness, he slowly sank down into an easy-chair, saying, \"I have wished for my brother's death, because my father had made over to him the best part of the property through the foolish conversion of it into an entail. He has now found a fearful death. I am now lord of the estate-tail, but my heart is rent with pain -- I can -- I shall never be happy. I confirm you in your office; you shall be invested with the most extensive powers in respect to the management of the estate, upon which I cannot bear to live.\" Hubert left the room, and in two or three hours was on his way to K -- -- .\n\nIt appeared that the unfortunate Wolfgang had got up in the night, probably with the intention of going into the other cabinet where there was a library. In the stupor of sleep he had mistaken the door, and had opened the postern, taken a step out, and plunged headlong down. But after all had been said, there was nevertheless a good deal that was strained and unlikely in this explanation. If the Baron was unable to sleep and wanted to get a book out of the library, this of itself excluded all idea of sleep-stupor; but this condition alone could account for any mistaking of the postern for the door of the cabinet. Then again, the former was fast locked, and required a good deal of exertion to unlock it. These improbabilities V -- -- accordingly put before the domestics, who had gathered round him, and at length the Freiherr's body-servant, Francis by name, said,"}, {"quote": "\"Nay, nay, my good Herr Justitiarius; it couldn't have happened in that way.", "context": "It appeared that the unfortunate Wolfgang had got up in the night, probably with the intention of going into the other cabinet where there was a library. In the stupor of sleep he had mistaken the door, and had opened the postern, taken a step out, and plunged headlong down. But after all had been said, there was nevertheless a good deal that was strained and unlikely in this explanation. If the Baron was unable to sleep and wanted to get a book out of the library, this of itself excluded all idea of sleep-stupor; but this condition alone could account for any mistaking of the postern for the door of the cabinet. Then again, the former was fast locked, and required a good deal of exertion to unlock it. These improbabilities V -- -- accordingly put before the domestics, who had gathered round him, and at length the Freiherr's body-servant, Francis by name, said, \"Nay, nay, my good Herr Justitiarius; it couldn't have happened in that way.\" \"Well, how then?\" asked V -- -- abruptly and sharply. But Francis, a faithful, honest fellow, who would have followed his master into his grave, was unwilling to speak out before the rest; he stipulated that what he had to say about the event should be confided to the Justitiarius alone in private. V -- -- now learned that the Freiherr used often to talk to Francis about the vast treasure which he believed lay buried beneath the ruins of the tower, and also that frequently at night, as if goaded by some malicious fiend, he would open the postern, the key of which Daniel had been obliged to give him, and would gaze with longing eyes down into the chasm where the supposed riches lay. There was now no doubt about it; on that ill-omened night the Freiherr, after his servant had left him, must have taken one of his usual walks to the postern, where he had been most likely suddenly seized with dizziness, and had fallen over. Daniel, who also seemed much upset by the Freiherr's terrible end, thought it would be a good thing to have the dangerous postern walled up; and this was at once done."}, {"quote": "\"You have the presumption to tell me, the lord of the entail,", "context": "The Freiherr, whose character appeared to have undergone a complete revolution, spoke more than once during his stay at R -- sitten of presentiments of his approaching death. And these apprehensions were really not unfounded, for he died in the very next year. His son, named, like the deceased Baron, Hubert, soon came over from Courland to take possession of the rich inheritance; and was followed by his mother and his sister. The youth seemed to unite in his own person all the bad qualities of his ancestors: he proved himself to be proud, arrogant, impetuous, avaricious, in the very first moments after his arrival at R -- sitten. He wanted to have several things which did not suit his notions of what was right and proper altered there and then: the cook he kicked out of doors; and he attempted to thrash the coachman, in which, however, he did not succeed, for the big brawny fellow had the impudence not to submit to it. In fact, he was on the high road to assuming the r\u00f4le of a harsh and severe lord of the entail, when V -- -- interposed in his firm earnest manner, declaring most explicitly that not a single chair should be moved, that not even a cat should leave the house if she liked to stay in it, until after the will had been opened. \"You have the presumption to tell me, the lord of the entail,\" began the Baron. V -- -- , however, cut short the young man, who was foaming with rage, and said, whilst he measured him with a keen searching glance, \"Don't be in too great a hurry, Herr Baron. At all events, you have no right to exercise authority here until after the opening of your father's will. It is I -- I alone -- who am now master here; and I shall know how to meet violence with violent measures. Please to recollect that by virtue of my powers as executor of your father's will, as well as by virtue of the arrangements which have been made by the court, I am empowered to forbid your remaining in R -- sitten if I think fit to do so; and so, if you wish to spare me this disagreeable step, I would advise you to go away quietly to K -- -- "}, {"quote": "\"Don't be in too great a hurry, Herr Baron. At all events, you have no right to exercise authority here until after the opening of your father's will. It is I -- I alone -- who am now master here; and I shall know how to meet violence with violent measures. Please to recollect that by virtue of my powers as executor of your father's will, as well as by virtue of the arrangements which have been made by the court, I am empowered to forbid your remaining in R -- sitten if I think fit to do so; and so, if you wish to spare me this disagreeable step, I would advise you to go away quietly to K -- -- .", "context": "The Freiherr, whose character appeared to have undergone a complete revolution, spoke more than once during his stay at R -- sitten of presentiments of his approaching death. And these apprehensions were really not unfounded, for he died in the very next year. His son, named, like the deceased Baron, Hubert, soon came over from Courland to take possession of the rich inheritance; and was followed by his mother and his sister. The youth seemed to unite in his own person all the bad qualities of his ancestors: he proved himself to be proud, arrogant, impetuous, avaricious, in the very first moments after his arrival at R -- sitten. He wanted to have several things which did not suit his notions of what was right and proper altered there and then: the cook he kicked out of doors; and he attempted to thrash the coachman, in which, however, he did not succeed, for the big brawny fellow had the impudence not to submit to it. In fact, he was on the high road to assuming the r\u00f4le of a harsh and severe lord of the entail, when V -- -- interposed in his firm earnest manner, declaring most explicitly that not a single chair should be moved, that not even a cat should leave the house if she liked to stay in it, until after the will had been opened. \"You have the presumption to tell me, the lord of the entail,\" began the Baron. V -- -- , however, cut short the young man, who was foaming with rage, and said, whilst he measured him with a keen searching glance, \"Don't be in too great a hurry, Herr Baron. At all events, you have no right to exercise authority here until after the opening of your father's will. It is I -- I alone -- who am now master here; and I shall know how to meet violence with violent measures. Please to recollect that by virtue of my powers as executor of your father's will, as well as by virtue of the arrangements which have been made by the court, I am empowered to forbid your remaining in R -- sitten if I think fit to do so; and so, if you wish to spare me this disagreeable step, I would advise you to go away quietly to K -- -- .\" The lawyer's earnestness, and the resolute tone in which he spoke, lent the proper emphasis to his words. Hence the young Baron, who was charging with far two sharp-pointed horns, felt the weakness of his weapons against the firm bulwark, and found it convenient to cover the shame of his retreat with a burst of scornful laughter.\n\nThree months passed and the day was come on which, in accordance with the expressed wish of the deceased, his will was to be opened at K -- -- , where it had been deposited. In the chambers there was, besides the officers of the court, the Baron, and V -- -- , a young man of noble appearance, whom V -- -- had brought with him, and who was taken to be V -- -- 's clerk, since he had a parchment deed sticking out from the breast of his buttoned-up coat. Him the Baron treated as he did nearly all the rest, with scornful contempt; and he demanded with noisy impetuosity that they should make haste and get done with all their tiresome needless ceremonies as quickly as possible and without over many words and scribblings. He couldn't for the life of him make out why any will should be wanted at all with respect to the inheritance, and especially in the case of entailed property; and no matter what provisions were made in the will, it would depend entirely upon his decision as to whether they should be observed or not. After casting a hasty and surly glance at the handwriting and the seal, the Baron acknowledged them to be those of his dead father. Upon the clerk of the court preparing to read the will aloud, the young Baron, throwing his right arm carelessly over the back of his chair and leaning his left on the table, whilst he drummed with his fingers on its green cover, sat staring with an air of indifference out of the window. After a short preamble the deceased Freiherr Hubert von R -- -- declared that he had never possessed the estate-tail as its lawful owner, but that he had only managed it in the name of the deceased Freiherr Wolfgang von R -- -- 's only son, called Roderick after his grandfather; and he it was to whom, according to the rights of family priority, the estate had fallen on his father's death. Amongst Hubert's papers would be found an exact account of all revenues and expenditure, as well as of existing movable property, &c. The will went on to relate that Wolfgang von R -- -- had, during his travels, made the acquaintance of Mdlle. Julia de St. Val in Geneva, and had fallen so deeply in love with her that he resolved never to leave her side again. She was very poor; and her family, although noble and of good repute, did not, however, rank amongst the most illustrious, for which reason Wolfgang dared not expect to receive the consent of old Roderick to a union with her, for the old Freiherr's aim and ambition was to promote by all possible means the establishment of a powerful family. Nevertheless he ventured to write from Paris to his father, acquainting him with the fact that his affections were engaged. But what he had foreseen was actually realised; the old Baron declared categorically that he had himself chosen the future mistress of the entail, and therefore there could never be any mention made of any other. Wolfgang, instead of crossing the Channel into England, as he was to have done, returned into Geneva under the assumed name of Born, and married Julia, who after the lapse of a year bore him a son, and this son became on Wolfgang's death the real lord of the entail. In explanation of the facts why Hubert, though acquainted with all this, had kept silent so long and had represented himself as lord of the entail, various reasons were assigned, based upon agreements formerly made with Wolfgang, but they seemed for the most part insufficient and devoid of real foundation."}, {"quote": "\"Here I have the honour to present to you, gentlemen, Freiherr Roderick von R -- -- , lord of the entail of R -- sitten.", "context": "Three months passed and the day was come on which, in accordance with the expressed wish of the deceased, his will was to be opened at K -- -- , where it had been deposited. In the chambers there was, besides the officers of the court, the Baron, and V -- -- , a young man of noble appearance, whom V -- -- had brought with him, and who was taken to be V -- -- 's clerk, since he had a parchment deed sticking out from the breast of his buttoned-up coat. Him the Baron treated as he did nearly all the rest, with scornful contempt; and he demanded with noisy impetuosity that they should make haste and get done with all their tiresome needless ceremonies as quickly as possible and without over many words and scribblings. He couldn't for the life of him make out why any will should be wanted at all with respect to the inheritance, and especially in the case of entailed property; and no matter what provisions were made in the will, it would depend entirely upon his decision as to whether they should be observed or not. After casting a hasty and surly glance at the handwriting and the seal, the Baron acknowledged them to be those of his dead father. Upon the clerk of the court preparing to read the will aloud, the young Baron, throwing his right arm carelessly over the back of his chair and leaning his left on the table, whilst he drummed with his fingers on its green cover, sat staring with an air of indifference out of the window. After a short preamble the deceased Freiherr Hubert von R -- -- declared that he had never possessed the estate-tail as its lawful owner, but that he had only managed it in the name of the deceased Freiherr Wolfgang von R -- -- 's only son, called Roderick after his grandfather; and he it was to whom, according to the rights of family priority, the estate had fallen on his father's death. Amongst Hubert's papers would be found an exact account of all revenues and expenditure, as well as of existing movable property, &c. The will went on to relate that Wolfgang von R -- -- had, during his travels, made the acquaintance of Mdlle. Julia de St. Val in Geneva, and had fallen so deeply in love with her that he resolved never to leave her side again. She was very poor; and her family, although noble and of good repute, did not, however, rank amongst the most illustrious, for which reason Wolfgang dared not expect to receive the consent of old Roderick to a union with her, for the old Freiherr's aim and ambition was to promote by all possible means the establishment of a powerful family. Nevertheless he ventured to write from Paris to his father, acquainting him with the fact that his affections were engaged. But what he had foreseen was actually realised; the old Baron declared categorically that he had himself chosen the future mistress of the entail, and therefore there could never be any mention made of any other. Wolfgang, instead of crossing the Channel into England, as he was to have done, returned into Geneva under the assumed name of Born, and married Julia, who after the lapse of a year bore him a son, and this son became on Wolfgang's death the real lord of the entail. In explanation of the facts why Hubert, though acquainted with all this, had kept silent so long and had represented himself as lord of the entail, various reasons were assigned, based upon agreements formerly made with Wolfgang, but they seemed for the most part insufficient and devoid of real foundation.\n\nThe Baron sat staring at the clerk of the court as if thunderstruck, whilst the latter went on proclaiming all this bad news in a provokingly monotonous and jarring tone. When he finished, V -- -- rose, and taking the young man whom he had brought with him by the hand, said, as he bowed to the assembled company, \"Here I have the honour to present to you, gentlemen, Freiherr Roderick von R -- -- , lord of the entail of R -- sitten.\" Baron Hubert looked at the youth, who had, as it were, fallen from the clouds to deprive him of the rich inheritance together with half the unentailed Courland estates, with suppressed fury in his gleaming eyes; then, threatening him with his doubled fist, he ran out of the court without uttering a word. Baron Roderick, on being challenged by the court-officers, produced the documents by which he was to establish his identity as the person whom he represented himself to be. He handed in an attested extract from the register of the church where his father was married, which certified that on such and such a day Wolfgang Born, merchant, born in K -- -- , had been united in marriage with the blessing of the Church to Mdlle. Julia de St. Val, in the presence of certain witnesses, who were named. Further, he produced his own baptismal certificate (he had been baptized in Geneva as the son of the merchant Born and his wife Julia, n\u00e9e De St. Val, begotten in lawful wedlock), and various letters from his father to his mother, who was long since dead, but they none of them had any other signature than W."}, {"quote": "\"Ah well! God will help us!\"", "context": "\" Baron Hubert looked at the youth, who had, as it were, fallen from the clouds to deprive him of the rich inheritance together with half the unentailed Courland estates, with suppressed fury in his gleaming eyes; then, threatening him with his doubled fist, he ran out of the court without uttering a word. Baron Roderick, on being challenged by the court-officers, produced the documents by which he was to establish his identity as the person whom he represented himself to be. He handed in an attested extract from the register of the church where his father was married, which certified that on such and such a day Wolfgang Born, merchant, born in K -- -- , had been united in marriage with the blessing of the Church to Mdlle. Julia de St. Val, in the presence of certain witnesses, who were named. Further, he produced his own baptismal certificate (he had been baptized in Geneva as the son of the merchant Born and his wife Julia, n\u00e9e De St. Val, begotten in lawful wedlock), and various letters from his father to his mother, who was long since dead, but they none of them had any other signature than W.\n\nV -- -- looked through all these papers with a cloud upon his face; and as he put them together again, he said, somewhat troubled, \"Ah well! God will help us!\"\n\nThe very next morning Freiherr Hubert von R -- -- presented, through an advocate whose services he had succeeded in enlisting in his cause, a statement of protest to the government authorities in K -- -- , actually calling upon them to effectuate the immediate surrender to him of the entail of R -- sitten. It was incontestable, maintained the advocate, that the deceased Freiherr Hubert Von R -- -- had not had the power to dispose of entailed property either by testament or in any other way. The testament in question, therefore, was nothing more than an evidential statement, written down and deposited with the court, to the effect that Freiherr Wolfgang von R -- -- had bequeathed the estate-tail to a son who was at that time still living; and accordingly it had as evidence no greater weight than that of any other witness, and so could not by any possibility legitimately establish the claims of the person who had announced himself to be Freiherr Roderick von R -- -- . Hence it was rather the duty of this new claimant to prove by action at law his alleged rights of inheritance, which were hereby expressly disputed and denied, and so also to take proper steps to maintain his claim to the estate-tail, which now, according to the laws of succession, fell to Baron Hubert von R -- -- . By the father's death the property came at once immediately into the hands of the son. There was no need for any formal declaration to be made of his entering into possession of the inheritance, since the succession could not be alienated; at any rate, the present owner of the estate was not going to be disturbed in his possession by claims which were perfectly groundless. Whatever reasons the deceased might have had for bringing forward another heir of entail were quite irrelevant. And it might be remarked that he had himself had an intrigue in Switzerland, as could be proved if necessary from the papers he had left behind him; and it was quite possible that the person whom he alleged to be his brother's son was his own son, the fruit of an unlawful love, for whom in a momentary fit of remorse he had wished to secure the entail."}, {"quote": "\u201cAt last we are alone. My Elinor, you do not yet know all my happiness. Colonel Brandon loves Marianne. He has told me so himself.\u201d", "context": "Marianne continued to mend every day, and the brilliant cheerfulness of Mrs. Dashwood\u2019s looks and spirits proved her to be, as she repeatedly declared herself, one of the happiest women in the world. Elinor could not hear the declaration, nor witness its proofs without sometimes wondering whether her mother ever recollected Edward. But Mrs. Dashwood, trusting to the temperate account of her own disappointment which Elinor had sent her, was led away by the exuberance of her joy to think only of what would increase it. Marianne was restored to her from a danger in which, as she now began to feel, her own mistaken judgment in encouraging the unfortunate attachment to Willoughby, had contributed to place her; \u2014 and in her recovery she had yet another source of joy unthought of by Elinor. It was thus imparted to her, as soon as any opportunity of private conference between them occurred.\n\n\u201cAt last we are alone. My Elinor, you do not yet know all my happiness. Colonel Brandon loves Marianne. He has told me so himself.\u201d\n\nHer daughter, feeling by turns both pleased and pained, surprised and not surprised, was all silent attention.\n\n\u201cYou are never like me, dear Elinor, or I should wonder at your composure now. Had I sat down to wish for any possible good to my family, I should have fixed on Colonel Brandon\u2019s marrying one of you as the object most desirable. And I believe Marianne will be the most happy with him of the two.\u201d\n\nElinor was half inclined to ask her reason for thinking so, because satisfied that none founded on an impartial consideration of their age, characters, or feelings, could be given; \u2014 but her mother must always be carried away by her imagination on any interesting subject, and therefore instead of an inquiry, she passed it off with a smile."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou are never like me, dear Elinor, or I should wonder at your composure now. Had I sat down to wish for any possible good to my family, I should have fixed on Colonel Brandon\u2019s marrying one of you as the object most desirable. And I believe Marianne will be the most happy with him of the two.\u201d", "context": "Marianne continued to mend every day, and the brilliant cheerfulness of Mrs. Dashwood\u2019s looks and spirits proved her to be, as she repeatedly declared herself, one of the happiest women in the world. Elinor could not hear the declaration, nor witness its proofs without sometimes wondering whether her mother ever recollected Edward. But Mrs. Dashwood, trusting to the temperate account of her own disappointment which Elinor had sent her, was led away by the exuberance of her joy to think only of what would increase it. Marianne was restored to her from a danger in which, as she now began to feel, her own mistaken judgment in encouraging the unfortunate attachment to Willoughby, had contributed to place her; \u2014 and in her recovery she had yet another source of joy unthought of by Elinor. It was thus imparted to her, as soon as any opportunity of private conference between them occurred.\n\n\u201cAt last we are alone. My Elinor, you do not yet know all my happiness. Colonel Brandon loves Marianne. He has told me so himself.\u201d\n\nHer daughter, feeling by turns both pleased and pained, surprised and not surprised, was all silent attention.\n\n\u201cYou are never like me, dear Elinor, or I should wonder at your composure now. Had I sat down to wish for any possible good to my family, I should have fixed on Colonel Brandon\u2019s marrying one of you as the object most desirable. And I believe Marianne will be the most happy with him of the two.\u201d\n\nElinor was half inclined to ask her reason for thinking so, because satisfied that none founded on an impartial consideration of their age, characters, or feelings, could be given; \u2014 but her mother must always be carried away by her imagination on any interesting subject, and therefore instead of an inquiry, she passed it off with a smile.\n\n\u201cHe opened his whole heart to me yesterday as we travelled. It came out quite unawares, quite undesignedly. I, you may well believe, could talk of nothing but my child; \u2014 he could not conceal his distress; I saw that it equalled my own, and he perhaps, thinking that mere friendship, as the world now goes, would not justify so warm a sympathy \u2014 or rather, not thinking at all, I suppose \u2014 giving way to irresistible feelings, made me acquainted with his earnest, tender, constant, affection for Marianne. He has loved her, my Elinor, ever since the first moment of seeing her.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cHe opened his whole heart to me yesterday as we travelled. It came out quite unawares, quite undesignedly. I, you may well believe, could talk of nothing but my child; \u2014 he could not conceal his distress; I saw that it equalled my own, and he perhaps, thinking that mere friendship, as the world now goes, would not justify so warm a sympathy \u2014 or rather, not thinking at all, I suppose \u2014 giving way to irresistible feelings, made me acquainted with his earnest, tender, constant, affection for Marianne. He has loved her, my Elinor, ever since the first moment of seeing her.\u201d", "context": "\u201cYou are never like me, dear Elinor, or I should wonder at your composure now. Had I sat down to wish for any possible good to my family, I should have fixed on Colonel Brandon\u2019s marrying one of you as the object most desirable. And I believe Marianne will be the most happy with him of the two.\u201d\n\nElinor was half inclined to ask her reason for thinking so, because satisfied that none founded on an impartial consideration of their age, characters, or feelings, could be given; \u2014 but her mother must always be carried away by her imagination on any interesting subject, and therefore instead of an inquiry, she passed it off with a smile.\n\n\u201cHe opened his whole heart to me yesterday as we travelled. It came out quite unawares, quite undesignedly. I, you may well believe, could talk of nothing but my child; \u2014 he could not conceal his distress; I saw that it equalled my own, and he perhaps, thinking that mere friendship, as the world now goes, would not justify so warm a sympathy \u2014 or rather, not thinking at all, I suppose \u2014 giving way to irresistible feelings, made me acquainted with his earnest, tender, constant, affection for Marianne. He has loved her, my Elinor, ever since the first moment of seeing her.\u201d\n\nHere, however, Elinor perceived, \u2014 not the language, not the professions of Colonel Brandon, but the natural embellishments of her mother\u2019s active fancy, which fashioned every thing delightful to her as it chose.\n\n\u201cHis regard for her, infinitely surpassing anything that Willoughby ever felt or feigned, as much more warm, as more sincere or constant \u2014 which ever we are to call it \u2014 has subsisted through all the knowledge of dear Marianne\u2019s unhappy prepossession for that worthless young man! \u2014 and without selfishness \u2014 without encouraging a hope! \u2014 could he have seen her happy with another \u2014 Such a noble mind! \u2014 such openness, such sincerity! \u2014 no one can be deceived in him.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cHis regard for her, infinitely surpassing anything that Willoughby ever felt or feigned, as much more warm, as more sincere or constant \u2014 which ever we are to call it \u2014 has subsisted through all the knowledge of dear Marianne\u2019s unhappy prepossession for that worthless young man! \u2014 and without selfishness \u2014 without encouraging a hope! \u2014 could he have seen her happy with another \u2014 Such a noble mind! \u2014 such openness, such sincerity! \u2014 no one can be deceived in him.\u201d", "context": "\u201cHe opened his whole heart to me yesterday as we travelled. It came out quite unawares, quite undesignedly. I, you may well believe, could talk of nothing but my child; \u2014 he could not conceal his distress; I saw that it equalled my own, and he perhaps, thinking that mere friendship, as the world now goes, would not justify so warm a sympathy \u2014 or rather, not thinking at all, I suppose \u2014 giving way to irresistible feelings, made me acquainted with his earnest, tender, constant, affection for Marianne. He has loved her, my Elinor, ever since the first moment of seeing her.\u201d\n\nHere, however, Elinor perceived, \u2014 not the language, not the professions of Colonel Brandon, but the natural embellishments of her mother\u2019s active fancy, which fashioned every thing delightful to her as it chose.\n\n\u201cHis regard for her, infinitely surpassing anything that Willoughby ever felt or feigned, as much more warm, as more sincere or constant \u2014 which ever we are to call it \u2014 has subsisted through all the knowledge of dear Marianne\u2019s unhappy prepossession for that worthless young man! \u2014 and without selfishness \u2014 without encouraging a hope! \u2014 could he have seen her happy with another \u2014 Such a noble mind! \u2014 such openness, such sincerity! \u2014 no one can be deceived in him.\u201d\n\n\u201cColonel Brandon\u2019s character,\u201d said Elinor, \u201cas an excellent man, is well established.\u201d\n\n\u201cI know it is,\u201d \u2014 replied her mother seriously, \u201cor after such a warning, I should be the last to encourage such affection, or even to be pleased by it. But his coming for me as he did, with such active, such ready friendship, is enough to prove him one of the worthiest of men.\u201d\n\n\u201cHis character, however,\u201d answered Elinor, \u201cdoes not rest on one act of kindness, to which his affection for Marianne, were humanity out of the case, would have prompted him. To Mrs. Jennings, to the Middletons, he has been long and intimately known; they equally love and respect him; and even my own knowledge of him, though lately acquired, is very considerable; and so highly do I value and esteem him, that if Marianne can be happy with him, I shall be as ready as yourself to think our connection the greatest blessing to us in the world. What answer did you give him? \u2014 Did you allow him to hope?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cColonel Brandon\u2019s character,", "context": "\u201cHis regard for her, infinitely surpassing anything that Willoughby ever felt or feigned, as much more warm, as more sincere or constant \u2014 which ever we are to call it \u2014 has subsisted through all the knowledge of dear Marianne\u2019s unhappy prepossession for that worthless young man! \u2014 and without selfishness \u2014 without encouraging a hope! \u2014 could he have seen her happy with another \u2014 Such a noble mind! \u2014 such openness, such sincerity! \u2014 no one can be deceived in him.\u201d\n\n\u201cColonel Brandon\u2019s character,\u201d said Elinor, \u201cas an excellent man, is well established.\u201d\n\n\u201cI know it is,\u201d \u2014 replied her mother seriously, \u201cor after such a warning, I should be the last to encourage such affection, or even to be pleased by it. But his coming for me as he did, with such active, such ready friendship, is enough to prove him one of the worthiest of men.\u201d\n\n\u201cHis character, however,\u201d answered Elinor, \u201cdoes not rest on one act of kindness, to which his affection for Marianne, were humanity out of the case, would have prompted him. To Mrs. Jennings, to the Middletons, he has been long and intimately known; they equally love and respect him; and even my own knowledge of him, though lately acquired, is very considerable; and so highly do I value and esteem him, that if Marianne can be happy with him, I shall be as ready as yourself to think our connection the greatest blessing to us in the world. What answer did you give him? \u2014 Did you allow him to hope?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cas an excellent man, is well established.\u201d", "context": "\u201cHis regard for her, infinitely surpassing anything that Willoughby ever felt or feigned, as much more warm, as more sincere or constant \u2014 which ever we are to call it \u2014 has subsisted through all the knowledge of dear Marianne\u2019s unhappy prepossession for that worthless young man! \u2014 and without selfishness \u2014 without encouraging a hope! \u2014 could he have seen her happy with another \u2014 Such a noble mind! \u2014 such openness, such sincerity! \u2014 no one can be deceived in him.\u201d\n\n\u201cColonel Brandon\u2019s character,\u201d said Elinor, \u201cas an excellent man, is well established.\u201d\n\n\u201cI know it is,\u201d \u2014 replied her mother seriously, \u201cor after such a warning, I should be the last to encourage such affection, or even to be pleased by it. But his coming for me as he did, with such active, such ready friendship, is enough to prove him one of the worthiest of men.\u201d\n\n\u201cHis character, however,\u201d answered Elinor, \u201cdoes not rest on one act of kindness, to which his affection for Marianne, were humanity out of the case, would have prompted him. To Mrs. Jennings, to the Middletons, he has been long and intimately known; they equally love and respect him; and even my own knowledge of him, though lately acquired, is very considerable; and so highly do I value and esteem him, that if Marianne can be happy with him, I shall be as ready as yourself to think our connection the greatest blessing to us in the world. What answer did you give him? \u2014 Did you allow him to hope?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cor after such a warning, I should be the last to encourage such affection, or even to be pleased by it. But his coming for me as he did, with such active, such ready friendship, is enough to prove him one of the worthiest of men.\u201d", "context": "\u201cHis regard for her, infinitely surpassing anything that Willoughby ever felt or feigned, as much more warm, as more sincere or constant \u2014 which ever we are to call it \u2014 has subsisted through all the knowledge of dear Marianne\u2019s unhappy prepossession for that worthless young man! \u2014 and without selfishness \u2014 without encouraging a hope! \u2014 could he have seen her happy with another \u2014 Such a noble mind! \u2014 such openness, such sincerity! \u2014 no one can be deceived in him.\u201d\n\n\u201cColonel Brandon\u2019s character,\u201d said Elinor, \u201cas an excellent man, is well established.\u201d\n\n\u201cI know it is,\u201d \u2014 replied her mother seriously, \u201cor after such a warning, I should be the last to encourage such affection, or even to be pleased by it. But his coming for me as he did, with such active, such ready friendship, is enough to prove him one of the worthiest of men.\u201d\n\n\u201cHis character, however,\u201d answered Elinor, \u201cdoes not rest on one act of kindness, to which his affection for Marianne, were humanity out of the case, would have prompted him. To Mrs. Jennings, to the Middletons, he has been long and intimately known; they equally love and respect him; and even my own knowledge of him, though lately acquired, is very considerable; and so highly do I value and esteem him, that if Marianne can be happy with him, I shall be as ready as yourself to think our connection the greatest blessing to us in the world. What answer did you give him? \u2014 Did you allow him to hope?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cHis character, however,", "context": "\u201cHis regard for her, infinitely surpassing anything that Willoughby ever felt or feigned, as much more warm, as more sincere or constant \u2014 which ever we are to call it \u2014 has subsisted through all the knowledge of dear Marianne\u2019s unhappy prepossession for that worthless young man! \u2014 and without selfishness \u2014 without encouraging a hope! \u2014 could he have seen her happy with another \u2014 Such a noble mind! \u2014 such openness, such sincerity! \u2014 no one can be deceived in him.\u201d\n\n\u201cColonel Brandon\u2019s character,\u201d said Elinor, \u201cas an excellent man, is well established.\u201d\n\n\u201cI know it is,\u201d \u2014 replied her mother seriously, \u201cor after such a warning, I should be the last to encourage such affection, or even to be pleased by it. But his coming for me as he did, with such active, such ready friendship, is enough to prove him one of the worthiest of men.\u201d\n\n\u201cHis character, however,\u201d answered Elinor, \u201cdoes not rest on one act of kindness, to which his affection for Marianne, were humanity out of the case, would have prompted him. To Mrs. Jennings, to the Middletons, he has been long and intimately known; they equally love and respect him; and even my own knowledge of him, though lately acquired, is very considerable; and so highly do I value and esteem him, that if Marianne can be happy with him, I shall be as ready as yourself to think our connection the greatest blessing to us in the world. What answer did you give him? \u2014 Did you allow him to hope?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cdoes not rest on one act of kindness, to which his affection for Marianne, were humanity out of the case, would have prompted him. To Mrs. Jennings, to the Middletons, he has been long and intimately known; they equally love and respect him; and even my own knowledge of him, though lately acquired, is very considerable; and so highly do I value and esteem him, that if Marianne can be happy with him, I shall be as ready as yourself to think our connection the greatest blessing to us in the world. What answer did you give him? \u2014 Did you allow him to hope?\u201d", "context": "\u201cColonel Brandon\u2019s character,\u201d said Elinor, \u201cas an excellent man, is well established.\u201d\n\n\u201cI know it is,\u201d \u2014 replied her mother seriously, \u201cor after such a warning, I should be the last to encourage such affection, or even to be pleased by it. But his coming for me as he did, with such active, such ready friendship, is enough to prove him one of the worthiest of men.\u201d\n\n\u201cHis character, however,\u201d answered Elinor, \u201cdoes not rest on one act of kindness, to which his affection for Marianne, were humanity out of the case, would have prompted him. To Mrs. Jennings, to the Middletons, he has been long and intimately known; they equally love and respect him; and even my own knowledge of him, though lately acquired, is very considerable; and so highly do I value and esteem him, that if Marianne can be happy with him, I shall be as ready as yourself to think our connection the greatest blessing to us in the world. What answer did you give him? \u2014 Did you allow him to hope?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh! my love, I could not then talk of hope to him or to myself. Marianne might at that moment be dying. But he did not ask for hope or encouragement. His was an involuntary confidence, an irrepressible effusion to a soothing friend, not an application to a parent. Yet after a time I did say, for at first I was quite overcome, that if she lived, as I trusted she might, my greatest happiness would lie in promoting their marriage; and since our arrival, since our delightful security, I have repeated it to him more fully, have given him every encouragement in my power. Time, a very little time, I tell him, will do everything; Marianne\u2019s heart is not to be wasted for ever on such a man as Willoughby. His own merits must soon secure it.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cOh! my love, I could not then talk of hope to him or to myself. Marianne might at that moment be dying. But he did not ask for hope or encouragement. His was an involuntary confidence, an irrepressible effusion to a soothing friend, not an application to a parent. Yet after a time I did say, for at first I was quite overcome, that if she lived, as I trusted she might, my greatest happiness would lie in promoting their marriage; and since our arrival, since our delightful security, I have repeated it to him more fully, have given him every encouragement in my power. Time, a very little time, I tell him, will do everything; Marianne\u2019s heart is not to be wasted for ever on such a man as Willoughby. His own merits must soon secure it.\u201d", "context": "\u201cdoes not rest on one act of kindness, to which his affection for Marianne, were humanity out of the case, would have prompted him. To Mrs. Jennings, to the Middletons, he has been long and intimately known; they equally love and respect him; and even my own knowledge of him, though lately acquired, is very considerable; and so highly do I value and esteem him, that if Marianne can be happy with him, I shall be as ready as yourself to think our connection the greatest blessing to us in the world. What answer did you give him? \u2014 Did you allow him to hope?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh! my love, I could not then talk of hope to him or to myself. Marianne might at that moment be dying. But he did not ask for hope or encouragement. His was an involuntary confidence, an irrepressible effusion to a soothing friend, not an application to a parent. Yet after a time I did say, for at first I was quite overcome, that if she lived, as I trusted she might, my greatest happiness would lie in promoting their marriage; and since our arrival, since our delightful security, I have repeated it to him more fully, have given him every encouragement in my power. Time, a very little time, I tell him, will do everything; Marianne\u2019s heart is not to be wasted for ever on such a man as Willoughby. His own merits must soon secure it.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo judge from the Colonel\u2019s spirits, however, you have not yet made him equally sanguine.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. He thinks Marianne\u2019s affection too deeply rooted for any change in it under a great length of time, and even supposing her heart again free, is too diffident of himself to believe, that with such a difference of age and disposition he could ever attach her. There, however, he is quite mistaken. His age is only so much beyond hers as to be an advantage, as to make his character and principles fixed; and his disposition, I am well convinced, is exactly the very one to make your sister happy. And his person, his manners too, are all in his favour. My partiality does not blind me; he certainly is not so handsome as Willoughby; but at the same time, there is something much more pleasing in his countenance. There was always a something, if you remember, in Willoughby\u2019s eyes at times, which I did not like.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cTo judge from the Colonel\u2019s spirits, however, you have not yet made him equally sanguine.\u201d", "context": "\u201cOh! my love, I could not then talk of hope to him or to myself. Marianne might at that moment be dying. But he did not ask for hope or encouragement. His was an involuntary confidence, an irrepressible effusion to a soothing friend, not an application to a parent. Yet after a time I did say, for at first I was quite overcome, that if she lived, as I trusted she might, my greatest happiness would lie in promoting their marriage; and since our arrival, since our delightful security, I have repeated it to him more fully, have given him every encouragement in my power. Time, a very little time, I tell him, will do everything; Marianne\u2019s heart is not to be wasted for ever on such a man as Willoughby. His own merits must soon secure it.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo judge from the Colonel\u2019s spirits, however, you have not yet made him equally sanguine.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. He thinks Marianne\u2019s affection too deeply rooted for any change in it under a great length of time, and even supposing her heart again free, is too diffident of himself to believe, that with such a difference of age and disposition he could ever attach her. There, however, he is quite mistaken. His age is only so much beyond hers as to be an advantage, as to make his character and principles fixed; and his disposition, I am well convinced, is exactly the very one to make your sister happy. And his person, his manners too, are all in his favour. My partiality does not blind me; he certainly is not so handsome as Willoughby; but at the same time, there is something much more pleasing in his countenance. There was always a something, if you remember, in Willoughby\u2019s eyes at times, which I did not like.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo. He thinks Marianne\u2019s affection too deeply rooted for any change in it under a great length of time, and even supposing her heart again free, is too diffident of himself to believe, that with such a difference of age and disposition he could ever attach her. There, however, he is quite mistaken. His age is only so much beyond hers as to be an advantage, as to make his character and principles fixed; and his disposition, I am well convinced, is exactly the very one to make your sister happy. And his person, his manners too, are all in his favour. My partiality does not blind me; he certainly is not so handsome as Willoughby; but at the same time, there is something much more pleasing in his countenance. There was always a something, if you remember, in Willoughby\u2019s eyes at times, which I did not like.\u201d", "context": "\u201cOh! my love, I could not then talk of hope to him or to myself. Marianne might at that moment be dying. But he did not ask for hope or encouragement. His was an involuntary confidence, an irrepressible effusion to a soothing friend, not an application to a parent. Yet after a time I did say, for at first I was quite overcome, that if she lived, as I trusted she might, my greatest happiness would lie in promoting their marriage; and since our arrival, since our delightful security, I have repeated it to him more fully, have given him every encouragement in my power. Time, a very little time, I tell him, will do everything; Marianne\u2019s heart is not to be wasted for ever on such a man as Willoughby. His own merits must soon secure it.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo judge from the Colonel\u2019s spirits, however, you have not yet made him equally sanguine.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. He thinks Marianne\u2019s affection too deeply rooted for any change in it under a great length of time, and even supposing her heart again free, is too diffident of himself to believe, that with such a difference of age and disposition he could ever attach her. There, however, he is quite mistaken. His age is only so much beyond hers as to be an advantage, as to make his character and principles fixed; and his disposition, I am well convinced, is exactly the very one to make your sister happy. And his person, his manners too, are all in his favour. My partiality does not blind me; he certainly is not so handsome as Willoughby; but at the same time, there is something much more pleasing in his countenance. There was always a something, if you remember, in Willoughby\u2019s eyes at times, which I did not like.\u201d\n\nElinor could not remember it; but her mother, without waiting for her assent, continued,\n\n\u201cAnd his manners, the Colonel\u2019s manners are not only more pleasing to me than Willoughby\u2019s ever were, but they are of a kind I well know to be more solidly attaching to Marianne. Their gentleness, their genuine attention to other people, and their manly unstudied simplicity is much more accordant with her real disposition, than the liveliness, often artificial, and often ill-timed of the other. I am very sure myself, that had Willoughby turned out as really amiable, as he has proved himself the contrary, Marianne would yet never have been so happy with him as she will be with Colonel Brandon.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd his manners, the Colonel\u2019s manners are not only more pleasing to me than Willoughby\u2019s ever were, but they are of a kind I well know to be more solidly attaching to Marianne. Their gentleness, their genuine attention to other people, and their manly unstudied simplicity is much more accordant with her real disposition, than the liveliness, often artificial, and often ill-timed of the other. I am very sure myself, that had Willoughby turned out as really amiable, as he has proved himself the contrary, Marianne would yet never have been so happy with him as she will be with Colonel Brandon.\u201d", "context": "\u201cNo. He thinks Marianne\u2019s affection too deeply rooted for any change in it under a great length of time, and even supposing her heart again free, is too diffident of himself to believe, that with such a difference of age and disposition he could ever attach her. There, however, he is quite mistaken. His age is only so much beyond hers as to be an advantage, as to make his character and principles fixed; and his disposition, I am well convinced, is exactly the very one to make your sister happy. And his person, his manners too, are all in his favour. My partiality does not blind me; he certainly is not so handsome as Willoughby; but at the same time, there is something much more pleasing in his countenance. There was always a something, if you remember, in Willoughby\u2019s eyes at times, which I did not like.\u201d\n\nElinor could not remember it; but her mother, without waiting for her assent, continued,\n\n\u201cAnd his manners, the Colonel\u2019s manners are not only more pleasing to me than Willoughby\u2019s ever were, but they are of a kind I well know to be more solidly attaching to Marianne. Their gentleness, their genuine attention to other people, and their manly unstudied simplicity is much more accordant with her real disposition, than the liveliness, often artificial, and often ill-timed of the other. I am very sure myself, that had Willoughby turned out as really amiable, as he has proved himself the contrary, Marianne would yet never have been so happy with him as she will be with Colonel Brandon.\u201d\n\nShe paused. \u2014 Her daughter could not quite agree with her, but her dissent was not heard, and therefore gave no offence.\n\n\u201cAt Delaford, she will be within an easy distance of me,\u201d added Mrs. Dashwood, \u201ceven if I remain at Barton; and in all probability, \u2014 for I hear it is a large village, \u2014 indeed there certainly must be some small house or cottage close by, that would suit us quite as well as our present situation.\u201d\n\nPoor Elinor! \u2014 here was a new scheme for getting her to Delaford! \u2014 but her spirit was stubborn."}, {"quote": "\u201cAt Delaford, she will be within an easy distance of me,", "context": "\u201cAnd his manners, the Colonel\u2019s manners are not only more pleasing to me than Willoughby\u2019s ever were, but they are of a kind I well know to be more solidly attaching to Marianne. Their gentleness, their genuine attention to other people, and their manly unstudied simplicity is much more accordant with her real disposition, than the liveliness, often artificial, and often ill-timed of the other. I am very sure myself, that had Willoughby turned out as really amiable, as he has proved himself the contrary, Marianne would yet never have been so happy with him as she will be with Colonel Brandon.\u201d\n\nShe paused. \u2014 Her daughter could not quite agree with her, but her dissent was not heard, and therefore gave no offence.\n\n\u201cAt Delaford, she will be within an easy distance of me,\u201d added Mrs. Dashwood, \u201ceven if I remain at Barton; and in all probability, \u2014 for I hear it is a large village, \u2014 indeed there certainly must be some small house or cottage close by, that would suit us quite as well as our present situation.\u201d\n\nPoor Elinor! \u2014 here was a new scheme for getting her to Delaford! \u2014 but her spirit was stubborn.\n\n\u201cHis fortune too! \u2014 for at my time of life you know, everybody cares about that; \u2014 and though I neither know nor desire to know, what it really is, I am sure it must be a good one.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201ceven if I remain at Barton; and in all probability, \u2014 for I hear it is a large village, \u2014 indeed there certainly must be some small house or cottage close by, that would suit us quite as well as our present situation.\u201d", "context": "\u201cAnd his manners, the Colonel\u2019s manners are not only more pleasing to me than Willoughby\u2019s ever were, but they are of a kind I well know to be more solidly attaching to Marianne. Their gentleness, their genuine attention to other people, and their manly unstudied simplicity is much more accordant with her real disposition, than the liveliness, often artificial, and often ill-timed of the other. I am very sure myself, that had Willoughby turned out as really amiable, as he has proved himself the contrary, Marianne would yet never have been so happy with him as she will be with Colonel Brandon.\u201d\n\nShe paused. \u2014 Her daughter could not quite agree with her, but her dissent was not heard, and therefore gave no offence.\n\n\u201cAt Delaford, she will be within an easy distance of me,\u201d added Mrs. Dashwood, \u201ceven if I remain at Barton; and in all probability, \u2014 for I hear it is a large village, \u2014 indeed there certainly must be some small house or cottage close by, that would suit us quite as well as our present situation.\u201d\n\nPoor Elinor! \u2014 here was a new scheme for getting her to Delaford! \u2014 but her spirit was stubborn.\n\n\u201cHis fortune too! \u2014 for at my time of life you know, everybody cares about that; \u2014 and though I neither know nor desire to know, what it really is, I am sure it must be a good one.\u201d\n\nHere they were interrupted by the entrance of a third person, and Elinor withdrew to think it all over in private, to wish success to her friend, and yet in wishing it, to feel a pang for Willoughby."}, {"quote": "\u201cHis fortune too! \u2014 for at my time of life you know, everybody cares about that; \u2014 and though I neither know nor desire to know, what it really is, I am sure it must be a good one.\u201d", "context": "She paused. \u2014 Her daughter could not quite agree with her, but her dissent was not heard, and therefore gave no offence.\n\n\u201cAt Delaford, she will be within an easy distance of me,\u201d added Mrs. Dashwood, \u201ceven if I remain at Barton; and in all probability, \u2014 for I hear it is a large village, \u2014 indeed there certainly must be some small house or cottage close by, that would suit us quite as well as our present situation.\u201d\n\nPoor Elinor! \u2014 here was a new scheme for getting her to Delaford! \u2014 but her spirit was stubborn.\n\n\u201cHis fortune too! \u2014 for at my time of life you know, everybody cares about that; \u2014 and though I neither know nor desire to know, what it really is, I am sure it must be a good one.\u201d\n\nHere they were interrupted by the entrance of a third person, and Elinor withdrew to think it all over in private, to wish success to her friend, and yet in wishing it, to feel a pang for Willoughby.\n\nCHAPTER XLVI.\n\nMarianne\u2019s illness, though weakening in its kind, had not been long enough to make her recovery slow; and with youth, natural strength, and her mother\u2019s presence in aid, it proceeded so smoothly as to enable her to remove, within four days after the arrival of the latter, into Mrs. Palmer\u2019s dressing-room. When there, at her own particular request, for she was impatient to pour forth her thanks to him for fetching her mother, Colonel Brandon was invited to visit her."}, {"quote": "\"No words of mine will repay you.", "context": "The task before him, too, gave him no small anxiety. The directions in the letter were plain enough, but not so the intention of Mrs. Goodwyn-Sandys. Did she mean him to elope with her? He did not care to face the question. The Admiral, though an indulgent father, was not extravagant; and Sam had but seven-and-sixpence in his pocket. This was an excellent sum for long whist at threepenny points, but would hardly defray the cost of an elopement. Besides, he did not want to elope.\n\n\"No words of mine will repay you.\" Now he came to consider, these words wore an awkward look. Good Heavens! he had a mind to drop the portmanteau and run home. What had he done to be tempted so? And why had these people ever come to Troy?\n\nAh! Sam, that was the question we should have asked ourselves months ago. Some time before, at a concert in the Town Hall, I remember that Mr. Moggridge sang the line -- \n\n\"Too late the balm when the heart is broke!\""}, {"quote": "\"Too late the balm when the heart is broke!\"", "context": "\"No words of mine will repay you.\" Now he came to consider, these words wore an awkward look. Good Heavens! he had a mind to drop the portmanteau and run home. What had he done to be tempted so? And why had these people ever come to Troy?\n\nAh! Sam, that was the question we should have asked ourselves months ago. Some time before, at a concert in the Town Hall, I remember that Mr. Moggridge sang the line -- \n\n\"Too late the balm when the heart is broke!\"\n\nAnd a Trojan voice at the back assented -- \n\n\"A durn sight.\"\n\nWhy had we been denied that perspicacity now?\n\nSo with a heavy burden, and heavier conscience (both of Mrs. Goodwyn-Sandys' packing), he trudged forward, kicking up clouds of dust that sparkled in the moonlight. Presently the ascent grew more gradual, the hedges lower, and over their tops he could feel the upland air breathing coolly from the sea. And now the sign-post hove in sight, and the cross-roads stretching whitely into distance."}, {"quote": "\"I have been so afraid. Have you got it?\"", "context": "Yes, there was no doubt. It was the sound of horses. Sam caught up the portmanteau, and stared down the highway. For a full minute he listened to the advancing clatter, and presently, around an angle of the road, a chaise and pair broke into view, and came up at a gallop.\n\nSam advanced a step or two; a white handkerchief was thrust out at the window, and the driver pulled up suddenly. Then the face of Mrs. Goodwyn-Sandys looked anxiously out.\n\n\"Ah! you are there,\" she exclaimed with a little cry of relief. \"I have been so afraid. Have you got it?\"\n\nIn the moonlight, and that pretty air of timidity on her face, she was more ravishing than ever. Her voice called as a siren's; her eyes drew Sam irresistibly. In a second all his fears, doubts, scruples, were flung to the winds. He held up the portmanteau, and advanced to the carriage door.\n\n\"Here it is. Geraldine -- \"\n\n\"Oh! thanks, thanks. How can I show my thanks?\"\n\nThe perfume of her hair floated out upon the night with the music of her tone until they both fairly intoxicated him."}, {"quote": "\"Oh! thanks, thanks. How can I show my thanks?\"", "context": "\"Ah! you are there,\" she exclaimed with a little cry of relief. \"I have been so afraid. Have you got it?\"\n\nIn the moonlight, and that pretty air of timidity on her face, she was more ravishing than ever. Her voice called as a siren's; her eyes drew Sam irresistibly. In a second all his fears, doubts, scruples, were flung to the winds. He held up the portmanteau, and advanced to the carriage door.\n\n\"Here it is. Geraldine -- \"\n\n\"Oh! thanks, thanks. How can I show my thanks?\"\n\nThe perfume of her hair floated out upon the night with the music of her tone until they both fairly intoxicated him.\n\nHe opened the door of the chaise.\n\n\"Where shall I stow it?\" he asked.\n\n\"Here, opposite me; be very careful of it.\"\n\nIn the darkness he saw a huge bundle of rugs piled by Geraldine's side.\n\n\"Where am I to sit?\" he asked, as he bestowed the portmanteau carefully.\n\nHe looked up into her face. The loveliest smile rested on him, for one instant, from those incomparable eyes. She did not answer, but held out her hand with the grace of a maiden confessing her first passion. He seized the ungloved fingers, and kissed them."}, {"quote": "\"Where shall I stow it?", "context": "In the moonlight, and that pretty air of timidity on her face, she was more ravishing than ever. Her voice called as a siren's; her eyes drew Sam irresistibly. In a second all his fears, doubts, scruples, were flung to the winds. He held up the portmanteau, and advanced to the carriage door.\n\n\"Here it is. Geraldine -- \"\n\n\"Oh! thanks, thanks. How can I show my thanks?\"\n\nThe perfume of her hair floated out upon the night with the music of her tone until they both fairly intoxicated him.\n\nHe opened the door of the chaise.\n\n\"Where shall I stow it?\" he asked.\n\n\"Here, opposite me; be very careful of it.\"\n\nIn the darkness he saw a huge bundle of rugs piled by Geraldine's side.\n\n\"Where am I to sit?\" he asked, as he bestowed the portmanteau carefully.\n\nHe looked up into her face. The loveliest smile rested on him, for one instant, from those incomparable eyes. She did not answer, but held out her hand with the grace of a maiden confessing her first passion. He seized the ungloved fingers, and kissed them."}, {"quote": "\"Here, opposite me; be very careful of it.\"", "context": "In the moonlight, and that pretty air of timidity on her face, she was more ravishing than ever. Her voice called as a siren's; her eyes drew Sam irresistibly. In a second all his fears, doubts, scruples, were flung to the winds. He held up the portmanteau, and advanced to the carriage door.\n\n\"Here it is. Geraldine -- \"\n\n\"Oh! thanks, thanks. How can I show my thanks?\"\n\nThe perfume of her hair floated out upon the night with the music of her tone until they both fairly intoxicated him.\n\nHe opened the door of the chaise.\n\n\"Where shall I stow it?\" he asked.\n\n\"Here, opposite me; be very careful of it.\"\n\nIn the darkness he saw a huge bundle of rugs piled by Geraldine's side.\n\n\"Where am I to sit?\" he asked, as he bestowed the portmanteau carefully.\n\nHe looked up into her face. The loveliest smile rested on him, for one instant, from those incomparable eyes. She did not answer, but held out her hand with the grace of a maiden confessing her first passion. He seized the ungloved fingers, and kissed them.\n\n\"Geraldine!\""}, {"quote": "\"Let me be criminal, but never weak; For weaklings wear the stunted form of sin Without its brave apparel", "context": "There was a patch of turf, now heavy with dew, beside the sign-post. Upon this he sat down, and with his elbows on his knees, and head between his hands, strove to still the giddy whirl in his brain. And as his folly and its bitterness found him out, the poor fool rocked himself, and cursed the day when he was born. If any one yet doubt that Mr. Moggridge was an inspired singer, let him turn to that sublime aspiration in Sophronia: a Tragedy -- \n\n\"Let me be criminal, but never weak; For weaklings wear the stunted form of sin Without its brave apparel\" -- \n\nand considered Sam Buzza as he writhed beneath the sign-post.\n\nPat, pat, pat!\n\nIt was the muffled sound of footsteps on the dusty road. He looked up. A dark figure, the figure of a woman, was approaching. Its air of timorous alertness, and its tendency to seek the shadow of the hedge-row, gave him some confidence. He arose, and stepped forward into the broad moonlight.\n\nThe woman gave a short gasp and came to a halt, shrinking back against the hedge. Something in her outline struck sharply on Sam's sense, though with a flash of doubt and wonder. She carried a small handbag, and wore a thick veil over her face."}, {"quote": "\"Oh! Sam, Sam, don't betray me! I'll go back -- indeed I'll go back!\"", "context": "The woman gave a short gasp and came to a halt, shrinking back against the hedge. Something in her outline struck sharply on Sam's sense, though with a flash of doubt and wonder. She carried a small handbag, and wore a thick veil over her face.\n\n\"Who are you?\" he asked gently. \"Don't be afraid.\"\n\nThe woman made no answer -- only cowered more closely against the hedge; and he heard her breath coming hard and fast. Once more -- and for the third time that night -- Sam pulled the slide of his lantern.\n\n\"Mother!\"\n\n\"Oh! Sam, Sam, don't betray me! I'll go back -- indeed I'll go back!\"\n\n\"In Heaven's name, mother, what are you doing here?\"\n\nThe retort was obvious, but Mrs. Buzza merely cried -- \n\n\"Dear Sam, have pity on me, and take me back! I'll go quietly -- quite quietly.\"\n\nThe idea of his mother (who weighed eighteen stone if an ounce) resisting with kicks and struggles might have caused Sam some amusement, but his brain was overcrowded already.\n\n\"It's a judgment,\" she went on incoherently, wringing her hands;"}, {"quote": "\"In Heaven's name, mother, what are you doing here?\"", "context": "The woman gave a short gasp and came to a halt, shrinking back against the hedge. Something in her outline struck sharply on Sam's sense, though with a flash of doubt and wonder. She carried a small handbag, and wore a thick veil over her face.\n\n\"Who are you?\" he asked gently. \"Don't be afraid.\"\n\nThe woman made no answer -- only cowered more closely against the hedge; and he heard her breath coming hard and fast. Once more -- and for the third time that night -- Sam pulled the slide of his lantern.\n\n\"Mother!\"\n\n\"Oh! Sam, Sam, don't betray me! I'll go back -- indeed I'll go back!\"\n\n\"In Heaven's name, mother, what are you doing here?\"\n\nThe retort was obvious, but Mrs. Buzza merely cried -- \n\n\"Dear Sam, have pity on me, and take me back! I'll go quietly -- quite quietly.\"\n\nThe idea of his mother (who weighed eighteen stone if an ounce) resisting with kicks and struggles might have caused Sam some amusement, but his brain was overcrowded already.\n\n\"It's a judgment,\" she went on incoherently, wringing her hands; \"and I thought I had planned it so cleverly. I dressed up his double-bass, Sam, and put it in the bed -- oh! I am a wicked woman -- and pinned a note to the pin-cushion to say he had driven me to it, throwing the breakfast things over the quay-door -- real Worcester, Sam, and marked at the bottom of each piece; and a carriage from the Five Lanes Hotel to meet me at twelve o'clock; but I'd rather go home, Sam; I've been longing, all the way, to go back; it's been haunting me, that double-bass, all the time -- with my nightcap, too -- the one with real lace -- on the head of it. Oh! take me home, Sam. I'm a wicked woman!\""}, {"quote": "\"Dear Sam, have pity on me, and take me back! I'll go quietly -- quite quietly.\"", "context": "\"Who are you?\" he asked gently. \"Don't be afraid.\"\n\nThe woman made no answer -- only cowered more closely against the hedge; and he heard her breath coming hard and fast. Once more -- and for the third time that night -- Sam pulled the slide of his lantern.\n\n\"Mother!\"\n\n\"Oh! Sam, Sam, don't betray me! I'll go back -- indeed I'll go back!\"\n\n\"In Heaven's name, mother, what are you doing here?\"\n\nThe retort was obvious, but Mrs. Buzza merely cried -- \n\n\"Dear Sam, have pity on me, and take me back! I'll go quietly -- quite quietly.\"\n\nThe idea of his mother (who weighed eighteen stone if an ounce) resisting with kicks and struggles might have caused Sam some amusement, but his brain was overcrowded already.\n\n\"It's a judgment,\" she went on incoherently, wringing her hands; \"and I thought I had planned it so cleverly. I dressed up his double-bass, Sam, and put it in the bed -- oh! I am a wicked woman -- and pinned a note to the pin-cushion to say he had driven me to it, throwing the breakfast things over the quay-door -- real Worcester, Sam, and marked at the bottom of each piece; and a carriage from the Five Lanes Hotel to meet me at twelve o'clock; but I'd rather go home, Sam; I've been longing, all the way, to go back; it's been haunting me, that double-bass, all the time -- with my nightcap, too -- the one with real lace -- on the head of it. Oh! take me home, Sam. I'm a wicked woman!\""}, {"quote": "\"It's a judgment,", "context": "\"Oh! Sam, Sam, don't betray me! I'll go back -- indeed I'll go back!\"\n\n\"In Heaven's name, mother, what are you doing here?\"\n\nThe retort was obvious, but Mrs. Buzza merely cried -- \n\n\"Dear Sam, have pity on me, and take me back! I'll go quietly -- quite quietly.\"\n\nThe idea of his mother (who weighed eighteen stone if an ounce) resisting with kicks and struggles might have caused Sam some amusement, but his brain was overcrowded already.\n\n\"It's a judgment,\" she went on incoherently, wringing her hands; \"and I thought I had planned it so cleverly. I dressed up his double-bass, Sam, and put it in the bed -- oh! I am a wicked woman -- and pinned a note to the pin-cushion to say he had driven me to it, throwing the breakfast things over the quay-door -- real Worcester, Sam, and marked at the bottom of each piece; and a carriage from the Five Lanes Hotel to meet me at twelve o'clock; but I'd rather go home, Sam; I've been longing, all the way, to go back; it's been haunting me, that double-bass, all the time -- with my nightcap, too -- the one with real lace -- on the head of it. Oh! take me home, Sam. I'm a wicked woman!\""}, {"quote": "\"and I thought I had planned it so cleverly. I dressed up his double-bass, Sam, and put it in the bed -- oh! I am a wicked woman -- and pinned a note to the pin-cushion to say he had driven me to it, throwing the breakfast things over the quay-door -- real Worcester, Sam, and marked at the bottom of each piece; and a carriage from the Five Lanes Hotel to meet me at twelve o'clock; but I'd rather go home, Sam; I've been longing, all the way, to go back; it's been haunting me, that double-bass, all the time -- with my nightcap, too -- the one with real lace -- on the head of it. Oh! take me home, Sam. I'm a wicked woman!\"", "context": "\"In Heaven's name, mother, what are you doing here?\"\n\nThe retort was obvious, but Mrs. Buzza merely cried -- \n\n\"Dear Sam, have pity on me, and take me back! I'll go quietly -- quite quietly.\"\n\nThe idea of his mother (who weighed eighteen stone if an ounce) resisting with kicks and struggles might have caused Sam some amusement, but his brain was overcrowded already.\n\n\"It's a judgment,\" she went on incoherently, wringing her hands; \"and I thought I had planned it so cleverly. I dressed up his double-bass, Sam, and put it in the bed -- oh! I am a wicked woman -- and pinned a note to the pin-cushion to say he had driven me to it, throwing the breakfast things over the quay-door -- real Worcester, Sam, and marked at the bottom of each piece; and a carriage from the Five Lanes Hotel to meet me at twelve o'clock; but I'd rather go home, Sam; I've been longing, all the way, to go back; it's been haunting me, that double-bass, all the time -- with my nightcap, too -- the one with real lace -- on the head of it. Oh! take me home, Sam. I'm a wicked woman!\"\n\nSam, after all, was a Trojan, and I therefore like to record his graces. He drew his mother's arm within his with much tenderness, kissed her, and began to lead her homewards quietly and without question.\n\nBut the poor soul could not be silent; and so, very soon, the whole story came out. At the mention of Mrs. Goodwyn-Sandys Sam shut his teeth sharply.\n\n\"I shall never be able to face her, Sam.\"\n\n\"I don't think you need trouble about that, mother"}, {"quote": "\"I shall never be able to face her, Sam.\"", "context": "\"and I thought I had planned it so cleverly. I dressed up his double-bass, Sam, and put it in the bed -- oh! I am a wicked woman -- and pinned a note to the pin-cushion to say he had driven me to it, throwing the breakfast things over the quay-door -- real Worcester, Sam, and marked at the bottom of each piece; and a carriage from the Five Lanes Hotel to meet me at twelve o'clock; but I'd rather go home, Sam; I've been longing, all the way, to go back; it's been haunting me, that double-bass, all the time -- with my nightcap, too -- the one with real lace -- on the head of it. Oh! take me home, Sam. I'm a wicked woman!\"\n\nSam, after all, was a Trojan, and I therefore like to record his graces. He drew his mother's arm within his with much tenderness, kissed her, and began to lead her homewards quietly and without question.\n\nBut the poor soul could not be silent; and so, very soon, the whole story came out. At the mention of Mrs. Goodwyn-Sandys Sam shut his teeth sharply.\n\n\"I shall never be able to face her, Sam.\"\n\n\"I don't think you need trouble about that, mother,\" he answered grimly.\n\n\"But I do. It was she -- \"\n\nBut at this moment, from the hedge, a few yards in front, there issued a hollow groan.\n\nThey halted, and questioned each other with frightened eyes.\n\n\"Geraldine!\" wailed the voice. \"Cruel, perjured Geraldine!\"\n\n\"It was going on just like this,\" whispered Mrs. Buzza, \"when I came along. I shut my eyes, and ran past as hard as I could; but my head was so full of voices and cries that I didn't know if 'twas real or only my fancy.\""}, {"quote": "\"I don't think you need trouble about that, mother,", "context": "\"and I thought I had planned it so cleverly. I dressed up his double-bass, Sam, and put it in the bed -- oh! I am a wicked woman -- and pinned a note to the pin-cushion to say he had driven me to it, throwing the breakfast things over the quay-door -- real Worcester, Sam, and marked at the bottom of each piece; and a carriage from the Five Lanes Hotel to meet me at twelve o'clock; but I'd rather go home, Sam; I've been longing, all the way, to go back; it's been haunting me, that double-bass, all the time -- with my nightcap, too -- the one with real lace -- on the head of it. Oh! take me home, Sam. I'm a wicked woman!\"\n\nSam, after all, was a Trojan, and I therefore like to record his graces. He drew his mother's arm within his with much tenderness, kissed her, and began to lead her homewards quietly and without question.\n\nBut the poor soul could not be silent; and so, very soon, the whole story came out. At the mention of Mrs. Goodwyn-Sandys Sam shut his teeth sharply.\n\n\"I shall never be able to face her, Sam.\"\n\n\"I don't think you need trouble about that, mother,\" he answered grimly.\n\n\"But I do. It was she -- \"\n\nBut at this moment, from the hedge, a few yards in front, there issued a hollow groan.\n\nThey halted, and questioned each other with frightened eyes.\n\n\"Geraldine!\" wailed the voice. \"Cruel, perjured Geraldine!\"\n\n\"It was going on just like this,\" whispered Mrs. Buzza, \"when I came along. I shut my eyes, and ran past as hard as I could; but my head was so full of voices and cries that I didn't know if 'twas real or only my fancy.\""}, {"quote": "\"Cruel, perjured Geraldine!\"", "context": "But the poor soul could not be silent; and so, very soon, the whole story came out. At the mention of Mrs. Goodwyn-Sandys Sam shut his teeth sharply.\n\n\"I shall never be able to face her, Sam.\"\n\n\"I don't think you need trouble about that, mother,\" he answered grimly.\n\n\"But I do. It was she -- \"\n\nBut at this moment, from the hedge, a few yards in front, there issued a hollow groan.\n\nThey halted, and questioned each other with frightened eyes.\n\n\"Geraldine!\" wailed the voice. \"Cruel, perjured Geraldine!\"\n\n\"It was going on just like this,\" whispered Mrs. Buzza, \"when I came along. I shut my eyes, and ran past as hard as I could; but my head was so full of voices and cries that I didn't know if 'twas real or only my fancy.\"\n\n\"Geraldine!\" continued the voice. \"Oh! dig my grave -- my shroud prepare; for she was false as she was fair. Geraldine, my Geraldine!\"\n\n\"Moggridge, by all that's holy"}, {"quote": "\"It was going on just like this,", "context": "But the poor soul could not be silent; and so, very soon, the whole story came out. At the mention of Mrs. Goodwyn-Sandys Sam shut his teeth sharply.\n\n\"I shall never be able to face her, Sam.\"\n\n\"I don't think you need trouble about that, mother,\" he answered grimly.\n\n\"But I do. It was she -- \"\n\nBut at this moment, from the hedge, a few yards in front, there issued a hollow groan.\n\nThey halted, and questioned each other with frightened eyes.\n\n\"Geraldine!\" wailed the voice. \"Cruel, perjured Geraldine!\"\n\n\"It was going on just like this,\" whispered Mrs. Buzza, \"when I came along. I shut my eyes, and ran past as hard as I could; but my head was so full of voices and cries that I didn't know if 'twas real or only my fancy.\"\n\n\"Geraldine!\" continued the voice. \"Oh! dig my grave -- my shroud prepare; for she was false as she was fair. Geraldine, my Geraldine!\"\n\n\"Moggridge, by all that's holy!\" cried Sam."}, {"quote": "\"when I came along. I shut my eyes, and ran past as hard as I could; but my head was so full of voices and cries that I didn't know if 'twas real or only my fancy.\"", "context": "\"I shall never be able to face her, Sam.\"\n\n\"I don't think you need trouble about that, mother,\" he answered grimly.\n\n\"But I do. It was she -- \"\n\nBut at this moment, from the hedge, a few yards in front, there issued a hollow groan.\n\nThey halted, and questioned each other with frightened eyes.\n\n\"Geraldine!\" wailed the voice. \"Cruel, perjured Geraldine!\"\n\n\"It was going on just like this,\" whispered Mrs. Buzza, \"when I came along. I shut my eyes, and ran past as hard as I could; but my head was so full of voices and cries that I didn't know if 'twas real or only my fancy.\"\n\n\"Geraldine!\" continued the voice. \"Oh! dig my grave -- my shroud prepare; for she was false as she was fair. Geraldine, my Geraldine!\"\n\n\"Moggridge, by all that's holy!\" cried Sam.\n\nIt was even so. They advanced a few yards, and to the right of the road, beside a gate, they saw him. The poet reclined limply against the hedge, and with his head propped upon a carpet-bag gazed dolefully into the moon's face."}, {"quote": "\"Oh! dig my grave -- my shroud prepare; for she was false as she was fair. Geraldine, my Geraldine!\"", "context": "But at this moment, from the hedge, a few yards in front, there issued a hollow groan.\n\nThey halted, and questioned each other with frightened eyes.\n\n\"Geraldine!\" wailed the voice. \"Cruel, perjured Geraldine!\"\n\n\"It was going on just like this,\" whispered Mrs. Buzza, \"when I came along. I shut my eyes, and ran past as hard as I could; but my head was so full of voices and cries that I didn't know if 'twas real or only my fancy.\"\n\n\"Geraldine!\" continued the voice. \"Oh! dig my grave -- my shroud prepare; for she was false as she was fair. Geraldine, my Geraldine!\"\n\n\"Moggridge, by all that's holy!\" cried Sam.\n\nIt was even so. They advanced a few yards, and to the right of the road, beside a gate, they saw him. The poet reclined limply against the hedge, and with his head propped upon a carpet-bag gazed dolefully into the moon's face.\n\n\"Thou bid'st me,\" he began again, \"thou bid'st me think no more about thee; but, tell me, what is life without thee? A scentless flower, a blighted -- \""}, {"quote": "\"Moggridge, by all that's holy!", "context": "\"Cruel, perjured Geraldine!\"\n\n\"It was going on just like this,\" whispered Mrs. Buzza, \"when I came along. I shut my eyes, and ran past as hard as I could; but my head was so full of voices and cries that I didn't know if 'twas real or only my fancy.\"\n\n\"Geraldine!\" continued the voice. \"Oh! dig my grave -- my shroud prepare; for she was false as she was fair. Geraldine, my Geraldine!\"\n\n\"Moggridge, by all that's holy!\" cried Sam.\n\nIt was even so. They advanced a few yards, and to the right of the road, beside a gate, they saw him. The poet reclined limply against the hedge, and with his head propped upon a carpet-bag gazed dolefully into the moon's face.\n\n\"Thou bid'st me,\" he began again, \"thou bid'st me think no more about thee; but, tell me, what is life without thee? A scentless flower, a blighted -- \""}, {"quote": "\"Did you ever see anything more lovely?\"", "context": "Sam paused. They had reached the brow of the steeper descent, where the road takes a sudden determination, and plunges abruptly into the valley, Below, the roofs of the little town lay white and sparkling, and straight from a wreath of vapour the graceful tower of St. Symphorian leapt into the clearer heaven. Beyond, a network of lights glimmered, like fire-flies, from the vessels at anchor in the harbour. The Penpoodle Hill, on the further shore, wore a tranquil halo; and to the right, outside the harbour's mouth, the grey sea was laced with silver.\n\n\"Did you ever see anything more lovely?\"\n\nMrs. Buzza murmured the words with no desire to be answered. It was the old Trojan formula, and there was peace in the sound of it.\n\n\"Do you know,\" she cried, turning to Sam, \"we were very happy before these people came. We shall never be the same again -- never. Sam, I feel as if our innocence had ended, Oh! I am a wicked woman. Look below, Sam dear, I have never thought of it before, but how sweet it would have been to have enclosed the old town in a ring-fence, and lived our days in quiet! It is too late now; more will come, and they will build and alter, and no one will be able to stop it. Even if these people should go, it will never be the same again. Oh! I am a sinful woman.\""}, {"quote": "\"we were very happy before these people came. We shall never be the same again -- never. Sam, I feel as if our innocence had ended, Oh! I am a wicked woman. Look below, Sam dear, I have never thought of it before, but how sweet it would have been to have enclosed the old town in a ring-fence, and lived our days in quiet! It is too late now; more will come, and they will build and alter, and no one will be able to stop it. Even if these people should go, it will never be the same again. Oh! I am a sinful woman.\"", "context": "Sam paused. They had reached the brow of the steeper descent, where the road takes a sudden determination, and plunges abruptly into the valley, Below, the roofs of the little town lay white and sparkling, and straight from a wreath of vapour the graceful tower of St. Symphorian leapt into the clearer heaven. Beyond, a network of lights glimmered, like fire-flies, from the vessels at anchor in the harbour. The Penpoodle Hill, on the further shore, wore a tranquil halo; and to the right, outside the harbour's mouth, the grey sea was laced with silver.\n\n\"Did you ever see anything more lovely?\"\n\nMrs. Buzza murmured the words with no desire to be answered. It was the old Trojan formula, and there was peace in the sound of it.\n\n\"Do you know,\" she cried, turning to Sam, \"we were very happy before these people came. We shall never be the same again -- never. Sam, I feel as if our innocence had ended, Oh! I am a wicked woman. Look below, Sam dear, I have never thought of it before, but how sweet it would have been to have enclosed the old town in a ring-fence, and lived our days in quiet! It is too late now; more will come, and they will build and alter, and no one will be able to stop it. Even if these people should go, it will never be the same again. Oh! I am a sinful woman.\"\n\nSam looked at his mother. Something familiar, but hitherto half-comprehended, spoke to him in her words. He drew her arm once more within his own, and they descended the hill together.\n\nStealing like ghosts into the front hall of No. 2, Alma Villas, they were startled to perceive the dining-room door ajar, and a light shining out into the passage. Creeping forward on tip-toe, they peeped in.\n\nBeside the table and with his back towards them, sat the Admiral in his dressing-gown. His right hand grasped the throat of the double-bass, on the top of which nodded Mrs. Buzza's night-cap. His left fumbled with a large miniature that lay on the table before him -- a portrait of Mrs. Buzza, taken in the days when she was still Emily Rogers and the Belle of Portsmouth; and from this to the instrument and back again the Admiral's gaze wandered, as if painfully comparing the likeness."}, {"quote": "\"Practical joke,", "context": "Beside the table and with his back towards them, sat the Admiral in his dressing-gown. His right hand grasped the throat of the double-bass, on the top of which nodded Mrs. Buzza's night-cap. His left fumbled with a large miniature that lay on the table before him -- a portrait of Mrs. Buzza, taken in the days when she was still Emily Rogers and the Belle of Portsmouth; and from this to the instrument and back again the Admiral's gaze wandered, as if painfully comparing the likeness.\n\n[Illustration: With his back towards them sat the Admiral.]\n\n\"Hornaby!\" This was the Admiral's Christian name.\n\n\"Emily!\"\n\nHe turned and stared at her stupidly. The look was pitiful. She flung herself before him.\n\n\"Forgive me, Hornaby! I never thought -- I mean, it was all a -- \"\n\n\"Practical joke,\" suggested Sam.\n\n\"No, no. I meant to go, but I have come back. Hornaby, can you forgive me?\"\n\nHe raised her up, and drew her towards him very tenderly.\n\n\"I -- I thought it had killed me,\" he muttered hoarsely. \"Emily, I have treated you badly.\"\n\nSam discreetly withdrew.\n\nCHAPTER XXI.\n\nTHAT A VERY LITTLE TEA MAY SUFFICE TO ELEVATE A MAN.\n\nNext morning Mr. Fogo was aroused from sleep by the rattle of breakfast-cups, and the voice of Caleb singing below -- "}, {"quote": "\"No, no. I meant to go, but I have come back. Hornaby, can you forgive me?\"", "context": "Beside the table and with his back towards them, sat the Admiral in his dressing-gown. His right hand grasped the throat of the double-bass, on the top of which nodded Mrs. Buzza's night-cap. His left fumbled with a large miniature that lay on the table before him -- a portrait of Mrs. Buzza, taken in the days when she was still Emily Rogers and the Belle of Portsmouth; and from this to the instrument and back again the Admiral's gaze wandered, as if painfully comparing the likeness.\n\n[Illustration: With his back towards them sat the Admiral.]\n\n\"Hornaby!\" This was the Admiral's Christian name.\n\n\"Emily!\"\n\nHe turned and stared at her stupidly. The look was pitiful. She flung herself before him.\n\n\"Forgive me, Hornaby! I never thought -- I mean, it was all a -- \"\n\n\"Practical joke,\" suggested Sam.\n\n\"No, no. I meant to go, but I have come back. Hornaby, can you forgive me?\"\n\nHe raised her up, and drew her towards him very tenderly.\n\n\"I -- I thought it had killed me,\" he muttered hoarsely. \"Emily, I have treated you badly.\"\n\nSam discreetly withdrew.\n\nCHAPTER XXI.\n\nTHAT A VERY LITTLE TEA MAY SUFFICE TO ELEVATE A MAN.\n\nNext morning Mr. Fogo was aroused from sleep by the rattle of breakfast-cups, and the voice of Caleb singing below -- \n\n\"O, Amble es a fine town, wi' ships in the bay, An' I wish wi' my heart I was on'y there to-day; I wish wi' my heart I was far away from here, A-sittin' in my parlour, an' a-talkin' to my dear.\""}, {"quote": "\"I -- I thought it had killed me,", "context": "\"Hornaby!\" This was the Admiral's Christian name.\n\n\"Emily!\"\n\nHe turned and stared at her stupidly. The look was pitiful. She flung herself before him.\n\n\"Forgive me, Hornaby! I never thought -- I mean, it was all a -- \"\n\n\"Practical joke,\" suggested Sam.\n\n\"No, no. I meant to go, but I have come back. Hornaby, can you forgive me?\"\n\nHe raised her up, and drew her towards him very tenderly.\n\n\"I -- I thought it had killed me,\" he muttered hoarsely. \"Emily, I have treated you badly.\"\n\nSam discreetly withdrew.\n\nCHAPTER XXI.\n\nTHAT A VERY LITTLE TEA MAY SUFFICE TO ELEVATE A MAN.\n\nNext morning Mr. Fogo was aroused from sleep by the rattle of breakfast-cups, and the voice of Caleb singing below -- \n\n\"O, Amble es a fine town, wi' ships in the bay, An' I wish wi' my heart I was on'y there to-day; I wish wi' my heart I was far away from here, A-sittin' in my parlour, an' a-talkin' to my dear.\""}, {"quote": "\"but I won't tell you which way he went unless you will warm me at your heart. I am dying of cold; I shall soon be nothing but ice.", "context": "At last Night said, \" Go to the right, into the dark pine wood. I saw Death take that road with your child.\" \n\nIn the heart of the wood she came to a cross-road, and she did not know which way to go. There was a blackthorn bush just at the crossing with neither leaf nor flower on it, for it was the hard winter time, and icicles hung from the branches. \n\n\" Have you not seen Death pass by with my little child? \" \n\n\"Yes,\" said the blackthorn bush; \"but I won't tell you which way he went unless you will warm me at your heart. I am dying of cold; I shall soon be nothing but ice.\" \n\nAnd she pressed the blackthorn bush to her heart so tightly, to warm it, that the thorns ran into her flesh, and great drops of blood flowed; but fresh green leaves and flowers sprang out on the thorn bush that cold winter night, such was the warmth of a sad mother's heart, and the thorn bush told her the way to go. \n\nThen she came to a great lake, on which there were neither ships nor boats. The lake was not frozen hard enough to bear her, nor was it open or shallow enough for her to wade through it; but over it somehow she must go if she would find her child. She lay down to drink up the water, but that was of course "}, {"quote": "\"That I may not tell thee,", "context": "\" Here hast thou thine eyes back again,\" said Death; \" I fished them up out of the lake, they shone so brightly ; I did not know that they were thine. Take them back again, they are brighter than ever. Look down into the deep well close by, I will name the names of those flowers thou wast about to pluck, and thou shalt see their whole lives, and all that future thou wast about to destroy.\" \n\nAnd she looked down into the well; it was happiness to see how one of them became a blessing to the world, and to see how much joy and pleasure was unfolded around him. Then she saw the life of the other, and that life was all sorrow, sin, and misery. \" Both lives are according to the will of God! \" said Death. \" Which is the flower of misery and which of blessedness? \" \"That I may not tell thee,\" said Death; \"but I may tell thee that one of the flowers was thy own child's; it was thy child's fate thou sawest, thine own child's future.\" \n\nThen the mother shrieked in terror. \" Which was my child? tell me that ! Save the wretched one ! Save my child from all the misery! Rather carry it away! bear it into God's kingdom! Forget my tears, forget my prayers, and all that I have said! \" \n\n\" I do not understand thee! \" said Death; \" wilt thou have thy child back, or shall I take it whither thou knowest not! \" "}, {"quote": "\"but I may tell thee that one of the flowers was thy own child's; it was thy child's fate thou sawest, thine own child's future.", "context": "\" Here hast thou thine eyes back again,\" said Death; \" I fished them up out of the lake, they shone so brightly ; I did not know that they were thine. Take them back again, they are brighter than ever. Look down into the deep well close by, I will name the names of those flowers thou wast about to pluck, and thou shalt see their whole lives, and all that future thou wast about to destroy.\" \n\nAnd she looked down into the well; it was happiness to see how one of them became a blessing to the world, and to see how much joy and pleasure was unfolded around him. Then she saw the life of the other, and that life was all sorrow, sin, and misery. \" Both lives are according to the will of God! \" said Death. \" Which is the flower of misery and which of blessedness? \" \"That I may not tell thee,\" said Death; \"but I may tell thee that one of the flowers was thy own child's; it was thy child's fate thou sawest, thine own child's future.\" \n\nThen the mother shrieked in terror. \" Which was my child? tell me that ! Save the wretched one ! Save my child from all the misery! Rather carry it away! bear it into God's kingdom! Forget my tears, forget my prayers, and all that I have said! \" \n\n\" I do not understand thee! \" said Death; \" wilt thou have thy child back, or shall I take it whither thou knowest not! \" \n\nThe mother wrung her hands, fell upon her knees, and prayed to Our Father, \" Do not listen to me when I pray against thy will, which is best; do not listen, do not listen! \" And she bent her head in humble submission. "}, {"quote": "\"You could not broach a subject less interest- ing to my mother,", "context": "**But behold what is absurd!\" said Aurdlie. **You, madame, who 3LTe encore so young \u2014 so beautiful \u2014 \" \u2014 here Mrs. Herbert, who had turned to her with patient attention, could not hide an expression of wonder \u2014 **you are already a grandmother. Adrian has what you call a son and heir. It is true.\" \n\n**Yes, I am aware of that,\" said Mrs. Herbert coolly. \n\nA slight change appeared for an instant in Aurdlie's face; and she glanced for a moment gravely at her husband. He, with disgust only half concealed, said, \"You could not broach a subject less interest- ing to my mother,\" and turned away to speak to Mary. \n\n** Adrian,\" began Mrs. Herbert, who found herself unexpectedly disturbed by the implied imputation of \n\nwant of feeling: **I do not think \" Then, as he \n\nwas not attending to her, she turned to Aurdlie and said, **You really must not accept everything that Adrian says seriously. Pray tell me all about your boy \u2014 my grandson, I should say.\" \n\n**He is like you,\" said Aurdlie, trying to conceal the "}, {"quote": "\"I am not fool enough to suppose that you care what I think,", "context": "perseverance. But I think I can persevere if yon will teach me.\" \n\n** Monsieur Charles: you are \u2014 what shall I call yon? You are an ingenious infant, I think.\" \n\n**Don't make fun of me, Mrs. Herbert I'm per- fectly in ear ** Here, to his confusion, his voice \n\nbroke with emotion. \n\n**You think I am mocking you?\" she said, not seem- ing to notice the accident. \n\n\"I am not fool enough to suppose that you care what I think,\" he said bitterly, losing his self-posses- sion. **I know you won't give me the lessons. I knew it before.\" \n\n\"And wherefore then did you ask me?\" \n\n\"Because I love you,\" he replied, with symptoms of hysterical distress. \"I love you.\" \n\n\"Ah!\" said Aur^lie severely. **Do you see my husband there looking at you? And do you not know that it is very wicked to say such a thing to me? Remember, Monsieur Charles, you are quite sober now. I shall not excuse you as I did before.\" "}, {"quote": "\"And wherefore then did you ask me?", "context": "**Don't make fun of me, Mrs. Herbert I'm per- fectly in ear ** Here, to his confusion, his voice \n\nbroke with emotion. \n\n**You think I am mocking you?\" she said, not seem- ing to notice the accident. \n\n\"I am not fool enough to suppose that you care what I think,\" he said bitterly, losing his self-posses- sion. **I know you won't give me the lessons. I knew it before.\" \n\n\"And wherefore then did you ask me?\" \n\n\"Because I love you,\" he replied, with symptoms of hysterical distress. \"I love you.\" \n\n\"Ah!\" said Aur^lie severely. **Do you see my husband there looking at you? And do you not know that it is very wicked to say such a thing to me? Remember, Monsieur Charles, you are quite sober now. I shall not excuse you as I did before.\" \n\n\"I couldn't help it,\" said Charlie, half-crestfallen, half -desperate."}, {"quote": "\"Because I love you,", "context": "**Don't make fun of me, Mrs. Herbert I'm per- fectly in ear ** Here, to his confusion, his voice \n\nbroke with emotion. \n\n**You think I am mocking you?\" she said, not seem- ing to notice the accident. \n\n\"I am not fool enough to suppose that you care what I think,\" he said bitterly, losing his self-posses- sion. **I know you won't give me the lessons. I knew it before.\" \n\n\"And wherefore then did you ask me?\" \n\n\"Because I love you,\" he replied, with symptoms of hysterical distress. \"I love you.\" \n\n\"Ah!\" said Aur^lie severely. **Do you see my husband there looking at you? And do you not know that it is very wicked to say such a thing to me? Remember, Monsieur Charles, you are quite sober now. I shall not excuse you as I did before.\" \n\n\"I couldn't help it,\" said Charlie, half-crestfallen, half -desperate. \"I know it's hopeless: I felt it the moment I had said it. But I can't always act like a man of the world. I wish I had never met you"}, {"quote": "\"I know it's hopeless: I felt it the moment I had said it. But I can't always act like a man of the world. I wish I had never met you.", "context": "\"Because I love you,\" he replied, with symptoms of hysterical distress. \"I love you.\" \n\n\"Ah!\" said Aur^lie severely. **Do you see my husband there looking at you? And do you not know that it is very wicked to say such a thing to me? Remember, Monsieur Charles, you are quite sober now. I shall not excuse you as I did before.\" \n\n\"I couldn't help it,\" said Charlie, half-crestfallen, half -desperate. \"I know it's hopeless: I felt it the moment I had said it. But I can't always act like a man of the world. I wish I had never met you.\" \n\n\"And why? I like you very well when you are good. But this is already twice that you forget to be an honest gentleman. Is it not dishonorable thus to envy your friend? If Monsieur Herbert had a fine watch, would you wish to possess it? No, the thought that it was his would impeach \u2014 would hinder you to form such a wish. Well, you must look upon me as a watch of his. You must not even think such things \n\nLove Among the Artists 441 "}, {"quote": "\"Why -- Mr. Biddulph!", "context": "I could utter no word. The mystery had, I realized in that second, been increased a hundredfold.\n\nCHAPTER NINE\n\nFACE TO FACE\n\nOn opening the door of the taxi I stood amazed to find that the occupant was not a man -- but a woman.\n\nIt was Sylvia!\n\nShe started at sight of me. Her countenance blanched to the lips as she drew back and sat erect, a cry of dismay escaping her lips.\n\n\"You!\" I gasped, utterly dumbfounded.\n\n\"Why -- Mr. Biddulph!\" she cried, recovering herself in a moment and stretching forth her small gloved hand; \"fancy meeting you like this!\"\n\nWhat words I uttered I scarcely knew. This sudden transformation of the scoundrel Forbes into Sylvia Pennington held me bewildered. All I could imagine was that Sylvia must have been awaiting the man in another cab close to the bank, and that, in the course of our chase, we had confused the two taxis. Forbes had succeeded in turning away into some side street, while we had followed the cab of his companion."}, {"quote": "\"fancy meeting you like this!\"", "context": "FACE TO FACE\n\nOn opening the door of the taxi I stood amazed to find that the occupant was not a man -- but a woman.\n\nIt was Sylvia!\n\nShe started at sight of me. Her countenance blanched to the lips as she drew back and sat erect, a cry of dismay escaping her lips.\n\n\"You!\" I gasped, utterly dumbfounded.\n\n\"Why -- Mr. Biddulph!\" she cried, recovering herself in a moment and stretching forth her small gloved hand; \"fancy meeting you like this!\"\n\nWhat words I uttered I scarcely knew. This sudden transformation of the scoundrel Forbes into Sylvia Pennington held me bewildered. All I could imagine was that Sylvia must have been awaiting the man in another cab close to the bank, and that, in the course of our chase, we had confused the two taxis. Forbes had succeeded in turning away into some side street, while we had followed the cab of his companion.\n\nShe had actually awaited him in another cab while he had entered the bank and cashed the stolen cheque!"}, {"quote": "\"only yesterday I was thinking of you, and wondering whether you were in London!\"", "context": "What words I uttered I scarcely knew. This sudden transformation of the scoundrel Forbes into Sylvia Pennington held me bewildered. All I could imagine was that Sylvia must have been awaiting the man in another cab close to the bank, and that, in the course of our chase, we had confused the two taxis. Forbes had succeeded in turning away into some side street, while we had followed the cab of his companion.\n\nShe had actually awaited him in another cab while he had entered the bank and cashed the stolen cheque!\n\nMy taxi-driver, when he saw that a lady, and not a man, occupied the fugitive cab, drew back, returning to his seat.\n\n\"Do you know!\" exclaimed the girl, with wonderful calmness, \"only yesterday I was thinking of you, and wondering whether you were in London!\"\n\n\"And only yesterday, too, Miss Pennington, I also was thinking of you,\" I said meaningly.\n\nShe was dressed very quietly in dead black, which increased the fairness of her skin and hair, wearing a big black hat and black gloves. She was inexpressibly smart, from the thin gauzy veil to the tips of her tiny patent-leather shoes, with a neat waist and a figure that any woman might envy. Indeed, in her London attire she seemed even smarter than she had appeared on the terrace beside the blue Italian lake."}, {"quote": "\"And only yesterday, too, Miss Pennington, I also was thinking of you,", "context": "What words I uttered I scarcely knew. This sudden transformation of the scoundrel Forbes into Sylvia Pennington held me bewildered. All I could imagine was that Sylvia must have been awaiting the man in another cab close to the bank, and that, in the course of our chase, we had confused the two taxis. Forbes had succeeded in turning away into some side street, while we had followed the cab of his companion.\n\nShe had actually awaited him in another cab while he had entered the bank and cashed the stolen cheque!\n\nMy taxi-driver, when he saw that a lady, and not a man, occupied the fugitive cab, drew back, returning to his seat.\n\n\"Do you know!\" exclaimed the girl, with wonderful calmness, \"only yesterday I was thinking of you, and wondering whether you were in London!\"\n\n\"And only yesterday, too, Miss Pennington, I also was thinking of you,\" I said meaningly.\n\nShe was dressed very quietly in dead black, which increased the fairness of her skin and hair, wearing a big black hat and black gloves. She was inexpressibly smart, from the thin gauzy veil to the tips of her tiny patent-leather shoes, with a neat waist and a figure that any woman might envy. Indeed, in her London attire she seemed even smarter than she had appeared on the terrace beside the blue Italian lake.\n\n\"Where is your father?\" I managed to ask."}, {"quote": "\"Where is your father?", "context": "\"And only yesterday, too, Miss Pennington, I also was thinking of you,\" I said meaningly.\n\nShe was dressed very quietly in dead black, which increased the fairness of her skin and hair, wearing a big black hat and black gloves. She was inexpressibly smart, from the thin gauzy veil to the tips of her tiny patent-leather shoes, with a neat waist and a figure that any woman might envy. Indeed, in her London attire she seemed even smarter than she had appeared on the terrace beside the blue Italian lake.\n\n\"Where is your father?\" I managed to ask.\n\n\"Oh! -- well, he's away just now. He was with me in London only the other day,\" she replied. \"But, as you know, he's always travelling.\" Then she added: \"I'm going into this shop a moment. Will you wait for me? I'm so pleased to see you again, and looking so well. It seems really ages since we were at Gardone, doesn't it?\" and she smiled that old sweet smile I so well remembered."}, {"quote": "\"Oh! -- well, he's away just now. He was with me in London only the other day,", "context": "She was dressed very quietly in dead black, which increased the fairness of her skin and hair, wearing a big black hat and black gloves. She was inexpressibly smart, from the thin gauzy veil to the tips of her tiny patent-leather shoes, with a neat waist and a figure that any woman might envy. Indeed, in her London attire she seemed even smarter than she had appeared on the terrace beside the blue Italian lake.\n\n\"Where is your father?\" I managed to ask.\n\n\"Oh! -- well, he's away just now. He was with me in London only the other day,\" she replied. \"But, as you know, he's always travelling.\" Then she added: \"I'm going into this shop a moment. Will you wait for me? I'm so pleased to see you again, and looking so well. It seems really ages since we were at Gardone, doesn't it?\" and she smiled that old sweet smile I so well remembered.\n\n\"I'll wait, of course,\" I replied, and, assisting her out, I watched her pass into the big drapery establishment. Then I idled outside amid the crowd of women who were dawdling before the attractive windows, as is the feminine habit."}, {"quote": "\"But, as you know, he's always travelling.", "context": "She was dressed very quietly in dead black, which increased the fairness of her skin and hair, wearing a big black hat and black gloves. She was inexpressibly smart, from the thin gauzy veil to the tips of her tiny patent-leather shoes, with a neat waist and a figure that any woman might envy. Indeed, in her London attire she seemed even smarter than she had appeared on the terrace beside the blue Italian lake.\n\n\"Where is your father?\" I managed to ask.\n\n\"Oh! -- well, he's away just now. He was with me in London only the other day,\" she replied. \"But, as you know, he's always travelling.\" Then she added: \"I'm going into this shop a moment. Will you wait for me? I'm so pleased to see you again, and looking so well. It seems really ages since we were at Gardone, doesn't it?\" and she smiled that old sweet smile I so well remembered.\n\n\"I'll wait, of course,\" I replied, and, assisting her out, I watched her pass into the big drapery establishment. Then I idled outside amid the crowd of women who were dawdling before the attractive windows, as is the feminine habit."}, {"quote": "\"I'm going into this shop a moment. Will you wait for me? I'm so pleased to see you again, and looking so well. It seems really ages since we were at Gardone, doesn't it?", "context": "She was dressed very quietly in dead black, which increased the fairness of her skin and hair, wearing a big black hat and black gloves. She was inexpressibly smart, from the thin gauzy veil to the tips of her tiny patent-leather shoes, with a neat waist and a figure that any woman might envy. Indeed, in her London attire she seemed even smarter than she had appeared on the terrace beside the blue Italian lake.\n\n\"Where is your father?\" I managed to ask.\n\n\"Oh! -- well, he's away just now. He was with me in London only the other day,\" she replied. \"But, as you know, he's always travelling.\" Then she added: \"I'm going into this shop a moment. Will you wait for me? I'm so pleased to see you again, and looking so well. It seems really ages since we were at Gardone, doesn't it?\" and she smiled that old sweet smile I so well remembered.\n\n\"I'll wait, of course,\" I replied, and, assisting her out, I watched her pass into the big drapery establishment. Then I idled outside amid the crowd of women who were dawdling before the attractive windows, as is the feminine habit.\n\nIf it had been she who had rescued me from death and had released me, what a perfect actress she was. Her confusion had only lasted for a few seconds. Then she had welcomed me, and expressed pleasure at our re-encounter."}, {"quote": "\"I'll wait, of course,", "context": "\" I managed to ask.\n\n\"Oh! -- well, he's away just now. He was with me in London only the other day,\" she replied. \"But, as you know, he's always travelling.\" Then she added: \"I'm going into this shop a moment. Will you wait for me? I'm so pleased to see you again, and looking so well. It seems really ages since we were at Gardone, doesn't it?\" and she smiled that old sweet smile I so well remembered.\n\n\"I'll wait, of course,\" I replied, and, assisting her out, I watched her pass into the big drapery establishment. Then I idled outside amid the crowd of women who were dawdling before the attractive windows, as is the feminine habit.\n\nIf it had been she who had rescued me from death and had released me, what a perfect actress she was. Her confusion had only lasted for a few seconds. Then she had welcomed me, and expressed pleasure at our re-encounter.\n\nI recollected the bow of ribbon-velvet which reposed in my pocket, and the Indian bangle I had found. I remembered, too, those agonized, terrified cries in the night -- and all the mysteries of that weird and silent house!"}, {"quote": "\"Ah! not that -- not that!", "context": "Was it of that most ingenious and dastardly plot she had warned me? Was her own conviction that she must suffer the penalty of death based upon the knowledge of the deadly instrument, that venomous reptile used by the assassins?\n\nCould it be that Pennington himself -- her own father -- was implicated in this shameful method of obtaining money and closing the lips of the victims?\n\nAs I stood there amid the morning bustle of Regent Street out in the broad sunshine, all the ghastly horrors of the previous night crowded thickly upon me. Why had she shrieked: \"Ah! not that -- not that!\" Had she, while held prisoner in that old-fashioned drawing-room, been told of the awful fate to which I had been consigned?\n\nI remembered how I had called to her, but received no response. And yet she must have been in the adjoining room.\n\nPerhaps, like myself, she had fainted.\n\nI recalled her voice distinctly. I certainly had made no mistake. She had been actually present in that house of black torture. Therefore, being my friend, there seemed no doubt that, to her, I owed my mysterious salvation. But how? Aye, that was the question."}, {"quote": "\"I was hailed by the lady close to Chapel Street,", "context": "Nearly an hour went by; I entered the shop and searched its labyrinth of \"departments.\" But I could not distinguish her anywhere. Upstairs and downstairs I went, inquiring here and there, but nobody seemed to have seen the fair young lady in black; the great emporium seemed to have swallowed her up.\n\nIt was now noon. Even though she might have been through a dress-fitting ordeal, an hour was certainly ample time. Therefore I began to fear that she had missed me. There were several other exits higher up the street, and also one which I discovered in a side street.\n\nI returned to her taxi, for I had already paid off my man. The driver had not seen his \"fare.\"\n\n\"I was hailed by the lady close to Chapel Street,\" he said, \"and I drove 'er to Oxford Street, not far from Tottenham Court Road. We stood at the kerb for about ten minutes. Then she ordered me to drive with all speed over 'ere.\"\n\n\"Did you see her speak with any gentleman?\"\n\n\"She was with a dark, youngish gentleman when they hailed me. She got in and left 'im in Chapel Street. I heard 'im say as we went off that he'd see 'er again soon.\"\n\n\"That's all you know of her?\""}, {"quote": "\"and I drove 'er to Oxford Street, not far from Tottenham Court Road. We stood at the kerb for about ten minutes. Then she ordered me to drive with all speed over 'ere.\"", "context": "Nearly an hour went by; I entered the shop and searched its labyrinth of \"departments.\" But I could not distinguish her anywhere. Upstairs and downstairs I went, inquiring here and there, but nobody seemed to have seen the fair young lady in black; the great emporium seemed to have swallowed her up.\n\nIt was now noon. Even though she might have been through a dress-fitting ordeal, an hour was certainly ample time. Therefore I began to fear that she had missed me. There were several other exits higher up the street, and also one which I discovered in a side street.\n\nI returned to her taxi, for I had already paid off my man. The driver had not seen his \"fare.\"\n\n\"I was hailed by the lady close to Chapel Street,\" he said, \"and I drove 'er to Oxford Street, not far from Tottenham Court Road. We stood at the kerb for about ten minutes. Then she ordered me to drive with all speed over 'ere.\"\n\n\"Did you see her speak with any gentleman?\"\n\n\"She was with a dark, youngish gentleman when they hailed me. She got in and left 'im in Chapel Street. I heard 'im say as we went off that he'd see 'er again soon.\"\n\n\"That's all you know of her?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. I've never seen 'er before,\" replied the driver. Then he added with a smile, \"Your man's been tellin' me as how you thought I had a bank-thief in my cab!\""}, {"quote": "\"Did you see her speak with any gentleman?\"", "context": "It was now noon. Even though she might have been through a dress-fitting ordeal, an hour was certainly ample time. Therefore I began to fear that she had missed me. There were several other exits higher up the street, and also one which I discovered in a side street.\n\nI returned to her taxi, for I had already paid off my man. The driver had not seen his \"fare.\"\n\n\"I was hailed by the lady close to Chapel Street,\" he said, \"and I drove 'er to Oxford Street, not far from Tottenham Court Road. We stood at the kerb for about ten minutes. Then she ordered me to drive with all speed over 'ere.\"\n\n\"Did you see her speak with any gentleman?\"\n\n\"She was with a dark, youngish gentleman when they hailed me. She got in and left 'im in Chapel Street. I heard 'im say as we went off that he'd see 'er again soon.\"\n\n\"That's all you know of her?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. I've never seen 'er before,\" replied the driver. Then he added with a smile, \"Your man's been tellin' me as how you thought I had a bank-thief in my cab!\"\n\n\"Yes, but I was mistaken"}, {"quote": "\"She was with a dark, youngish gentleman when they hailed me. She got in and left 'im in Chapel Street. I heard 'im say as we went off that he'd see 'er again soon.\"", "context": "It was now noon. Even though she might have been through a dress-fitting ordeal, an hour was certainly ample time. Therefore I began to fear that she had missed me. There were several other exits higher up the street, and also one which I discovered in a side street.\n\nI returned to her taxi, for I had already paid off my man. The driver had not seen his \"fare.\"\n\n\"I was hailed by the lady close to Chapel Street,\" he said, \"and I drove 'er to Oxford Street, not far from Tottenham Court Road. We stood at the kerb for about ten minutes. Then she ordered me to drive with all speed over 'ere.\"\n\n\"Did you see her speak with any gentleman?\"\n\n\"She was with a dark, youngish gentleman when they hailed me. She got in and left 'im in Chapel Street. I heard 'im say as we went off that he'd see 'er again soon.\"\n\n\"That's all you know of her?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. I've never seen 'er before,\" replied the driver. Then he added with a smile, \"Your man's been tellin' me as how you thought I had a bank-thief in my cab!\"\n\n\"Yes, but I was mistaken,\" I said. \"I must have made a mistake in the cab.\"\n\n\"That's very easy, sir. We're so much alike -- us red 'uns.\"\n\nSylvia's non-appearance much puzzled me. What could it mean? For another half-hour -- an anxious, impatient, breathless half-hour -- I waited, but she did not return."}, {"quote": "\"That's all you know of her?\"", "context": "\"I was hailed by the lady close to Chapel Street,\" he said, \"and I drove 'er to Oxford Street, not far from Tottenham Court Road. We stood at the kerb for about ten minutes. Then she ordered me to drive with all speed over 'ere.\"\n\n\"Did you see her speak with any gentleman?\"\n\n\"She was with a dark, youngish gentleman when they hailed me. She got in and left 'im in Chapel Street. I heard 'im say as we went off that he'd see 'er again soon.\"\n\n\"That's all you know of her?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. I've never seen 'er before,\" replied the driver. Then he added with a smile, \"Your man's been tellin' me as how you thought I had a bank-thief in my cab!\"\n\n\"Yes, but I was mistaken,\" I said. \"I must have made a mistake in the cab.\"\n\n\"That's very easy, sir. We're so much alike -- us red 'uns.\"\n\nSylvia's non-appearance much puzzled me. What could it mean? For another half-hour -- an anxious, impatient, breathless half-hour -- I waited, but she did not return."}, {"quote": "\"Yes, sir. I've never seen 'er before,", "context": "\"and I drove 'er to Oxford Street, not far from Tottenham Court Road. We stood at the kerb for about ten minutes. Then she ordered me to drive with all speed over 'ere.\"\n\n\"Did you see her speak with any gentleman?\"\n\n\"She was with a dark, youngish gentleman when they hailed me. She got in and left 'im in Chapel Street. I heard 'im say as we went off that he'd see 'er again soon.\"\n\n\"That's all you know of her?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. I've never seen 'er before,\" replied the driver. Then he added with a smile, \"Your man's been tellin' me as how you thought I had a bank-thief in my cab!\"\n\n\"Yes, but I was mistaken,\" I said. \"I must have made a mistake in the cab.\"\n\n\"That's very easy, sir. We're so much alike -- us red 'uns.\"\n\nSylvia's non-appearance much puzzled me. What could it mean? For another half-hour -- an anxious, impatient, breathless half-hour -- I waited, but she did not return."}, {"quote": "\"Your man's been tellin' me as how you thought I had a bank-thief in my cab!\"", "context": "\"and I drove 'er to Oxford Street, not far from Tottenham Court Road. We stood at the kerb for about ten minutes. Then she ordered me to drive with all speed over 'ere.\"\n\n\"Did you see her speak with any gentleman?\"\n\n\"She was with a dark, youngish gentleman when they hailed me. She got in and left 'im in Chapel Street. I heard 'im say as we went off that he'd see 'er again soon.\"\n\n\"That's all you know of her?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. I've never seen 'er before,\" replied the driver. Then he added with a smile, \"Your man's been tellin' me as how you thought I had a bank-thief in my cab!\"\n\n\"Yes, but I was mistaken,\" I said. \"I must have made a mistake in the cab.\"\n\n\"That's very easy, sir. We're so much alike -- us red 'uns.\"\n\nSylvia's non-appearance much puzzled me. What could it mean? For another half-hour -- an anxious, impatient, breathless half-hour -- I waited, but she did not return.\n\nHad she, too, cleverly escaped by entering the shop, and passing out by another entrance?\n\nAnother careful tour of the establishment revealed the fact that she certainly was not there."}, {"quote": "\"Yes, but I was mistaken,", "context": "\"Did you see her speak with any gentleman?\"\n\n\"She was with a dark, youngish gentleman when they hailed me. She got in and left 'im in Chapel Street. I heard 'im say as we went off that he'd see 'er again soon.\"\n\n\"That's all you know of her?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. I've never seen 'er before,\" replied the driver. Then he added with a smile, \"Your man's been tellin' me as how you thought I had a bank-thief in my cab!\"\n\n\"Yes, but I was mistaken,\" I said. \"I must have made a mistake in the cab.\"\n\n\"That's very easy, sir. We're so much alike -- us red 'uns.\"\n\nSylvia's non-appearance much puzzled me. What could it mean? For another half-hour -- an anxious, impatient, breathless half-hour -- I waited, but she did not return.\n\nHad she, too, cleverly escaped by entering the shop, and passing out by another entrance?\n\nAnother careful tour of the establishment revealed the fact that she certainly was not there."}, {"quote": "\"I must have made a mistake in the cab.\"", "context": "\"She was with a dark, youngish gentleman when they hailed me. She got in and left 'im in Chapel Street. I heard 'im say as we went off that he'd see 'er again soon.\"\n\n\"That's all you know of her?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. I've never seen 'er before,\" replied the driver. Then he added with a smile, \"Your man's been tellin' me as how you thought I had a bank-thief in my cab!\"\n\n\"Yes, but I was mistaken,\" I said. \"I must have made a mistake in the cab.\"\n\n\"That's very easy, sir. We're so much alike -- us red 'uns.\"\n\nSylvia's non-appearance much puzzled me. What could it mean? For another half-hour -- an anxious, impatient, breathless half-hour -- I waited, but she did not return.\n\nHad she, too, cleverly escaped by entering the shop, and passing out by another entrance?\n\nAnother careful tour of the establishment revealed the fact that she certainly was not there.\n\nAnd so, after a wait of nearly two hours, I was compelled to accept the hard and very remarkable fact that she had purposely evaded me, and escaped!"}, {"quote": "\"That's very easy, sir. We're so much alike -- us red 'uns.\"", "context": "\"She was with a dark, youngish gentleman when they hailed me. She got in and left 'im in Chapel Street. I heard 'im say as we went off that he'd see 'er again soon.\"\n\n\"That's all you know of her?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir. I've never seen 'er before,\" replied the driver. Then he added with a smile, \"Your man's been tellin' me as how you thought I had a bank-thief in my cab!\"\n\n\"Yes, but I was mistaken,\" I said. \"I must have made a mistake in the cab.\"\n\n\"That's very easy, sir. We're so much alike -- us red 'uns.\"\n\nSylvia's non-appearance much puzzled me. What could it mean? For another half-hour -- an anxious, impatient, breathless half-hour -- I waited, but she did not return.\n\nHad she, too, cleverly escaped by entering the shop, and passing out by another entrance?\n\nAnother careful tour of the establishment revealed the fact that she certainly was not there.\n\nAnd so, after a wait of nearly two hours, I was compelled to accept the hard and very remarkable fact that she had purposely evaded me, and escaped!"}, {"quote": "\"I've been very anxious about you, Mr. Owen,", "context": "Then she was in league with the men who had stolen my thousand pounds! And yet had not that selfsame man declared that she, having betrayed him, was to meet the same terrible fate as that prepared for me?\n\nFor a final five minutes I waited; then annoyed, disappointed and dismayed, entered the taxi, and drove to Wilton Street.\n\nOn entering with my latch-key, Browning came forward with a puzzled expression, surprised, no doubt, at my dishevelled appearance.\n\n\"I've been very anxious about you, Mr. Owen,\" exclaimed the old man. I was always Mr. Owen to him, just as I had been when a lad. \"When I went to your room this morning I found your bed empty. I wondered where you had gone.\"\n\n\"I've had a strange adventure, Browning,\" I laughed, rather forcedly I fear. \"Has Mr. Marlowe rung me up?\"\n\n\"No, sir. But somebody else rang up about an hour ago, and asked whether you were in.\"\n\n\"Who was it?\""}, {"quote": "\"When I went to your room this morning I found your bed empty. I wondered where you had gone.\"", "context": "Then she was in league with the men who had stolen my thousand pounds! And yet had not that selfsame man declared that she, having betrayed him, was to meet the same terrible fate as that prepared for me?\n\nFor a final five minutes I waited; then annoyed, disappointed and dismayed, entered the taxi, and drove to Wilton Street.\n\nOn entering with my latch-key, Browning came forward with a puzzled expression, surprised, no doubt, at my dishevelled appearance.\n\n\"I've been very anxious about you, Mr. Owen,\" exclaimed the old man. I was always Mr. Owen to him, just as I had been when a lad. \"When I went to your room this morning I found your bed empty. I wondered where you had gone.\"\n\n\"I've had a strange adventure, Browning,\" I laughed, rather forcedly I fear. \"Has Mr. Marlowe rung me up?\"\n\n\"No, sir. But somebody else rang up about an hour ago, and asked whether you were in.\"\n\n\"Who was it?\"\n\n\"I couldn't quite catch the name, sir. It sounded like Shuffle -- something.\"\n\n\"Shuttleworth!\" I cried. \"Did he leave any message?\"\n\n\"No, sir. He merely asked if you were in -- that's all.\""}, {"quote": "\"I've had a strange adventure, Browning,", "context": "For a final five minutes I waited; then annoyed, disappointed and dismayed, entered the taxi, and drove to Wilton Street.\n\nOn entering with my latch-key, Browning came forward with a puzzled expression, surprised, no doubt, at my dishevelled appearance.\n\n\"I've been very anxious about you, Mr. Owen,\" exclaimed the old man. I was always Mr. Owen to him, just as I had been when a lad. \"When I went to your room this morning I found your bed empty. I wondered where you had gone.\"\n\n\"I've had a strange adventure, Browning,\" I laughed, rather forcedly I fear. \"Has Mr. Marlowe rung me up?\"\n\n\"No, sir. But somebody else rang up about an hour ago, and asked whether you were in.\"\n\n\"Who was it?\"\n\n\"I couldn't quite catch the name, sir. It sounded like Shuffle -- something.\"\n\n\"Shuttleworth!\" I cried. \"Did he leave any message?\"\n\n\"No, sir. He merely asked if you were in -- that's all.\"\n\nAs Sylvia was in London, perhaps Shuttleworth was in town also, I reflected. Yet she had cleverly made her escape -- in order to avoid being questioned. Her secret was a guilty one!"}, {"quote": "\"Has Mr. Marlowe rung me up?\"", "context": "On entering with my latch-key, Browning came forward with a puzzled expression, surprised, no doubt, at my dishevelled appearance.\n\n\"I've been very anxious about you, Mr. Owen,\" exclaimed the old man. I was always Mr. Owen to him, just as I had been when a lad. \"When I went to your room this morning I found your bed empty. I wondered where you had gone.\"\n\n\"I've had a strange adventure, Browning,\" I laughed, rather forcedly I fear. \"Has Mr. Marlowe rung me up?\"\n\n\"No, sir. But somebody else rang up about an hour ago, and asked whether you were in.\"\n\n\"Who was it?\"\n\n\"I couldn't quite catch the name, sir. It sounded like Shuffle -- something.\"\n\n\"Shuttleworth!\" I cried. \"Did he leave any message?\"\n\n\"No, sir. He merely asked if you were in -- that's all.\"\n\nAs Sylvia was in London, perhaps Shuttleworth was in town also, I reflected. Yet she had cleverly made her escape -- in order to avoid being questioned. Her secret was a guilty one!"}, {"quote": "\"No, sir. But somebody else rang up about an hour ago, and asked whether you were in.\"", "context": "On entering with my latch-key, Browning came forward with a puzzled expression, surprised, no doubt, at my dishevelled appearance.\n\n\"I've been very anxious about you, Mr. Owen,\" exclaimed the old man. I was always Mr. Owen to him, just as I had been when a lad. \"When I went to your room this morning I found your bed empty. I wondered where you had gone.\"\n\n\"I've had a strange adventure, Browning,\" I laughed, rather forcedly I fear. \"Has Mr. Marlowe rung me up?\"\n\n\"No, sir. But somebody else rang up about an hour ago, and asked whether you were in.\"\n\n\"Who was it?\"\n\n\"I couldn't quite catch the name, sir. It sounded like Shuffle -- something.\"\n\n\"Shuttleworth!\" I cried. \"Did he leave any message?\"\n\n\"No, sir. He merely asked if you were in -- that's all.\"\n\nAs Sylvia was in London, perhaps Shuttleworth was in town also, I reflected. Yet she had cleverly made her escape -- in order to avoid being questioned. Her secret was a guilty one!\n\nI called up Jack, who answered cheerily as usual."}, {"quote": "\"I couldn't quite catch the name, sir. It sounded like Shuffle -- something.\"", "context": "\" exclaimed the old man. I was always Mr. Owen to him, just as I had been when a lad. \"When I went to your room this morning I found your bed empty. I wondered where you had gone.\"\n\n\"I've had a strange adventure, Browning,\" I laughed, rather forcedly I fear. \"Has Mr. Marlowe rung me up?\"\n\n\"No, sir. But somebody else rang up about an hour ago, and asked whether you were in.\"\n\n\"Who was it?\"\n\n\"I couldn't quite catch the name, sir. It sounded like Shuffle -- something.\"\n\n\"Shuttleworth!\" I cried. \"Did he leave any message?\"\n\n\"No, sir. He merely asked if you were in -- that's all.\"\n\nAs Sylvia was in London, perhaps Shuttleworth was in town also, I reflected. Yet she had cleverly made her escape -- in order to avoid being questioned. Her secret was a guilty one!\n\nI called up Jack, who answered cheerily as usual.\n\n\"You didn't ring me up about one o'clock this morning, did you?\" I inquired."}, {"quote": "\"Did he leave any message?\"", "context": "\"When I went to your room this morning I found your bed empty. I wondered where you had gone.\"\n\n\"I've had a strange adventure, Browning,\" I laughed, rather forcedly I fear. \"Has Mr. Marlowe rung me up?\"\n\n\"No, sir. But somebody else rang up about an hour ago, and asked whether you were in.\"\n\n\"Who was it?\"\n\n\"I couldn't quite catch the name, sir. It sounded like Shuffle -- something.\"\n\n\"Shuttleworth!\" I cried. \"Did he leave any message?\"\n\n\"No, sir. He merely asked if you were in -- that's all.\"\n\nAs Sylvia was in London, perhaps Shuttleworth was in town also, I reflected. Yet she had cleverly made her escape -- in order to avoid being questioned. Her secret was a guilty one!\n\nI called up Jack, who answered cheerily as usual.\n\n\"You didn't ring me up about one o'clock this morning, did you?\" I inquired.\n\n\"No. Why?\" he asked.\n\n\"Oh -- well, nothing"}, {"quote": "\"No, sir. He merely asked if you were in -- that's all.\"", "context": "\"When I went to your room this morning I found your bed empty. I wondered where you had gone.\"\n\n\"I've had a strange adventure, Browning,\" I laughed, rather forcedly I fear. \"Has Mr. Marlowe rung me up?\"\n\n\"No, sir. But somebody else rang up about an hour ago, and asked whether you were in.\"\n\n\"Who was it?\"\n\n\"I couldn't quite catch the name, sir. It sounded like Shuffle -- something.\"\n\n\"Shuttleworth!\" I cried. \"Did he leave any message?\"\n\n\"No, sir. He merely asked if you were in -- that's all.\"\n\nAs Sylvia was in London, perhaps Shuttleworth was in town also, I reflected. Yet she had cleverly made her escape -- in order to avoid being questioned. Her secret was a guilty one!\n\nI called up Jack, who answered cheerily as usual.\n\n\"You didn't ring me up about one o'clock this morning, did you?\" I inquired.\n\n\"No. Why?\" he asked.\n\n\"Oh -- well, nothing,\" I said. \"I thought perhaps it might have been you -- that's all. What time shall you be in at White's?\""}, {"quote": "\"You didn't ring me up about one o'clock this morning, did you?", "context": "\"I couldn't quite catch the name, sir. It sounded like Shuffle -- something.\"\n\n\"Shuttleworth!\" I cried. \"Did he leave any message?\"\n\n\"No, sir. He merely asked if you were in -- that's all.\"\n\nAs Sylvia was in London, perhaps Shuttleworth was in town also, I reflected. Yet she had cleverly made her escape -- in order to avoid being questioned. Her secret was a guilty one!\n\nI called up Jack, who answered cheerily as usual.\n\n\"You didn't ring me up about one o'clock this morning, did you?\" I inquired.\n\n\"No. Why?\" he asked.\n\n\"Oh -- well, nothing,\" I said. \"I thought perhaps it might have been you -- that's all. What time shall you be in at White's?\"\n\n\"About four. Will you be there?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Right-ho! Good-bye, old man,\" and he rang off.\n\nI ascended to my room, changed my clothes, and made myself respectable. But during the time I was dressing I reflected whether I should go to Scotland Yard and relate my strange experience. Such clever fiends as Reckitt and Forbes deserved punishment. What fearful crimes had been committed in that weird, neglected house I dreaded to think. My only hesitation, however, was caused by the thought that perhaps Sylvia might be implicated. I felt somehow impelled to try and solve the problem for myself. I had lost a thousand pounds. Yet had I not fallen into that trap in utter disregard of Sylvia's warning?"}, {"quote": "\"Oh -- well, nothing,", "context": "\"Did he leave any message?\"\n\n\"No, sir. He merely asked if you were in -- that's all.\"\n\nAs Sylvia was in London, perhaps Shuttleworth was in town also, I reflected. Yet she had cleverly made her escape -- in order to avoid being questioned. Her secret was a guilty one!\n\nI called up Jack, who answered cheerily as usual.\n\n\"You didn't ring me up about one o'clock this morning, did you?\" I inquired.\n\n\"No. Why?\" he asked.\n\n\"Oh -- well, nothing,\" I said. \"I thought perhaps it might have been you -- that's all. What time shall you be in at White's?\"\n\n\"About four. Will you be there?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Right-ho! Good-bye, old man,\" and he rang off.\n\nI ascended to my room, changed my clothes, and made myself respectable. But during the time I was dressing I reflected whether I should go to Scotland Yard and relate my strange experience. Such clever fiends as Reckitt and Forbes deserved punishment. What fearful crimes had been committed in that weird, neglected house I dreaded to think. My only hesitation, however, was caused by the thought that perhaps Sylvia might be implicated. I felt somehow impelled to try and solve the problem for myself. I had lost a thousand pounds. Yet had I not fallen into that trap in utter disregard of Sylvia's warning?"}, {"quote": "\"I thought perhaps it might have been you -- that's all. What time shall you be in at White's?\"", "context": "\"No, sir. He merely asked if you were in -- that's all.\"\n\nAs Sylvia was in London, perhaps Shuttleworth was in town also, I reflected. Yet she had cleverly made her escape -- in order to avoid being questioned. Her secret was a guilty one!\n\nI called up Jack, who answered cheerily as usual.\n\n\"You didn't ring me up about one o'clock this morning, did you?\" I inquired.\n\n\"No. Why?\" he asked.\n\n\"Oh -- well, nothing,\" I said. \"I thought perhaps it might have been you -- that's all. What time shall you be in at White's?\"\n\n\"About four. Will you be there?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Right-ho! Good-bye, old man,\" and he rang off.\n\nI ascended to my room, changed my clothes, and made myself respectable. But during the time I was dressing I reflected whether I should go to Scotland Yard and relate my strange experience. Such clever fiends as Reckitt and Forbes deserved punishment. What fearful crimes had been committed in that weird, neglected house I dreaded to think. My only hesitation, however, was caused by the thought that perhaps Sylvia might be implicated. I felt somehow impelled to try and solve the problem for myself. I had lost a thousand pounds. Yet had I not fallen into that trap in utter disregard of Sylvia's warning?"}, {"quote": "\"About four. Will you be there?\"", "context": "As Sylvia was in London, perhaps Shuttleworth was in town also, I reflected. Yet she had cleverly made her escape -- in order to avoid being questioned. Her secret was a guilty one!\n\nI called up Jack, who answered cheerily as usual.\n\n\"You didn't ring me up about one o'clock this morning, did you?\" I inquired.\n\n\"No. Why?\" he asked.\n\n\"Oh -- well, nothing,\" I said. \"I thought perhaps it might have been you -- that's all. What time shall you be in at White's?\"\n\n\"About four. Will you be there?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Right-ho! Good-bye, old man,\" and he rang off.\n\nI ascended to my room, changed my clothes, and made myself respectable. But during the time I was dressing I reflected whether I should go to Scotland Yard and relate my strange experience. Such clever fiends as Reckitt and Forbes deserved punishment. What fearful crimes had been committed in that weird, neglected house I dreaded to think. My only hesitation, however, was caused by the thought that perhaps Sylvia might be implicated. I felt somehow impelled to try and solve the problem for myself. I had lost a thousand pounds. Yet had I not fallen into that trap in utter disregard of Sylvia's warning?"}, {"quote": "\"Right-ho! Good-bye, old man,", "context": "As Sylvia was in London, perhaps Shuttleworth was in town also, I reflected. Yet she had cleverly made her escape -- in order to avoid being questioned. Her secret was a guilty one!\n\nI called up Jack, who answered cheerily as usual.\n\n\"You didn't ring me up about one o'clock this morning, did you?\" I inquired.\n\n\"No. Why?\" he asked.\n\n\"Oh -- well, nothing,\" I said. \"I thought perhaps it might have been you -- that's all. What time shall you be in at White's?\"\n\n\"About four. Will you be there?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Right-ho! Good-bye, old man,\" and he rang off.\n\nI ascended to my room, changed my clothes, and made myself respectable. But during the time I was dressing I reflected whether I should go to Scotland Yard and relate my strange experience. Such clever fiends as Reckitt and Forbes deserved punishment. What fearful crimes had been committed in that weird, neglected house I dreaded to think. My only hesitation, however, was caused by the thought that perhaps Sylvia might be implicated. I felt somehow impelled to try and solve the problem for myself. I had lost a thousand pounds. Yet had I not fallen into that trap in utter disregard of Sylvia's warning?"}, {"quote": "\u201cMay it please your Honour, I wish to ask the indulgence of the court in my examination of this witness. She is just recovering from a long and dangerous illness; and while I shall endeavour to keep within the rules of examination, I shall be grateful for any consideration which may be shown her by your Honour and by the counsel on the other side.\u201d", "context": "Recoiling from the prospect, I buried my face in my hands, and so missed the surprising sight of this young girl, still in her teens, conquering a dismay which might well unnerve one of established years and untold experiences. In a few minutes, as I was afterward told by my friends, her features had settled into a strange placidity, undisturbed by the levelled gaze of a hundred eyes. Her whole attention was concentrated on her brother, and wavered only, when the duties of the occasion demanded a recognition of the various gentlemen concerned in the trial.\n\nMr. Moffat prefaced his examination by the following words:\n\n\u201cMay it please your Honour, I wish to ask the indulgence of the court in my examination of this witness. She is just recovering from a long and dangerous illness; and while I shall endeavour to keep within the rules of examination, I shall be grateful for any consideration which may be shown her by your Honour and by the counsel on the other side.\u201d\n\nMr. Fox at once rose. He had by this time recovered from his astonishment at seeing before him, and in a fair state of health, the young girl whom he had every reason to believe to be still in a condition of partial forgetfulness at Lakewood, and under the care of a woman entirely in his confidence and under his express orders. He had also mastered his chagrin at the triumph which her presence here, and under these dramatic circumstances, had given his adversary. Moved, perhaps, by Miss Cumberland\u2019s beauty, which he saw for the first time -- or, perhaps, by the spectacle of this beauty devoting its first hours of health to an attempt to save a brother, of whose precarious position before the law she had been ignorant up to this time -- or more possibly yet, by a fear that it might be bad tactics to show harshness to so interesting a personality before she had uttered a word of testimony, he expressed in warmer tones than usual, his deep desire to extend every possible indulgence."}, {"quote": "\u201cYour name, if you please.\u201d", "context": "Mr. Moffat bowed his acknowledgments, and waited for his witness to take the oath, which she did with a simple grace which touched all hearts, even that of her constrained and unreconciled brother. Compelled by the silence and my own bounding pulses to look at her in my own despite, I caught the sweet and elevated look with which she laid her hand on the Book, and asked myself if her presence here was not a self-accusation, which would bring satisfaction to nobody -- which would sink her and hers into an ignominy worse than the conviction of the brother whom she was supposedly there to save.\n\nTortured by this fear, I awaited events in indescribable agitation.\n\nThe cool voice of Mr. Moffat broke in upon my gloom. Carmel had reseated herself, after taking the oath, and the customary question could be heard:\n\n\u201cYour name, if you please.\u201d\n\n\u201cCarmel Cumberland.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you recognise the prisoner, Miss Cumberland?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; he is my brother.\u201d\n\nA thrill ran through the room. The lingering tone, the tender accent, told. Some of the feeling she thus expressed seemed to pass into every heart which contemplated the two. From this moment on, he was looked upon with less harshness; people showed a disposition to discern innocence, where, perhaps, they had secretly desired, until now, to discover guilt.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you be good enough to tell us where you were, at or near the hour of ten, on the evening of your sister\u2019s death?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cCarmel Cumberland.\u201d", "context": "Mr. Moffat bowed his acknowledgments, and waited for his witness to take the oath, which she did with a simple grace which touched all hearts, even that of her constrained and unreconciled brother. Compelled by the silence and my own bounding pulses to look at her in my own despite, I caught the sweet and elevated look with which she laid her hand on the Book, and asked myself if her presence here was not a self-accusation, which would bring satisfaction to nobody -- which would sink her and hers into an ignominy worse than the conviction of the brother whom she was supposedly there to save.\n\nTortured by this fear, I awaited events in indescribable agitation.\n\nThe cool voice of Mr. Moffat broke in upon my gloom. Carmel had reseated herself, after taking the oath, and the customary question could be heard:\n\n\u201cYour name, if you please.\u201d\n\n\u201cCarmel Cumberland.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you recognise the prisoner, Miss Cumberland?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; he is my brother.\u201d\n\nA thrill ran through the room. The lingering tone, the tender accent, told. Some of the feeling she thus expressed seemed to pass into every heart which contemplated the two. From this moment on, he was looked upon with less harshness; people showed a disposition to discern innocence, where, perhaps, they had secretly desired, until now, to discover guilt.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you be good enough to tell us where you were, at or near the hour of ten, on the evening of your sister\u2019s death?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cDo you recognise the prisoner, Miss Cumberland?\u201d", "context": "Mr. Moffat bowed his acknowledgments, and waited for his witness to take the oath, which she did with a simple grace which touched all hearts, even that of her constrained and unreconciled brother. Compelled by the silence and my own bounding pulses to look at her in my own despite, I caught the sweet and elevated look with which she laid her hand on the Book, and asked myself if her presence here was not a self-accusation, which would bring satisfaction to nobody -- which would sink her and hers into an ignominy worse than the conviction of the brother whom she was supposedly there to save.\n\nTortured by this fear, I awaited events in indescribable agitation.\n\nThe cool voice of Mr. Moffat broke in upon my gloom. Carmel had reseated herself, after taking the oath, and the customary question could be heard:\n\n\u201cYour name, if you please.\u201d\n\n\u201cCarmel Cumberland.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you recognise the prisoner, Miss Cumberland?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; he is my brother.\u201d\n\nA thrill ran through the room. The lingering tone, the tender accent, told. Some of the feeling she thus expressed seemed to pass into every heart which contemplated the two. From this moment on, he was looked upon with less harshness; people showed a disposition to discern innocence, where, perhaps, they had secretly desired, until now, to discover guilt.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you be good enough to tell us where you were, at or near the hour of ten, on the evening of your sister\u2019s death?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYes; he is my brother.\u201d", "context": "Mr. Moffat bowed his acknowledgments, and waited for his witness to take the oath, which she did with a simple grace which touched all hearts, even that of her constrained and unreconciled brother. Compelled by the silence and my own bounding pulses to look at her in my own despite, I caught the sweet and elevated look with which she laid her hand on the Book, and asked myself if her presence here was not a self-accusation, which would bring satisfaction to nobody -- which would sink her and hers into an ignominy worse than the conviction of the brother whom she was supposedly there to save.\n\nTortured by this fear, I awaited events in indescribable agitation.\n\nThe cool voice of Mr. Moffat broke in upon my gloom. Carmel had reseated herself, after taking the oath, and the customary question could be heard:\n\n\u201cYour name, if you please.\u201d\n\n\u201cCarmel Cumberland.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you recognise the prisoner, Miss Cumberland?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; he is my brother.\u201d\n\nA thrill ran through the room. The lingering tone, the tender accent, told. Some of the feeling she thus expressed seemed to pass into every heart which contemplated the two. From this moment on, he was looked upon with less harshness; people showed a disposition to discern innocence, where, perhaps, they had secretly desired, until now, to discover guilt.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you be good enough to tell us where you were, at or near the hour of ten, on the evening of your sister\u2019s death?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you be good enough to tell us where you were, at or near the hour of ten, on the evening of your sister\u2019s death?\u201d", "context": "\u201cYour name, if you please.\u201d\n\n\u201cCarmel Cumberland.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you recognise the prisoner, Miss Cumberland?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; he is my brother.\u201d\n\nA thrill ran through the room. The lingering tone, the tender accent, told. Some of the feeling she thus expressed seemed to pass into every heart which contemplated the two. From this moment on, he was looked upon with less harshness; people showed a disposition to discern innocence, where, perhaps, they had secretly desired, until now, to discover guilt.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you be good enough to tell us where you were, at or near the hour of ten, on the evening of your sister\u2019s death?\u201d\n\n\u201cI was in the club-house -- in the house you call The Whispering Pines.\u201d\n\nAt this astounding reply, unexpected by every one present save myself and the unhappy prisoner, incredulity, seasoned with amazement, marked every countenance. Carmel Cumberland in the club-house that night -- she who had been found at a late hour, in her own home, injured and unconscious! It was not to be believed -- or it would not have been, if Arthur with less self-control than he had hitherto maintained, had not shown by his morose air and the silent drooping of his head that he accepted this statement, wild and improbable as it seemed. Mr. Fox, whose mind without doubt had been engaged in a debate from the first, as to the desirability of challenging the testimony of this young girl, whose faculties had so lately recovered from a condition of great shock and avowed forgetfulness that no word as yet had come to him of her restored health, started to arise at her words; but noting the prisoner\u2019s attitude, he hastily reseated himself, realising, perhaps, that evidence of which he had never dreamed lay at the bottom of the client\u2019s manner and the counsel\u2019s complacency. If so, then his own air of mingled disbelief and compassionate forbearance might strike the jury unfavourably; while, on the contrary, if his doubts were sound, and the witness were confounding the fancies of her late delirium with the actual incidents of this fatal night, then would he gain rather than lose by allowing her to proceed until her testimony fell of its own weight, or succumbed before the fire of his cross-examination."}, {"quote": "\u201cI was in the club-house -- in the house you call The Whispering Pines.\u201d", "context": "A thrill ran through the room. The lingering tone, the tender accent, told. Some of the feeling she thus expressed seemed to pass into every heart which contemplated the two. From this moment on, he was looked upon with less harshness; people showed a disposition to discern innocence, where, perhaps, they had secretly desired, until now, to discover guilt.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you be good enough to tell us where you were, at or near the hour of ten, on the evening of your sister\u2019s death?\u201d\n\n\u201cI was in the club-house -- in the house you call The Whispering Pines.\u201d\n\nAt this astounding reply, unexpected by every one present save myself and the unhappy prisoner, incredulity, seasoned with amazement, marked every countenance. Carmel Cumberland in the club-house that night -- she who had been found at a late hour, in her own home, injured and unconscious! It was not to be believed -- or it would not have been, if Arthur with less self-control than he had hitherto maintained, had not shown by his morose air and the silent drooping of his head that he accepted this statement, wild and improbable as it seemed. Mr. Fox, whose mind without doubt had been engaged in a debate from the first, as to the desirability of challenging the testimony of this young girl, whose faculties had so lately recovered from a condition of great shock and avowed forgetfulness that no word as yet had come to him of her restored health, started to arise at her words; but noting the prisoner\u2019s attitude, he hastily reseated himself, realising, perhaps, that evidence of which he had never dreamed lay at the bottom of the client\u2019s manner and the counsel\u2019s complacency. If so, then his own air of mingled disbelief and compassionate forbearance might strike the jury unfavourably; while, on the contrary, if his doubts were sound, and the witness were confounding the fancies of her late delirium with the actual incidents of this fatal night, then would he gain rather than lose by allowing her to proceed until her testimony fell of its own weight, or succumbed before the fire of his cross-examination."}, {"quote": "\u201cMiss Cumberland, was your sister with you when you went to the club-house?\u201d", "context": "At this astounding reply, unexpected by every one present save myself and the unhappy prisoner, incredulity, seasoned with amazement, marked every countenance. Carmel Cumberland in the club-house that night -- she who had been found at a late hour, in her own home, injured and unconscious! It was not to be believed -- or it would not have been, if Arthur with less self-control than he had hitherto maintained, had not shown by his morose air and the silent drooping of his head that he accepted this statement, wild and improbable as it seemed. Mr. Fox, whose mind without doubt had been engaged in a debate from the first, as to the desirability of challenging the testimony of this young girl, whose faculties had so lately recovered from a condition of great shock and avowed forgetfulness that no word as yet had come to him of her restored health, started to arise at her words; but noting the prisoner\u2019s attitude, he hastily reseated himself, realising, perhaps, that evidence of which he had never dreamed lay at the bottom of the client\u2019s manner and the counsel\u2019s complacency. If so, then his own air of mingled disbelief and compassionate forbearance might strike the jury unfavourably; while, on the contrary, if his doubts were sound, and the witness were confounding the fancies of her late delirium with the actual incidents of this fatal night, then would he gain rather than lose by allowing her to proceed until her testimony fell of its own weight, or succumbed before the fire of his cross-examination.\n\nModifying his manner, he steadied himself for either exigency, and, in steadying himself, steadied his colleagues also.\n\nMr. Moffat, who saw everything, smiled slightly as he spoke encouragingly to his witness, and propounded his next question:\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, was your sister with you when you went to the club-house?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; we went separately\u201d\n\n\u201cHow? Will you explain?\u201d\n\n\u201cI drove there. I don\u2019t know how Adelaide went.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou drove there?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I had Arthur harness up his horse for me and I drove there.\u201d\n\nA moment of silence; then a slow awakening -- on the part of judge, jury, and prosecution -- to the fact that the case was taking a turn for which they were ill-prepared. To Mr. Moffat, it was a moment of intense self-congratulation, and something of the gratification he felt crept into his voice as he said:"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo; we went separately\u201d", "context": "At this astounding reply, unexpected by every one present save myself and the unhappy prisoner, incredulity, seasoned with amazement, marked every countenance. Carmel Cumberland in the club-house that night -- she who had been found at a late hour, in her own home, injured and unconscious! It was not to be believed -- or it would not have been, if Arthur with less self-control than he had hitherto maintained, had not shown by his morose air and the silent drooping of his head that he accepted this statement, wild and improbable as it seemed. Mr. Fox, whose mind without doubt had been engaged in a debate from the first, as to the desirability of challenging the testimony of this young girl, whose faculties had so lately recovered from a condition of great shock and avowed forgetfulness that no word as yet had come to him of her restored health, started to arise at her words; but noting the prisoner\u2019s attitude, he hastily reseated himself, realising, perhaps, that evidence of which he had never dreamed lay at the bottom of the client\u2019s manner and the counsel\u2019s complacency. If so, then his own air of mingled disbelief and compassionate forbearance might strike the jury unfavourably; while, on the contrary, if his doubts were sound, and the witness were confounding the fancies of her late delirium with the actual incidents of this fatal night, then would he gain rather than lose by allowing her to proceed until her testimony fell of its own weight, or succumbed before the fire of his cross-examination.\n\nModifying his manner, he steadied himself for either exigency, and, in steadying himself, steadied his colleagues also.\n\nMr. Moffat, who saw everything, smiled slightly as he spoke encouragingly to his witness, and propounded his next question:\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, was your sister with you when you went to the club-house?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; we went separately\u201d\n\n\u201cHow? Will you explain?\u201d\n\n\u201cI drove there. I don\u2019t know how Adelaide went.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou drove there?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I had Arthur harness up his horse for me and I drove there.\u201d\n\nA moment of silence; then a slow awakening -- on the part of judge, jury, and prosecution -- to the fact that the case was taking a turn for which they were ill-prepared. To Mr. Moffat, it was a moment of intense self-congratulation, and something of the gratification he felt crept into his voice as he said:"}, {"quote": "\u201cHow? Will you explain?\u201d", "context": "At this astounding reply, unexpected by every one present save myself and the unhappy prisoner, incredulity, seasoned with amazement, marked every countenance. Carmel Cumberland in the club-house that night -- she who had been found at a late hour, in her own home, injured and unconscious! It was not to be believed -- or it would not have been, if Arthur with less self-control than he had hitherto maintained, had not shown by his morose air and the silent drooping of his head that he accepted this statement, wild and improbable as it seemed. Mr. Fox, whose mind without doubt had been engaged in a debate from the first, as to the desirability of challenging the testimony of this young girl, whose faculties had so lately recovered from a condition of great shock and avowed forgetfulness that no word as yet had come to him of her restored health, started to arise at her words; but noting the prisoner\u2019s attitude, he hastily reseated himself, realising, perhaps, that evidence of which he had never dreamed lay at the bottom of the client\u2019s manner and the counsel\u2019s complacency. If so, then his own air of mingled disbelief and compassionate forbearance might strike the jury unfavourably; while, on the contrary, if his doubts were sound, and the witness were confounding the fancies of her late delirium with the actual incidents of this fatal night, then would he gain rather than lose by allowing her to proceed until her testimony fell of its own weight, or succumbed before the fire of his cross-examination.\n\nModifying his manner, he steadied himself for either exigency, and, in steadying himself, steadied his colleagues also.\n\nMr. Moffat, who saw everything, smiled slightly as he spoke encouragingly to his witness, and propounded his next question:\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, was your sister with you when you went to the club-house?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; we went separately\u201d\n\n\u201cHow? Will you explain?\u201d\n\n\u201cI drove there. I don\u2019t know how Adelaide went.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou drove there?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I had Arthur harness up his horse for me and I drove there.\u201d\n\nA moment of silence; then a slow awakening -- on the part of judge, jury, and prosecution -- to the fact that the case was taking a turn for which they were ill-prepared. To Mr. Moffat, it was a moment of intense self-congratulation, and something of the gratification he felt crept into his voice as he said:"}, {"quote": "\u201cI drove there. I don\u2019t know how Adelaide went.\u201d", "context": "At this astounding reply, unexpected by every one present save myself and the unhappy prisoner, incredulity, seasoned with amazement, marked every countenance. Carmel Cumberland in the club-house that night -- she who had been found at a late hour, in her own home, injured and unconscious! It was not to be believed -- or it would not have been, if Arthur with less self-control than he had hitherto maintained, had not shown by his morose air and the silent drooping of his head that he accepted this statement, wild and improbable as it seemed. Mr. Fox, whose mind without doubt had been engaged in a debate from the first, as to the desirability of challenging the testimony of this young girl, whose faculties had so lately recovered from a condition of great shock and avowed forgetfulness that no word as yet had come to him of her restored health, started to arise at her words; but noting the prisoner\u2019s attitude, he hastily reseated himself, realising, perhaps, that evidence of which he had never dreamed lay at the bottom of the client\u2019s manner and the counsel\u2019s complacency. If so, then his own air of mingled disbelief and compassionate forbearance might strike the jury unfavourably; while, on the contrary, if his doubts were sound, and the witness were confounding the fancies of her late delirium with the actual incidents of this fatal night, then would he gain rather than lose by allowing her to proceed until her testimony fell of its own weight, or succumbed before the fire of his cross-examination.\n\nModifying his manner, he steadied himself for either exigency, and, in steadying himself, steadied his colleagues also.\n\nMr. Moffat, who saw everything, smiled slightly as he spoke encouragingly to his witness, and propounded his next question:\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, was your sister with you when you went to the club-house?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; we went separately\u201d\n\n\u201cHow? Will you explain?\u201d\n\n\u201cI drove there. I don\u2019t know how Adelaide went.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou drove there?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I had Arthur harness up his horse for me and I drove there.\u201d\n\nA moment of silence; then a slow awakening -- on the part of judge, jury, and prosecution -- to the fact that the case was taking a turn for which they were ill-prepared. To Mr. Moffat, it was a moment of intense self-congratulation, and something of the gratification he felt crept into his voice as he said:\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you describe this horse?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYes. I had Arthur harness up his horse for me and I drove there.\u201d", "context": "At this astounding reply, unexpected by every one present save myself and the unhappy prisoner, incredulity, seasoned with amazement, marked every countenance. Carmel Cumberland in the club-house that night -- she who had been found at a late hour, in her own home, injured and unconscious! It was not to be believed -- or it would not have been, if Arthur with less self-control than he had hitherto maintained, had not shown by his morose air and the silent drooping of his head that he accepted this statement, wild and improbable as it seemed. Mr. Fox, whose mind without doubt had been engaged in a debate from the first, as to the desirability of challenging the testimony of this young girl, whose faculties had so lately recovered from a condition of great shock and avowed forgetfulness that no word as yet had come to him of her restored health, started to arise at her words; but noting the prisoner\u2019s attitude, he hastily reseated himself, realising, perhaps, that evidence of which he had never dreamed lay at the bottom of the client\u2019s manner and the counsel\u2019s complacency. If so, then his own air of mingled disbelief and compassionate forbearance might strike the jury unfavourably; while, on the contrary, if his doubts were sound, and the witness were confounding the fancies of her late delirium with the actual incidents of this fatal night, then would he gain rather than lose by allowing her to proceed until her testimony fell of its own weight, or succumbed before the fire of his cross-examination.\n\nModifying his manner, he steadied himself for either exigency, and, in steadying himself, steadied his colleagues also.\n\nMr. Moffat, who saw everything, smiled slightly as he spoke encouragingly to his witness, and propounded his next question:\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, was your sister with you when you went to the club-house?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; we went separately\u201d\n\n\u201cHow? Will you explain?\u201d\n\n\u201cI drove there. I don\u2019t know how Adelaide went.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou drove there?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I had Arthur harness up his horse for me and I drove there.\u201d\n\nA moment of silence; then a slow awakening -- on the part of judge, jury, and prosecution -- to the fact that the case was taking a turn for which they were ill-prepared. To Mr. Moffat, it was a moment of intense self-congratulation, and something of the gratification he felt crept into his voice as he said:\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you describe this horse?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt was a grey horse. It has a large black spot on its left shoulder.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you describe this horse?\u201d", "context": "\u201cI drove there. I don\u2019t know how Adelaide went.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou drove there?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I had Arthur harness up his horse for me and I drove there.\u201d\n\nA moment of silence; then a slow awakening -- on the part of judge, jury, and prosecution -- to the fact that the case was taking a turn for which they were ill-prepared. To Mr. Moffat, it was a moment of intense self-congratulation, and something of the gratification he felt crept into his voice as he said:\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you describe this horse?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt was a grey horse. It has a large black spot on its left shoulder.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo what vehicle was it attached?\u201d\n\n\u201cTo a cutter -- my brother\u2019s cutter.\u201d\n\n\u201cWas that brother with you? Did he accompany you in your ride to The Whispering Pines?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I went quite alone.\u201d\n\nEntrancement had now seized upon every mind. Even if her testimony were not true, but merely the wanderings of a mind not fully restored, the interest of it was intense. Mr. Fox, glancing at the jury, saw there would be small use in questioning at this time the mental capacity of the witness. This was a story which all wished to hear. Perhaps he wished to hear it, too."}, {"quote": "\u201cIt was a grey horse. It has a large black spot on its left shoulder.\u201d", "context": "\u201cYes. I had Arthur harness up his horse for me and I drove there.\u201d\n\nA moment of silence; then a slow awakening -- on the part of judge, jury, and prosecution -- to the fact that the case was taking a turn for which they were ill-prepared. To Mr. Moffat, it was a moment of intense self-congratulation, and something of the gratification he felt crept into his voice as he said:\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you describe this horse?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt was a grey horse. It has a large black spot on its left shoulder.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo what vehicle was it attached?\u201d\n\n\u201cTo a cutter -- my brother\u2019s cutter.\u201d\n\n\u201cWas that brother with you? Did he accompany you in your ride to The Whispering Pines?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I went quite alone.\u201d\n\nEntrancement had now seized upon every mind. Even if her testimony were not true, but merely the wanderings of a mind not fully restored, the interest of it was intense. Mr. Fox, glancing at the jury, saw there would be small use in questioning at this time the mental capacity of the witness. This was a story which all wished to hear. Perhaps he wished to hear it, too."}, {"quote": "\u201cTo what vehicle was it attached?\u201d", "context": "A moment of silence; then a slow awakening -- on the part of judge, jury, and prosecution -- to the fact that the case was taking a turn for which they were ill-prepared. To Mr. Moffat, it was a moment of intense self-congratulation, and something of the gratification he felt crept into his voice as he said:\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you describe this horse?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt was a grey horse. It has a large black spot on its left shoulder.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo what vehicle was it attached?\u201d\n\n\u201cTo a cutter -- my brother\u2019s cutter.\u201d\n\n\u201cWas that brother with you? Did he accompany you in your ride to The Whispering Pines?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I went quite alone.\u201d\n\nEntrancement had now seized upon every mind. Even if her testimony were not true, but merely the wanderings of a mind not fully restored, the interest of it was intense. Mr. Fox, glancing at the jury, saw there would be small use in questioning at this time the mental capacity of the witness. This was a story which all wished to hear. Perhaps he wished to hear it, too."}, {"quote": "\u201cTo a cutter -- my brother\u2019s cutter.\u201d", "context": "A moment of silence; then a slow awakening -- on the part of judge, jury, and prosecution -- to the fact that the case was taking a turn for which they were ill-prepared. To Mr. Moffat, it was a moment of intense self-congratulation, and something of the gratification he felt crept into his voice as he said:\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you describe this horse?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt was a grey horse. It has a large black spot on its left shoulder.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo what vehicle was it attached?\u201d\n\n\u201cTo a cutter -- my brother\u2019s cutter.\u201d\n\n\u201cWas that brother with you? Did he accompany you in your ride to The Whispering Pines?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I went quite alone.\u201d\n\nEntrancement had now seized upon every mind. Even if her testimony were not true, but merely the wanderings of a mind not fully restored, the interest of it was intense. Mr. Fox, glancing at the jury, saw there would be small use in questioning at this time the mental capacity of the witness. This was a story which all wished to hear. Perhaps he wished to hear it, too."}, {"quote": "\u201cWas that brother with you? Did he accompany you in your ride to The Whispering Pines?\u201d", "context": "A moment of silence; then a slow awakening -- on the part of judge, jury, and prosecution -- to the fact that the case was taking a turn for which they were ill-prepared. To Mr. Moffat, it was a moment of intense self-congratulation, and something of the gratification he felt crept into his voice as he said:\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you describe this horse?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt was a grey horse. It has a large black spot on its left shoulder.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo what vehicle was it attached?\u201d\n\n\u201cTo a cutter -- my brother\u2019s cutter.\u201d\n\n\u201cWas that brother with you? Did he accompany you in your ride to The Whispering Pines?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I went quite alone.\u201d\n\nEntrancement had now seized upon every mind. Even if her testimony were not true, but merely the wanderings of a mind not fully restored, the interest of it was intense. Mr. Fox, glancing at the jury, saw there would be small use in questioning at this time the mental capacity of the witness. This was a story which all wished to hear. Perhaps he wished to hear it, too.\n\nMr. Moffat rose to more than his accustomed height. The light which sometimes visited his face when feeling, or a sense of power, was strongest in him, shone from his eye and irradiated his whole aspect as he inquired tellingly:"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, I went quite alone.\u201d", "context": "A moment of silence; then a slow awakening -- on the part of judge, jury, and prosecution -- to the fact that the case was taking a turn for which they were ill-prepared. To Mr. Moffat, it was a moment of intense self-congratulation, and something of the gratification he felt crept into his voice as he said:\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you describe this horse?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt was a grey horse. It has a large black spot on its left shoulder.\u201d\n\n\u201cTo what vehicle was it attached?\u201d\n\n\u201cTo a cutter -- my brother\u2019s cutter.\u201d\n\n\u201cWas that brother with you? Did he accompany you in your ride to The Whispering Pines?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I went quite alone.\u201d\n\nEntrancement had now seized upon every mind. Even if her testimony were not true, but merely the wanderings of a mind not fully restored, the interest of it was intense. Mr. Fox, glancing at the jury, saw there would be small use in questioning at this time the mental capacity of the witness. This was a story which all wished to hear. Perhaps he wished to hear it, too.\n\nMr. Moffat rose to more than his accustomed height. The light which sometimes visited his face when feeling, or a sense of power, was strongest in him, shone from his eye and irradiated his whole aspect as he inquired tellingly:"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd how did you return? With whom, and by what means, did you regain your own house?\u201d", "context": "Entrancement had now seized upon every mind. Even if her testimony were not true, but merely the wanderings of a mind not fully restored, the interest of it was intense. Mr. Fox, glancing at the jury, saw there would be small use in questioning at this time the mental capacity of the witness. This was a story which all wished to hear. Perhaps he wished to hear it, too.\n\nMr. Moffat rose to more than his accustomed height. The light which sometimes visited his face when feeling, or a sense of power, was strongest in him, shone from his eye and irradiated his whole aspect as he inquired tellingly:\n\n\u201cAnd how did you return? With whom, and by what means, did you regain your own house?\u201d\n\nThe answer came, with simple directness:\n\n\u201cIn the same way I went. I drove back in my brother\u2019s cutter and being all alone just as before, I put the horse away myself, and went into my empty home and up to Adelaide\u2019s room, where I lost consciousness.\u201d\n\nThe excitement, which had been seething, broke out as she ceased; but the judge did not need to use his gavel, or the officers of the court exert their authority. At Mr. Moffat\u2019s lifted hand, the turmoil ceased as if by magic."}, {"quote": "\u201cIn the same way I went. I drove back in my brother\u2019s cutter and being all alone just as before, I put the horse away myself, and went into my empty home and up to Adelaide\u2019s room, where I lost consciousness.\u201d", "context": "Entrancement had now seized upon every mind. Even if her testimony were not true, but merely the wanderings of a mind not fully restored, the interest of it was intense. Mr. Fox, glancing at the jury, saw there would be small use in questioning at this time the mental capacity of the witness. This was a story which all wished to hear. Perhaps he wished to hear it, too.\n\nMr. Moffat rose to more than his accustomed height. The light which sometimes visited his face when feeling, or a sense of power, was strongest in him, shone from his eye and irradiated his whole aspect as he inquired tellingly:\n\n\u201cAnd how did you return? With whom, and by what means, did you regain your own house?\u201d\n\nThe answer came, with simple directness:\n\n\u201cIn the same way I went. I drove back in my brother\u2019s cutter and being all alone just as before, I put the horse away myself, and went into my empty home and up to Adelaide\u2019s room, where I lost consciousness.\u201d\n\nThe excitement, which had been seething, broke out as she ceased; but the judge did not need to use his gavel, or the officers of the court exert their authority. At Mr. Moffat\u2019s lifted hand, the turmoil ceased as if by magic.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, do you often ride out alone on nights like that?\u201d\n\n\u201cI never did before. I would not have dared to do it then, if I had not taken a certain precaution.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd what was this precaution?\u201d\n\n\u201cI wore an old coat of my brother\u2019s over my dress, and one of his hats on my head.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cMiss Cumberland, do you often ride out alone on nights like that?\u201d", "context": "\u201cIn the same way I went. I drove back in my brother\u2019s cutter and being all alone just as before, I put the horse away myself, and went into my empty home and up to Adelaide\u2019s room, where I lost consciousness.\u201d\n\nThe excitement, which had been seething, broke out as she ceased; but the judge did not need to use his gavel, or the officers of the court exert their authority. At Mr. Moffat\u2019s lifted hand, the turmoil ceased as if by magic.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, do you often ride out alone on nights like that?\u201d\n\n\u201cI never did before. I would not have dared to do it then, if I had not taken a certain precaution.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd what was this precaution?\u201d\n\n\u201cI wore an old coat of my brother\u2019s over my dress, and one of his hats on my head.\u201d\n\nIt was out -- the fact for the suppression of which I had suffered arrest without a word; because of which Arthur had gone even further, and submitted to trial with the same constancy. Instinctively, his eyes and mine met, and, at that moment, there was established between us an understanding that was in strong contrast to the surrounding turmoil, which now exceeded all limits, as the highly wrought up spectators realised that these statements, if corroborated, destroyed one of the strongest points which had been made by the prosecution. This caused a stay in the proceedings until order was partially restored, and the judge\u2019s voice could be heard in a warning that the court-room would be cleared of all spectators if this break of decorum was repeated."}, {"quote": "\u201cI never did before. I would not have dared to do it then, if I had not taken a certain precaution.\u201d", "context": "\u201cIn the same way I went. I drove back in my brother\u2019s cutter and being all alone just as before, I put the horse away myself, and went into my empty home and up to Adelaide\u2019s room, where I lost consciousness.\u201d\n\nThe excitement, which had been seething, broke out as she ceased; but the judge did not need to use his gavel, or the officers of the court exert their authority. At Mr. Moffat\u2019s lifted hand, the turmoil ceased as if by magic.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, do you often ride out alone on nights like that?\u201d\n\n\u201cI never did before. I would not have dared to do it then, if I had not taken a certain precaution.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd what was this precaution?\u201d\n\n\u201cI wore an old coat of my brother\u2019s over my dress, and one of his hats on my head.\u201d\n\nIt was out -- the fact for the suppression of which I had suffered arrest without a word; because of which Arthur had gone even further, and submitted to trial with the same constancy. Instinctively, his eyes and mine met, and, at that moment, there was established between us an understanding that was in strong contrast to the surrounding turmoil, which now exceeded all limits, as the highly wrought up spectators realised that these statements, if corroborated, destroyed one of the strongest points which had been made by the prosecution. This caused a stay in the proceedings until order was partially restored, and the judge\u2019s voice could be heard in a warning that the court-room would be cleared of all spectators if this break of decorum was repeated."}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd what was this precaution?\u201d", "context": "\u201cIn the same way I went. I drove back in my brother\u2019s cutter and being all alone just as before, I put the horse away myself, and went into my empty home and up to Adelaide\u2019s room, where I lost consciousness.\u201d\n\nThe excitement, which had been seething, broke out as she ceased; but the judge did not need to use his gavel, or the officers of the court exert their authority. At Mr. Moffat\u2019s lifted hand, the turmoil ceased as if by magic.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, do you often ride out alone on nights like that?\u201d\n\n\u201cI never did before. I would not have dared to do it then, if I had not taken a certain precaution.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd what was this precaution?\u201d\n\n\u201cI wore an old coat of my brother\u2019s over my dress, and one of his hats on my head.\u201d\n\nIt was out -- the fact for the suppression of which I had suffered arrest without a word; because of which Arthur had gone even further, and submitted to trial with the same constancy. Instinctively, his eyes and mine met, and, at that moment, there was established between us an understanding that was in strong contrast to the surrounding turmoil, which now exceeded all limits, as the highly wrought up spectators realised that these statements, if corroborated, destroyed one of the strongest points which had been made by the prosecution. This caused a stay in the proceedings until order was partially restored, and the judge\u2019s voice could be heard in a warning that the court-room would be cleared of all spectators if this break of decorum was repeated."}, {"quote": "\u201cI wore an old coat of my brother\u2019s over my dress, and one of his hats on my head.\u201d", "context": "\u201cIn the same way I went. I drove back in my brother\u2019s cutter and being all alone just as before, I put the horse away myself, and went into my empty home and up to Adelaide\u2019s room, where I lost consciousness.\u201d\n\nThe excitement, which had been seething, broke out as she ceased; but the judge did not need to use his gavel, or the officers of the court exert their authority. At Mr. Moffat\u2019s lifted hand, the turmoil ceased as if by magic.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, do you often ride out alone on nights like that?\u201d\n\n\u201cI never did before. I would not have dared to do it then, if I had not taken a certain precaution.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd what was this precaution?\u201d\n\n\u201cI wore an old coat of my brother\u2019s over my dress, and one of his hats on my head.\u201d\n\nIt was out -- the fact for the suppression of which I had suffered arrest without a word; because of which Arthur had gone even further, and submitted to trial with the same constancy. Instinctively, his eyes and mine met, and, at that moment, there was established between us an understanding that was in strong contrast to the surrounding turmoil, which now exceeded all limits, as the highly wrought up spectators realised that these statements, if corroborated, destroyed one of the strongest points which had been made by the prosecution. This caused a stay in the proceedings until order was partially restored, and the judge\u2019s voice could be heard in a warning that the court-room would be cleared of all spectators if this break of decorum was repeated."}, {"quote": "\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you now give the jury the full particulars of that evening\u2019s occurrences, as witnessed by yourself. Begin your relation, if you please, with an account of the last meal you had together.\u201d", "context": "Was there no way to stop it? The district attorney gave no evidence of suspecting any issue of this sort, nor did the friendly and humane judge. Only the scheming Moffat knew to what all this was tending, and Moffat could not be trusted. The case was his and he would gain it if he could. Tender and obliging as he was in his treatment of the witness, there was iron under the velvet of his glove. This was his reputation; and this I must now see exemplified before me, without the power to stop it. The consideration with which he approached his subject did not deceive me.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you now give the jury the full particulars of that evening\u2019s occurrences, as witnessed by yourself. Begin your relation, if you please, with an account of the last meal you had together.\u201d\n\nCarmel hesitated. Her youth -- her conscience, perhaps -- shrank in manifest distress from this inquisition.\n\n\u201cAsk me a question,\u201d she prayed. \u201cI do not know how to begin.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery well. Who were seated at the dinner-table that night?\u201d\n\n\u201cMy sister, my brother, Mr. Ranelagh, and myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid anything uncommon happen during the meal?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my sister ordered wine, and had our glasses all filled. She never drank wine herself, but she had her glass filled also. Then she dismissed Helen, the waitress; and when the girl was gone, she rose and held up her glass, and invited us to do the same. \u2018We will drink to my coming marriage,\u2019 said she; but when we had done this, she turned upon Arthur, with bitter words about his habits, and, declaring that another bottle of wine should never be opened again in the house, unclosed her fingers and let her glass drop on the table where it broke. Arthur then let his fall, and I mine. We all three let our glasses fall and break.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAsk me a question,", "context": "Was there no way to stop it? The district attorney gave no evidence of suspecting any issue of this sort, nor did the friendly and humane judge. Only the scheming Moffat knew to what all this was tending, and Moffat could not be trusted. The case was his and he would gain it if he could. Tender and obliging as he was in his treatment of the witness, there was iron under the velvet of his glove. This was his reputation; and this I must now see exemplified before me, without the power to stop it. The consideration with which he approached his subject did not deceive me.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you now give the jury the full particulars of that evening\u2019s occurrences, as witnessed by yourself. Begin your relation, if you please, with an account of the last meal you had together.\u201d\n\nCarmel hesitated. Her youth -- her conscience, perhaps -- shrank in manifest distress from this inquisition.\n\n\u201cAsk me a question,\u201d she prayed. \u201cI do not know how to begin.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery well. Who were seated at the dinner-table that night?\u201d\n\n\u201cMy sister, my brother, Mr. Ranelagh, and myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid anything uncommon happen during the meal?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my sister ordered wine, and had our glasses all filled. She never drank wine herself, but she had her glass filled also. Then she dismissed Helen, the waitress; and when the girl was gone, she rose and held up her glass, and invited us to do the same. \u2018We will drink to my coming marriage,\u2019 said she; but when we had done this, she turned upon Arthur, with bitter words about his habits, and, declaring that another bottle of wine should never be opened again in the house, unclosed her fingers and let her glass drop on the table where it broke. Arthur then let his fall, and I mine. We all three let our glasses fall and break.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI do not know how to begin.\u201d", "context": "Was there no way to stop it? The district attorney gave no evidence of suspecting any issue of this sort, nor did the friendly and humane judge. Only the scheming Moffat knew to what all this was tending, and Moffat could not be trusted. The case was his and he would gain it if he could. Tender and obliging as he was in his treatment of the witness, there was iron under the velvet of his glove. This was his reputation; and this I must now see exemplified before me, without the power to stop it. The consideration with which he approached his subject did not deceive me.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you now give the jury the full particulars of that evening\u2019s occurrences, as witnessed by yourself. Begin your relation, if you please, with an account of the last meal you had together.\u201d\n\nCarmel hesitated. Her youth -- her conscience, perhaps -- shrank in manifest distress from this inquisition.\n\n\u201cAsk me a question,\u201d she prayed. \u201cI do not know how to begin.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery well. Who were seated at the dinner-table that night?\u201d\n\n\u201cMy sister, my brother, Mr. Ranelagh, and myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid anything uncommon happen during the meal?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my sister ordered wine, and had our glasses all filled. She never drank wine herself, but she had her glass filled also. Then she dismissed Helen, the waitress; and when the girl was gone, she rose and held up her glass, and invited us to do the same. \u2018We will drink to my coming marriage,\u2019 said she; but when we had done this, she turned upon Arthur, with bitter words about his habits, and, declaring that another bottle of wine should never be opened again in the house, unclosed her fingers and let her glass drop on the table where it broke. Arthur then let his fall, and I mine. We all three let our glasses fall and break.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cVery well. Who were seated at the dinner-table that night?\u201d", "context": "Was there no way to stop it? The district attorney gave no evidence of suspecting any issue of this sort, nor did the friendly and humane judge. Only the scheming Moffat knew to what all this was tending, and Moffat could not be trusted. The case was his and he would gain it if he could. Tender and obliging as he was in his treatment of the witness, there was iron under the velvet of his glove. This was his reputation; and this I must now see exemplified before me, without the power to stop it. The consideration with which he approached his subject did not deceive me.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you now give the jury the full particulars of that evening\u2019s occurrences, as witnessed by yourself. Begin your relation, if you please, with an account of the last meal you had together.\u201d\n\nCarmel hesitated. Her youth -- her conscience, perhaps -- shrank in manifest distress from this inquisition.\n\n\u201cAsk me a question,\u201d she prayed. \u201cI do not know how to begin.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery well. Who were seated at the dinner-table that night?\u201d\n\n\u201cMy sister, my brother, Mr. Ranelagh, and myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid anything uncommon happen during the meal?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my sister ordered wine, and had our glasses all filled. She never drank wine herself, but she had her glass filled also. Then she dismissed Helen, the waitress; and when the girl was gone, she rose and held up her glass, and invited us to do the same. \u2018We will drink to my coming marriage,\u2019 said she; but when we had done this, she turned upon Arthur, with bitter words about his habits, and, declaring that another bottle of wine should never be opened again in the house, unclosed her fingers and let her glass drop on the table where it broke. Arthur then let his fall, and I mine. We all three let our glasses fall and break.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cMy sister, my brother, Mr. Ranelagh, and myself.\u201d", "context": "Was there no way to stop it? The district attorney gave no evidence of suspecting any issue of this sort, nor did the friendly and humane judge. Only the scheming Moffat knew to what all this was tending, and Moffat could not be trusted. The case was his and he would gain it if he could. Tender and obliging as he was in his treatment of the witness, there was iron under the velvet of his glove. This was his reputation; and this I must now see exemplified before me, without the power to stop it. The consideration with which he approached his subject did not deceive me.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you now give the jury the full particulars of that evening\u2019s occurrences, as witnessed by yourself. Begin your relation, if you please, with an account of the last meal you had together.\u201d\n\nCarmel hesitated. Her youth -- her conscience, perhaps -- shrank in manifest distress from this inquisition.\n\n\u201cAsk me a question,\u201d she prayed. \u201cI do not know how to begin.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery well. Who were seated at the dinner-table that night?\u201d\n\n\u201cMy sister, my brother, Mr. Ranelagh, and myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid anything uncommon happen during the meal?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my sister ordered wine, and had our glasses all filled. She never drank wine herself, but she had her glass filled also. Then she dismissed Helen, the waitress; and when the girl was gone, she rose and held up her glass, and invited us to do the same. \u2018We will drink to my coming marriage,\u2019 said she; but when we had done this, she turned upon Arthur, with bitter words about his habits, and, declaring that another bottle of wine should never be opened again in the house, unclosed her fingers and let her glass drop on the table where it broke. Arthur then let his fall, and I mine. We all three let our glasses fall and break.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cDid anything uncommon happen during the meal?\u201d", "context": "\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you now give the jury the full particulars of that evening\u2019s occurrences, as witnessed by yourself. Begin your relation, if you please, with an account of the last meal you had together.\u201d\n\nCarmel hesitated. Her youth -- her conscience, perhaps -- shrank in manifest distress from this inquisition.\n\n\u201cAsk me a question,\u201d she prayed. \u201cI do not know how to begin.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery well. Who were seated at the dinner-table that night?\u201d\n\n\u201cMy sister, my brother, Mr. Ranelagh, and myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid anything uncommon happen during the meal?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my sister ordered wine, and had our glasses all filled. She never drank wine herself, but she had her glass filled also. Then she dismissed Helen, the waitress; and when the girl was gone, she rose and held up her glass, and invited us to do the same. \u2018We will drink to my coming marriage,\u2019 said she; but when we had done this, she turned upon Arthur, with bitter words about his habits, and, declaring that another bottle of wine should never be opened again in the house, unclosed her fingers and let her glass drop on the table where it broke. Arthur then let his fall, and I mine. We all three let our glasses fall and break.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYes, my sister ordered wine, and had our glasses all filled. She never drank wine herself, but she had her glass filled also. Then she dismissed Helen, the waitress; and when the girl was gone, she rose and held up her glass, and invited us to do the same. \u2018We will drink to my coming marriage,\u2019 said she; but when we had done this, she turned upon Arthur, with bitter words about his habits, and, declaring that another bottle of wine should never be opened again in the house, unclosed her fingers and let her glass drop on the table where it broke. Arthur then let his fall, and I mine. We all three let our glasses fall and break.\u201d", "context": "\u201cMiss Cumberland, will you now give the jury the full particulars of that evening\u2019s occurrences, as witnessed by yourself. Begin your relation, if you please, with an account of the last meal you had together.\u201d\n\nCarmel hesitated. Her youth -- her conscience, perhaps -- shrank in manifest distress from this inquisition.\n\n\u201cAsk me a question,\u201d she prayed. \u201cI do not know how to begin.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery well. Who were seated at the dinner-table that night?\u201d\n\n\u201cMy sister, my brother, Mr. Ranelagh, and myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid anything uncommon happen during the meal?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my sister ordered wine, and had our glasses all filled. She never drank wine herself, but she had her glass filled also. Then she dismissed Helen, the waitress; and when the girl was gone, she rose and held up her glass, and invited us to do the same. \u2018We will drink to my coming marriage,\u2019 said she; but when we had done this, she turned upon Arthur, with bitter words about his habits, and, declaring that another bottle of wine should never be opened again in the house, unclosed her fingers and let her glass drop on the table where it broke. Arthur then let his fall, and I mine. We all three let our glasses fall and break.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd Mr. Ranelagh?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe did not let his fall. He set it down on the cloth. He had not drank from it.\u201d\n\nClear, perfectly clear -- tallying with what we had heard from other sources. As this fact forced itself in upon the minds of the jury, new light shone in every eye and each and all waited eagerly for the next question.\n\nIt came with a quiet, if not insinuating, intonation.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, where were you looking when you let your glass fall?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd Mr. Ranelagh?\u201d", "context": "\u201cYes, my sister ordered wine, and had our glasses all filled. She never drank wine herself, but she had her glass filled also. Then she dismissed Helen, the waitress; and when the girl was gone, she rose and held up her glass, and invited us to do the same. \u2018We will drink to my coming marriage,\u2019 said she; but when we had done this, she turned upon Arthur, with bitter words about his habits, and, declaring that another bottle of wine should never be opened again in the house, unclosed her fingers and let her glass drop on the table where it broke. Arthur then let his fall, and I mine. We all three let our glasses fall and break.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd Mr. Ranelagh?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe did not let his fall. He set it down on the cloth. He had not drank from it.\u201d\n\nClear, perfectly clear -- tallying with what we had heard from other sources. As this fact forced itself in upon the minds of the jury, new light shone in every eye and each and all waited eagerly for the next question.\n\nIt came with a quiet, if not insinuating, intonation.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, where were you looking when you let your glass fall?\u201d\n\nMy heart gave a bound. I remembered that moment well. So did she, as could be seen from the tremulous flush and the determination with which she forced herself to speak."}, {"quote": "\u201cHe did not let his fall. He set it down on the cloth. He had not drank from it.\u201d", "context": "\u201cYes, my sister ordered wine, and had our glasses all filled. She never drank wine herself, but she had her glass filled also. Then she dismissed Helen, the waitress; and when the girl was gone, she rose and held up her glass, and invited us to do the same. \u2018We will drink to my coming marriage,\u2019 said she; but when we had done this, she turned upon Arthur, with bitter words about his habits, and, declaring that another bottle of wine should never be opened again in the house, unclosed her fingers and let her glass drop on the table where it broke. Arthur then let his fall, and I mine. We all three let our glasses fall and break.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd Mr. Ranelagh?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe did not let his fall. He set it down on the cloth. He had not drank from it.\u201d\n\nClear, perfectly clear -- tallying with what we had heard from other sources. As this fact forced itself in upon the minds of the jury, new light shone in every eye and each and all waited eagerly for the next question.\n\nIt came with a quiet, if not insinuating, intonation.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, where were you looking when you let your glass fall?\u201d\n\nMy heart gave a bound. I remembered that moment well. So did she, as could be seen from the tremulous flush and the determination with which she forced herself to speak."}, {"quote": "\u201cMiss Cumberland, where were you looking when you let your glass fall?\u201d", "context": "\u201cYes, my sister ordered wine, and had our glasses all filled. She never drank wine herself, but she had her glass filled also. Then she dismissed Helen, the waitress; and when the girl was gone, she rose and held up her glass, and invited us to do the same. \u2018We will drink to my coming marriage,\u2019 said she; but when we had done this, she turned upon Arthur, with bitter words about his habits, and, declaring that another bottle of wine should never be opened again in the house, unclosed her fingers and let her glass drop on the table where it broke. Arthur then let his fall, and I mine. We all three let our glasses fall and break.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd Mr. Ranelagh?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe did not let his fall. He set it down on the cloth. He had not drank from it.\u201d\n\nClear, perfectly clear -- tallying with what we had heard from other sources. As this fact forced itself in upon the minds of the jury, new light shone in every eye and each and all waited eagerly for the next question.\n\nIt came with a quiet, if not insinuating, intonation.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, where were you looking when you let your glass fall?\u201d\n\nMy heart gave a bound. I remembered that moment well. So did she, as could be seen from the tremulous flush and the determination with which she forced herself to speak.\n\n\u201cAt Mr. Ranelagh,\u201d she answered, finally.\n\n\u201cNot at your brother?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd at whom was Mr. Ranelagh looking?\u201d\n\n\u201cAt -- at me.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot at your sister?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n\u201cWas anything said?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot then. With the dropping of the glasses, we all drew back from the table, and walked towards a little room where we sometimes sat before going into the library. Arthur went first, and Mr. Ranelagh and I followed, Adelaide coming last. We -- we went this way into the little room and -- what other question do you wish to ask?\u201d she finished, with a burning blush."}, {"quote": "\u201cAt Mr. Ranelagh,", "context": "Clear, perfectly clear -- tallying with what we had heard from other sources. As this fact forced itself in upon the minds of the jury, new light shone in every eye and each and all waited eagerly for the next question.\n\nIt came with a quiet, if not insinuating, intonation.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, where were you looking when you let your glass fall?\u201d\n\nMy heart gave a bound. I remembered that moment well. So did she, as could be seen from the tremulous flush and the determination with which she forced herself to speak.\n\n\u201cAt Mr. Ranelagh,\u201d she answered, finally.\n\n\u201cNot at your brother?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd at whom was Mr. Ranelagh looking?\u201d\n\n\u201cAt -- at me.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot at your sister?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n\u201cWas anything said?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot then. With the dropping of the glasses, we all drew back from the table, and walked towards a little room where we sometimes sat before going into the library. Arthur went first, and Mr. Ranelagh and I followed, Adelaide coming last. We -- we went this way into the little room and -- what other question do you wish to ask?\u201d she finished, with a burning blush."}, {"quote": "\u201cNot at your brother?\u201d", "context": "Clear, perfectly clear -- tallying with what we had heard from other sources. As this fact forced itself in upon the minds of the jury, new light shone in every eye and each and all waited eagerly for the next question.\n\nIt came with a quiet, if not insinuating, intonation.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, where were you looking when you let your glass fall?\u201d\n\nMy heart gave a bound. I remembered that moment well. So did she, as could be seen from the tremulous flush and the determination with which she forced herself to speak.\n\n\u201cAt Mr. Ranelagh,\u201d she answered, finally.\n\n\u201cNot at your brother?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd at whom was Mr. Ranelagh looking?\u201d\n\n\u201cAt -- at me.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot at your sister?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n\u201cWas anything said?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot then. With the dropping of the glasses, we all drew back from the table, and walked towards a little room where we sometimes sat before going into the library. Arthur went first, and Mr. Ranelagh and I followed, Adelaide coming last. We -- we went this way into the little room and -- what other question do you wish to ask?\u201d she finished, with a burning blush."}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd at whom was Mr. Ranelagh looking?\u201d", "context": "Clear, perfectly clear -- tallying with what we had heard from other sources. As this fact forced itself in upon the minds of the jury, new light shone in every eye and each and all waited eagerly for the next question.\n\nIt came with a quiet, if not insinuating, intonation.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, where were you looking when you let your glass fall?\u201d\n\nMy heart gave a bound. I remembered that moment well. So did she, as could be seen from the tremulous flush and the determination with which she forced herself to speak.\n\n\u201cAt Mr. Ranelagh,\u201d she answered, finally.\n\n\u201cNot at your brother?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd at whom was Mr. Ranelagh looking?\u201d\n\n\u201cAt -- at me.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot at your sister?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n\u201cWas anything said?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot then. With the dropping of the glasses, we all drew back from the table, and walked towards a little room where we sometimes sat before going into the library. Arthur went first, and Mr. Ranelagh and I followed, Adelaide coming last. We -- we went this way into the little room and -- what other question do you wish to ask?\u201d she finished, with a burning blush.\n\nMr. Moffat was equal to the appeal."}, {"quote": "\u201cAt -- at me.\u201d", "context": "Clear, perfectly clear -- tallying with what we had heard from other sources. As this fact forced itself in upon the minds of the jury, new light shone in every eye and each and all waited eagerly for the next question.\n\nIt came with a quiet, if not insinuating, intonation.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, where were you looking when you let your glass fall?\u201d\n\nMy heart gave a bound. I remembered that moment well. So did she, as could be seen from the tremulous flush and the determination with which she forced herself to speak.\n\n\u201cAt Mr. Ranelagh,\u201d she answered, finally.\n\n\u201cNot at your brother?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd at whom was Mr. Ranelagh looking?\u201d\n\n\u201cAt -- at me.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot at your sister?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n\u201cWas anything said?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot then. With the dropping of the glasses, we all drew back from the table, and walked towards a little room where we sometimes sat before going into the library. Arthur went first, and Mr. Ranelagh and I followed, Adelaide coming last. We -- we went this way into the little room and -- what other question do you wish to ask?\u201d she finished, with a burning blush.\n\nMr. Moffat was equal to the appeal."}, {"quote": "\u201cNot at your sister?\u201d", "context": "It came with a quiet, if not insinuating, intonation.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, where were you looking when you let your glass fall?\u201d\n\nMy heart gave a bound. I remembered that moment well. So did she, as could be seen from the tremulous flush and the determination with which she forced herself to speak.\n\n\u201cAt Mr. Ranelagh,\u201d she answered, finally.\n\n\u201cNot at your brother?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd at whom was Mr. Ranelagh looking?\u201d\n\n\u201cAt -- at me.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot at your sister?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n\u201cWas anything said?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot then. With the dropping of the glasses, we all drew back from the table, and walked towards a little room where we sometimes sat before going into the library. Arthur went first, and Mr. Ranelagh and I followed, Adelaide coming last. We -- we went this way into the little room and -- what other question do you wish to ask?\u201d she finished, with a burning blush.\n\nMr. Moffat was equal to the appeal.\n\n\u201cDid anything happen? Did Mr. Ranelagh speak to you or you to him, or did your sister Adelaide speak?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWas anything said?\u201d", "context": "It came with a quiet, if not insinuating, intonation.\n\n\u201cMiss Cumberland, where were you looking when you let your glass fall?\u201d\n\nMy heart gave a bound. I remembered that moment well. So did she, as could be seen from the tremulous flush and the determination with which she forced herself to speak.\n\n\u201cAt Mr. Ranelagh,\u201d she answered, finally.\n\n\u201cNot at your brother?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd at whom was Mr. Ranelagh looking?\u201d\n\n\u201cAt -- at me.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot at your sister?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d\n\n\u201cWas anything said?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot then. With the dropping of the glasses, we all drew back from the table, and walked towards a little room where we sometimes sat before going into the library. Arthur went first, and Mr. Ranelagh and I followed, Adelaide coming last. We -- we went this way into the little room and -- what other question do you wish to ask?\u201d she finished, with a burning blush.\n\nMr. Moffat was equal to the appeal.\n\n\u201cDid anything happen? Did Mr. Ranelagh speak to you or you to him, or did your sister Adelaide speak?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou, you fool Ivanushka,", "context": "Then I thought of you. Ah, my own, my darling, it is often that I think of you and feel my heart sink. How is it that YOU are so unfortunate, Barbara? How is it that YOU are so much worse off than other people? In my eyes you are kind-hearted, beautiful, and clever -- why, then, has such an evil fate fallen to your lot? How comes it that you are left desolate -- you, so good a human being! While to others happiness comes without an invitation at all? Yes, I know -- I know it well -- that I ought not to say it, for to do so savours of free-thought; but why should that raven, Fate, croak out upon the fortunes of one person while she is yet in her mother\u2019s womb, while another person it permits to go forth in happiness from the home which has reared her? To even an idiot of an Ivanushka such happiness is sometimes granted. \u201cYou, you fool Ivanushka,\u201d says Fate, \u201cshall succeed to your grandfather\u2019s money-bags, and eat, drink, and be merry; whereas YOU (such and such another one) shall do no more than lick the dish, since that is all that you are good for.\u201d Yes, I know that it is wrong to hold such opinions, but involuntarily the sin of so doing grows upon one\u2019s soul. Nevertheless, it is you, my darling, who ought to be riding in one of those carriages. Generals would have come seeking your favour, and, instead of being clad in a humble cotton dress, you would have been walking in silken and golden attire. Then you would not have been thin and wan as now, but fresh and plump and rosy-cheeked as a figure on a sugar-cake. Then should I too have been happy -- happy if only I could look at your lighted windows from the street, and watch your shadow -- happy if only I could think that you were well and happy, my sweet little bird! Yet how are things in reality? Not only have evil folk brought you to ruin, but there comes also an old rascal of a libertine to insult you! Just because he struts about in a frockcoat, and can ogle you through a gold-mounted lorgnette, the brute thinks that everything will fall into his hands -- that you are bound to listen to his insulting condescension! Out upon him! But why is this? It is because you are an orphan, it is because you are unprotected, it is because you have no powerful friend to afford you the decent support which is your due. WHAT do such facts matter to a man or to men to whom the insulting of an orphan is an offence allowed? Such fellows are not men at all, but mere vermin, no matter what they think themselves to be. Of that I am certain. Why, an organ-grinder whom I met in Gorokhovaia Street would inspire more respect than they do, for at least he walks about all day, and suffers hunger -- at least he looks for a stray, superfluous groat to earn him subsistence, and is, therefore, a true gentleman, in that he supports himself. To beg alms he would be ashamed; and, moreover, he works for the benefit of mankind just as does a factory machine."}, {"quote": "\u201cshall succeed to your grandfather\u2019s money-bags, and eat, drink, and be merry; whereas YOU (such and such another one) shall do no more than lick the dish, since that is all that you are good for.", "context": "Then I thought of you. Ah, my own, my darling, it is often that I think of you and feel my heart sink. How is it that YOU are so unfortunate, Barbara? How is it that YOU are so much worse off than other people? In my eyes you are kind-hearted, beautiful, and clever -- why, then, has such an evil fate fallen to your lot? How comes it that you are left desolate -- you, so good a human being! While to others happiness comes without an invitation at all? Yes, I know -- I know it well -- that I ought not to say it, for to do so savours of free-thought; but why should that raven, Fate, croak out upon the fortunes of one person while she is yet in her mother\u2019s womb, while another person it permits to go forth in happiness from the home which has reared her? To even an idiot of an Ivanushka such happiness is sometimes granted. \u201cYou, you fool Ivanushka,\u201d says Fate, \u201cshall succeed to your grandfather\u2019s money-bags, and eat, drink, and be merry; whereas YOU (such and such another one) shall do no more than lick the dish, since that is all that you are good for.\u201d Yes, I know that it is wrong to hold such opinions, but involuntarily the sin of so doing grows upon one\u2019s soul. Nevertheless, it is you, my darling, who ought to be riding in one of those carriages. Generals would have come seeking your favour, and, instead of being clad in a humble cotton dress, you would have been walking in silken and golden attire. Then you would not have been thin and wan as now, but fresh and plump and rosy-cheeked as a figure on a sugar-cake. Then should I too have been happy -- happy if only I could look at your lighted windows from the street, and watch your shadow -- happy if only I could think that you were well and happy, my sweet little bird! Yet how are things in reality? Not only have evil folk brought you to ruin, but there comes also an old rascal of a libertine to insult you! Just because he struts about in a frockcoat, and can ogle you through a gold-mounted lorgnette, the brute thinks that everything will fall into his hands -- that you are bound to listen to his insulting condescension! Out upon him! But why is this? It is because you are an orphan, it is because you are unprotected, it is because you have no powerful friend to afford you the decent support which is your due. WHAT do such facts matter to a man or to men to whom the insulting of an orphan is an offence allowed? Such fellows are not men at all, but mere vermin, no matter what they think themselves to be. Of that I am certain. Why, an organ-grinder whom I met in Gorokhovaia Street would inspire more respect than they do, for at least he walks about all day, and suffers hunger -- at least he looks for a stray, superfluous groat to earn him subsistence, and is, therefore, a true gentleman, in that he supports himself. To beg alms he would be ashamed; and, moreover, he works for the benefit of mankind just as does a factory machine."}, {"quote": "\u201cSo far as in me lies,", "context": "\u201d Yes, I know that it is wrong to hold such opinions, but involuntarily the sin of so doing grows upon one\u2019s soul. Nevertheless, it is you, my darling, who ought to be riding in one of those carriages. Generals would have come seeking your favour, and, instead of being clad in a humble cotton dress, you would have been walking in silken and golden attire. Then you would not have been thin and wan as now, but fresh and plump and rosy-cheeked as a figure on a sugar-cake. Then should I too have been happy -- happy if only I could look at your lighted windows from the street, and watch your shadow -- happy if only I could think that you were well and happy, my sweet little bird! Yet how are things in reality? Not only have evil folk brought you to ruin, but there comes also an old rascal of a libertine to insult you! Just because he struts about in a frockcoat, and can ogle you through a gold-mounted lorgnette, the brute thinks that everything will fall into his hands -- that you are bound to listen to his insulting condescension! Out upon him! But why is this? It is because you are an orphan, it is because you are unprotected, it is because you have no powerful friend to afford you the decent support which is your due. WHAT do such facts matter to a man or to men to whom the insulting of an orphan is an offence allowed? Such fellows are not men at all, but mere vermin, no matter what they think themselves to be. Of that I am certain. Why, an organ-grinder whom I met in Gorokhovaia Street would inspire more respect than they do, for at least he walks about all day, and suffers hunger -- at least he looks for a stray, superfluous groat to earn him subsistence, and is, therefore, a true gentleman, in that he supports himself. To beg alms he would be ashamed; and, moreover, he works for the benefit of mankind just as does a factory machine. \u201cSo far as in me lies,\u201d says he, \u201cI will give you pleasure.\u201d True, he is a pauper, and nothing but a pauper; but, at least he is an HONOURABLE pauper. Though tired and hungry, he still goes on working -- working in his own peculiar fashion, yet still doing honest labour. Yes, many a decent fellow whose labour may be disproportionate to its utility pulls the forelock to no one, and begs his bread of no one. I myself resemble that organ-grinder. That is to say, though not exactly he, I resemble him in this respect, that I work according to my capabilities, and so far as in me lies. More could be asked of no one; nor ought I to be adjudged to do more."}, {"quote": "\u201cI will give you pleasure.", "context": "\u201d Yes, I know that it is wrong to hold such opinions, but involuntarily the sin of so doing grows upon one\u2019s soul. Nevertheless, it is you, my darling, who ought to be riding in one of those carriages. Generals would have come seeking your favour, and, instead of being clad in a humble cotton dress, you would have been walking in silken and golden attire. Then you would not have been thin and wan as now, but fresh and plump and rosy-cheeked as a figure on a sugar-cake. Then should I too have been happy -- happy if only I could look at your lighted windows from the street, and watch your shadow -- happy if only I could think that you were well and happy, my sweet little bird! Yet how are things in reality? Not only have evil folk brought you to ruin, but there comes also an old rascal of a libertine to insult you! Just because he struts about in a frockcoat, and can ogle you through a gold-mounted lorgnette, the brute thinks that everything will fall into his hands -- that you are bound to listen to his insulting condescension! Out upon him! But why is this? It is because you are an orphan, it is because you are unprotected, it is because you have no powerful friend to afford you the decent support which is your due. WHAT do such facts matter to a man or to men to whom the insulting of an orphan is an offence allowed? Such fellows are not men at all, but mere vermin, no matter what they think themselves to be. Of that I am certain. Why, an organ-grinder whom I met in Gorokhovaia Street would inspire more respect than they do, for at least he walks about all day, and suffers hunger -- at least he looks for a stray, superfluous groat to earn him subsistence, and is, therefore, a true gentleman, in that he supports himself. To beg alms he would be ashamed; and, moreover, he works for the benefit of mankind just as does a factory machine. \u201cSo far as in me lies,\u201d says he, \u201cI will give you pleasure.\u201d True, he is a pauper, and nothing but a pauper; but, at least he is an HONOURABLE pauper. Though tired and hungry, he still goes on working -- working in his own peculiar fashion, yet still doing honest labour. Yes, many a decent fellow whose labour may be disproportionate to its utility pulls the forelock to no one, and begs his bread of no one. I myself resemble that organ-grinder. That is to say, though not exactly he, I resemble him in this respect, that I work according to my capabilities, and so far as in me lies. More could be asked of no one; nor ought I to be adjudged to do more."}, {"quote": "\u201cPl-please sign this.", "context": "Apropos of the organ-grinder, I may tell you, dearest, that today I experienced a double misfortune. As I was looking at the grinder, certain thoughts entered my head and I stood wrapped in a reverie. Some cabmen also had halted at the spot, as well as a young girl, with a yet smaller girl who was dressed in rags and tatters. These people had halted there to listen to the organ-grinder, who was playing in front of some one\u2019s windows. Next, I caught sight of a little urchin of about ten -- a boy who would have been good-looking but for the fact that his face was pinched and sickly. Almost barefooted, and clad only in a shirt, he was standing agape to listen to the music -- a pitiful childish figure. Nearer to the grinder a few more urchins were dancing, but in the case of this lad his hands and feet looked numbed, and he kept biting the end of his sleeve and shivering. Also, I noticed that in his hands he had a paper of some sort. Presently a gentleman came by, and tossed the grinder a small coin, which fell straight into a box adorned with a representation of a Frenchman and some ladies. The instant he heard the rattle of the coin, the boy started, looked timidly round, and evidently made up his mind that I had thrown the money; whereupon, he ran to me with his little hands all shaking, and said in a tremulous voice as he proffered me his paper: \u201cPl-please sign this.\u201d I turned over the paper, and saw that there was written on it what is usual under such circumstances. \u201cKind friends I am a sick mother with three hungry children. Pray help me. Though soon I shall be dead, yet, if you will not forget my little ones in this world, neither will I forget you in the world that is to come.\u201d The thing seemed clear enough; it was a matter of life and death. Yet what was I to give the lad? Well, I gave him nothing. But my heart ached for him. I am certain that, shivering with cold though he was, and perhaps hungry, the poor lad was not lying. No, no, he was not lying. The shameful point is that so many mothers take no care of their children, but send them out, half-clad, into the cold. Perhaps this lad\u2019s mother also was a feckless old woman, and devoid of character? Or perhaps she had no one to work for her, but was forced to sit with her legs crossed -- a veritable invalid? Or perhaps she was just an old rogue who was in the habit of sending out pinched and hungry boys to deceive the public? What would such a boy learn from begging letters? His heart would soon be rendered callous, for, as he ran about begging, people would pass him by and give him nothing. Yes, their hearts would be as stone, and their replies rough and harsh."}, {"quote": "\u201cKind friends I am a sick mother with three hungry children. Pray help me. Though soon I shall be dead, yet, if you will not forget my little ones in this world, neither will I forget you in the world that is to come.", "context": "Apropos of the organ-grinder, I may tell you, dearest, that today I experienced a double misfortune. As I was looking at the grinder, certain thoughts entered my head and I stood wrapped in a reverie. Some cabmen also had halted at the spot, as well as a young girl, with a yet smaller girl who was dressed in rags and tatters. These people had halted there to listen to the organ-grinder, who was playing in front of some one\u2019s windows. Next, I caught sight of a little urchin of about ten -- a boy who would have been good-looking but for the fact that his face was pinched and sickly. Almost barefooted, and clad only in a shirt, he was standing agape to listen to the music -- a pitiful childish figure. Nearer to the grinder a few more urchins were dancing, but in the case of this lad his hands and feet looked numbed, and he kept biting the end of his sleeve and shivering. Also, I noticed that in his hands he had a paper of some sort. Presently a gentleman came by, and tossed the grinder a small coin, which fell straight into a box adorned with a representation of a Frenchman and some ladies. The instant he heard the rattle of the coin, the boy started, looked timidly round, and evidently made up his mind that I had thrown the money; whereupon, he ran to me with his little hands all shaking, and said in a tremulous voice as he proffered me his paper: \u201cPl-please sign this.\u201d I turned over the paper, and saw that there was written on it what is usual under such circumstances. \u201cKind friends I am a sick mother with three hungry children. Pray help me. Though soon I shall be dead, yet, if you will not forget my little ones in this world, neither will I forget you in the world that is to come.\u201d The thing seemed clear enough; it was a matter of life and death. Yet what was I to give the lad? Well, I gave him nothing. But my heart ached for him. I am certain that, shivering with cold though he was, and perhaps hungry, the poor lad was not lying. No, no, he was not lying. The shameful point is that so many mothers take no care of their children, but send them out, half-clad, into the cold. Perhaps this lad\u2019s mother also was a feckless old woman, and devoid of character? Or perhaps she had no one to work for her, but was forced to sit with her legs crossed -- a veritable invalid? Or perhaps she was just an old rogue who was in the habit of sending out pinched and hungry boys to deceive the public? What would such a boy learn from begging letters? His heart would soon be rendered callous, for, as he ran about begging, people would pass him by and give him nothing. Yes, their hearts would be as stone, and their replies rough and harsh."}, {"quote": "\u201cAway with you!", "context": "\u201d The thing seemed clear enough; it was a matter of life and death. Yet what was I to give the lad? Well, I gave him nothing. But my heart ached for him. I am certain that, shivering with cold though he was, and perhaps hungry, the poor lad was not lying. No, no, he was not lying. The shameful point is that so many mothers take no care of their children, but send them out, half-clad, into the cold. Perhaps this lad\u2019s mother also was a feckless old woman, and devoid of character? Or perhaps she had no one to work for her, but was forced to sit with her legs crossed -- a veritable invalid? Or perhaps she was just an old rogue who was in the habit of sending out pinched and hungry boys to deceive the public? What would such a boy learn from begging letters? His heart would soon be rendered callous, for, as he ran about begging, people would pass him by and give him nothing. Yes, their hearts would be as stone, and their replies rough and harsh. \u201cAway with you!\u201d they would say. \u201cYou are seeking but to trick us.\u201d He would hear that from every one, and his heart would grow hard, and he would shiver in vain with the cold, like some poor little fledgling that has fallen out of the nest. His hands and feet would be freezing, and his breath coming with difficulty; until, look you, he would begin to cough, and disease, like an unclean parasite, would worm its way into his breast until death itself had overtaken him -- overtaken him in some foetid corner whence there was no chance of escape. Yes, that is what his life would become. There are many such cases. Ah, Barbara, it is hard to hear"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou are seeking but to trick us.", "context": "\u201d The thing seemed clear enough; it was a matter of life and death. Yet what was I to give the lad? Well, I gave him nothing. But my heart ached for him. I am certain that, shivering with cold though he was, and perhaps hungry, the poor lad was not lying. No, no, he was not lying. The shameful point is that so many mothers take no care of their children, but send them out, half-clad, into the cold. Perhaps this lad\u2019s mother also was a feckless old woman, and devoid of character? Or perhaps she had no one to work for her, but was forced to sit with her legs crossed -- a veritable invalid? Or perhaps she was just an old rogue who was in the habit of sending out pinched and hungry boys to deceive the public? What would such a boy learn from begging letters? His heart would soon be rendered callous, for, as he ran about begging, people would pass him by and give him nothing. Yes, their hearts would be as stone, and their replies rough and harsh. \u201cAway with you!\u201d they would say. \u201cYou are seeking but to trick us.\u201d He would hear that from every one, and his heart would grow hard, and he would shiver in vain with the cold, like some poor little fledgling that has fallen out of the nest. His hands and feet would be freezing, and his breath coming with difficulty; until, look you, he would begin to cough, and disease, like an unclean parasite, would worm its way into his breast until death itself had overtaken him -- overtaken him in some foetid corner whence there was no chance of escape. Yes, that is what his life would become. There are many such cases. Ah, Barbara, it is hard to hear"}, {"quote": "\u201cFor Christ\u2019s sake!", "context": "\u201d He would hear that from every one, and his heart would grow hard, and he would shiver in vain with the cold, like some poor little fledgling that has fallen out of the nest. His hands and feet would be freezing, and his breath coming with difficulty; until, look you, he would begin to cough, and disease, like an unclean parasite, would worm its way into his breast until death itself had overtaken him -- overtaken him in some foetid corner whence there was no chance of escape. Yes, that is what his life would become. There are many such cases. Ah, Barbara, it is hard to hear \u201cFor Christ\u2019s sake!\u201d and yet pass the suppliant by and give nothing, or say merely: \u201cMay the Lord give unto you!\u201d Of course, SOME supplications mean nothing (for supplications differ greatly in character). Occasionally supplications are long, drawn-out and drawling, stereotyped and mechanical -- they are purely begging supplications. Requests of this kind it is less hard to refuse, for they are purely professional and of long standing. \u201cThe beggar is overdoing it,\u201d one thinks to oneself."}, {"quote": "\u201cMay the Lord give unto you!", "context": "\u201d He would hear that from every one, and his heart would grow hard, and he would shiver in vain with the cold, like some poor little fledgling that has fallen out of the nest. His hands and feet would be freezing, and his breath coming with difficulty; until, look you, he would begin to cough, and disease, like an unclean parasite, would worm its way into his breast until death itself had overtaken him -- overtaken him in some foetid corner whence there was no chance of escape. Yes, that is what his life would become. There are many such cases. Ah, Barbara, it is hard to hear \u201cFor Christ\u2019s sake!\u201d and yet pass the suppliant by and give nothing, or say merely: \u201cMay the Lord give unto you!\u201d Of course, SOME supplications mean nothing (for supplications differ greatly in character). Occasionally supplications are long, drawn-out and drawling, stereotyped and mechanical -- they are purely begging supplications. Requests of this kind it is less hard to refuse, for they are purely professional and of long standing. \u201cThe beggar is overdoing it,\u201d one thinks to oneself. \u201cHe knows the trick too well.\u201d But there are other supplications which voice a strange, hoarse, unaccustomed note, like that today when I took the poor boy\u2019s paper. He had been standing by the kerbstone without speaking to anybody -- save that at last to myself he said,"}, {"quote": "\u201cThe beggar is overdoing it,", "context": "\u201d He would hear that from every one, and his heart would grow hard, and he would shiver in vain with the cold, like some poor little fledgling that has fallen out of the nest. His hands and feet would be freezing, and his breath coming with difficulty; until, look you, he would begin to cough, and disease, like an unclean parasite, would worm its way into his breast until death itself had overtaken him -- overtaken him in some foetid corner whence there was no chance of escape. Yes, that is what his life would become. There are many such cases. Ah, Barbara, it is hard to hear \u201cFor Christ\u2019s sake!\u201d and yet pass the suppliant by and give nothing, or say merely: \u201cMay the Lord give unto you!\u201d Of course, SOME supplications mean nothing (for supplications differ greatly in character). Occasionally supplications are long, drawn-out and drawling, stereotyped and mechanical -- they are purely begging supplications. Requests of this kind it is less hard to refuse, for they are purely professional and of long standing. \u201cThe beggar is overdoing it,\u201d one thinks to oneself. \u201cHe knows the trick too well.\u201d But there are other supplications which voice a strange, hoarse, unaccustomed note, like that today when I took the poor boy\u2019s paper. He had been standing by the kerbstone without speaking to anybody -- save that at last to myself he said, \u201cFor the love of Christ give me a groat!\u201d in a voice so hoarse and broken that I started, and felt a queer sensation in my heart, although I did not give him a groat. Indeed, I had not a groat on me. Rich folk dislike hearing poor people complain of their poverty. \u201cThey disturb us,\u201d they say,"}, {"quote": "\u201cHe knows the trick too well.", "context": "\u201d and yet pass the suppliant by and give nothing, or say merely: \u201cMay the Lord give unto you!\u201d Of course, SOME supplications mean nothing (for supplications differ greatly in character). Occasionally supplications are long, drawn-out and drawling, stereotyped and mechanical -- they are purely begging supplications. Requests of this kind it is less hard to refuse, for they are purely professional and of long standing. \u201cThe beggar is overdoing it,\u201d one thinks to oneself. \u201cHe knows the trick too well.\u201d But there are other supplications which voice a strange, hoarse, unaccustomed note, like that today when I took the poor boy\u2019s paper. He had been standing by the kerbstone without speaking to anybody -- save that at last to myself he said, \u201cFor the love of Christ give me a groat!\u201d in a voice so hoarse and broken that I started, and felt a queer sensation in my heart, although I did not give him a groat. Indeed, I had not a groat on me. Rich folk dislike hearing poor people complain of their poverty. \u201cThey disturb us,\u201d they say,"}, {"quote": "\u201cFor the love of Christ give me a groat!", "context": "\u201d Of course, SOME supplications mean nothing (for supplications differ greatly in character). Occasionally supplications are long, drawn-out and drawling, stereotyped and mechanical -- they are purely begging supplications. Requests of this kind it is less hard to refuse, for they are purely professional and of long standing. \u201cThe beggar is overdoing it,\u201d one thinks to oneself. \u201cHe knows the trick too well.\u201d But there are other supplications which voice a strange, hoarse, unaccustomed note, like that today when I took the poor boy\u2019s paper. He had been standing by the kerbstone without speaking to anybody -- save that at last to myself he said, \u201cFor the love of Christ give me a groat!\u201d in a voice so hoarse and broken that I started, and felt a queer sensation in my heart, although I did not give him a groat. Indeed, I had not a groat on me. Rich folk dislike hearing poor people complain of their poverty. \u201cThey disturb us,\u201d they say, \u201cand are impertinent as well. Why should poverty be so impertinent? Why should its hungry moans prevent us from sleeping?\u201d\n\nTo tell you the truth, my darling, I have written the foregoing not merely to relieve my feelings, but, also, still more, to give you an example of the excellent style in which I can write. You yourself will recognise that my style was formed long ago, but of late such fits of despondency have seized upon me that my style has begun to correspond to my feelings; and though I know that such correspondence gains one little, it at least renders one a certain justice. For not unfrequently it happens that, for some reason or another, one feels abased, and inclined to value oneself at nothing, and to account oneself lower than a dishclout; but this merely arises from the fact that at the time one is feeling harassed and depressed, like the poor boy who today asked of me alms. Let me tell you an allegory, dearest, and do you hearken to it. Often, as I hasten to the office in the morning, I look around me at the city -- I watch it awaking, getting out of bed, lighting its fires, cooking its breakfast, and becoming vocal; and at the sight, I begin to feel smaller, as though some one had dealt me a rap on my inquisitive nose. Yes, at such times I slink along with a sense of utter humiliation in my heart. For one would have but to see what is passing within those great, black, grimy houses of the capital, and to penetrate within their walls, for one at once to realise what good reason there is for self- depredation and heart-searching. Of course, you will note that I am speaking figuratively rather than literally. Let us look at what is passing within those houses. In some dingy corner, perhaps, in some damp kennel which is supposed to be a room, an artisan has just awakened from sleep. All night he has dreamt -- IF such an insignificant fellow is capable of dreaming? -- about the shoes which last night he mechanically cut out. He is a master-shoemaker, you see, and therefore able to think of nothing but his one subject of interest. Nearby are some squalling children and a hungry wife. Nor is he the only man that has to greet the day in this fashion. Indeed, the incident would be nothing -- it would not be worth writing about, save for another circumstance. In that same house ANOTHER person -- a person of great wealth -- may also have been dreaming of shoes; but, of shoes of a very different pattern and fashion (in a manner of speaking, if you understand my metaphor, we are all of us shoemakers). This, again, would be nothing, were it not that the rich person has no one to whisper in his ear:"}, {"quote": "\u201cand are impertinent as well. Why should poverty be so impertinent? Why should its hungry moans prevent us from sleeping?\u201d", "context": "\u201d But there are other supplications which voice a strange, hoarse, unaccustomed note, like that today when I took the poor boy\u2019s paper. He had been standing by the kerbstone without speaking to anybody -- save that at last to myself he said, \u201cFor the love of Christ give me a groat!\u201d in a voice so hoarse and broken that I started, and felt a queer sensation in my heart, although I did not give him a groat. Indeed, I had not a groat on me. Rich folk dislike hearing poor people complain of their poverty. \u201cThey disturb us,\u201d they say, \u201cand are impertinent as well. Why should poverty be so impertinent? Why should its hungry moans prevent us from sleeping?\u201d\n\nTo tell you the truth, my darling, I have written the foregoing not merely to relieve my feelings, but, also, still more, to give you an example of the excellent style in which I can write. You yourself will recognise that my style was formed long ago, but of late such fits of despondency have seized upon me that my style has begun to correspond to my feelings; and though I know that such correspondence gains one little, it at least renders one a certain justice. For not unfrequently it happens that, for some reason or another, one feels abased, and inclined to value oneself at nothing, and to account oneself lower than a dishclout; but this merely arises from the fact that at the time one is feeling harassed and depressed, like the poor boy who today asked of me alms. Let me tell you an allegory, dearest, and do you hearken to it. Often, as I hasten to the office in the morning, I look around me at the city -- I watch it awaking, getting out of bed, lighting its fires, cooking its breakfast, and becoming vocal; and at the sight, I begin to feel smaller, as though some one had dealt me a rap on my inquisitive nose. Yes, at such times I slink along with a sense of utter humiliation in my heart. For one would have but to see what is passing within those great, black, grimy houses of the capital, and to penetrate within their walls, for one at once to realise what good reason there is for self- depredation and heart-searching. Of course, you will note that I am speaking figuratively rather than literally. Let us look at what is passing within those houses. In some dingy corner, perhaps, in some damp kennel which is supposed to be a room, an artisan has just awakened from sleep. All night he has dreamt -- IF such an insignificant fellow is capable of dreaming? -- about the shoes which last night he mechanically cut out. He is a master-shoemaker, you see, and therefore able to think of nothing but his one subject of interest. Nearby are some squalling children and a hungry wife. Nor is he the only man that has to greet the day in this fashion. Indeed, the incident would be nothing -- it would not be worth writing about, save for another circumstance. In that same house ANOTHER person -- a person of great wealth -- may also have been dreaming of shoes; but, of shoes of a very different pattern and fashion (in a manner of speaking, if you understand my metaphor, we are all of us shoemakers). This, again, would be nothing, were it not that the rich person has no one to whisper in his ear:"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhy dost thou think of such things? Why dost thou think of thyself alone, and live only for thyself- -thou who art not a shoemaker? THY children are not ailing. THY wife is not hungry. Look around thee. Can\u2019st thou not find a subject more fitting for thy thoughts than thy shoes?", "context": "To tell you the truth, my darling, I have written the foregoing not merely to relieve my feelings, but, also, still more, to give you an example of the excellent style in which I can write. You yourself will recognise that my style was formed long ago, but of late such fits of despondency have seized upon me that my style has begun to correspond to my feelings; and though I know that such correspondence gains one little, it at least renders one a certain justice. For not unfrequently it happens that, for some reason or another, one feels abased, and inclined to value oneself at nothing, and to account oneself lower than a dishclout; but this merely arises from the fact that at the time one is feeling harassed and depressed, like the poor boy who today asked of me alms. Let me tell you an allegory, dearest, and do you hearken to it. Often, as I hasten to the office in the morning, I look around me at the city -- I watch it awaking, getting out of bed, lighting its fires, cooking its breakfast, and becoming vocal; and at the sight, I begin to feel smaller, as though some one had dealt me a rap on my inquisitive nose. Yes, at such times I slink along with a sense of utter humiliation in my heart. For one would have but to see what is passing within those great, black, grimy houses of the capital, and to penetrate within their walls, for one at once to realise what good reason there is for self- depredation and heart-searching. Of course, you will note that I am speaking figuratively rather than literally. Let us look at what is passing within those houses. In some dingy corner, perhaps, in some damp kennel which is supposed to be a room, an artisan has just awakened from sleep. All night he has dreamt -- IF such an insignificant fellow is capable of dreaming? -- about the shoes which last night he mechanically cut out. He is a master-shoemaker, you see, and therefore able to think of nothing but his one subject of interest. Nearby are some squalling children and a hungry wife. Nor is he the only man that has to greet the day in this fashion. Indeed, the incident would be nothing -- it would not be worth writing about, save for another circumstance. In that same house ANOTHER person -- a person of great wealth -- may also have been dreaming of shoes; but, of shoes of a very different pattern and fashion (in a manner of speaking, if you understand my metaphor, we are all of us shoemakers). This, again, would be nothing, were it not that the rich person has no one to whisper in his ear: \u201cWhy dost thou think of such things? Why dost thou think of thyself alone, and live only for thyself- -thou who art not a shoemaker? THY children are not ailing. THY wife is not hungry. Look around thee. Can\u2019st thou not find a subject more fitting for thy thoughts than thy shoes?\u201d That is what I want to say to you in allegorical language, Barbara. Maybe it savours a little of free- thought, dearest; but, such ideas WILL keep arising in my mind and finding utterance in impetuous speech. Why, therefore, should one not value oneself at a groat as one listens in fear and trembling to the roar and turmoil of the city? Maybe you think that I am exaggerating things -- that this is a mere whim of mine, or that I am quoting from a book? No, no, Barbara. You may rest assured that it is not so. Exaggeration I abhor, with whims I have nothing to do, and of quotation I am guiltless."}, {"quote": "\u201cWell, what is it, my good sir?", "context": "I arrived home today in a melancholy mood. Sitting down to the table, I had warmed myself some tea, and was about to drink a second glass of it, when there entered Gorshkov, the poor lodger. Already, this morning, I had noticed that he was hovering around the other lodgers, and also seeming to want to speak to myself. In passing I may say that his circumstances are infinitely worse than my own; for, only think of it, he has a wife and children! Indeed, if I were he, I do not know what I should do. Well, he entered my room, and bowed to me with the pus standing, as usual, in drops on his eyelashes, his feet shuffling about, and his tongue unable, at first, to articulate a word. I motioned him to a chair (it was a dilapidated enough one, but I had no other), and asked him to have a glass of tea. To this he demurred -- for quite a long time he demurred, but at length he accepted the offer. Next, he was for drinking the tea without sugar, and renewed his excuses, but upon the sugar I insisted. After long resistance and many refusals, he DID consent to take some, but only the smallest possible lump; after which, he assured me that his tea was perfectly sweet. To what depths of humility can poverty reduce a man! \u201cWell, what is it, my good sir?\u201d I inquired of him; whereupon he replied: \u201cIt is this, Makar Alexievitch. You have once before been my benefactor. Pray again show me the charity of God, and assist my unfortunate family. My wife and children have nothing to eat. To think that a father should have to say this!\u201d I was about to speak again when he interrupted me. \u201cYou see,\u201d he continued, \u201cI am afraid of the other lodgers here. That is to say, I am not so much afraid of, as ashamed to address them, for they are a proud, conceited lot of men. Nor would I have troubled even you, my friend and former benefactor, were it not that I know that you yourself have experienced misfortune and are in debt; wherefore, I have ventured to come and make this request of you, in that I know you not only to be kind-hearted, but also to be in need, and for that reason the more likely to sympathise with me in my distress"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt is this, Makar Alexievitch. You have once before been my benefactor. Pray again show me the charity of God, and assist my unfortunate family. My wife and children have nothing to eat. To think that a father should have to say this!", "context": "I arrived home today in a melancholy mood. Sitting down to the table, I had warmed myself some tea, and was about to drink a second glass of it, when there entered Gorshkov, the poor lodger. Already, this morning, I had noticed that he was hovering around the other lodgers, and also seeming to want to speak to myself. In passing I may say that his circumstances are infinitely worse than my own; for, only think of it, he has a wife and children! Indeed, if I were he, I do not know what I should do. Well, he entered my room, and bowed to me with the pus standing, as usual, in drops on his eyelashes, his feet shuffling about, and his tongue unable, at first, to articulate a word. I motioned him to a chair (it was a dilapidated enough one, but I had no other), and asked him to have a glass of tea. To this he demurred -- for quite a long time he demurred, but at length he accepted the offer. Next, he was for drinking the tea without sugar, and renewed his excuses, but upon the sugar I insisted. After long resistance and many refusals, he DID consent to take some, but only the smallest possible lump; after which, he assured me that his tea was perfectly sweet. To what depths of humility can poverty reduce a man! \u201cWell, what is it, my good sir?\u201d I inquired of him; whereupon he replied: \u201cIt is this, Makar Alexievitch. You have once before been my benefactor. Pray again show me the charity of God, and assist my unfortunate family. My wife and children have nothing to eat. To think that a father should have to say this!\u201d I was about to speak again when he interrupted me. \u201cYou see,\u201d he continued, \u201cI am afraid of the other lodgers here. That is to say, I am not so much afraid of, as ashamed to address them, for they are a proud, conceited lot of men. Nor would I have troubled even you, my friend and former benefactor, were it not that I know that you yourself have experienced misfortune and are in debt; wherefore, I have ventured to come and make this request of you, in that I know you not only to be kind-hearted, but also to be in need, and for that reason the more likely to sympathise with me in my distress"}, {"quote": "\u201cI am afraid of the other lodgers here. That is to say, I am not so much afraid of, as ashamed to address them, for they are a proud, conceited lot of men. Nor would I have troubled even you, my friend and former benefactor, were it not that I know that you yourself have experienced misfortune and are in debt; wherefore, I have ventured to come and make this request of you, in that I know you not only to be kind-hearted, but also to be in need, and for that reason the more likely to sympathise with me in my distress.", "context": "I arrived home today in a melancholy mood. Sitting down to the table, I had warmed myself some tea, and was about to drink a second glass of it, when there entered Gorshkov, the poor lodger. Already, this morning, I had noticed that he was hovering around the other lodgers, and also seeming to want to speak to myself. In passing I may say that his circumstances are infinitely worse than my own; for, only think of it, he has a wife and children! Indeed, if I were he, I do not know what I should do. Well, he entered my room, and bowed to me with the pus standing, as usual, in drops on his eyelashes, his feet shuffling about, and his tongue unable, at first, to articulate a word. I motioned him to a chair (it was a dilapidated enough one, but I had no other), and asked him to have a glass of tea. To this he demurred -- for quite a long time he demurred, but at length he accepted the offer. Next, he was for drinking the tea without sugar, and renewed his excuses, but upon the sugar I insisted. After long resistance and many refusals, he DID consent to take some, but only the smallest possible lump; after which, he assured me that his tea was perfectly sweet. To what depths of humility can poverty reduce a man! \u201cWell, what is it, my good sir?\u201d I inquired of him; whereupon he replied: \u201cIt is this, Makar Alexievitch. You have once before been my benefactor. Pray again show me the charity of God, and assist my unfortunate family. My wife and children have nothing to eat. To think that a father should have to say this!\u201d I was about to speak again when he interrupted me. \u201cYou see,\u201d he continued, \u201cI am afraid of the other lodgers here. That is to say, I am not so much afraid of, as ashamed to address them, for they are a proud, conceited lot of men. Nor would I have troubled even you, my friend and former benefactor, were it not that I know that you yourself have experienced misfortune and are in debt; wherefore, I have ventured to come and make this request of you, in that I know you not only to be kind-hearted, but also to be in need, and for that reason the more likely to sympathise with me in my distress.\u201d To this he added an apology for his awkwardness and presumption. I replied that, glad though I should have been to serve him, I had nothing, absolutely nothing, at my disposal. \u201cAh, Makar Alexievitch,\u201d he went on, \u201csurely it is not much that I am asking of you? My-my wife and children are starving. C-could you not afford me just a grivennik?\u201d At that my heart contracted, \u201cHow these people put me to shame"}, {"quote": "\u201cAh, Makar Alexievitch,", "context": "\u201cI am afraid of the other lodgers here. That is to say, I am not so much afraid of, as ashamed to address them, for they are a proud, conceited lot of men. Nor would I have troubled even you, my friend and former benefactor, were it not that I know that you yourself have experienced misfortune and are in debt; wherefore, I have ventured to come and make this request of you, in that I know you not only to be kind-hearted, but also to be in need, and for that reason the more likely to sympathise with me in my distress.\u201d To this he added an apology for his awkwardness and presumption. I replied that, glad though I should have been to serve him, I had nothing, absolutely nothing, at my disposal. \u201cAh, Makar Alexievitch,\u201d he went on, \u201csurely it is not much that I am asking of you? My-my wife and children are starving. C-could you not afford me just a grivennik?\u201d At that my heart contracted, \u201cHow these people put me to shame!\u201d thought I. But I had only twenty kopecks left, and upon them I had been counting for meeting my most pressing requirements. \u201cNo, good sir, I cannot,\u201d said I. \u201cWell, what you will,\u201d he persisted."}, {"quote": "\u201csurely it is not much that I am asking of you? My-my wife and children are starving. C-could you not afford me just a grivennik?", "context": "\u201cI am afraid of the other lodgers here. That is to say, I am not so much afraid of, as ashamed to address them, for they are a proud, conceited lot of men. Nor would I have troubled even you, my friend and former benefactor, were it not that I know that you yourself have experienced misfortune and are in debt; wherefore, I have ventured to come and make this request of you, in that I know you not only to be kind-hearted, but also to be in need, and for that reason the more likely to sympathise with me in my distress.\u201d To this he added an apology for his awkwardness and presumption. I replied that, glad though I should have been to serve him, I had nothing, absolutely nothing, at my disposal. \u201cAh, Makar Alexievitch,\u201d he went on, \u201csurely it is not much that I am asking of you? My-my wife and children are starving. C-could you not afford me just a grivennik?\u201d At that my heart contracted, \u201cHow these people put me to shame!\u201d thought I. But I had only twenty kopecks left, and upon them I had been counting for meeting my most pressing requirements. \u201cNo, good sir, I cannot,\u201d said I. \u201cWell, what you will,\u201d he persisted. \u201cPerhaps ten kopecks?\u201d Well I got out my cash-box, and gave him the twenty. It was a good deed. To think that such poverty should exist! Then I had some further talk with him. \u201cHow is it,\u201d I asked him,"}, {"quote": "\u201cHow these people put me to shame!", "context": "\u201cI am afraid of the other lodgers here. That is to say, I am not so much afraid of, as ashamed to address them, for they are a proud, conceited lot of men. Nor would I have troubled even you, my friend and former benefactor, were it not that I know that you yourself have experienced misfortune and are in debt; wherefore, I have ventured to come and make this request of you, in that I know you not only to be kind-hearted, but also to be in need, and for that reason the more likely to sympathise with me in my distress.\u201d To this he added an apology for his awkwardness and presumption. I replied that, glad though I should have been to serve him, I had nothing, absolutely nothing, at my disposal. \u201cAh, Makar Alexievitch,\u201d he went on, \u201csurely it is not much that I am asking of you? My-my wife and children are starving. C-could you not afford me just a grivennik?\u201d At that my heart contracted, \u201cHow these people put me to shame!\u201d thought I. But I had only twenty kopecks left, and upon them I had been counting for meeting my most pressing requirements. \u201cNo, good sir, I cannot,\u201d said I. \u201cWell, what you will,\u201d he persisted. \u201cPerhaps ten kopecks?\u201d Well I got out my cash-box, and gave him the twenty. It was a good deed. To think that such poverty should exist! Then I had some further talk with him. \u201cHow is it,\u201d I asked him,"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, good sir, I cannot,", "context": "\u201d To this he added an apology for his awkwardness and presumption. I replied that, glad though I should have been to serve him, I had nothing, absolutely nothing, at my disposal. \u201cAh, Makar Alexievitch,\u201d he went on, \u201csurely it is not much that I am asking of you? My-my wife and children are starving. C-could you not afford me just a grivennik?\u201d At that my heart contracted, \u201cHow these people put me to shame!\u201d thought I. But I had only twenty kopecks left, and upon them I had been counting for meeting my most pressing requirements. \u201cNo, good sir, I cannot,\u201d said I. \u201cWell, what you will,\u201d he persisted. \u201cPerhaps ten kopecks?\u201d Well I got out my cash-box, and gave him the twenty. It was a good deed. To think that such poverty should exist! Then I had some further talk with him. \u201cHow is it,\u201d I asked him, \u201cthat, though you are in such straits, you have hired a room at five roubles?\u201d He replied that though, when he engaged the room six months ago, he paid three months\u2019 rent in advance, his affairs had subsequently turned out badly, and never righted themselves since. You see, Barbara, he was sued at law by a merchant who had defrauded the Treasury in the matter of a contract. When the fraud was discovered the merchant was prosecuted, but the transactions in which he had engaged involved Gorshkov, although the latter had been guilty only of negligence, want of prudence, and culpable indifference to the Treasury\u2019s interests. True, the affair had taken place some years ago, but various obstacles had since combined to thwart Gorshkov."}, {"quote": "\u201cWell, what you will,", "context": "\u201cAh, Makar Alexievitch,\u201d he went on, \u201csurely it is not much that I am asking of you? My-my wife and children are starving. C-could you not afford me just a grivennik?\u201d At that my heart contracted, \u201cHow these people put me to shame!\u201d thought I. But I had only twenty kopecks left, and upon them I had been counting for meeting my most pressing requirements. \u201cNo, good sir, I cannot,\u201d said I. \u201cWell, what you will,\u201d he persisted. \u201cPerhaps ten kopecks?\u201d Well I got out my cash-box, and gave him the twenty. It was a good deed. To think that such poverty should exist! Then I had some further talk with him. \u201cHow is it,\u201d I asked him, \u201cthat, though you are in such straits, you have hired a room at five roubles?\u201d He replied that though, when he engaged the room six months ago, he paid three months\u2019 rent in advance, his affairs had subsequently turned out badly, and never righted themselves since. You see, Barbara, he was sued at law by a merchant who had defrauded the Treasury in the matter of a contract. When the fraud was discovered the merchant was prosecuted, but the transactions in which he had engaged involved Gorshkov, although the latter had been guilty only of negligence, want of prudence, and culpable indifference to the Treasury\u2019s interests. True, the affair had taken place some years ago, but various obstacles had since combined to thwart Gorshkov."}, {"quote": "\u201cPerhaps ten kopecks?", "context": "\u201d he went on, \u201csurely it is not much that I am asking of you? My-my wife and children are starving. C-could you not afford me just a grivennik?\u201d At that my heart contracted, \u201cHow these people put me to shame!\u201d thought I. But I had only twenty kopecks left, and upon them I had been counting for meeting my most pressing requirements. \u201cNo, good sir, I cannot,\u201d said I. \u201cWell, what you will,\u201d he persisted. \u201cPerhaps ten kopecks?\u201d Well I got out my cash-box, and gave him the twenty. It was a good deed. To think that such poverty should exist! Then I had some further talk with him. \u201cHow is it,\u201d I asked him, \u201cthat, though you are in such straits, you have hired a room at five roubles?\u201d He replied that though, when he engaged the room six months ago, he paid three months\u2019 rent in advance, his affairs had subsequently turned out badly, and never righted themselves since. You see, Barbara, he was sued at law by a merchant who had defrauded the Treasury in the matter of a contract. When the fraud was discovered the merchant was prosecuted, but the transactions in which he had engaged involved Gorshkov, although the latter had been guilty only of negligence, want of prudence, and culpable indifference to the Treasury\u2019s interests. True, the affair had taken place some years ago, but various obstacles had since combined to thwart Gorshkov."}, {"quote": "\u201cthat, though you are in such straits, you have hired a room at five roubles?", "context": "\u201d thought I. But I had only twenty kopecks left, and upon them I had been counting for meeting my most pressing requirements. \u201cNo, good sir, I cannot,\u201d said I. \u201cWell, what you will,\u201d he persisted. \u201cPerhaps ten kopecks?\u201d Well I got out my cash-box, and gave him the twenty. It was a good deed. To think that such poverty should exist! Then I had some further talk with him. \u201cHow is it,\u201d I asked him, \u201cthat, though you are in such straits, you have hired a room at five roubles?\u201d He replied that though, when he engaged the room six months ago, he paid three months\u2019 rent in advance, his affairs had subsequently turned out badly, and never righted themselves since. You see, Barbara, he was sued at law by a merchant who had defrauded the Treasury in the matter of a contract. When the fraud was discovered the merchant was prosecuted, but the transactions in which he had engaged involved Gorshkov, although the latter had been guilty only of negligence, want of prudence, and culpable indifference to the Treasury\u2019s interests. True, the affair had taken place some years ago, but various obstacles had since combined to thwart Gorshkov."}, {"quote": "\u201cOf the disgrace put upon me,", "context": "\u201d He replied that though, when he engaged the room six months ago, he paid three months\u2019 rent in advance, his affairs had subsequently turned out badly, and never righted themselves since. You see, Barbara, he was sued at law by a merchant who had defrauded the Treasury in the matter of a contract. When the fraud was discovered the merchant was prosecuted, but the transactions in which he had engaged involved Gorshkov, although the latter had been guilty only of negligence, want of prudence, and culpable indifference to the Treasury\u2019s interests. True, the affair had taken place some years ago, but various obstacles had since combined to thwart Gorshkov. \u201cOf the disgrace put upon me,\u201d said he to me, \u201cI am innocent. True, I to a certain extent disobeyed orders, but never did I commit theft or embezzlement.\u201d Nevertheless the affair lost him his character. He was dismissed the service, and though not adjudged capitally guilty, has been unable since to recover from the merchant a large sum of money which is his by right, as spared to him (Gorshkov) by the legal tribunal. True, the tribunal in question did not altogether believe in Gorshkov, but I do so. The matter is of a nature so complex and crooked that probably a hundred years would be insufficient to unravel it; and, though it has now to a certain extent been cleared up, the merchant still holds the key to the situation. Personally I side with Gorshkov, and am very sorry for him. Though lacking a post of any kind, he still refuses to despair, though his resources are completely exhausted. Yes, it is a tangled affair, and meanwhile he must live, for, unfortunately, another child which has been born to him has entailed upon the family fresh expenses. Also, another of his children recently fell ill and died -- which meant yet further expense. Lastly, not only is his wife in bad health, but he himself is suffering from a complaint of long standing. In short, he has had a very great deal to undergo. Yet he declares that daily he expects a favourable issue to his affair -- that he has no doubt of it whatever. I am terribly sorry for him, and said what I could to give him comfort, for he is a man who has been much bullied and misled. He had come to me for protection from his troubles, so I did my best to soothe him. Now, goodbye, my darling. May Christ watch over you and preserve your health. Dearest one, even to think of you is like medicine to my ailing soul. Though I suffer for you, I at least suffer gladly. -- Your true friend,"}, {"quote": "\u201cI am innocent. True, I to a certain extent disobeyed orders, but never did I commit theft or embezzlement.", "context": "\u201d He replied that though, when he engaged the room six months ago, he paid three months\u2019 rent in advance, his affairs had subsequently turned out badly, and never righted themselves since. You see, Barbara, he was sued at law by a merchant who had defrauded the Treasury in the matter of a contract. When the fraud was discovered the merchant was prosecuted, but the transactions in which he had engaged involved Gorshkov, although the latter had been guilty only of negligence, want of prudence, and culpable indifference to the Treasury\u2019s interests. True, the affair had taken place some years ago, but various obstacles had since combined to thwart Gorshkov. \u201cOf the disgrace put upon me,\u201d said he to me, \u201cI am innocent. True, I to a certain extent disobeyed orders, but never did I commit theft or embezzlement.\u201d Nevertheless the affair lost him his character. He was dismissed the service, and though not adjudged capitally guilty, has been unable since to recover from the merchant a large sum of money which is his by right, as spared to him (Gorshkov) by the legal tribunal. True, the tribunal in question did not altogether believe in Gorshkov, but I do so. The matter is of a nature so complex and crooked that probably a hundred years would be insufficient to unravel it; and, though it has now to a certain extent been cleared up, the merchant still holds the key to the situation. Personally I side with Gorshkov, and am very sorry for him. Though lacking a post of any kind, he still refuses to despair, though his resources are completely exhausted. Yes, it is a tangled affair, and meanwhile he must live, for, unfortunately, another child which has been born to him has entailed upon the family fresh expenses. Also, another of his children recently fell ill and died -- which meant yet further expense. Lastly, not only is his wife in bad health, but he himself is suffering from a complaint of long standing. In short, he has had a very great deal to undergo. Yet he declares that daily he expects a favourable issue to his affair -- that he has no doubt of it whatever. I am terribly sorry for him, and said what I could to give him comfort, for he is a man who has been much bullied and misled. He had come to me for protection from his troubles, so I did my best to soothe him. Now, goodbye, my darling. May Christ watch over you and preserve your health. Dearest one, even to think of you is like medicine to my ailing soul. Though I suffer for you, I at least suffer gladly. -- Your true friend,"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou've always had money in your pocket,", "context": "Invariably, on Saturday night, Billy poured his total wages into her lap. He never asked for an accounting of what she did with it, though he continually reiterated that he had never fed so well in his life. And always, the wages still untouched in her lap, she had him take out what he estimated he would need for spending money for the week to come. Not only did she bid him take plenty but she insisted on his taking any amount extra that he might desire at any time through the week. And, further, she insisted he should not tell her what it was for.\n\n\u201cYou've always had money in your pocket,\u201d she reminded him, \u201cand there's no reason marriage should change that. If it did, I'd wish I'd never married you. Oh, I know about men when they get together. First one treats and then another, and it takes money. Now if you can't treat just as freely as the rest of them, why I know you so well that I know you'd stay away from them. And that wouldn't be right... to you, I mean. I want you to be together with men. It's good for a man.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cand there's no reason marriage should change that. If it did, I'd wish I'd never married you. Oh, I know about men when they get together. First one treats and then another, and it takes money. Now if you can't treat just as freely as the rest of them, why I know you so well that I know you'd stay away from them. And that wouldn't be right... to you, I mean. I want you to be together with men. It's good for a man.\u201d", "context": "Invariably, on Saturday night, Billy poured his total wages into her lap. He never asked for an accounting of what she did with it, though he continually reiterated that he had never fed so well in his life. And always, the wages still untouched in her lap, she had him take out what he estimated he would need for spending money for the week to come. Not only did she bid him take plenty but she insisted on his taking any amount extra that he might desire at any time through the week. And, further, she insisted he should not tell her what it was for.\n\n\u201cYou've always had money in your pocket,\u201d she reminded him, \u201cand there's no reason marriage should change that. If it did, I'd wish I'd never married you. Oh, I know about men when they get together. First one treats and then another, and it takes money. Now if you can't treat just as freely as the rest of them, why I know you so well that I know you'd stay away from them. And that wouldn't be right... to you, I mean. I want you to be together with men. It's good for a man.\u201d\n\nAnd Billy buried her in his arms and swore she was the greatest little bit of woman that ever came down the pike.\n\n\u201cWhy,\u201d he jubilated; \u201cnot only do I feed better, and live more comfortable, and hold up my end with the fellows; but I'm actually saving money -- or you are for me. Here I am, with furniture being paid for regular every month, and a little woman I'm mad over, and on top of it money in the bank. How much is it now?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cnot only do I feed better, and live more comfortable, and hold up my end with the fellows; but I'm actually saving money -- or you are for me. Here I am, with furniture being paid for regular every month, and a little woman I'm mad over, and on top of it money in the bank. How much is it now?\u201d", "context": "\u201cand there's no reason marriage should change that. If it did, I'd wish I'd never married you. Oh, I know about men when they get together. First one treats and then another, and it takes money. Now if you can't treat just as freely as the rest of them, why I know you so well that I know you'd stay away from them. And that wouldn't be right... to you, I mean. I want you to be together with men. It's good for a man.\u201d\n\nAnd Billy buried her in his arms and swore she was the greatest little bit of woman that ever came down the pike.\n\n\u201cWhy,\u201d he jubilated; \u201cnot only do I feed better, and live more comfortable, and hold up my end with the fellows; but I'm actually saving money -- or you are for me. Here I am, with furniture being paid for regular every month, and a little woman I'm mad over, and on top of it money in the bank. How much is it now?\u201d\n\n\u201cSixty-two dollars,\u201d she told him. \u201cNot so bad for a rainy day. You might get sick, or hurt, or something happen.\u201d\n\nIt was in mid-winter, when Billy, with quite a deal of obvious reluctance, broached a money matter to Saxon. His old friend, Billy Murphy, was laid up with la grippe, and one of his children, playing in the street, had been seriously injured by a passing wagon. Billy Murphy, still feeble after two weeks in bed, had asked Billy for the loan of fifty dollars."}, {"quote": "\u201cSixty-two dollars,", "context": "And Billy buried her in his arms and swore she was the greatest little bit of woman that ever came down the pike.\n\n\u201cWhy,\u201d he jubilated; \u201cnot only do I feed better, and live more comfortable, and hold up my end with the fellows; but I'm actually saving money -- or you are for me. Here I am, with furniture being paid for regular every month, and a little woman I'm mad over, and on top of it money in the bank. How much is it now?\u201d\n\n\u201cSixty-two dollars,\u201d she told him. \u201cNot so bad for a rainy day. You might get sick, or hurt, or something happen.\u201d\n\nIt was in mid-winter, when Billy, with quite a deal of obvious reluctance, broached a money matter to Saxon. His old friend, Billy Murphy, was laid up with la grippe, and one of his children, playing in the street, had been seriously injured by a passing wagon. Billy Murphy, still feeble after two weeks in bed, had asked Billy for the loan of fifty dollars."}, {"quote": "\u201cNot so bad for a rainy day. You might get sick, or hurt, or something happen.\u201d", "context": "And Billy buried her in his arms and swore she was the greatest little bit of woman that ever came down the pike.\n\n\u201cWhy,\u201d he jubilated; \u201cnot only do I feed better, and live more comfortable, and hold up my end with the fellows; but I'm actually saving money -- or you are for me. Here I am, with furniture being paid for regular every month, and a little woman I'm mad over, and on top of it money in the bank. How much is it now?\u201d\n\n\u201cSixty-two dollars,\u201d she told him. \u201cNot so bad for a rainy day. You might get sick, or hurt, or something happen.\u201d\n\nIt was in mid-winter, when Billy, with quite a deal of obvious reluctance, broached a money matter to Saxon. His old friend, Billy Murphy, was laid up with la grippe, and one of his children, playing in the street, had been seriously injured by a passing wagon. Billy Murphy, still feeble after two weeks in bed, had asked Billy for the loan of fifty dollars.\n\n\u201cIt's perfectly safe,\u201d Billy concluded to Saxon. \u201cI've known him since we was kids at the Durant School together. He's straight as a die.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt's perfectly safe,", "context": "\u201cNot so bad for a rainy day. You might get sick, or hurt, or something happen.\u201d\n\nIt was in mid-winter, when Billy, with quite a deal of obvious reluctance, broached a money matter to Saxon. His old friend, Billy Murphy, was laid up with la grippe, and one of his children, playing in the street, had been seriously injured by a passing wagon. Billy Murphy, still feeble after two weeks in bed, had asked Billy for the loan of fifty dollars.\n\n\u201cIt's perfectly safe,\u201d Billy concluded to Saxon. \u201cI've known him since we was kids at the Durant School together. He's straight as a die.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat's got nothing to do with it,\u201d Saxon chided. \u201cIf you were single you'd have lent it to him immediately, wouldn't you?\u201d\n\nBilly nodded.\n\n\u201cThen it's no different because you're married. It's your money, Billy.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot by a damn sight,\u201d he cried. \u201cIt ain't mine. It's ourn. And I wouldn't think of lettin' anybody have it without seein' you first.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI've known him since we was kids at the Durant School together. He's straight as a die.\u201d", "context": "\u201cNot so bad for a rainy day. You might get sick, or hurt, or something happen.\u201d\n\nIt was in mid-winter, when Billy, with quite a deal of obvious reluctance, broached a money matter to Saxon. His old friend, Billy Murphy, was laid up with la grippe, and one of his children, playing in the street, had been seriously injured by a passing wagon. Billy Murphy, still feeble after two weeks in bed, had asked Billy for the loan of fifty dollars.\n\n\u201cIt's perfectly safe,\u201d Billy concluded to Saxon. \u201cI've known him since we was kids at the Durant School together. He's straight as a die.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat's got nothing to do with it,\u201d Saxon chided. \u201cIf you were single you'd have lent it to him immediately, wouldn't you?\u201d\n\nBilly nodded.\n\n\u201cThen it's no different because you're married. It's your money, Billy.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot by a damn sight,\u201d he cried. \u201cIt ain't mine. It's ourn. And I wouldn't think of lettin' anybody have it without seein' you first.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you didn't tell him that"}, {"quote": "\u201cThat's got nothing to do with it,", "context": "It was in mid-winter, when Billy, with quite a deal of obvious reluctance, broached a money matter to Saxon. His old friend, Billy Murphy, was laid up with la grippe, and one of his children, playing in the street, had been seriously injured by a passing wagon. Billy Murphy, still feeble after two weeks in bed, had asked Billy for the loan of fifty dollars.\n\n\u201cIt's perfectly safe,\u201d Billy concluded to Saxon. \u201cI've known him since we was kids at the Durant School together. He's straight as a die.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat's got nothing to do with it,\u201d Saxon chided. \u201cIf you were single you'd have lent it to him immediately, wouldn't you?\u201d\n\nBilly nodded.\n\n\u201cThen it's no different because you're married. It's your money, Billy.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot by a damn sight,\u201d he cried. \u201cIt ain't mine. It's ourn. And I wouldn't think of lettin' anybody have it without seein' you first.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you didn't tell him that,\u201d she said with quick concern.\n\n\u201cNope,\u201d Billy laughed."}, {"quote": "\u201cIf you were single you'd have lent it to him immediately, wouldn't you?\u201d", "context": "It was in mid-winter, when Billy, with quite a deal of obvious reluctance, broached a money matter to Saxon. His old friend, Billy Murphy, was laid up with la grippe, and one of his children, playing in the street, had been seriously injured by a passing wagon. Billy Murphy, still feeble after two weeks in bed, had asked Billy for the loan of fifty dollars.\n\n\u201cIt's perfectly safe,\u201d Billy concluded to Saxon. \u201cI've known him since we was kids at the Durant School together. He's straight as a die.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat's got nothing to do with it,\u201d Saxon chided. \u201cIf you were single you'd have lent it to him immediately, wouldn't you?\u201d\n\nBilly nodded.\n\n\u201cThen it's no different because you're married. It's your money, Billy.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot by a damn sight,\u201d he cried. \u201cIt ain't mine. It's ourn. And I wouldn't think of lettin' anybody have it without seein' you first.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you didn't tell him that,\u201d she said with quick concern.\n\n\u201cNope,\u201d Billy laughed. \u201cI knew, if I did, you'd be madder'n a hatter. I just told him I'd try an' figure it out. After all, I was sure you'd stand for it if you had it.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThen it's no different because you're married. It's your money, Billy.\u201d", "context": "It was in mid-winter, when Billy, with quite a deal of obvious reluctance, broached a money matter to Saxon. His old friend, Billy Murphy, was laid up with la grippe, and one of his children, playing in the street, had been seriously injured by a passing wagon. Billy Murphy, still feeble after two weeks in bed, had asked Billy for the loan of fifty dollars.\n\n\u201cIt's perfectly safe,\u201d Billy concluded to Saxon. \u201cI've known him since we was kids at the Durant School together. He's straight as a die.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat's got nothing to do with it,\u201d Saxon chided. \u201cIf you were single you'd have lent it to him immediately, wouldn't you?\u201d\n\nBilly nodded.\n\n\u201cThen it's no different because you're married. It's your money, Billy.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot by a damn sight,\u201d he cried. \u201cIt ain't mine. It's ourn. And I wouldn't think of lettin' anybody have it without seein' you first.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you didn't tell him that,\u201d she said with quick concern.\n\n\u201cNope,\u201d Billy laughed. \u201cI knew, if I did, you'd be madder'n a hatter. I just told him I'd try an' figure it out. After all, I was sure you'd stand for it if you had it.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNot by a damn sight,", "context": "It was in mid-winter, when Billy, with quite a deal of obvious reluctance, broached a money matter to Saxon. His old friend, Billy Murphy, was laid up with la grippe, and one of his children, playing in the street, had been seriously injured by a passing wagon. Billy Murphy, still feeble after two weeks in bed, had asked Billy for the loan of fifty dollars.\n\n\u201cIt's perfectly safe,\u201d Billy concluded to Saxon. \u201cI've known him since we was kids at the Durant School together. He's straight as a die.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat's got nothing to do with it,\u201d Saxon chided. \u201cIf you were single you'd have lent it to him immediately, wouldn't you?\u201d\n\nBilly nodded.\n\n\u201cThen it's no different because you're married. It's your money, Billy.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot by a damn sight,\u201d he cried. \u201cIt ain't mine. It's ourn. And I wouldn't think of lettin' anybody have it without seein' you first.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you didn't tell him that,\u201d she said with quick concern.\n\n\u201cNope,\u201d Billy laughed. \u201cI knew, if I did, you'd be madder'n a hatter. I just told him I'd try an' figure it out. After all, I was sure you'd stand for it if you had it.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt ain't mine. It's ourn. And I wouldn't think of lettin' anybody have it without seein' you first.\u201d", "context": "It was in mid-winter, when Billy, with quite a deal of obvious reluctance, broached a money matter to Saxon. His old friend, Billy Murphy, was laid up with la grippe, and one of his children, playing in the street, had been seriously injured by a passing wagon. Billy Murphy, still feeble after two weeks in bed, had asked Billy for the loan of fifty dollars.\n\n\u201cIt's perfectly safe,\u201d Billy concluded to Saxon. \u201cI've known him since we was kids at the Durant School together. He's straight as a die.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat's got nothing to do with it,\u201d Saxon chided. \u201cIf you were single you'd have lent it to him immediately, wouldn't you?\u201d\n\nBilly nodded.\n\n\u201cThen it's no different because you're married. It's your money, Billy.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot by a damn sight,\u201d he cried. \u201cIt ain't mine. It's ourn. And I wouldn't think of lettin' anybody have it without seein' you first.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you didn't tell him that,\u201d she said with quick concern.\n\n\u201cNope,\u201d Billy laughed. \u201cI knew, if I did, you'd be madder'n a hatter. I just told him I'd try an' figure it out. After all, I was sure you'd stand for it if you had it.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, Billy,\u201d she murmured, her voice rich and low with love; \u201cmaybe you don't know it, but that's one of the sweetest things you've said since we got married.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI hope you didn't tell him that,", "context": "\u201cI've known him since we was kids at the Durant School together. He's straight as a die.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat's got nothing to do with it,\u201d Saxon chided. \u201cIf you were single you'd have lent it to him immediately, wouldn't you?\u201d\n\nBilly nodded.\n\n\u201cThen it's no different because you're married. It's your money, Billy.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot by a damn sight,\u201d he cried. \u201cIt ain't mine. It's ourn. And I wouldn't think of lettin' anybody have it without seein' you first.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you didn't tell him that,\u201d she said with quick concern.\n\n\u201cNope,\u201d Billy laughed. \u201cI knew, if I did, you'd be madder'n a hatter. I just told him I'd try an' figure it out. After all, I was sure you'd stand for it if you had it.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, Billy,\u201d she murmured, her voice rich and low with love; \u201cmaybe you don't know it, but that's one of the sweetest things you've said since we got married.\u201d\n\nThe more Saxon saw of Mercedes Higgins the less did she understand her. That the old woman was a close-fisted miser, Saxon soon learned. And this trait she found hard to reconcile with her tales of squandering. On the other hand, Saxon was bewildered by Mercedes' extravagance in personal matters. Her underlinen, hand-made of course, was very costly. The table she set for Barry was good, but the table for herself was vastly better. Yet both tables were set on the same table. While Barry contented himself with solid round steak, Mercedes ate tenderloin. A huge, tough muttonchop on Barry's plate would be balanced by tiny French chops on Mercedes' plate. Tea was brewed in separate pots. So was coffee. While Barry gulped twenty-five cent tea from a large and heavy mug, Mercedes sipped three-dollar tea from a tiny cup of Belleek, rose-tinted, fragile as all egg-shell. In the same manner, his twenty-five cent coffee was diluted with milk, her eighty cent Turkish with cream."}, {"quote": "\u201cI knew, if I did, you'd be madder'n a hatter. I just told him I'd try an' figure it out. After all, I was sure you'd stand for it if you had it.\u201d", "context": "\u201cIf you were single you'd have lent it to him immediately, wouldn't you?\u201d\n\nBilly nodded.\n\n\u201cThen it's no different because you're married. It's your money, Billy.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot by a damn sight,\u201d he cried. \u201cIt ain't mine. It's ourn. And I wouldn't think of lettin' anybody have it without seein' you first.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you didn't tell him that,\u201d she said with quick concern.\n\n\u201cNope,\u201d Billy laughed. \u201cI knew, if I did, you'd be madder'n a hatter. I just told him I'd try an' figure it out. After all, I was sure you'd stand for it if you had it.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, Billy,\u201d she murmured, her voice rich and low with love; \u201cmaybe you don't know it, but that's one of the sweetest things you've said since we got married.\u201d\n\nThe more Saxon saw of Mercedes Higgins the less did she understand her. That the old woman was a close-fisted miser, Saxon soon learned. And this trait she found hard to reconcile with her tales of squandering. On the other hand, Saxon was bewildered by Mercedes' extravagance in personal matters. Her underlinen, hand-made of course, was very costly. The table she set for Barry was good, but the table for herself was vastly better. Yet both tables were set on the same table. While Barry contented himself with solid round steak, Mercedes ate tenderloin. A huge, tough muttonchop on Barry's plate would be balanced by tiny French chops on Mercedes' plate. Tea was brewed in separate pots. So was coffee. While Barry gulped twenty-five cent tea from a large and heavy mug, Mercedes sipped three-dollar tea from a tiny cup of Belleek, rose-tinted, fragile as all egg-shell. In the same manner, his twenty-five cent coffee was diluted with milk, her eighty cent Turkish with cream."}, {"quote": "\u201cmaybe you don't know it, but that's one of the sweetest things you've said since we got married.\u201d", "context": "\u201cIt ain't mine. It's ourn. And I wouldn't think of lettin' anybody have it without seein' you first.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you didn't tell him that,\u201d she said with quick concern.\n\n\u201cNope,\u201d Billy laughed. \u201cI knew, if I did, you'd be madder'n a hatter. I just told him I'd try an' figure it out. After all, I was sure you'd stand for it if you had it.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, Billy,\u201d she murmured, her voice rich and low with love; \u201cmaybe you don't know it, but that's one of the sweetest things you've said since we got married.\u201d\n\nThe more Saxon saw of Mercedes Higgins the less did she understand her. That the old woman was a close-fisted miser, Saxon soon learned. And this trait she found hard to reconcile with her tales of squandering. On the other hand, Saxon was bewildered by Mercedes' extravagance in personal matters. Her underlinen, hand-made of course, was very costly. The table she set for Barry was good, but the table for herself was vastly better. Yet both tables were set on the same table. While Barry contented himself with solid round steak, Mercedes ate tenderloin. A huge, tough muttonchop on Barry's plate would be balanced by tiny French chops on Mercedes' plate. Tea was brewed in separate pots. So was coffee. While Barry gulped twenty-five cent tea from a large and heavy mug, Mercedes sipped three-dollar tea from a tiny cup of Belleek, rose-tinted, fragile as all egg-shell. In the same manner, his twenty-five cent coffee was diluted with milk, her eighty cent Turkish with cream."}, {"quote": "\u201c'Tis good enough for the old man,", "context": "The more Saxon saw of Mercedes Higgins the less did she understand her. That the old woman was a close-fisted miser, Saxon soon learned. And this trait she found hard to reconcile with her tales of squandering. On the other hand, Saxon was bewildered by Mercedes' extravagance in personal matters. Her underlinen, hand-made of course, was very costly. The table she set for Barry was good, but the table for herself was vastly better. Yet both tables were set on the same table. While Barry contented himself with solid round steak, Mercedes ate tenderloin. A huge, tough muttonchop on Barry's plate would be balanced by tiny French chops on Mercedes' plate. Tea was brewed in separate pots. So was coffee. While Barry gulped twenty-five cent tea from a large and heavy mug, Mercedes sipped three-dollar tea from a tiny cup of Belleek, rose-tinted, fragile as all egg-shell. In the same manner, his twenty-five cent coffee was diluted with milk, her eighty cent Turkish with cream.\n\n\u201c'Tis good enough for the old man,\u201d she told Saxon. \u201cHe knows no better, and it would be a wicked sin to waste it on him.\u201d\n\nLittle traffickings began between the two women. After Mercedes had freely taught Saxon the loose-wristed facility of playing accompaniments on the ukulele, she proposed an exchange. Her time was past, she said, for such frivolities, and she offered the instrument for the breakfast cap of which Saxon had made so good a success.\n\n\u201cIt's worth a few dollars"}, {"quote": "\u201cHe knows no better, and it would be a wicked sin to waste it on him.\u201d", "context": "The more Saxon saw of Mercedes Higgins the less did she understand her. That the old woman was a close-fisted miser, Saxon soon learned. And this trait she found hard to reconcile with her tales of squandering. On the other hand, Saxon was bewildered by Mercedes' extravagance in personal matters. Her underlinen, hand-made of course, was very costly. The table she set for Barry was good, but the table for herself was vastly better. Yet both tables were set on the same table. While Barry contented himself with solid round steak, Mercedes ate tenderloin. A huge, tough muttonchop on Barry's plate would be balanced by tiny French chops on Mercedes' plate. Tea was brewed in separate pots. So was coffee. While Barry gulped twenty-five cent tea from a large and heavy mug, Mercedes sipped three-dollar tea from a tiny cup of Belleek, rose-tinted, fragile as all egg-shell. In the same manner, his twenty-five cent coffee was diluted with milk, her eighty cent Turkish with cream.\n\n\u201c'Tis good enough for the old man,\u201d she told Saxon. \u201cHe knows no better, and it would be a wicked sin to waste it on him.\u201d\n\nLittle traffickings began between the two women. After Mercedes had freely taught Saxon the loose-wristed facility of playing accompaniments on the ukulele, she proposed an exchange. Her time was past, she said, for such frivolities, and she offered the instrument for the breakfast cap of which Saxon had made so good a success.\n\n\u201cIt's worth a few dollars,\u201d Mercedes said. \u201cIt cost me twenty, though that was years ago. Yet it is well worth the value of the cap.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt's worth a few dollars,", "context": "\u201c'Tis good enough for the old man,\u201d she told Saxon. \u201cHe knows no better, and it would be a wicked sin to waste it on him.\u201d\n\nLittle traffickings began between the two women. After Mercedes had freely taught Saxon the loose-wristed facility of playing accompaniments on the ukulele, she proposed an exchange. Her time was past, she said, for such frivolities, and she offered the instrument for the breakfast cap of which Saxon had made so good a success.\n\n\u201cIt's worth a few dollars,\u201d Mercedes said. \u201cIt cost me twenty, though that was years ago. Yet it is well worth the value of the cap.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut wouldn't the cap be frivolous, too?\u201d Saxon queried, though herself well pleased with the bargain.\n\n\u201c'Tis not for my graying hair,\u201d Mercedes frankly disclaimed. \u201cI shall sell it for the money. Much that I do, when the rheumatism is not maddening my fingers, I sell. La la, my dear, 'tis not old Barry's fifty a month that'll satisfy all my expensive tastes. 'Tis I that make up the difference. And old age needs money as never youth needs it. Some day you will learn for yourself.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt cost me twenty, though that was years ago. Yet it is well worth the value of the cap.\u201d", "context": "\u201cHe knows no better, and it would be a wicked sin to waste it on him.\u201d\n\nLittle traffickings began between the two women. After Mercedes had freely taught Saxon the loose-wristed facility of playing accompaniments on the ukulele, she proposed an exchange. Her time was past, she said, for such frivolities, and she offered the instrument for the breakfast cap of which Saxon had made so good a success.\n\n\u201cIt's worth a few dollars,\u201d Mercedes said. \u201cIt cost me twenty, though that was years ago. Yet it is well worth the value of the cap.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut wouldn't the cap be frivolous, too?\u201d Saxon queried, though herself well pleased with the bargain.\n\n\u201c'Tis not for my graying hair,\u201d Mercedes frankly disclaimed. \u201cI shall sell it for the money. Much that I do, when the rheumatism is not maddening my fingers, I sell. La la, my dear, 'tis not old Barry's fifty a month that'll satisfy all my expensive tastes. 'Tis I that make up the difference. And old age needs money as never youth needs it. Some day you will learn for yourself.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut wouldn't the cap be frivolous, too?", "context": "Little traffickings began between the two women. After Mercedes had freely taught Saxon the loose-wristed facility of playing accompaniments on the ukulele, she proposed an exchange. Her time was past, she said, for such frivolities, and she offered the instrument for the breakfast cap of which Saxon had made so good a success.\n\n\u201cIt's worth a few dollars,\u201d Mercedes said. \u201cIt cost me twenty, though that was years ago. Yet it is well worth the value of the cap.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut wouldn't the cap be frivolous, too?\u201d Saxon queried, though herself well pleased with the bargain.\n\n\u201c'Tis not for my graying hair,\u201d Mercedes frankly disclaimed. \u201cI shall sell it for the money. Much that I do, when the rheumatism is not maddening my fingers, I sell. La la, my dear, 'tis not old Barry's fifty a month that'll satisfy all my expensive tastes. 'Tis I that make up the difference. And old age needs money as never youth needs it. Some day you will learn for yourself.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201c'Tis not for my graying hair,", "context": "Little traffickings began between the two women. After Mercedes had freely taught Saxon the loose-wristed facility of playing accompaniments on the ukulele, she proposed an exchange. Her time was past, she said, for such frivolities, and she offered the instrument for the breakfast cap of which Saxon had made so good a success.\n\n\u201cIt's worth a few dollars,\u201d Mercedes said. \u201cIt cost me twenty, though that was years ago. Yet it is well worth the value of the cap.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut wouldn't the cap be frivolous, too?\u201d Saxon queried, though herself well pleased with the bargain.\n\n\u201c'Tis not for my graying hair,\u201d Mercedes frankly disclaimed. \u201cI shall sell it for the money. Much that I do, when the rheumatism is not maddening my fingers, I sell. La la, my dear, 'tis not old Barry's fifty a month that'll satisfy all my expensive tastes. 'Tis I that make up the difference. And old age needs money as never youth needs it. Some day you will learn for yourself.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am well satisfied with the trade,\u201d Saxon said. \u201cAnd I shall make me another cap when I can lay aside enough for the material.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI shall sell it for the money. Much that I do, when the rheumatism is not maddening my fingers, I sell. La la, my dear, 'tis not old Barry's fifty a month that'll satisfy all my expensive tastes. 'Tis I that make up the difference. And old age needs money as never youth needs it. Some day you will learn for yourself.\u201d", "context": "Little traffickings began between the two women. After Mercedes had freely taught Saxon the loose-wristed facility of playing accompaniments on the ukulele, she proposed an exchange. Her time was past, she said, for such frivolities, and she offered the instrument for the breakfast cap of which Saxon had made so good a success.\n\n\u201cIt's worth a few dollars,\u201d Mercedes said. \u201cIt cost me twenty, though that was years ago. Yet it is well worth the value of the cap.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut wouldn't the cap be frivolous, too?\u201d Saxon queried, though herself well pleased with the bargain.\n\n\u201c'Tis not for my graying hair,\u201d Mercedes frankly disclaimed. \u201cI shall sell it for the money. Much that I do, when the rheumatism is not maddening my fingers, I sell. La la, my dear, 'tis not old Barry's fifty a month that'll satisfy all my expensive tastes. 'Tis I that make up the difference. And old age needs money as never youth needs it. Some day you will learn for yourself.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am well satisfied with the trade,\u201d Saxon said. \u201cAnd I shall make me another cap when I can lay aside enough for the material.\u201d\n\n\u201cMake several,\u201d Mercedes advised. \u201cI'll sell them for you, keeping, of course, a small commission for my services. I can give you six dollars apiece for them. We will consult about them. The profit will more than provide material for your own.\u201d\n\nCHAPTER V\n\nFour eventful things happened in the course of the winter. Bert and Mary got married and rented a cottage in the neighborhood three blocks away. Billy's wages were cut, along with the wages of all the teamsters in Oakland. Billy took up shaving with a safety razor. And, finally, Saxon was proven a false prophet and Sarah a true one."}, {"quote": "\u201cI am well satisfied with the trade,", "context": "\u201d Saxon queried, though herself well pleased with the bargain.\n\n\u201c'Tis not for my graying hair,\u201d Mercedes frankly disclaimed. \u201cI shall sell it for the money. Much that I do, when the rheumatism is not maddening my fingers, I sell. La la, my dear, 'tis not old Barry's fifty a month that'll satisfy all my expensive tastes. 'Tis I that make up the difference. And old age needs money as never youth needs it. Some day you will learn for yourself.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am well satisfied with the trade,\u201d Saxon said. \u201cAnd I shall make me another cap when I can lay aside enough for the material.\u201d\n\n\u201cMake several,\u201d Mercedes advised. \u201cI'll sell them for you, keeping, of course, a small commission for my services. I can give you six dollars apiece for them. We will consult about them. The profit will more than provide material for your own.\u201d\n\nCHAPTER V\n\nFour eventful things happened in the course of the winter. Bert and Mary got married and rented a cottage in the neighborhood three blocks away. Billy's wages were cut, along with the wages of all the teamsters in Oakland. Billy took up shaving with a safety razor. And, finally, Saxon was proven a false prophet and Sarah a true one."}, {"quote": "\"reminds me of New York; and it's the first thing that has, since I left home.\"", "context": "They did not halt at San Diego, the southernmost city of California, from whence the Mexican line is in plain sight, but drove to the bay, where Wampus guided the limousine on to the big ferryboat bound for Coronado. They all left the car during the brief voyage and watched the porpoises sporting in the clear water of the bay and gazed abstractedly at the waving palms on the opposite shore, where lies nestled \"the Crown of the Pacific\" -- Coronado.\n\nCHAPTER XVIII\n\nTHE SILENT MAN\n\nEven the Major smiled benignantly when he reached his appointed room in the magnificent Hotel del Coronado, which is famed throughout the world.\n\n\"This,\" said he, \"reminds me of New York; and it's the first thing that has, since I left home.\"\n\n\"Why, Daddy, it isn't like New York at all,\" protested Patsy, standing beside him at the broad window overlooking the ocean. \"Did you ever see a palm tree waving in New York; or daisy bushes as tall as a man; or such masses of roses and flowering vines? And then just notice the mountains over there -- they're in Mexico, I'm told -- and this great headland in the other direction; it's called Point Loma. Oh, I never imagined any place could be so beautiful!\""}, {"quote": "\"Why, Daddy, it isn't like New York at all,", "context": "They did not halt at San Diego, the southernmost city of California, from whence the Mexican line is in plain sight, but drove to the bay, where Wampus guided the limousine on to the big ferryboat bound for Coronado. They all left the car during the brief voyage and watched the porpoises sporting in the clear water of the bay and gazed abstractedly at the waving palms on the opposite shore, where lies nestled \"the Crown of the Pacific\" -- Coronado.\n\nCHAPTER XVIII\n\nTHE SILENT MAN\n\nEven the Major smiled benignantly when he reached his appointed room in the magnificent Hotel del Coronado, which is famed throughout the world.\n\n\"This,\" said he, \"reminds me of New York; and it's the first thing that has, since I left home.\"\n\n\"Why, Daddy, it isn't like New York at all,\" protested Patsy, standing beside him at the broad window overlooking the ocean. \"Did you ever see a palm tree waving in New York; or daisy bushes as tall as a man; or such masses of roses and flowering vines? And then just notice the mountains over there -- they're in Mexico, I'm told -- and this great headland in the other direction; it's called Point Loma. Oh, I never imagined any place could be so beautiful!\"\n\nThe others were equally excited, and Uncle John said, smiling broadly:"}, {"quote": "\"Did you ever see a palm tree waving in New York; or daisy bushes as tall as a man; or such masses of roses and flowering vines? And then just notice the mountains over there -- they're in Mexico, I'm told -- and this great headland in the other direction; it's called Point Loma. Oh, I never imagined any place could be so beautiful!\"", "context": "\"the Crown of the Pacific\" -- Coronado.\n\nCHAPTER XVIII\n\nTHE SILENT MAN\n\nEven the Major smiled benignantly when he reached his appointed room in the magnificent Hotel del Coronado, which is famed throughout the world.\n\n\"This,\" said he, \"reminds me of New York; and it's the first thing that has, since I left home.\"\n\n\"Why, Daddy, it isn't like New York at all,\" protested Patsy, standing beside him at the broad window overlooking the ocean. \"Did you ever see a palm tree waving in New York; or daisy bushes as tall as a man; or such masses of roses and flowering vines? And then just notice the mountains over there -- they're in Mexico, I'm told -- and this great headland in the other direction; it's called Point Loma. Oh, I never imagined any place could be so beautiful!\"\n\nThe others were equally excited, and Uncle John said, smiling broadly:\n\n\"Well, we're here at last, my dears, and I'm sure we are already well paid for our trip across the continent. What pleasant rooms these are. If the hotel table is at all to be compared with the house itself we shall have a happy time here, which means we will stay as long as possible.\"\n\nBut the table was another surprise, for the meals were equal to any served in the great Eastern metropolis. Uncle John complimented the landlord, a cheery faced, fat little man who had at one time managed a famous New York hotel and had brought his talents and experience to far California."}, {"quote": "\"Well, we're here at last, my dears, and I'm sure we are already well paid for our trip across the continent. What pleasant rooms these are. If the hotel table is at all to be compared with the house itself we shall have a happy time here, which means we will stay as long as possible.\"", "context": "\" protested Patsy, standing beside him at the broad window overlooking the ocean. \"Did you ever see a palm tree waving in New York; or daisy bushes as tall as a man; or such masses of roses and flowering vines? And then just notice the mountains over there -- they're in Mexico, I'm told -- and this great headland in the other direction; it's called Point Loma. Oh, I never imagined any place could be so beautiful!\"\n\nThe others were equally excited, and Uncle John said, smiling broadly:\n\n\"Well, we're here at last, my dears, and I'm sure we are already well paid for our trip across the continent. What pleasant rooms these are. If the hotel table is at all to be compared with the house itself we shall have a happy time here, which means we will stay as long as possible.\"\n\nBut the table was another surprise, for the meals were equal to any served in the great Eastern metropolis. Uncle John complimented the landlord, a cheery faced, fat little man who had at one time managed a famous New York hotel and had brought his talents and experience to far California.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" said this gentle boniface, \"that I could not reserve better rooms for you -- for there are some choice views from some locations. I had a corner suite saved for your party, a suite I consider the most desirable in the hotel; but an eccentric individual arrived yesterday who demanded the entire suite, and I had to let him have it. He will not stay long, and as soon as he goes you shall have the rooms.\""}, {"quote": "\"that I could not reserve better rooms for you -- for there are some choice views from some locations. I had a corner suite saved for your party, a suite I consider the most desirable in the hotel; but an eccentric individual arrived yesterday who demanded the entire suite, and I had to let him have it. He will not stay long, and as soon as he goes you shall have the rooms.\"", "context": "\"Well, we're here at last, my dears, and I'm sure we are already well paid for our trip across the continent. What pleasant rooms these are. If the hotel table is at all to be compared with the house itself we shall have a happy time here, which means we will stay as long as possible.\"\n\nBut the table was another surprise, for the meals were equal to any served in the great Eastern metropolis. Uncle John complimented the landlord, a cheery faced, fat little man who had at one time managed a famous New York hotel and had brought his talents and experience to far California.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" said this gentle boniface, \"that I could not reserve better rooms for you -- for there are some choice views from some locations. I had a corner suite saved for your party, a suite I consider the most desirable in the hotel; but an eccentric individual arrived yesterday who demanded the entire suite, and I had to let him have it. He will not stay long, and as soon as he goes you shall have the rooms.\"\n\n\"Who is he?\" asked Uncle John.\n\n\"A rich miner; a most melancholy and peculiar person, by the way,\" replied landlord Ross. \"I believe his name is Jones.\"\n\nMr. Merrick started.\n\n\"Jones, and a miner?\" he said. \"What's his other name -- Anson?\"\n\n\"We'll look and see,\" replied Mr. Ross, turning to the hotel register. \"No; not Anson. He is registered as C.B. Jones, of Boston.\"\n\n\"Oh; that's not the Jones at all"}, {"quote": "\"A rich miner; a most melancholy and peculiar person, by the way,", "context": "\"I'm sorry,\" said this gentle boniface, \"that I could not reserve better rooms for you -- for there are some choice views from some locations. I had a corner suite saved for your party, a suite I consider the most desirable in the hotel; but an eccentric individual arrived yesterday who demanded the entire suite, and I had to let him have it. He will not stay long, and as soon as he goes you shall have the rooms.\"\n\n\"Who is he?\" asked Uncle John.\n\n\"A rich miner; a most melancholy and peculiar person, by the way,\" replied landlord Ross. \"I believe his name is Jones.\"\n\nMr. Merrick started.\n\n\"Jones, and a miner?\" he said. \"What's his other name -- Anson?\"\n\n\"We'll look and see,\" replied Mr. Ross, turning to the hotel register. \"No; not Anson. He is registered as C.B. Jones, of Boston.\"\n\n\"Oh; that's not the Jones at all,\" said Uncle John, disappointed.\n\n\"It's the Jones who is our guest,\" replied the landlord, smiling."}, {"quote": "\"I believe his name is Jones.\"", "context": "\"that I could not reserve better rooms for you -- for there are some choice views from some locations. I had a corner suite saved for your party, a suite I consider the most desirable in the hotel; but an eccentric individual arrived yesterday who demanded the entire suite, and I had to let him have it. He will not stay long, and as soon as he goes you shall have the rooms.\"\n\n\"Who is he?\" asked Uncle John.\n\n\"A rich miner; a most melancholy and peculiar person, by the way,\" replied landlord Ross. \"I believe his name is Jones.\"\n\nMr. Merrick started.\n\n\"Jones, and a miner?\" he said. \"What's his other name -- Anson?\"\n\n\"We'll look and see,\" replied Mr. Ross, turning to the hotel register. \"No; not Anson. He is registered as C.B. Jones, of Boston.\"\n\n\"Oh; that's not the Jones at all,\" said Uncle John, disappointed.\n\n\"It's the Jones who is our guest,\" replied the landlord, smiling.\n\nMeantime the three girls had gone for a walk along the coast. The beach is beautiful at Coronado. There is a high sea wall of rock, and the path runs along its edge almost the length of the promontory. The rocks are sloping, however, and it is not very difficult to climb down them to where the waves break against the wall."}, {"quote": "\"Jones, and a miner?", "context": "\"that I could not reserve better rooms for you -- for there are some choice views from some locations. I had a corner suite saved for your party, a suite I consider the most desirable in the hotel; but an eccentric individual arrived yesterday who demanded the entire suite, and I had to let him have it. He will not stay long, and as soon as he goes you shall have the rooms.\"\n\n\"Who is he?\" asked Uncle John.\n\n\"A rich miner; a most melancholy and peculiar person, by the way,\" replied landlord Ross. \"I believe his name is Jones.\"\n\nMr. Merrick started.\n\n\"Jones, and a miner?\" he said. \"What's his other name -- Anson?\"\n\n\"We'll look and see,\" replied Mr. Ross, turning to the hotel register. \"No; not Anson. He is registered as C.B. Jones, of Boston.\"\n\n\"Oh; that's not the Jones at all,\" said Uncle John, disappointed.\n\n\"It's the Jones who is our guest,\" replied the landlord, smiling.\n\nMeantime the three girls had gone for a walk along the coast. The beach is beautiful at Coronado. There is a high sea wall of rock, and the path runs along its edge almost the length of the promontory. The rocks are sloping, however, and it is not very difficult to climb down them to where the waves break against the wall."}, {"quote": "\"What's his other name -- Anson?\"", "context": "\"that I could not reserve better rooms for you -- for there are some choice views from some locations. I had a corner suite saved for your party, a suite I consider the most desirable in the hotel; but an eccentric individual arrived yesterday who demanded the entire suite, and I had to let him have it. He will not stay long, and as soon as he goes you shall have the rooms.\"\n\n\"Who is he?\" asked Uncle John.\n\n\"A rich miner; a most melancholy and peculiar person, by the way,\" replied landlord Ross. \"I believe his name is Jones.\"\n\nMr. Merrick started.\n\n\"Jones, and a miner?\" he said. \"What's his other name -- Anson?\"\n\n\"We'll look and see,\" replied Mr. Ross, turning to the hotel register. \"No; not Anson. He is registered as C.B. Jones, of Boston.\"\n\n\"Oh; that's not the Jones at all,\" said Uncle John, disappointed.\n\n\"It's the Jones who is our guest,\" replied the landlord, smiling.\n\nMeantime the three girls had gone for a walk along the coast. The beach is beautiful at Coronado. There is a high sea wall of rock, and the path runs along its edge almost the length of the promontory. The rocks are sloping, however, and it is not very difficult to climb down them to where the waves break against the wall."}, {"quote": "\"No; not Anson. He is registered as C.B. Jones, of Boston.\"", "context": "\"that I could not reserve better rooms for you -- for there are some choice views from some locations. I had a corner suite saved for your party, a suite I consider the most desirable in the hotel; but an eccentric individual arrived yesterday who demanded the entire suite, and I had to let him have it. He will not stay long, and as soon as he goes you shall have the rooms.\"\n\n\"Who is he?\" asked Uncle John.\n\n\"A rich miner; a most melancholy and peculiar person, by the way,\" replied landlord Ross. \"I believe his name is Jones.\"\n\nMr. Merrick started.\n\n\"Jones, and a miner?\" he said. \"What's his other name -- Anson?\"\n\n\"We'll look and see,\" replied Mr. Ross, turning to the hotel register. \"No; not Anson. He is registered as C.B. Jones, of Boston.\"\n\n\"Oh; that's not the Jones at all,\" said Uncle John, disappointed.\n\n\"It's the Jones who is our guest,\" replied the landlord, smiling.\n\nMeantime the three girls had gone for a walk along the coast. The beach is beautiful at Coronado. There is a high sea wall of rock, and the path runs along its edge almost the length of the promontory. The rocks are sloping, however, and it is not very difficult to climb down them to where the waves break against the wall."}, {"quote": "\"Oh; that's not the Jones at all,", "context": "\"that I could not reserve better rooms for you -- for there are some choice views from some locations. I had a corner suite saved for your party, a suite I consider the most desirable in the hotel; but an eccentric individual arrived yesterday who demanded the entire suite, and I had to let him have it. He will not stay long, and as soon as he goes you shall have the rooms.\"\n\n\"Who is he?\" asked Uncle John.\n\n\"A rich miner; a most melancholy and peculiar person, by the way,\" replied landlord Ross. \"I believe his name is Jones.\"\n\nMr. Merrick started.\n\n\"Jones, and a miner?\" he said. \"What's his other name -- Anson?\"\n\n\"We'll look and see,\" replied Mr. Ross, turning to the hotel register. \"No; not Anson. He is registered as C.B. Jones, of Boston.\"\n\n\"Oh; that's not the Jones at all,\" said Uncle John, disappointed.\n\n\"It's the Jones who is our guest,\" replied the landlord, smiling.\n\nMeantime the three girls had gone for a walk along the coast. The beach is beautiful at Coronado. There is a high sea wall of rock, and the path runs along its edge almost the length of the promontory. The rocks are sloping, however, and it is not very difficult to climb down them to where the waves break against the wall.\n\nNear the hotel they met straggling groups, strolling in either direction, but half a mile away the promenade was practically deserted. It was beginning to grow dark, and Beth said, regretfully:"}, {"quote": "\"It's the Jones who is our guest,", "context": "\"A rich miner; a most melancholy and peculiar person, by the way,\" replied landlord Ross. \"I believe his name is Jones.\"\n\nMr. Merrick started.\n\n\"Jones, and a miner?\" he said. \"What's his other name -- Anson?\"\n\n\"We'll look and see,\" replied Mr. Ross, turning to the hotel register. \"No; not Anson. He is registered as C.B. Jones, of Boston.\"\n\n\"Oh; that's not the Jones at all,\" said Uncle John, disappointed.\n\n\"It's the Jones who is our guest,\" replied the landlord, smiling.\n\nMeantime the three girls had gone for a walk along the coast. The beach is beautiful at Coronado. There is a high sea wall of rock, and the path runs along its edge almost the length of the promontory. The rocks are sloping, however, and it is not very difficult to climb down them to where the waves break against the wall.\n\nNear the hotel they met straggling groups, strolling in either direction, but half a mile away the promenade was practically deserted. It was beginning to grow dark, and Beth said, regretfully:"}, {"quote": "\"We must get back, girls, and dress for dinner -- an unusual luxury, isn't it? Our trunks arrived at the hotel two weeks ago, and are now in our rooms, doubtless, awaiting us to unpack them.\"", "context": "Meantime the three girls had gone for a walk along the coast. The beach is beautiful at Coronado. There is a high sea wall of rock, and the path runs along its edge almost the length of the promontory. The rocks are sloping, however, and it is not very difficult to climb down them to where the waves break against the wall.\n\nNear the hotel they met straggling groups, strolling in either direction, but half a mile away the promenade was practically deserted. It was beginning to grow dark, and Beth said, regretfully:\n\n\"We must get back, girls, and dress for dinner -- an unusual luxury, isn't it? Our trunks arrived at the hotel two weeks ago, and are now in our rooms, doubtless, awaiting us to unpack them.\"\n\n\"Don't let's return just yet,\" begged Myrtle. \"I want to see the sun set.\"\n\n\"It will be gorgeous,\" said Patsy, glancing at the sky; \"but we can see it from our windows, and as we're a long way from the hotel now I believe Beth's suggestion is wise.\"\n\nSo they began to retrace their steps. Myrtle still walked with some difficulty, and they had not proceeded far when Beth exclaimed:\n\n\"Look at that man down there!\""}, {"quote": "\"Don't let's return just yet,", "context": "Meantime the three girls had gone for a walk along the coast. The beach is beautiful at Coronado. There is a high sea wall of rock, and the path runs along its edge almost the length of the promontory. The rocks are sloping, however, and it is not very difficult to climb down them to where the waves break against the wall.\n\nNear the hotel they met straggling groups, strolling in either direction, but half a mile away the promenade was practically deserted. It was beginning to grow dark, and Beth said, regretfully:\n\n\"We must get back, girls, and dress for dinner -- an unusual luxury, isn't it? Our trunks arrived at the hotel two weeks ago, and are now in our rooms, doubtless, awaiting us to unpack them.\"\n\n\"Don't let's return just yet,\" begged Myrtle. \"I want to see the sun set.\"\n\n\"It will be gorgeous,\" said Patsy, glancing at the sky; \"but we can see it from our windows, and as we're a long way from the hotel now I believe Beth's suggestion is wise.\"\n\nSo they began to retrace their steps. Myrtle still walked with some difficulty, and they had not proceeded far when Beth exclaimed:\n\n\"Look at that man down there!\"\n\nHer companions followed her direction and saw standing upon a huge pile of rocks at the water's edge a slight, solitary figure. Something in the poise, as he leaned forward staring at the darkened waves -- for the sun was low and cast shadows aslant the water -- struck Myrtle as familiar."}, {"quote": "\"I want to see the sun set.\"", "context": "Near the hotel they met straggling groups, strolling in either direction, but half a mile away the promenade was practically deserted. It was beginning to grow dark, and Beth said, regretfully:\n\n\"We must get back, girls, and dress for dinner -- an unusual luxury, isn't it? Our trunks arrived at the hotel two weeks ago, and are now in our rooms, doubtless, awaiting us to unpack them.\"\n\n\"Don't let's return just yet,\" begged Myrtle. \"I want to see the sun set.\"\n\n\"It will be gorgeous,\" said Patsy, glancing at the sky; \"but we can see it from our windows, and as we're a long way from the hotel now I believe Beth's suggestion is wise.\"\n\nSo they began to retrace their steps. Myrtle still walked with some difficulty, and they had not proceeded far when Beth exclaimed:\n\n\"Look at that man down there!\"\n\nHer companions followed her direction and saw standing upon a huge pile of rocks at the water's edge a slight, solitary figure. Something in the poise, as he leaned forward staring at the darkened waves -- for the sun was low and cast shadows aslant the water -- struck Myrtle as familiar."}, {"quote": "\"but we can see it from our windows, and as we're a long way from the hotel now I believe Beth's suggestion is wise.\"", "context": "Near the hotel they met straggling groups, strolling in either direction, but half a mile away the promenade was practically deserted. It was beginning to grow dark, and Beth said, regretfully:\n\n\"We must get back, girls, and dress for dinner -- an unusual luxury, isn't it? Our trunks arrived at the hotel two weeks ago, and are now in our rooms, doubtless, awaiting us to unpack them.\"\n\n\"Don't let's return just yet,\" begged Myrtle. \"I want to see the sun set.\"\n\n\"It will be gorgeous,\" said Patsy, glancing at the sky; \"but we can see it from our windows, and as we're a long way from the hotel now I believe Beth's suggestion is wise.\"\n\nSo they began to retrace their steps. Myrtle still walked with some difficulty, and they had not proceeded far when Beth exclaimed:\n\n\"Look at that man down there!\"\n\nHer companions followed her direction and saw standing upon a huge pile of rocks at the water's edge a slight, solitary figure. Something in the poise, as he leaned forward staring at the darkened waves -- for the sun was low and cast shadows aslant the water -- struck Myrtle as familiar.\n\n\"Oh, girls!\" she exclaimed;"}, {"quote": "\"Look at that man down there!\"", "context": "\"We must get back, girls, and dress for dinner -- an unusual luxury, isn't it? Our trunks arrived at the hotel two weeks ago, and are now in our rooms, doubtless, awaiting us to unpack them.\"\n\n\"Don't let's return just yet,\" begged Myrtle. \"I want to see the sun set.\"\n\n\"It will be gorgeous,\" said Patsy, glancing at the sky; \"but we can see it from our windows, and as we're a long way from the hotel now I believe Beth's suggestion is wise.\"\n\nSo they began to retrace their steps. Myrtle still walked with some difficulty, and they had not proceeded far when Beth exclaimed:\n\n\"Look at that man down there!\"\n\nHer companions followed her direction and saw standing upon a huge pile of rocks at the water's edge a slight, solitary figure. Something in the poise, as he leaned forward staring at the darkened waves -- for the sun was low and cast shadows aslant the water -- struck Myrtle as familiar.\n\n\"Oh, girls!\" she exclaimed; \"it's the Grand Canyon man.\"\n\n\"Why, I believe it is,\" agreed Patsy. \"What is he doing?\"\n\n\"Nothing,\" said Beth, briefly."}, {"quote": "\"it's the Grand Canyon man.\"", "context": "So they began to retrace their steps. Myrtle still walked with some difficulty, and they had not proceeded far when Beth exclaimed:\n\n\"Look at that man down there!\"\n\nHer companions followed her direction and saw standing upon a huge pile of rocks at the water's edge a slight, solitary figure. Something in the poise, as he leaned forward staring at the darkened waves -- for the sun was low and cast shadows aslant the water -- struck Myrtle as familiar.\n\n\"Oh, girls!\" she exclaimed; \"it's the Grand Canyon man.\"\n\n\"Why, I believe it is,\" agreed Patsy. \"What is he doing?\"\n\n\"Nothing,\" said Beth, briefly. \"But he is going to do something, I think.\"\n\nWhile they stared at him from their elevation the man straightened an instant and cast a hasty glance to either side. The place seemed to him deserted, for he failed to observe the group of three intently watching his motions from the high bank overhead. Next moment he turned back to the water and leaned over the edge of rock again."}, {"quote": "\"Why, I believe it is,", "context": "So they began to retrace their steps. Myrtle still walked with some difficulty, and they had not proceeded far when Beth exclaimed:\n\n\"Look at that man down there!\"\n\nHer companions followed her direction and saw standing upon a huge pile of rocks at the water's edge a slight, solitary figure. Something in the poise, as he leaned forward staring at the darkened waves -- for the sun was low and cast shadows aslant the water -- struck Myrtle as familiar.\n\n\"Oh, girls!\" she exclaimed; \"it's the Grand Canyon man.\"\n\n\"Why, I believe it is,\" agreed Patsy. \"What is he doing?\"\n\n\"Nothing,\" said Beth, briefly. \"But he is going to do something, I think.\"\n\nWhile they stared at him from their elevation the man straightened an instant and cast a hasty glance to either side. The place seemed to him deserted, for he failed to observe the group of three intently watching his motions from the high bank overhead. Next moment he turned back to the water and leaned over the edge of rock again.\n\n\"Don't!\" cried Myrtle, her clear voice ringing over the lap of the waves; \"please don't!\""}, {"quote": "\"What is he doing?\"", "context": "So they began to retrace their steps. Myrtle still walked with some difficulty, and they had not proceeded far when Beth exclaimed:\n\n\"Look at that man down there!\"\n\nHer companions followed her direction and saw standing upon a huge pile of rocks at the water's edge a slight, solitary figure. Something in the poise, as he leaned forward staring at the darkened waves -- for the sun was low and cast shadows aslant the water -- struck Myrtle as familiar.\n\n\"Oh, girls!\" she exclaimed; \"it's the Grand Canyon man.\"\n\n\"Why, I believe it is,\" agreed Patsy. \"What is he doing?\"\n\n\"Nothing,\" said Beth, briefly. \"But he is going to do something, I think.\"\n\nWhile they stared at him from their elevation the man straightened an instant and cast a hasty glance to either side. The place seemed to him deserted, for he failed to observe the group of three intently watching his motions from the high bank overhead. Next moment he turned back to the water and leaned over the edge of rock again.\n\n\"Don't!\" cried Myrtle, her clear voice ringing over the lap of the waves; \"please don't!\""}, {"quote": "\"But he is going to do something, I think.\"", "context": "Her companions followed her direction and saw standing upon a huge pile of rocks at the water's edge a slight, solitary figure. Something in the poise, as he leaned forward staring at the darkened waves -- for the sun was low and cast shadows aslant the water -- struck Myrtle as familiar.\n\n\"Oh, girls!\" she exclaimed; \"it's the Grand Canyon man.\"\n\n\"Why, I believe it is,\" agreed Patsy. \"What is he doing?\"\n\n\"Nothing,\" said Beth, briefly. \"But he is going to do something, I think.\"\n\nWhile they stared at him from their elevation the man straightened an instant and cast a hasty glance to either side. The place seemed to him deserted, for he failed to observe the group of three intently watching his motions from the high bank overhead. Next moment he turned back to the water and leaned over the edge of rock again.\n\n\"Don't!\" cried Myrtle, her clear voice ringing over the lap of the waves; \"please don't!\"\n\nHe swung around and turned his gaunt features upward to where the young girl leaned upon her crutches, with clasped hands and a look of distress upon her sweet face."}, {"quote": "\"whether he really was thinking of plunging into the ocean; or whether that time at the Grand Canyon he had a notion of jumping into the chasm.\"", "context": "He passed his hand over his eyes with a very weary gesture and looked at Myrtle again -- this time quite steadily. She was trembling in every limb and her cheeks were white with fear.\n\nSlowly -- very slowly -- the man turned and began to climb the rocks; not directly upward to where the girls stood, but diagonally, so as to reach the walk some distance ahead of them. They did not move until he had gained the path and turned toward the hotel. Then they followed and kept him in sight until he reached the entrance to the court and disappeared within.\n\n\"I wonder,\" said Patsy, as they made their way to their rooms, \"whether he really was thinking of plunging into the ocean; or whether that time at the Grand Canyon he had a notion of jumping into the chasm.\"\n\n\"If so,\" added Beth, \"Myrtle has saved his life twice. But she can't be always near to watch the man, and if he has suicidal intentions, he'll make an end of himself, sooner or later, without a doubt.\"\n\n\"Perhaps,\" said Myrtle, hesitatingly, \"I am quite wrong, and the strange man had no intention of doing himself an injury. But each time I obeyed an impulse that compelled me to cry out; and afterward I have been much ashamed of my forwardness.\""}, {"quote": "\"Myrtle has saved his life twice. But she can't be always near to watch the man, and if he has suicidal intentions, he'll make an end of himself, sooner or later, without a doubt.\"", "context": "Slowly -- very slowly -- the man turned and began to climb the rocks; not directly upward to where the girls stood, but diagonally, so as to reach the walk some distance ahead of them. They did not move until he had gained the path and turned toward the hotel. Then they followed and kept him in sight until he reached the entrance to the court and disappeared within.\n\n\"I wonder,\" said Patsy, as they made their way to their rooms, \"whether he really was thinking of plunging into the ocean; or whether that time at the Grand Canyon he had a notion of jumping into the chasm.\"\n\n\"If so,\" added Beth, \"Myrtle has saved his life twice. But she can't be always near to watch the man, and if he has suicidal intentions, he'll make an end of himself, sooner or later, without a doubt.\"\n\n\"Perhaps,\" said Myrtle, hesitatingly, \"I am quite wrong, and the strange man had no intention of doing himself an injury. But each time I obeyed an impulse that compelled me to cry out; and afterward I have been much ashamed of my forwardness.\"\n\nThey did not see the melancholy man at dinner; but afterward, in the spacious lobby, they discovered him sitting in a far corner reading a magazine. He seemed intent on this occupation and paid no attention to the life around him. The girls called Uncle John's attention to him, and Mr. Merrick at once recognized him as the same individual they had met at the Grand Canyon."}, {"quote": "\"I am quite wrong, and the strange man had no intention of doing himself an injury. But each time I obeyed an impulse that compelled me to cry out; and afterward I have been much ashamed of my forwardness.\"", "context": "\"I wonder,\" said Patsy, as they made their way to their rooms, \"whether he really was thinking of plunging into the ocean; or whether that time at the Grand Canyon he had a notion of jumping into the chasm.\"\n\n\"If so,\" added Beth, \"Myrtle has saved his life twice. But she can't be always near to watch the man, and if he has suicidal intentions, he'll make an end of himself, sooner or later, without a doubt.\"\n\n\"Perhaps,\" said Myrtle, hesitatingly, \"I am quite wrong, and the strange man had no intention of doing himself an injury. But each time I obeyed an impulse that compelled me to cry out; and afterward I have been much ashamed of my forwardness.\"\n\nThey did not see the melancholy man at dinner; but afterward, in the spacious lobby, they discovered him sitting in a far corner reading a magazine. He seemed intent on this occupation and paid no attention to the life around him. The girls called Uncle John's attention to him, and Mr. Merrick at once recognized him as the same individual they had met at the Grand Canyon.\n\n\"But I am not especially pleased to encounter him again,\" he said with a slight frown; \"for, if I remember aright, he acted very rudely to Myrtle and proved unsociable when I made overtures and spoke to him.\""}, {"quote": "\"But I am not especially pleased to encounter him again,", "context": "\"I am quite wrong, and the strange man had no intention of doing himself an injury. But each time I obeyed an impulse that compelled me to cry out; and afterward I have been much ashamed of my forwardness.\"\n\nThey did not see the melancholy man at dinner; but afterward, in the spacious lobby, they discovered him sitting in a far corner reading a magazine. He seemed intent on this occupation and paid no attention to the life around him. The girls called Uncle John's attention to him, and Mr. Merrick at once recognized him as the same individual they had met at the Grand Canyon.\n\n\"But I am not especially pleased to encounter him again,\" he said with a slight frown; \"for, if I remember aright, he acted very rudely to Myrtle and proved unsociable when I made overtures and spoke to him.\"\n\n\"I wonder who he is?\" mused Patsy, watching the weary, haggard features as his eyes slowly followed the lines of his magazine.\n\n\"I'll inquire and find out,\" replied her uncle.\n\nThe cherubic landlord was just then pacing up and down the lobby, pausing here and there to interchange a word with his guests. Uncle John approached him and said:"}, {"quote": "\"for, if I remember aright, he acted very rudely to Myrtle and proved unsociable when I made overtures and spoke to him.\"", "context": "\"I am quite wrong, and the strange man had no intention of doing himself an injury. But each time I obeyed an impulse that compelled me to cry out; and afterward I have been much ashamed of my forwardness.\"\n\nThey did not see the melancholy man at dinner; but afterward, in the spacious lobby, they discovered him sitting in a far corner reading a magazine. He seemed intent on this occupation and paid no attention to the life around him. The girls called Uncle John's attention to him, and Mr. Merrick at once recognized him as the same individual they had met at the Grand Canyon.\n\n\"But I am not especially pleased to encounter him again,\" he said with a slight frown; \"for, if I remember aright, he acted very rudely to Myrtle and proved unsociable when I made overtures and spoke to him.\"\n\n\"I wonder who he is?\" mused Patsy, watching the weary, haggard features as his eyes slowly followed the lines of his magazine.\n\n\"I'll inquire and find out,\" replied her uncle.\n\nThe cherubic landlord was just then pacing up and down the lobby, pausing here and there to interchange a word with his guests. Uncle John approached him and said:\n\n\"Can you tell me, Mr. Ross, who the gentleman is in the corner?\"\n\nThe landlord looked around at the corner and smiled."}, {"quote": "\"I wonder who he is?", "context": "They did not see the melancholy man at dinner; but afterward, in the spacious lobby, they discovered him sitting in a far corner reading a magazine. He seemed intent on this occupation and paid no attention to the life around him. The girls called Uncle John's attention to him, and Mr. Merrick at once recognized him as the same individual they had met at the Grand Canyon.\n\n\"But I am not especially pleased to encounter him again,\" he said with a slight frown; \"for, if I remember aright, he acted very rudely to Myrtle and proved unsociable when I made overtures and spoke to him.\"\n\n\"I wonder who he is?\" mused Patsy, watching the weary, haggard features as his eyes slowly followed the lines of his magazine.\n\n\"I'll inquire and find out,\" replied her uncle.\n\nThe cherubic landlord was just then pacing up and down the lobby, pausing here and there to interchange a word with his guests. Uncle John approached him and said:\n\n\"Can you tell me, Mr. Ross, who the gentleman is in the corner?\"\n\nThe landlord looked around at the corner and smiled.\n\n\"That,\" said he,"}, {"quote": "\"I'll inquire and find out,", "context": "They did not see the melancholy man at dinner; but afterward, in the spacious lobby, they discovered him sitting in a far corner reading a magazine. He seemed intent on this occupation and paid no attention to the life around him. The girls called Uncle John's attention to him, and Mr. Merrick at once recognized him as the same individual they had met at the Grand Canyon.\n\n\"But I am not especially pleased to encounter him again,\" he said with a slight frown; \"for, if I remember aright, he acted very rudely to Myrtle and proved unsociable when I made overtures and spoke to him.\"\n\n\"I wonder who he is?\" mused Patsy, watching the weary, haggard features as his eyes slowly followed the lines of his magazine.\n\n\"I'll inquire and find out,\" replied her uncle.\n\nThe cherubic landlord was just then pacing up and down the lobby, pausing here and there to interchange a word with his guests. Uncle John approached him and said:\n\n\"Can you tell me, Mr. Ross, who the gentleman is in the corner?\"\n\nThe landlord looked around at the corner and smiled.\n\n\"That,\" said he, \"is the gentleman we spoke of this afternoon -- Mr. C.B. Jones -- the man who usurped the rooms intended for you.\"\n\n\"Rooms?\" repeated Uncle John."}, {"quote": "\"Can you tell me, Mr. Ross, who the gentleman is in the corner?\"", "context": "\"for, if I remember aright, he acted very rudely to Myrtle and proved unsociable when I made overtures and spoke to him.\"\n\n\"I wonder who he is?\" mused Patsy, watching the weary, haggard features as his eyes slowly followed the lines of his magazine.\n\n\"I'll inquire and find out,\" replied her uncle.\n\nThe cherubic landlord was just then pacing up and down the lobby, pausing here and there to interchange a word with his guests. Uncle John approached him and said:\n\n\"Can you tell me, Mr. Ross, who the gentleman is in the corner?\"\n\nThe landlord looked around at the corner and smiled.\n\n\"That,\" said he, \"is the gentleman we spoke of this afternoon -- Mr. C.B. Jones -- the man who usurped the rooms intended for you.\"\n\n\"Rooms?\" repeated Uncle John. \"Has he a large party, then?\"\n\n\"He is alone; that is the queer part of it,\" returned the landlord. \"Nor has he much baggage. But he liked the suite -- a parlor with five rooms opening out of it -- and insisted upon having them all, despite the fact that it is one of the most expensive suites in the hotel. I said he was eccentric, did I not?\""}, {"quote": "\"is the gentleman we spoke of this afternoon -- Mr. C.B. Jones -- the man who usurped the rooms intended for you.\"", "context": "\" mused Patsy, watching the weary, haggard features as his eyes slowly followed the lines of his magazine.\n\n\"I'll inquire and find out,\" replied her uncle.\n\nThe cherubic landlord was just then pacing up and down the lobby, pausing here and there to interchange a word with his guests. Uncle John approached him and said:\n\n\"Can you tell me, Mr. Ross, who the gentleman is in the corner?\"\n\nThe landlord looked around at the corner and smiled.\n\n\"That,\" said he, \"is the gentleman we spoke of this afternoon -- Mr. C.B. Jones -- the man who usurped the rooms intended for you.\"\n\n\"Rooms?\" repeated Uncle John. \"Has he a large party, then?\"\n\n\"He is alone; that is the queer part of it,\" returned the landlord. \"Nor has he much baggage. But he liked the suite -- a parlor with five rooms opening out of it -- and insisted upon having them all, despite the fact that it is one of the most expensive suites in the hotel. I said he was eccentric, did I not?\"\n\n\"You were justified,\" said Mr. Merrick, thought fully."}, {"quote": "\"Has he a large party, then?\"", "context": "The cherubic landlord was just then pacing up and down the lobby, pausing here and there to interchange a word with his guests. Uncle John approached him and said:\n\n\"Can you tell me, Mr. Ross, who the gentleman is in the corner?\"\n\nThe landlord looked around at the corner and smiled.\n\n\"That,\" said he, \"is the gentleman we spoke of this afternoon -- Mr. C.B. Jones -- the man who usurped the rooms intended for you.\"\n\n\"Rooms?\" repeated Uncle John. \"Has he a large party, then?\"\n\n\"He is alone; that is the queer part of it,\" returned the landlord. \"Nor has he much baggage. But he liked the suite -- a parlor with five rooms opening out of it -- and insisted upon having them all, despite the fact that it is one of the most expensive suites in the hotel. I said he was eccentric, did I not?\"\n\n\"You were justified,\" said Mr. Merrick, thought fully. \"Thank you, sir, for the information.\"\n\nEven as he rejoined the girls, who were seated together upon a broad divan, the man arose, laid down his magazine and came slowly down the room, evidently headed for the elevator. But with a start he recognized the girl who had accosted him on the beach, and the others with her, and for an instant came to a full stop before the group, his sad eyes fixed intently upon Myrtle's face."}, {"quote": "\"He is alone; that is the queer part of it,", "context": "The cherubic landlord was just then pacing up and down the lobby, pausing here and there to interchange a word with his guests. Uncle John approached him and said:\n\n\"Can you tell me, Mr. Ross, who the gentleman is in the corner?\"\n\nThe landlord looked around at the corner and smiled.\n\n\"That,\" said he, \"is the gentleman we spoke of this afternoon -- Mr. C.B. Jones -- the man who usurped the rooms intended for you.\"\n\n\"Rooms?\" repeated Uncle John. \"Has he a large party, then?\"\n\n\"He is alone; that is the queer part of it,\" returned the landlord. \"Nor has he much baggage. But he liked the suite -- a parlor with five rooms opening out of it -- and insisted upon having them all, despite the fact that it is one of the most expensive suites in the hotel. I said he was eccentric, did I not?\"\n\n\"You were justified,\" said Mr. Merrick, thought fully. \"Thank you, sir, for the information.\"\n\nEven as he rejoined the girls, who were seated together upon a broad divan, the man arose, laid down his magazine and came slowly down the room, evidently headed for the elevator. But with a start he recognized the girl who had accosted him on the beach, and the others with her, and for an instant came to a full stop before the group, his sad eyes fixed intently upon Myrtle's face."}, {"quote": "\"Nor has he much baggage. But he liked the suite -- a parlor with five rooms opening out of it -- and insisted upon having them all, despite the fact that it is one of the most expensive suites in the hotel. I said he was eccentric, did I not?\"", "context": "The cherubic landlord was just then pacing up and down the lobby, pausing here and there to interchange a word with his guests. Uncle John approached him and said:\n\n\"Can you tell me, Mr. Ross, who the gentleman is in the corner?\"\n\nThe landlord looked around at the corner and smiled.\n\n\"That,\" said he, \"is the gentleman we spoke of this afternoon -- Mr. C.B. Jones -- the man who usurped the rooms intended for you.\"\n\n\"Rooms?\" repeated Uncle John. \"Has he a large party, then?\"\n\n\"He is alone; that is the queer part of it,\" returned the landlord. \"Nor has he much baggage. But he liked the suite -- a parlor with five rooms opening out of it -- and insisted upon having them all, despite the fact that it is one of the most expensive suites in the hotel. I said he was eccentric, did I not?\"\n\n\"You were justified,\" said Mr. Merrick, thought fully. \"Thank you, sir, for the information.\"\n\nEven as he rejoined the girls, who were seated together upon a broad divan, the man arose, laid down his magazine and came slowly down the room, evidently headed for the elevator. But with a start he recognized the girl who had accosted him on the beach, and the others with her, and for an instant came to a full stop before the group, his sad eyes fixed intently upon Myrtle's face."}, {"quote": "\"You were justified,", "context": "\"is the gentleman we spoke of this afternoon -- Mr. C.B. Jones -- the man who usurped the rooms intended for you.\"\n\n\"Rooms?\" repeated Uncle John. \"Has he a large party, then?\"\n\n\"He is alone; that is the queer part of it,\" returned the landlord. \"Nor has he much baggage. But he liked the suite -- a parlor with five rooms opening out of it -- and insisted upon having them all, despite the fact that it is one of the most expensive suites in the hotel. I said he was eccentric, did I not?\"\n\n\"You were justified,\" said Mr. Merrick, thought fully. \"Thank you, sir, for the information.\"\n\nEven as he rejoined the girls, who were seated together upon a broad divan, the man arose, laid down his magazine and came slowly down the room, evidently headed for the elevator. But with a start he recognized the girl who had accosted him on the beach, and the others with her, and for an instant came to a full stop before the group, his sad eyes fixed intently upon Myrtle's face."}, {"quote": "\"Thank you, sir, for the information.\"", "context": "\"Rooms?\" repeated Uncle John. \"Has he a large party, then?\"\n\n\"He is alone; that is the queer part of it,\" returned the landlord. \"Nor has he much baggage. But he liked the suite -- a parlor with five rooms opening out of it -- and insisted upon having them all, despite the fact that it is one of the most expensive suites in the hotel. I said he was eccentric, did I not?\"\n\n\"You were justified,\" said Mr. Merrick, thought fully. \"Thank you, sir, for the information.\"\n\nEven as he rejoined the girls, who were seated together upon a broad divan, the man arose, laid down his magazine and came slowly down the room, evidently headed for the elevator. But with a start he recognized the girl who had accosted him on the beach, and the others with her, and for an instant came to a full stop before the group, his sad eyes fixed intently upon Myrtle's face.\n\nThe situation was a bit awkward, and to relieve it Uncle John remarked in his cheery voice:"}, {"quote": "\"Well, Mr. Jones, we meet again, you see.\"", "context": "Even as he rejoined the girls, who were seated together upon a broad divan, the man arose, laid down his magazine and came slowly down the room, evidently headed for the elevator. But with a start he recognized the girl who had accosted him on the beach, and the others with her, and for an instant came to a full stop before the group, his sad eyes fixed intently upon Myrtle's face.\n\nThe situation was a bit awkward, and to relieve it Uncle John remarked in his cheery voice:\n\n\"Well, Mr. Jones, we meet again, you see.\"\n\nThe man turned slowly and faced him; then bowed in a mechanical way and proceeded to the elevator, into which he disappeared.\n\nNaturally Uncle John was indignant.\n\n\"Confound the fellow!\" he exclaimed. \"He's worse than a boor. But perhaps his early education was neglected.\"\n\n\"Did you call him Mr. Jones, sir?\" asked Myrtle in a voice that trembled with excitement.\n\n\"Yes, my dear; but it is not your Uncle Anson. I've inquired about him. The Joneses are pretty thick, wherever you go; but I hope not many are like this fellow.\""}, {"quote": "\"Confound the fellow!", "context": "Even as he rejoined the girls, who were seated together upon a broad divan, the man arose, laid down his magazine and came slowly down the room, evidently headed for the elevator. But with a start he recognized the girl who had accosted him on the beach, and the others with her, and for an instant came to a full stop before the group, his sad eyes fixed intently upon Myrtle's face.\n\nThe situation was a bit awkward, and to relieve it Uncle John remarked in his cheery voice:\n\n\"Well, Mr. Jones, we meet again, you see.\"\n\nThe man turned slowly and faced him; then bowed in a mechanical way and proceeded to the elevator, into which he disappeared.\n\nNaturally Uncle John was indignant.\n\n\"Confound the fellow!\" he exclaimed. \"He's worse than a boor. But perhaps his early education was neglected.\"\n\n\"Did you call him Mr. Jones, sir?\" asked Myrtle in a voice that trembled with excitement.\n\n\"Yes, my dear; but it is not your Uncle Anson. I've inquired about him. The Joneses are pretty thick, wherever you go; but I hope not many are like this fellow.\"\n\n\"Something's wrong with him,\" declared Patsy. \"He's had some sad bereavement -- a great blow of some sort -- and it has made him somber and melancholy. He doesn't seem to know he acts rudely. You can tell by the man's eyes that he is unhappy.\""}, {"quote": "\"He's worse than a boor. But perhaps his early education was neglected.\"", "context": "Even as he rejoined the girls, who were seated together upon a broad divan, the man arose, laid down his magazine and came slowly down the room, evidently headed for the elevator. But with a start he recognized the girl who had accosted him on the beach, and the others with her, and for an instant came to a full stop before the group, his sad eyes fixed intently upon Myrtle's face.\n\nThe situation was a bit awkward, and to relieve it Uncle John remarked in his cheery voice:\n\n\"Well, Mr. Jones, we meet again, you see.\"\n\nThe man turned slowly and faced him; then bowed in a mechanical way and proceeded to the elevator, into which he disappeared.\n\nNaturally Uncle John was indignant.\n\n\"Confound the fellow!\" he exclaimed. \"He's worse than a boor. But perhaps his early education was neglected.\"\n\n\"Did you call him Mr. Jones, sir?\" asked Myrtle in a voice that trembled with excitement.\n\n\"Yes, my dear; but it is not your Uncle Anson. I've inquired about him. The Joneses are pretty thick, wherever you go; but I hope not many are like this fellow.\"\n\n\"Something's wrong with him,\" declared Patsy. \"He's had some sad bereavement -- a great blow of some sort -- and it has made him somber and melancholy. He doesn't seem to know he acts rudely. You can tell by the man's eyes that he is unhappy.\""}, {"quote": "\"Did you call him Mr. Jones, sir?", "context": "Even as he rejoined the girls, who were seated together upon a broad divan, the man arose, laid down his magazine and came slowly down the room, evidently headed for the elevator. But with a start he recognized the girl who had accosted him on the beach, and the others with her, and for an instant came to a full stop before the group, his sad eyes fixed intently upon Myrtle's face.\n\nThe situation was a bit awkward, and to relieve it Uncle John remarked in his cheery voice:\n\n\"Well, Mr. Jones, we meet again, you see.\"\n\nThe man turned slowly and faced him; then bowed in a mechanical way and proceeded to the elevator, into which he disappeared.\n\nNaturally Uncle John was indignant.\n\n\"Confound the fellow!\" he exclaimed. \"He's worse than a boor. But perhaps his early education was neglected.\"\n\n\"Did you call him Mr. Jones, sir?\" asked Myrtle in a voice that trembled with excitement.\n\n\"Yes, my dear; but it is not your Uncle Anson. I've inquired about him. The Joneses are pretty thick, wherever you go; but I hope not many are like this fellow.\"\n\n\"Something's wrong with him,\" declared Patsy. \"He's had some sad bereavement -- a great blow of some sort -- and it has made him somber and melancholy. He doesn't seem to know he acts rudely. You can tell by the man's eyes that he is unhappy.\""}, {"quote": "\"Yes, my dear; but it is not your Uncle Anson. I've inquired about him. The Joneses are pretty thick, wherever you go; but I hope not many are like this fellow.\"", "context": "The situation was a bit awkward, and to relieve it Uncle John remarked in his cheery voice:\n\n\"Well, Mr. Jones, we meet again, you see.\"\n\nThe man turned slowly and faced him; then bowed in a mechanical way and proceeded to the elevator, into which he disappeared.\n\nNaturally Uncle John was indignant.\n\n\"Confound the fellow!\" he exclaimed. \"He's worse than a boor. But perhaps his early education was neglected.\"\n\n\"Did you call him Mr. Jones, sir?\" asked Myrtle in a voice that trembled with excitement.\n\n\"Yes, my dear; but it is not your Uncle Anson. I've inquired about him. The Joneses are pretty thick, wherever you go; but I hope not many are like this fellow.\"\n\n\"Something's wrong with him,\" declared Patsy. \"He's had some sad bereavement -- a great blow of some sort -- and it has made him somber and melancholy. He doesn't seem to know he acts rudely. You can tell by the man's eyes that he is unhappy.\"\n\n\"His eyes have neither color nor expression,\" remarked Beth. \"At his best, this Mr. Jones must have been an undesirable acquaintance.\"\n\n\"You can't be sure of that,\" returned Patsy;"}, {"quote": "\"Something's wrong with him,", "context": "Naturally Uncle John was indignant.\n\n\"Confound the fellow!\" he exclaimed. \"He's worse than a boor. But perhaps his early education was neglected.\"\n\n\"Did you call him Mr. Jones, sir?\" asked Myrtle in a voice that trembled with excitement.\n\n\"Yes, my dear; but it is not your Uncle Anson. I've inquired about him. The Joneses are pretty thick, wherever you go; but I hope not many are like this fellow.\"\n\n\"Something's wrong with him,\" declared Patsy. \"He's had some sad bereavement -- a great blow of some sort -- and it has made him somber and melancholy. He doesn't seem to know he acts rudely. You can tell by the man's eyes that he is unhappy.\"\n\n\"His eyes have neither color nor expression,\" remarked Beth. \"At his best, this Mr. Jones must have been an undesirable acquaintance.\"\n\n\"You can't be sure of that,\" returned Patsy; \"and I'm positive my theory is correct. More and more am I inclined to agree with Myrtle that he is disgusted with life, and longs to end it.\""}, {"quote": "\"He's had some sad bereavement -- a great blow of some sort -- and it has made him somber and melancholy. He doesn't seem to know he acts rudely. You can tell by the man's eyes that he is unhappy.\"", "context": "\"Confound the fellow!\" he exclaimed. \"He's worse than a boor. But perhaps his early education was neglected.\"\n\n\"Did you call him Mr. Jones, sir?\" asked Myrtle in a voice that trembled with excitement.\n\n\"Yes, my dear; but it is not your Uncle Anson. I've inquired about him. The Joneses are pretty thick, wherever you go; but I hope not many are like this fellow.\"\n\n\"Something's wrong with him,\" declared Patsy. \"He's had some sad bereavement -- a great blow of some sort -- and it has made him somber and melancholy. He doesn't seem to know he acts rudely. You can tell by the man's eyes that he is unhappy.\"\n\n\"His eyes have neither color nor expression,\" remarked Beth. \"At his best, this Mr. Jones must have been an undesirable acquaintance.\"\n\n\"You can't be sure of that,\" returned Patsy; \"and I'm positive my theory is correct. More and more am I inclined to agree with Myrtle that he is disgusted with life, and longs to end it.\"\n\n\"Let him, then,\" retorted Uncle John. \"I'm sure such a person is of no use to the world, and if he doesn't like himself he's better out of it.\""}, {"quote": "\"His eyes have neither color nor expression,", "context": "\"Yes, my dear; but it is not your Uncle Anson. I've inquired about him. The Joneses are pretty thick, wherever you go; but I hope not many are like this fellow.\"\n\n\"Something's wrong with him,\" declared Patsy. \"He's had some sad bereavement -- a great blow of some sort -- and it has made him somber and melancholy. He doesn't seem to know he acts rudely. You can tell by the man's eyes that he is unhappy.\"\n\n\"His eyes have neither color nor expression,\" remarked Beth. \"At his best, this Mr. Jones must have been an undesirable acquaintance.\"\n\n\"You can't be sure of that,\" returned Patsy; \"and I'm positive my theory is correct. More and more am I inclined to agree with Myrtle that he is disgusted with life, and longs to end it.\"\n\n\"Let him, then,\" retorted Uncle John. \"I'm sure such a person is of no use to the world, and if he doesn't like himself he's better out of it.\""}, {"quote": "\"At his best, this Mr. Jones must have been an undesirable acquaintance.\"", "context": "\"Yes, my dear; but it is not your Uncle Anson. I've inquired about him. The Joneses are pretty thick, wherever you go; but I hope not many are like this fellow.\"\n\n\"Something's wrong with him,\" declared Patsy. \"He's had some sad bereavement -- a great blow of some sort -- and it has made him somber and melancholy. He doesn't seem to know he acts rudely. You can tell by the man's eyes that he is unhappy.\"\n\n\"His eyes have neither color nor expression,\" remarked Beth. \"At his best, this Mr. Jones must have been an undesirable acquaintance.\"\n\n\"You can't be sure of that,\" returned Patsy; \"and I'm positive my theory is correct. More and more am I inclined to agree with Myrtle that he is disgusted with life, and longs to end it.\"\n\n\"Let him, then,\" retorted Uncle John. \"I'm sure such a person is of no use to the world, and if he doesn't like himself he's better out of it.\"\n\nThat kindly Mr. Merrick should give vent to such a heartless speech proved how much annoyed he had been by Mr. Jones' discourtesy."}, {"quote": "\"You can't be sure of that,", "context": "\"Yes, my dear; but it is not your Uncle Anson. I've inquired about him. The Joneses are pretty thick, wherever you go; but I hope not many are like this fellow.\"\n\n\"Something's wrong with him,\" declared Patsy. \"He's had some sad bereavement -- a great blow of some sort -- and it has made him somber and melancholy. He doesn't seem to know he acts rudely. You can tell by the man's eyes that he is unhappy.\"\n\n\"His eyes have neither color nor expression,\" remarked Beth. \"At his best, this Mr. Jones must have been an undesirable acquaintance.\"\n\n\"You can't be sure of that,\" returned Patsy; \"and I'm positive my theory is correct. More and more am I inclined to agree with Myrtle that he is disgusted with life, and longs to end it.\"\n\n\"Let him, then,\" retorted Uncle John. \"I'm sure such a person is of no use to the world, and if he doesn't like himself he's better out of it.\"\n\nThat kindly Mr. Merrick should give vent to such a heartless speech proved how much annoyed he had been by Mr. Jones' discourtesy."}, {"quote": "\"and I'm positive my theory is correct. More and more am I inclined to agree with Myrtle that he is disgusted with life, and longs to end it.\"", "context": "\"Something's wrong with him,\" declared Patsy. \"He's had some sad bereavement -- a great blow of some sort -- and it has made him somber and melancholy. He doesn't seem to know he acts rudely. You can tell by the man's eyes that he is unhappy.\"\n\n\"His eyes have neither color nor expression,\" remarked Beth. \"At his best, this Mr. Jones must have been an undesirable acquaintance.\"\n\n\"You can't be sure of that,\" returned Patsy; \"and I'm positive my theory is correct. More and more am I inclined to agree with Myrtle that he is disgusted with life, and longs to end it.\"\n\n\"Let him, then,\" retorted Uncle John. \"I'm sure such a person is of no use to the world, and if he doesn't like himself he's better out of it.\"\n\nThat kindly Mr. Merrick should give vent to such a heartless speech proved how much annoyed he had been by Mr. Jones' discourtesy.\n\n\"He might be reclaimed, and -- and comforted,\" said Myrtle, softly. \"When I think of the happiness you have brought into my life, sir, I long to express my gratitude by making some one else happy.\""}, {"quote": "\"I'm sure such a person is of no use to the world, and if he doesn't like himself he's better out of it.\"", "context": "\"He's had some sad bereavement -- a great blow of some sort -- and it has made him somber and melancholy. He doesn't seem to know he acts rudely. You can tell by the man's eyes that he is unhappy.\"\n\n\"His eyes have neither color nor expression,\" remarked Beth. \"At his best, this Mr. Jones must have been an undesirable acquaintance.\"\n\n\"You can't be sure of that,\" returned Patsy; \"and I'm positive my theory is correct. More and more am I inclined to agree with Myrtle that he is disgusted with life, and longs to end it.\"\n\n\"Let him, then,\" retorted Uncle John. \"I'm sure such a person is of no use to the world, and if he doesn't like himself he's better out of it.\"\n\nThat kindly Mr. Merrick should give vent to such a heartless speech proved how much annoyed he had been by Mr. Jones' discourtesy.\n\n\"He might be reclaimed, and -- and comforted,\" said Myrtle, softly. \"When I think of the happiness you have brought into my life, sir, I long to express my gratitude by making some one else happy.\"\n\n\"You're doing it, little one,\" he answered, pinching her cheek. \"If we've brought a bit of sunshine into your life we've reaped an ample reward in your companionship. But if you can find a way to comfort that man Jones, and fetch him out of his dumps, you are certainly a more wonderful fairy than I've given you credit for.\""}, {"quote": "\"He might be reclaimed, and -- and comforted,", "context": "\"and I'm positive my theory is correct. More and more am I inclined to agree with Myrtle that he is disgusted with life, and longs to end it.\"\n\n\"Let him, then,\" retorted Uncle John. \"I'm sure such a person is of no use to the world, and if he doesn't like himself he's better out of it.\"\n\nThat kindly Mr. Merrick should give vent to such a heartless speech proved how much annoyed he had been by Mr. Jones' discourtesy.\n\n\"He might be reclaimed, and -- and comforted,\" said Myrtle, softly. \"When I think of the happiness you have brought into my life, sir, I long to express my gratitude by making some one else happy.\"\n\n\"You're doing it, little one,\" he answered, pinching her cheek. \"If we've brought a bit of sunshine into your life we've reaped an ample reward in your companionship. But if you can find a way to comfort that man Jones, and fetch him out of his dumps, you are certainly a more wonderful fairy than I've given you credit for.\""}, {"quote": "\"When I think of the happiness you have brought into my life, sir, I long to express my gratitude by making some one else happy.\"", "context": "\"and I'm positive my theory is correct. More and more am I inclined to agree with Myrtle that he is disgusted with life, and longs to end it.\"\n\n\"Let him, then,\" retorted Uncle John. \"I'm sure such a person is of no use to the world, and if he doesn't like himself he's better out of it.\"\n\nThat kindly Mr. Merrick should give vent to such a heartless speech proved how much annoyed he had been by Mr. Jones' discourtesy.\n\n\"He might be reclaimed, and -- and comforted,\" said Myrtle, softly. \"When I think of the happiness you have brought into my life, sir, I long to express my gratitude by making some one else happy.\"\n\n\"You're doing it, little one,\" he answered, pinching her cheek. \"If we've brought a bit of sunshine into your life we've reaped an ample reward in your companionship. But if you can find a way to comfort that man Jones, and fetch him out of his dumps, you are certainly a more wonderful fairy than I've given you credit for.\"\n\nMyrtle did not reply to this, although it pleased her. She presently pleaded weariness and asked permission to return to her room. Beth and Patsy wanted to go into the great domed ballroom and watch the dancing; so Myrtle bade them good night and ascended by the elevator to her floor."}, {"quote": "\"You're doing it, little one,", "context": "\"I'm sure such a person is of no use to the world, and if he doesn't like himself he's better out of it.\"\n\nThat kindly Mr. Merrick should give vent to such a heartless speech proved how much annoyed he had been by Mr. Jones' discourtesy.\n\n\"He might be reclaimed, and -- and comforted,\" said Myrtle, softly. \"When I think of the happiness you have brought into my life, sir, I long to express my gratitude by making some one else happy.\"\n\n\"You're doing it, little one,\" he answered, pinching her cheek. \"If we've brought a bit of sunshine into your life we've reaped an ample reward in your companionship. But if you can find a way to comfort that man Jones, and fetch him out of his dumps, you are certainly a more wonderful fairy than I've given you credit for.\"\n\nMyrtle did not reply to this, although it pleased her. She presently pleaded weariness and asked permission to return to her room. Beth and Patsy wanted to go into the great domed ballroom and watch the dancing; so Myrtle bade them good night and ascended by the elevator to her floor."}, {"quote": "\"Perhaps I ought not to say so, but I know she has missed you,", "context": "It is possible that some people may think Mr Cavendish's emotions too acute for all the danger to which he was exposed; but no doubt every alarm gets intensified when a man broods on it, and thinks of nothing else for weeks at a time. All that he had to do at the present moment was to walk into Carlingford by the most frequented way, and to go up Grange Lane, where every house was open to him, and where nobody was so great a favourite as he. There were as many chances in his favour that he would not in that friendly neighbourhood encounter his one enemy, as there is for every man who goes into action that the bullet which is predestined to strike somebody will not be directed to him; but then Mr Cavendish had not the excitement of personal conflict, nor the kind of security which is given by sharing a risk with a great many other people. And to see everything smiling and serene around, and yet to know that the most deadly danger may arrive to you at any innocent opening, or round the first street-corner, is a kind of risk which naturally tells upon the nerves more than a more open peril. Mr Cavendish met Dr Marjoribanks, and the Doctor was good enough to stop his brougham and keep him in conversation for five minutes with his back to the foe, if foe there was approaching; and then he met Mrs Chiley, who all but kissed him, and was so glad to see him again, and so pleased that he was in time to make acquaintance with the Archdeacon, and so sure that Lucilla would be quite happy now he had come back. \"Perhaps I ought not to say so, but I know she has missed you,\" said the injudicious old lady; and she took both his hands and held the miserable man in a kind of pillory, from whence he gazed with despairing eyes over her shoulder, feeling sure that now was the fatal moment, and that his enemy must be coming. But fortune still favoured him, as it happened. He had the presence of mind to say, \"I am going to call on Miss Marjoribanks;\" and Mrs Chiley dropped his hands on the instant as if they burned her, and patted him on the arm and sent him away."}, {"quote": "\"I am going to call on Miss Marjoribanks;", "context": "It is possible that some people may think Mr Cavendish's emotions too acute for all the danger to which he was exposed; but no doubt every alarm gets intensified when a man broods on it, and thinks of nothing else for weeks at a time. All that he had to do at the present moment was to walk into Carlingford by the most frequented way, and to go up Grange Lane, where every house was open to him, and where nobody was so great a favourite as he. There were as many chances in his favour that he would not in that friendly neighbourhood encounter his one enemy, as there is for every man who goes into action that the bullet which is predestined to strike somebody will not be directed to him; but then Mr Cavendish had not the excitement of personal conflict, nor the kind of security which is given by sharing a risk with a great many other people. And to see everything smiling and serene around, and yet to know that the most deadly danger may arrive to you at any innocent opening, or round the first street-corner, is a kind of risk which naturally tells upon the nerves more than a more open peril. Mr Cavendish met Dr Marjoribanks, and the Doctor was good enough to stop his brougham and keep him in conversation for five minutes with his back to the foe, if foe there was approaching; and then he met Mrs Chiley, who all but kissed him, and was so glad to see him again, and so pleased that he was in time to make acquaintance with the Archdeacon, and so sure that Lucilla would be quite happy now he had come back. \"Perhaps I ought not to say so, but I know she has missed you,\" said the injudicious old lady; and she took both his hands and held the miserable man in a kind of pillory, from whence he gazed with despairing eyes over her shoulder, feeling sure that now was the fatal moment, and that his enemy must be coming. But fortune still favoured him, as it happened. He had the presence of mind to say, \"I am going to call on Miss Marjoribanks;\" and Mrs Chiley dropped his hands on the instant as if they burned her, and patted him on the arm and sent him away. \"She is sure to be in just now, and I am so glad; and, my dear, you need not mind me, for I am both your friends,\" Mrs Chiley said. But when he was delivered from that danger, something still more formidable awaited the unfortunate man. He could not believe his eyes at first, nor conceive it possible that Fate would have such a spite against him; but there was no mistaking the crumpled dress, any more than the straight eyebrows and flashing oblique glances that had already found him out. Of all the horrible chances in the world, it was Barbara -- Barbara, who had a right to think he had deserted her on the previous night, and with whom his next interview could not be otherwise than stormy -- who thus appeared like a lion in his way. When he saw what awaited him, Mr Cavendish lost courage. His heart sank down into unfathomable depths. He did not know what he could say to her to shorten the inevitable interview, nor how he could escape, nor how hinder her from discovering that it was Lucilla he was going to see; and he had no longer any doubt in his mind that while he was thus engaged the Archdeacon must inevitably appear. If he had had time to think of ordinary subjects, he would have been sufficiently annoyed at the idea of an interview with Barbara in broad daylight on the sacred soil of Grange Lane, where all the world could or might be spectators; but such a merely prudential sentiment was entirely swallowed up to-day in much more urgent considerations. He would have been content just now, in the horror of the moment, to plight his troth to Barbara by way of getting rid of her, and leaving his path clear; but he could not stop her or himself from advancing, and dared not give any vent to the panic which was consuming his soul."}, {"quote": "\"She is sure to be in just now, and I am so glad; and, my dear, you need not mind me, for I am both your friends,", "context": "\" said the injudicious old lady; and she took both his hands and held the miserable man in a kind of pillory, from whence he gazed with despairing eyes over her shoulder, feeling sure that now was the fatal moment, and that his enemy must be coming. But fortune still favoured him, as it happened. He had the presence of mind to say, \"I am going to call on Miss Marjoribanks;\" and Mrs Chiley dropped his hands on the instant as if they burned her, and patted him on the arm and sent him away. \"She is sure to be in just now, and I am so glad; and, my dear, you need not mind me, for I am both your friends,\" Mrs Chiley said. But when he was delivered from that danger, something still more formidable awaited the unfortunate man. He could not believe his eyes at first, nor conceive it possible that Fate would have such a spite against him; but there was no mistaking the crumpled dress, any more than the straight eyebrows and flashing oblique glances that had already found him out. Of all the horrible chances in the world, it was Barbara -- Barbara, who had a right to think he had deserted her on the previous night, and with whom his next interview could not be otherwise than stormy -- who thus appeared like a lion in his way. When he saw what awaited him, Mr Cavendish lost courage. His heart sank down into unfathomable depths. He did not know what he could say to her to shorten the inevitable interview, nor how he could escape, nor how hinder her from discovering that it was Lucilla he was going to see; and he had no longer any doubt in his mind that while he was thus engaged the Archdeacon must inevitably appear. If he had had time to think of ordinary subjects, he would have been sufficiently annoyed at the idea of an interview with Barbara in broad daylight on the sacred soil of Grange Lane, where all the world could or might be spectators; but such a merely prudential sentiment was entirely swallowed up to-day in much more urgent considerations. He would have been content just now, in the horror of the moment, to plight his troth to Barbara by way of getting rid of her, and leaving his path clear; but he could not stop her or himself from advancing, and dared not give any vent to the panic which was consuming his soul."}, {"quote": "\"Oh, I am sure I never thought of seeing you here, Mr Cavendish,", "context": "\" Mrs Chiley said. But when he was delivered from that danger, something still more formidable awaited the unfortunate man. He could not believe his eyes at first, nor conceive it possible that Fate would have such a spite against him; but there was no mistaking the crumpled dress, any more than the straight eyebrows and flashing oblique glances that had already found him out. Of all the horrible chances in the world, it was Barbara -- Barbara, who had a right to think he had deserted her on the previous night, and with whom his next interview could not be otherwise than stormy -- who thus appeared like a lion in his way. When he saw what awaited him, Mr Cavendish lost courage. His heart sank down into unfathomable depths. He did not know what he could say to her to shorten the inevitable interview, nor how he could escape, nor how hinder her from discovering that it was Lucilla he was going to see; and he had no longer any doubt in his mind that while he was thus engaged the Archdeacon must inevitably appear. If he had had time to think of ordinary subjects, he would have been sufficiently annoyed at the idea of an interview with Barbara in broad daylight on the sacred soil of Grange Lane, where all the world could or might be spectators; but such a merely prudential sentiment was entirely swallowed up to-day in much more urgent considerations. He would have been content just now, in the horror of the moment, to plight his troth to Barbara by way of getting rid of her, and leaving his path clear; but he could not stop her or himself from advancing, and dared not give any vent to the panic which was consuming his soul.\n\n\"Oh, I am sure I never thought of seeing you here, Mr Cavendish,\" said Barbara, with a toss of her head. She would have done a great deal to secure her wavering lover, but she could not be amiable at a moment when she had him at a disadvantage. \"Perhaps you are going to see Miss Marjoribanks,\" said the foolish young woman. To tell the truth, she did not suspect him of any such treachery; but her heart was beating louder than usual, and she had the best position of the two, or thought she had, and chose what she supposed the most aggravating thing to say."}, {"quote": "\"Perhaps you are going to see Miss Marjoribanks,", "context": "\" Mrs Chiley said. But when he was delivered from that danger, something still more formidable awaited the unfortunate man. He could not believe his eyes at first, nor conceive it possible that Fate would have such a spite against him; but there was no mistaking the crumpled dress, any more than the straight eyebrows and flashing oblique glances that had already found him out. Of all the horrible chances in the world, it was Barbara -- Barbara, who had a right to think he had deserted her on the previous night, and with whom his next interview could not be otherwise than stormy -- who thus appeared like a lion in his way. When he saw what awaited him, Mr Cavendish lost courage. His heart sank down into unfathomable depths. He did not know what he could say to her to shorten the inevitable interview, nor how he could escape, nor how hinder her from discovering that it was Lucilla he was going to see; and he had no longer any doubt in his mind that while he was thus engaged the Archdeacon must inevitably appear. If he had had time to think of ordinary subjects, he would have been sufficiently annoyed at the idea of an interview with Barbara in broad daylight on the sacred soil of Grange Lane, where all the world could or might be spectators; but such a merely prudential sentiment was entirely swallowed up to-day in much more urgent considerations. He would have been content just now, in the horror of the moment, to plight his troth to Barbara by way of getting rid of her, and leaving his path clear; but he could not stop her or himself from advancing, and dared not give any vent to the panic which was consuming his soul.\n\n\"Oh, I am sure I never thought of seeing you here, Mr Cavendish,\" said Barbara, with a toss of her head. She would have done a great deal to secure her wavering lover, but she could not be amiable at a moment when she had him at a disadvantage. \"Perhaps you are going to see Miss Marjoribanks,\" said the foolish young woman. To tell the truth, she did not suspect him of any such treachery; but her heart was beating louder than usual, and she had the best position of the two, or thought she had, and chose what she supposed the most aggravating thing to say.\n\nBut it is always hard to tell what a man may do when he is in a state of despair. Mr Cavendish looked her in the face with the composure of desperation, though she did not know that. All that he was able to think of was how to get rid of her soonest, and to be able to continue his way."}, {"quote": "\"Yes, I am going to see Miss Marjoribanks,", "context": "\" said the foolish young woman. To tell the truth, she did not suspect him of any such treachery; but her heart was beating louder than usual, and she had the best position of the two, or thought she had, and chose what she supposed the most aggravating thing to say.\n\nBut it is always hard to tell what a man may do when he is in a state of despair. Mr Cavendish looked her in the face with the composure of desperation, though she did not know that. All that he was able to think of was how to get rid of her soonest, and to be able to continue his way. \"Yes, I am going to see Miss Marjoribanks,\" he said, with a face which extremity rendered stolid and impassible. As for poor Barbara, her colour changed in a moment. The very least that she had a right to expect was that he should have asked her pardon, put himself at her feet; and her mingled spite and humiliation and mortification at this response were beyond telling. Her cheeks blazed with sudden rage, her passion was so furious that she actually did what he wanted and stood out of his way, and made him an imperious sign to pass on and leave her. But even then she did not expect to be taken at her word. When Mr Cavendish took off his hat in that heartless way and passed on, Barbara stood aghast, not able to believe her senses. Had he really passed and left her, she who had done so much for him? Had he actually gone over to her adversary before her very eyes? She stood stock-still when he left her, gazing after him, blazing with rage and despite, and scarcely able to keep herself from shrieking out the torrent of reproaches and vituperations that were in her mind. She made no attempt whatever to hide her wrath or jealous curiosity from any eyes that might be there to see; but to be sure she had, as her sister said, no proper pride. If Mr Cavendish had carried out his intentions, the chances are that Barbara, driven desperate, would have rushed after him, and found some means of breaking in upon his interview with Lucilla; but after all this badgering, he had not the courage to carry out his intentions. He looked down the long sunshiny line of Grange Lane with a sickening sense that any of these doors might open at any moment, and his fate rush out upon him. There was not a soul to be seen, but that only made it all the more likely to poor Mr Cavendish's distempered fancy that somebody was coming. He had not even a single thought at leisure to give to Barbara, and never asked himself whether or not she was standing watching him. All his senses and faculties were engaged forecasting what might happen to him before he could reach Dr Marjoribanks's house. He was approaching it from the lower end of Grange Lane, and consequently had everything to risk; and when Mr Centum's door opened, and all the nurses and all the children poured out, the unfortunate man felt his heart jump, and drop again, if possible, lower than ever. It was this that drove him, instead of going on to Lucilla, to take refuge in his sister's house, where the door happened to be open. He rushed in there, and took breath, and was safe for the instant. But Barbara, for her part, watching him, divined none of Mr Cavendish's reasons. Her heart too gave a jump, and her wrath cooled down miraculously. No doubt it was a little impatience at being questioned which had made him answer as he did. He had not gone to Lucilla -- he had not deserted her standard, who had always met him half-way, and done so much for him. Barbara calmed down as she saw him enter at Mrs Woodburn's door. After having thus witnessed his safe exit, she felt at liberty to go back and return to her own affairs, and prepare her toilette for the evening; for it moved her very little less than Mr Cavendish to know that it was Thursday, and that there was no telling what might happen that night."}, {"quote": "\"It can't be worse than ruin,", "context": "As for the hero of all this commotion, he went and buried himself in Mrs Woodburn's back drawing-room, and threw himself on the sofa in the dark corner, and wiped his forehead like the Archdeacon. It was not his fault if events had overwhelmed him. If he had not met in succession Dr Marjoribanks and Mrs Chiley and Barbara, he would have gone right to Lucilla without stopping to question himself further -- but he could not bear all this accumulation. Panic had seized upon him, and this panic wrought more effectually than all argument. It was so terrible to live under such a shadow, that he felt it must be put an end to. If only he were left at rest for this moment, he felt that he could make up his mind to take the perilous leap at night, and dare everything. \"It can't be worse than ruin,\" he said to himself, and tried not to think that for his sister it might be something even worse than ruin. But the first thing of all was to get a little rest in the meantime, and hide himself, and forget the nightmare that was seated on his shoulders. When Mrs Woodburn came to him in haste, and saw his careful dress and pale looks, she was frightened for the moment. She thought it possible for one second that despair had driven him out of his wits, and that there might be, for anything she could tell, a little bottle of prussic acid in his waistcoat pocket. That was her first idea, and her second was that he was going to carry out at last his most wise and laudable resolution of proposing to Miss Marjoribanks, and that it was this -- naturally a serious and hazardous enterprise -- which made him look so pale."}, {"quote": "\"Harry, if you are going to Lucilla -- -- !", "context": "\" he said to himself, and tried not to think that for his sister it might be something even worse than ruin. But the first thing of all was to get a little rest in the meantime, and hide himself, and forget the nightmare that was seated on his shoulders. When Mrs Woodburn came to him in haste, and saw his careful dress and pale looks, she was frightened for the moment. She thought it possible for one second that despair had driven him out of his wits, and that there might be, for anything she could tell, a little bottle of prussic acid in his waistcoat pocket. That was her first idea, and her second was that he was going to carry out at last his most wise and laudable resolution of proposing to Miss Marjoribanks, and that it was this -- naturally a serious and hazardous enterprise -- which made him look so pale.\n\n\"Harry, if you are going to Lucilla -- -- !\" said Mrs Woodburn; \"wait and rest yourself a little, and I will get you a glass of wine. Keep still; there's some Tokay,\" said the anxious sister. \"Don't you go and worry yourself. You shall see nobody. I'll bring it you with my own hand.\"\n\n\"Oh, confound the Tokay!\" said Mr Cavendish. \"I know what Woodburn's Tokay is -- if that mattered. Look here, I want to speak to you. I was going to Lucilla, but I'm not up to it. Oh, not in the way you think! Don't be a fool like everybody. I tell you she wouldn't have me, and I won't ask her. Read this, which is much more to the purpose"}, {"quote": "\"wait and rest yourself a little, and I will get you a glass of wine. Keep still; there's some Tokay,", "context": "\" he said to himself, and tried not to think that for his sister it might be something even worse than ruin. But the first thing of all was to get a little rest in the meantime, and hide himself, and forget the nightmare that was seated on his shoulders. When Mrs Woodburn came to him in haste, and saw his careful dress and pale looks, she was frightened for the moment. She thought it possible for one second that despair had driven him out of his wits, and that there might be, for anything she could tell, a little bottle of prussic acid in his waistcoat pocket. That was her first idea, and her second was that he was going to carry out at last his most wise and laudable resolution of proposing to Miss Marjoribanks, and that it was this -- naturally a serious and hazardous enterprise -- which made him look so pale.\n\n\"Harry, if you are going to Lucilla -- -- !\" said Mrs Woodburn; \"wait and rest yourself a little, and I will get you a glass of wine. Keep still; there's some Tokay,\" said the anxious sister. \"Don't you go and worry yourself. You shall see nobody. I'll bring it you with my own hand.\"\n\n\"Oh, confound the Tokay!\" said Mr Cavendish. \"I know what Woodburn's Tokay is -- if that mattered. Look here, I want to speak to you. I was going to Lucilla, but I'm not up to it. Oh, not in the way you think! Don't be a fool like everybody. I tell you she wouldn't have me, and I won't ask her. Read this, which is much more to the purpose"}, {"quote": "\"Don't you go and worry yourself. You shall see nobody. I'll bring it you with my own hand.\"", "context": "\" he said to himself, and tried not to think that for his sister it might be something even worse than ruin. But the first thing of all was to get a little rest in the meantime, and hide himself, and forget the nightmare that was seated on his shoulders. When Mrs Woodburn came to him in haste, and saw his careful dress and pale looks, she was frightened for the moment. She thought it possible for one second that despair had driven him out of his wits, and that there might be, for anything she could tell, a little bottle of prussic acid in his waistcoat pocket. That was her first idea, and her second was that he was going to carry out at last his most wise and laudable resolution of proposing to Miss Marjoribanks, and that it was this -- naturally a serious and hazardous enterprise -- which made him look so pale.\n\n\"Harry, if you are going to Lucilla -- -- !\" said Mrs Woodburn; \"wait and rest yourself a little, and I will get you a glass of wine. Keep still; there's some Tokay,\" said the anxious sister. \"Don't you go and worry yourself. You shall see nobody. I'll bring it you with my own hand.\"\n\n\"Oh, confound the Tokay!\" said Mr Cavendish. \"I know what Woodburn's Tokay is -- if that mattered. Look here, I want to speak to you. I was going to Lucilla, but I'm not up to it. Oh, not in the way you think! Don't be a fool like everybody. I tell you she wouldn't have me, and I won't ask her. Read this, which is much more to the purpose,\" Mr Cavendish added, taking out Miss Marjoribanks's letter. He watched her, while she read it, with that sense of contempt and superiority which a man naturally feels who has advanced much beyond the point in any special matter at which his interlocutor is still stationary. He even smiled at her cry of horror and amazement, and found the agitation she showed ridiculous."}, {"quote": "\"Oh, confound the Tokay!", "context": "\" he said to himself, and tried not to think that for his sister it might be something even worse than ruin. But the first thing of all was to get a little rest in the meantime, and hide himself, and forget the nightmare that was seated on his shoulders. When Mrs Woodburn came to him in haste, and saw his careful dress and pale looks, she was frightened for the moment. She thought it possible for one second that despair had driven him out of his wits, and that there might be, for anything she could tell, a little bottle of prussic acid in his waistcoat pocket. That was her first idea, and her second was that he was going to carry out at last his most wise and laudable resolution of proposing to Miss Marjoribanks, and that it was this -- naturally a serious and hazardous enterprise -- which made him look so pale.\n\n\"Harry, if you are going to Lucilla -- -- !\" said Mrs Woodburn; \"wait and rest yourself a little, and I will get you a glass of wine. Keep still; there's some Tokay,\" said the anxious sister. \"Don't you go and worry yourself. You shall see nobody. I'll bring it you with my own hand.\"\n\n\"Oh, confound the Tokay!\" said Mr Cavendish. \"I know what Woodburn's Tokay is -- if that mattered. Look here, I want to speak to you. I was going to Lucilla, but I'm not up to it. Oh, not in the way you think! Don't be a fool like everybody. I tell you she wouldn't have me, and I won't ask her. Read this, which is much more to the purpose,\" Mr Cavendish added, taking out Miss Marjoribanks's letter. He watched her, while she read it, with that sense of contempt and superiority which a man naturally feels who has advanced much beyond the point in any special matter at which his interlocutor is still stationary. He even smiled at her cry of horror and amazement, and found the agitation she showed ridiculous."}, {"quote": "\"I know what Woodburn's Tokay is -- if that mattered. Look here, I want to speak to you. I was going to Lucilla, but I'm not up to it. Oh, not in the way you think! Don't be a fool like everybody. I tell you she wouldn't have me, and I won't ask her. Read this, which is much more to the purpose,", "context": "\" he said to himself, and tried not to think that for his sister it might be something even worse than ruin. But the first thing of all was to get a little rest in the meantime, and hide himself, and forget the nightmare that was seated on his shoulders. When Mrs Woodburn came to him in haste, and saw his careful dress and pale looks, she was frightened for the moment. She thought it possible for one second that despair had driven him out of his wits, and that there might be, for anything she could tell, a little bottle of prussic acid in his waistcoat pocket. That was her first idea, and her second was that he was going to carry out at last his most wise and laudable resolution of proposing to Miss Marjoribanks, and that it was this -- naturally a serious and hazardous enterprise -- which made him look so pale.\n\n\"Harry, if you are going to Lucilla -- -- !\" said Mrs Woodburn; \"wait and rest yourself a little, and I will get you a glass of wine. Keep still; there's some Tokay,\" said the anxious sister. \"Don't you go and worry yourself. You shall see nobody. I'll bring it you with my own hand.\"\n\n\"Oh, confound the Tokay!\" said Mr Cavendish. \"I know what Woodburn's Tokay is -- if that mattered. Look here, I want to speak to you. I was going to Lucilla, but I'm not up to it. Oh, not in the way you think! Don't be a fool like everybody. I tell you she wouldn't have me, and I won't ask her. Read this, which is much more to the purpose,\" Mr Cavendish added, taking out Miss Marjoribanks's letter. He watched her, while she read it, with that sense of contempt and superiority which a man naturally feels who has advanced much beyond the point in any special matter at which his interlocutor is still stationary. He even smiled at her cry of horror and amazement, and found the agitation she showed ridiculous. \"Don't make a row about it,\" he said, regaining his colour as his sister lost hers."}, {"quote": "\"Don't make a row about it,", "context": "\"I know what Woodburn's Tokay is -- if that mattered. Look here, I want to speak to you. I was going to Lucilla, but I'm not up to it. Oh, not in the way you think! Don't be a fool like everybody. I tell you she wouldn't have me, and I won't ask her. Read this, which is much more to the purpose,\" Mr Cavendish added, taking out Miss Marjoribanks's letter. He watched her, while she read it, with that sense of contempt and superiority which a man naturally feels who has advanced much beyond the point in any special matter at which his interlocutor is still stationary. He even smiled at her cry of horror and amazement, and found the agitation she showed ridiculous. \"Don't make a row about it,\" he said, regaining his colour as his sister lost hers. \"It's all right. I can't ask Lucilla Marjoribanks to have me after that, but I mean to put my trust in her, as she says. I was going to ask her to explain; but after all, on thinking of it, I don't see the good of explanations,\" said Mr Cavendish, with lofty tranquillity. \"The fact is, she is right, Nelly, and, stand or fall, we'll have it out to-night.\""}, {"quote": "\"It's all right. I can't ask Lucilla Marjoribanks to have me after that, but I mean to put my trust in her, as she says. I was going to ask her to explain; but after all, on thinking of it, I don't see the good of explanations,", "context": "\" Mr Cavendish added, taking out Miss Marjoribanks's letter. He watched her, while she read it, with that sense of contempt and superiority which a man naturally feels who has advanced much beyond the point in any special matter at which his interlocutor is still stationary. He even smiled at her cry of horror and amazement, and found the agitation she showed ridiculous. \"Don't make a row about it,\" he said, regaining his colour as his sister lost hers. \"It's all right. I can't ask Lucilla Marjoribanks to have me after that, but I mean to put my trust in her, as she says. I was going to ask her to explain; but after all, on thinking of it, I don't see the good of explanations,\" said Mr Cavendish, with lofty tranquillity. \"The fact is, she is right, Nelly, and, stand or fall, we'll have it out to-night.\"\n\nBut Mrs Woodburn was scarcely in a condition to reply, much less to give any advice. \"Oh, good heavens! what does she know?\" cried the trembling woman. \"What do you suppose she can know? She gave me a dreadful fright, coming and asking about you and your name. And then she never was a great friend of mine -- and if she should say anything to Woodburn! Oh, Harry, go away, go away, and don't face her. You know you slighted her, and she is laying a snare for us. Oh, Harry, go away! She can't do you much harm, but she could ruin me, and any little peace I have! Woodburn would never -- never forgive -- he would be frantic, you know. It has always been he that made a fuss about the Cavendishes -- and, good heavens! to be in a girl's power, and she one that you have slighted, Harry! Oh, for Heaven's sake, for pity's sake, if you care anything for me -- -- \""}, {"quote": "\"The fact is, she is right, Nelly, and, stand or fall, we'll have it out to-night.\"", "context": "\" Mr Cavendish added, taking out Miss Marjoribanks's letter. He watched her, while she read it, with that sense of contempt and superiority which a man naturally feels who has advanced much beyond the point in any special matter at which his interlocutor is still stationary. He even smiled at her cry of horror and amazement, and found the agitation she showed ridiculous. \"Don't make a row about it,\" he said, regaining his colour as his sister lost hers. \"It's all right. I can't ask Lucilla Marjoribanks to have me after that, but I mean to put my trust in her, as she says. I was going to ask her to explain; but after all, on thinking of it, I don't see the good of explanations,\" said Mr Cavendish, with lofty tranquillity. \"The fact is, she is right, Nelly, and, stand or fall, we'll have it out to-night.\"\n\nBut Mrs Woodburn was scarcely in a condition to reply, much less to give any advice. \"Oh, good heavens! what does she know?\" cried the trembling woman. \"What do you suppose she can know? She gave me a dreadful fright, coming and asking about you and your name. And then she never was a great friend of mine -- and if she should say anything to Woodburn! Oh, Harry, go away, go away, and don't face her. You know you slighted her, and she is laying a snare for us. Oh, Harry, go away! She can't do you much harm, but she could ruin me, and any little peace I have! Woodburn would never -- never forgive -- he would be frantic, you know. It has always been he that made a fuss about the Cavendishes -- and, good heavens! to be in a girl's power, and she one that you have slighted, Harry! Oh, for Heaven's sake, for pity's sake, if you care anything for me -- -- \""}, {"quote": "\"Oh, good heavens! what does she know?", "context": "\"It's all right. I can't ask Lucilla Marjoribanks to have me after that, but I mean to put my trust in her, as she says. I was going to ask her to explain; but after all, on thinking of it, I don't see the good of explanations,\" said Mr Cavendish, with lofty tranquillity. \"The fact is, she is right, Nelly, and, stand or fall, we'll have it out to-night.\"\n\nBut Mrs Woodburn was scarcely in a condition to reply, much less to give any advice. \"Oh, good heavens! what does she know?\" cried the trembling woman. \"What do you suppose she can know? She gave me a dreadful fright, coming and asking about you and your name. And then she never was a great friend of mine -- and if she should say anything to Woodburn! Oh, Harry, go away, go away, and don't face her. You know you slighted her, and she is laying a snare for us. Oh, Harry, go away! She can't do you much harm, but she could ruin me, and any little peace I have! Woodburn would never -- never forgive -- he would be frantic, you know. It has always been he that made a fuss about the Cavendishes -- and, good heavens! to be in a girl's power, and she one that you have slighted, Harry! Oh, for Heaven's sake, for pity's sake, if you care anything for me -- -- \""}, {"quote": "\"Hold your tongue, Nelly,", "context": "\" cried the trembling woman. \"What do you suppose she can know? She gave me a dreadful fright, coming and asking about you and your name. And then she never was a great friend of mine -- and if she should say anything to Woodburn! Oh, Harry, go away, go away, and don't face her. You know you slighted her, and she is laying a snare for us. Oh, Harry, go away! She can't do you much harm, but she could ruin me, and any little peace I have! Woodburn would never -- never forgive -- he would be frantic, you know. It has always been he that made a fuss about the Cavendishes -- and, good heavens! to be in a girl's power, and she one that you have slighted, Harry! Oh, for Heaven's sake, for pity's sake, if you care anything for me -- -- \"\n\n\"Hold your tongue, Nelly,\" said Mr Cavendish. \"Don't make a row. What on earth is the use of Heaven's-saking? I tell you I am going to make an end of it. If I were to run away now, it would turn up again at some other corner, and some other moment. Give me a pen and a bit of paper. I will write a note, and say I am coming. I don't want any explanations. If it's all a mistake, so much the better; but I'm going to face it out to-night.\""}, {"quote": "\"Don't make a row. What on earth is the use of Heaven's-saking? I tell you I am going to make an end of it. If I were to run away now, it would turn up again at some other corner, and some other moment. Give me a pen and a bit of paper. I will write a note, and say I am coming. I don't want any explanations. If it's all a mistake, so much the better; but I'm going to face it out to-night.\"", "context": "\" cried the trembling woman. \"What do you suppose she can know? She gave me a dreadful fright, coming and asking about you and your name. And then she never was a great friend of mine -- and if she should say anything to Woodburn! Oh, Harry, go away, go away, and don't face her. You know you slighted her, and she is laying a snare for us. Oh, Harry, go away! She can't do you much harm, but she could ruin me, and any little peace I have! Woodburn would never -- never forgive -- he would be frantic, you know. It has always been he that made a fuss about the Cavendishes -- and, good heavens! to be in a girl's power, and she one that you have slighted, Harry! Oh, for Heaven's sake, for pity's sake, if you care anything for me -- -- \"\n\n\"Hold your tongue, Nelly,\" said Mr Cavendish. \"Don't make a row. What on earth is the use of Heaven's-saking? I tell you I am going to make an end of it. If I were to run away now, it would turn up again at some other corner, and some other moment. Give me a pen and a bit of paper. I will write a note, and say I am coming. I don't want any explanations. If it's all a mistake, so much the better; but I'm going to face it out to-night.\"\n\nIt was some time before Mrs Woodburn recovered her senses; but in the meantime her brother wrote Lucilla his note, and in sight of his sister's agitation felt himself perfectly composed and serene and manful. It even made him complaisant to feel the difference that there was, when the emergency really arrived at last, between his own manly calm and her womanish panic. But then it was for herself that she was afraid, lest her husband should find out that she was not one of the Cavendishes."}, {"quote": "\"You must have been giving yourself airs on the subject,", "context": "It was some time before Mrs Woodburn recovered her senses; but in the meantime her brother wrote Lucilla his note, and in sight of his sister's agitation felt himself perfectly composed and serene and manful. It even made him complaisant to feel the difference that there was, when the emergency really arrived at last, between his own manly calm and her womanish panic. But then it was for herself that she was afraid, lest her husband should find out that she was not one of the Cavendishes. \"You must have been giving yourself airs on the subject,\" Mr Cavendish said, as he fastened up his note. \"I never was so foolish as that, for my part;\" and naturally the more he admired his own steadiness and courage, the steadier and more courageous he grew -- or at least so he felt for the moment, with her terror before his eyes.\n\n\"If you do go,\" said Mrs Woodburn at last, \"oh, Harry, for goodness' sake, mind that you deny everything. If you confess to anything, it will all be proved against you; don't allow a single thing that's said to you. It is a mistaken identity, you know -- that is what it is; there was a case in the papers just the other day. Oh, Harry, for Heaven's sake don't be weak! -- deny everything; you don't know anything about it -- you don't know what they mean -- you can't understand -- -- \""}, {"quote": "\"I never was so foolish as that, for my part;", "context": "It was some time before Mrs Woodburn recovered her senses; but in the meantime her brother wrote Lucilla his note, and in sight of his sister's agitation felt himself perfectly composed and serene and manful. It even made him complaisant to feel the difference that there was, when the emergency really arrived at last, between his own manly calm and her womanish panic. But then it was for herself that she was afraid, lest her husband should find out that she was not one of the Cavendishes. \"You must have been giving yourself airs on the subject,\" Mr Cavendish said, as he fastened up his note. \"I never was so foolish as that, for my part;\" and naturally the more he admired his own steadiness and courage, the steadier and more courageous he grew -- or at least so he felt for the moment, with her terror before his eyes.\n\n\"If you do go,\" said Mrs Woodburn at last, \"oh, Harry, for goodness' sake, mind that you deny everything. If you confess to anything, it will all be proved against you; don't allow a single thing that's said to you. It is a mistaken identity, you know -- that is what it is; there was a case in the papers just the other day. Oh, Harry, for Heaven's sake don't be weak! -- deny everything; you don't know anything about it -- you don't know what they mean -- you can't understand -- -- \""}, {"quote": "\"If you do go,", "context": "It was some time before Mrs Woodburn recovered her senses; but in the meantime her brother wrote Lucilla his note, and in sight of his sister's agitation felt himself perfectly composed and serene and manful. It even made him complaisant to feel the difference that there was, when the emergency really arrived at last, between his own manly calm and her womanish panic. But then it was for herself that she was afraid, lest her husband should find out that she was not one of the Cavendishes. \"You must have been giving yourself airs on the subject,\" Mr Cavendish said, as he fastened up his note. \"I never was so foolish as that, for my part;\" and naturally the more he admired his own steadiness and courage, the steadier and more courageous he grew -- or at least so he felt for the moment, with her terror before his eyes.\n\n\"If you do go,\" said Mrs Woodburn at last, \"oh, Harry, for goodness' sake, mind that you deny everything. If you confess to anything, it will all be proved against you; don't allow a single thing that's said to you. It is a mistaken identity, you know -- that is what it is; there was a case in the papers just the other day. Oh, Harry, for Heaven's sake don't be weak! -- deny everything; you don't know anything about it -- you don't know what they mean -- you can't understand -- -- \""}, {"quote": "\"It is I that have to do it, Nelly,", "context": "\" said Mrs Woodburn at last, \"oh, Harry, for goodness' sake, mind that you deny everything. If you confess to anything, it will all be proved against you; don't allow a single thing that's said to you. It is a mistaken identity, you know -- that is what it is; there was a case in the papers just the other day. Oh, Harry, for Heaven's sake don't be weak! -- deny everything; you don't know anything about it -- you don't know what they mean -- you can't understand -- -- \"\n\n\"It is I that have to do it, Nelly,\" said Mr Cavendish, more and more tranquil and superior. \"You must let me do it my way;\" and he was very kind and reassuring to her in his composure. This was how things ought to be; and it was astonishing how much he gained in his own mind and estimation by Mrs Woodburn's panic. Being the stronger vessel, he was of course superior to all that. But somehow when he had got back to his own house again, and had no longer the spectacle of his sister's terror before him, the courage began to ooze out of Mr Cavendish's finger-points; he tried hard to stimulate himself up to the same point, and to regain that lofty and assured position; but as the evening approached, matters grew rather worse than better. He did not turn and flee, because flight, in the present alarmed and touchy state of public opinion, would have equally been destruction; and nobody could answer for it how far, if he failed to obey her, Miss Marjoribanks's discretion might go. And thus the eventful evening fell, and the sun went down, which was to Mr Cavendish as if it might be the last sun he should ever (metaphorically) see -- while, in the meantime, all the other people dressed for dinner as if nothing was going to happen, and as if it was merely a Thursday like other Thursdays, which was coming to Grange Lane."}, {"quote": "\"You must let me do it my way;", "context": "\" said Mrs Woodburn at last, \"oh, Harry, for goodness' sake, mind that you deny everything. If you confess to anything, it will all be proved against you; don't allow a single thing that's said to you. It is a mistaken identity, you know -- that is what it is; there was a case in the papers just the other day. Oh, Harry, for Heaven's sake don't be weak! -- deny everything; you don't know anything about it -- you don't know what they mean -- you can't understand -- -- \"\n\n\"It is I that have to do it, Nelly,\" said Mr Cavendish, more and more tranquil and superior. \"You must let me do it my way;\" and he was very kind and reassuring to her in his composure. This was how things ought to be; and it was astonishing how much he gained in his own mind and estimation by Mrs Woodburn's panic. Being the stronger vessel, he was of course superior to all that. But somehow when he had got back to his own house again, and had no longer the spectacle of his sister's terror before him, the courage began to ooze out of Mr Cavendish's finger-points; he tried hard to stimulate himself up to the same point, and to regain that lofty and assured position; but as the evening approached, matters grew rather worse than better. He did not turn and flee, because flight, in the present alarmed and touchy state of public opinion, would have equally been destruction; and nobody could answer for it how far, if he failed to obey her, Miss Marjoribanks's discretion might go. And thus the eventful evening fell, and the sun went down, which was to Mr Cavendish as if it might be the last sun he should ever (metaphorically) see -- while, in the meantime, all the other people dressed for dinner as if nothing was going to happen, and as if it was merely a Thursday like other Thursdays, which was coming to Grange Lane."}, {"quote": "\u201cIn that case,", "context": "On mustering our company, we found them to consist of fourteen hundred souls, men, women, and children. Until now therefore, we were undiminished in numbers, except by the desertion of those who had attached themselves to the impostor-prophet, and remained behind in Paris. About fifty French joined us. Our order of march was easily arranged; the ill success which had attended our division, determined Adrian to keep all in one body. I, with an hundred men, went forward first as purveyor, taking the road of the C\u00f4te d\u2019Or, through Auxerre, Dijon, Dole, over the Jura to Geneva. I was to make arrangements, at every ten miles, for the accommodation of such numbers as I found the town or village would receive, leaving behind a messenger with a written order, signifying how many were to be quartered there. The remainder of our tribe was then divided into bands of fifty each, every division containing eighteen men, and the remainder, consisting of women and children. Each of these was headed by an officer, who carried the roll of names, by which they were each day to be mustered. If the numbers were divided at night, in the morning those in the van waited for those in the rear. At each of the large towns before mentioned, we were all to assemble; and a conclave of the principal officers would hold council for the general weal. I went first, as I said; Adrian last. His mother, with Clara and Evelyn under her protection, remained also with him. Thus our order being determined, I departed. My plan was to go at first no further than Fontainebleau, where in a few days I should be joined by Adrian, before I took flight again further eastward.\n\nMy friend accompanied me a few miles from Versailles. He was sad; and, in a tone of unaccustomed despondency, uttered a prayer for our speedy arrival among the Alps, accompanied with an expression of vain regret that we were not already there. \u201cIn that case,\u201d I observed, \u201cwe can quicken our march; why adhere to a plan whose dilatory proceeding you already disapprove?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay,\u201d replied he, \u201cit is too late now. A month ago, and we were masters of ourselves; now, \u2014 \u201d he turned his face from me; though gathering twilight had already veiled its expression, he turned it yet more away, as he added \u2014 \u201ca man died of the plague last night!\u201d\n\nHe spoke in a smothered voice, then suddenly clasping his hands, he exclaimed,"}, {"quote": "\u201cwe can quicken our march; why adhere to a plan whose dilatory proceeding you already disapprove?\u201d", "context": "On mustering our company, we found them to consist of fourteen hundred souls, men, women, and children. Until now therefore, we were undiminished in numbers, except by the desertion of those who had attached themselves to the impostor-prophet, and remained behind in Paris. About fifty French joined us. Our order of march was easily arranged; the ill success which had attended our division, determined Adrian to keep all in one body. I, with an hundred men, went forward first as purveyor, taking the road of the C\u00f4te d\u2019Or, through Auxerre, Dijon, Dole, over the Jura to Geneva. I was to make arrangements, at every ten miles, for the accommodation of such numbers as I found the town or village would receive, leaving behind a messenger with a written order, signifying how many were to be quartered there. The remainder of our tribe was then divided into bands of fifty each, every division containing eighteen men, and the remainder, consisting of women and children. Each of these was headed by an officer, who carried the roll of names, by which they were each day to be mustered. If the numbers were divided at night, in the morning those in the van waited for those in the rear. At each of the large towns before mentioned, we were all to assemble; and a conclave of the principal officers would hold council for the general weal. I went first, as I said; Adrian last. His mother, with Clara and Evelyn under her protection, remained also with him. Thus our order being determined, I departed. My plan was to go at first no further than Fontainebleau, where in a few days I should be joined by Adrian, before I took flight again further eastward.\n\nMy friend accompanied me a few miles from Versailles. He was sad; and, in a tone of unaccustomed despondency, uttered a prayer for our speedy arrival among the Alps, accompanied with an expression of vain regret that we were not already there. \u201cIn that case,\u201d I observed, \u201cwe can quicken our march; why adhere to a plan whose dilatory proceeding you already disapprove?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay,\u201d replied he, \u201cit is too late now. A month ago, and we were masters of ourselves; now, \u2014 \u201d he turned his face from me; though gathering twilight had already veiled its expression, he turned it yet more away, as he added \u2014 \u201ca man died of the plague last night!\u201d\n\nHe spoke in a smothered voice, then suddenly clasping his hands, he exclaimed, \u201cSwiftly, most swiftly advances the last hour for us all; as the stars vanish before the sun, so will his near approach destroy us. I have done my best; with grasping hands and impotent strength, I have hung on the wheel of the chariot of plague; but she drags me along with it, while, like Juggernaut, she proceeds crushing out the being of all who strew the high road of life. Would that it were over \u2014 would that her procession achieved, we had all entered the tomb together!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201ca man died of the plague last night!\u201d", "context": "My friend accompanied me a few miles from Versailles. He was sad; and, in a tone of unaccustomed despondency, uttered a prayer for our speedy arrival among the Alps, accompanied with an expression of vain regret that we were not already there. \u201cIn that case,\u201d I observed, \u201cwe can quicken our march; why adhere to a plan whose dilatory proceeding you already disapprove?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay,\u201d replied he, \u201cit is too late now. A month ago, and we were masters of ourselves; now, \u2014 \u201d he turned his face from me; though gathering twilight had already veiled its expression, he turned it yet more away, as he added \u2014 \u201ca man died of the plague last night!\u201d\n\nHe spoke in a smothered voice, then suddenly clasping his hands, he exclaimed, \u201cSwiftly, most swiftly advances the last hour for us all; as the stars vanish before the sun, so will his near approach destroy us. I have done my best; with grasping hands and impotent strength, I have hung on the wheel of the chariot of plague; but she drags me along with it, while, like Juggernaut, she proceeds crushing out the being of all who strew the high road of life. Would that it were over \u2014 would that her procession achieved, we had all entered the tomb together!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cSwiftly, most swiftly advances the last hour for us all; as the stars vanish before the sun, so will his near approach destroy us. I have done my best; with grasping hands and impotent strength, I have hung on the wheel of the chariot of plague; but she drags me along with it, while, like Juggernaut, she proceeds crushing out the being of all who strew the high road of life. Would that it were over \u2014 would that her procession achieved, we had all entered the tomb together!\u201d", "context": "\u201cwe can quicken our march; why adhere to a plan whose dilatory proceeding you already disapprove?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay,\u201d replied he, \u201cit is too late now. A month ago, and we were masters of ourselves; now, \u2014 \u201d he turned his face from me; though gathering twilight had already veiled its expression, he turned it yet more away, as he added \u2014 \u201ca man died of the plague last night!\u201d\n\nHe spoke in a smothered voice, then suddenly clasping his hands, he exclaimed, \u201cSwiftly, most swiftly advances the last hour for us all; as the stars vanish before the sun, so will his near approach destroy us. I have done my best; with grasping hands and impotent strength, I have hung on the wheel of the chariot of plague; but she drags me along with it, while, like Juggernaut, she proceeds crushing out the being of all who strew the high road of life. Would that it were over \u2014 would that her procession achieved, we had all entered the tomb together!\u201d\n\nTears streamed from his eyes. \u201cAgain and again,\u201d he continued, \u201cwill the tragedy be acted; again I must hear the groans of the dying, the wailing of the survivors; again witness the pangs, which, consummating all, envelope an eternity in their evanescent existence. Why am I reserved for this? Why the tainted wether of the flock, am I not struck to earth among the first? It is hard, very hard, for one of woman born to endure all that I endure!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAgain and again,", "context": "\u201cSwiftly, most swiftly advances the last hour for us all; as the stars vanish before the sun, so will his near approach destroy us. I have done my best; with grasping hands and impotent strength, I have hung on the wheel of the chariot of plague; but she drags me along with it, while, like Juggernaut, she proceeds crushing out the being of all who strew the high road of life. Would that it were over \u2014 would that her procession achieved, we had all entered the tomb together!\u201d\n\nTears streamed from his eyes. \u201cAgain and again,\u201d he continued, \u201cwill the tragedy be acted; again I must hear the groans of the dying, the wailing of the survivors; again witness the pangs, which, consummating all, envelope an eternity in their evanescent existence. Why am I reserved for this? Why the tainted wether of the flock, am I not struck to earth among the first? It is hard, very hard, for one of woman born to endure all that I endure!\u201d\n\nHitherto, with an undaunted spirit, and an high feeling of duty and worth, Adrian had fulfilled his self-imposed task. I had contemplated him with reverence, and a fruitless desire of imitation. I now offered a few words of encouragement and sympathy. He hid his face in his hands, and while he strove to calm himself, he ejaculated, \u201cFor a few months, yet for a few months more, let not, O God, my heart fail, or my courage be bowed down; let not sights of intolerable misery madden this half-crazed brain, or cause this frail heart to beat against its prison-bound, so that it burst. I have believed it to be my destiny to guide and rule the last of the race of man, till death extinguish my government; and to this destiny I submit."}, {"quote": "\u201cwill the tragedy be acted; again I must hear the groans of the dying, the wailing of the survivors; again witness the pangs, which, consummating all, envelope an eternity in their evanescent existence. Why am I reserved for this? Why the tainted wether of the flock, am I not struck to earth among the first? It is hard, very hard, for one of woman born to endure all that I endure!\u201d", "context": "\u201cSwiftly, most swiftly advances the last hour for us all; as the stars vanish before the sun, so will his near approach destroy us. I have done my best; with grasping hands and impotent strength, I have hung on the wheel of the chariot of plague; but she drags me along with it, while, like Juggernaut, she proceeds crushing out the being of all who strew the high road of life. Would that it were over \u2014 would that her procession achieved, we had all entered the tomb together!\u201d\n\nTears streamed from his eyes. \u201cAgain and again,\u201d he continued, \u201cwill the tragedy be acted; again I must hear the groans of the dying, the wailing of the survivors; again witness the pangs, which, consummating all, envelope an eternity in their evanescent existence. Why am I reserved for this? Why the tainted wether of the flock, am I not struck to earth among the first? It is hard, very hard, for one of woman born to endure all that I endure!\u201d\n\nHitherto, with an undaunted spirit, and an high feeling of duty and worth, Adrian had fulfilled his self-imposed task. I had contemplated him with reverence, and a fruitless desire of imitation. I now offered a few words of encouragement and sympathy. He hid his face in his hands, and while he strove to calm himself, he ejaculated, \u201cFor a few months, yet for a few months more, let not, O God, my heart fail, or my courage be bowed down; let not sights of intolerable misery madden this half-crazed brain, or cause this frail heart to beat against its prison-bound, so that it burst. I have believed it to be my destiny to guide and rule the last of the race of man, till death extinguish my government; and to this destiny I submit."}, {"quote": "\u201cFarewell, Verney,", "context": "\u201cPardon me, Verney, I pain you, but I will no longer complain. Now I am myself again, or rather I am better than myself. You have known how from my childhood aspiring thoughts and high desires have warred with inherent disease and overstrained sensitiveness, till the latter became victors. You know how I placed this wasted feeble hand on the abandoned helm of human government. I have been visited at times by intervals of fluctuation; yet, until now, I have felt as if a superior and indefatigable spirit had taken up its abode within me or rather incorporated itself with my weaker being. The holy visitant has for a time slept, perhaps to show me how powerless I am without its inspiration. Yet, stay for a while, O Power of goodness and strength; disdain not yet this rent shrine of fleshly mortality, O immortal Capability! While one fellow creature remains to whom aid can be afforded, stay by and prop your shattered, falling engine!\u201d\n\nHis vehemence, and voice broken by irrepressible sighs, sunk to my heart; his eyes gleamed in the gloom of night like two earthly stars; and, his form dilating, his countenance beaming, truly it almost seemed as if at his eloquent appeal a more than mortal spirit entered his frame, exalting him above humanity. He turned quickly towards me, and held out his hand. \u201cFarewell, Verney,\u201d he cried, \u201cbrother of my love, farewell; no other weak expression must cross these lips, I am alive again: to our tasks, to our combats with our unvanquishable foe, for to the last I will struggle against her.\u201d\n\nHe grasped my hand, and bent a look on me, more fervent and animated than any smile; then turning his horse\u2019s head, he touched the animal with the spur, and was out of sight in a moment.\n\nA man last night had died of the plague. The quiver was not emptied, nor the bow unstrung. We stood as marks, while Parthian Pestilence aimed and shot, insatiated by conquest, unobstructed by the heaps of slain. A sickness of the soul, contagious even to my physical mechanism, came over me. My knees knocked together, my teeth chattered, the current of my blood, clotted by sudden cold, painfully forced its way from my heavy heart. I did not fear for myself, but it was misery to think that we could not even save this remnant. That those I loved might in a few days be as clay-cold as Idris in her antique tomb; nor could strength of body or energy of mind ward off the blow. A sense of degradation came over me. Did God create man, merely in the end to become dead earth in the midst of healthful vegetating nature? Was he of no more account to his Maker, than a field of corn blighted in the ear? Were our proud dreams thus to fade? Our name was written"}, {"quote": "\u201cbrother of my love, farewell; no other weak expression must cross these lips, I am alive again: to our tasks, to our combats with our unvanquishable foe, for to the last I will struggle against her.\u201d", "context": "\u201cPardon me, Verney, I pain you, but I will no longer complain. Now I am myself again, or rather I am better than myself. You have known how from my childhood aspiring thoughts and high desires have warred with inherent disease and overstrained sensitiveness, till the latter became victors. You know how I placed this wasted feeble hand on the abandoned helm of human government. I have been visited at times by intervals of fluctuation; yet, until now, I have felt as if a superior and indefatigable spirit had taken up its abode within me or rather incorporated itself with my weaker being. The holy visitant has for a time slept, perhaps to show me how powerless I am without its inspiration. Yet, stay for a while, O Power of goodness and strength; disdain not yet this rent shrine of fleshly mortality, O immortal Capability! While one fellow creature remains to whom aid can be afforded, stay by and prop your shattered, falling engine!\u201d\n\nHis vehemence, and voice broken by irrepressible sighs, sunk to my heart; his eyes gleamed in the gloom of night like two earthly stars; and, his form dilating, his countenance beaming, truly it almost seemed as if at his eloquent appeal a more than mortal spirit entered his frame, exalting him above humanity. He turned quickly towards me, and held out his hand. \u201cFarewell, Verney,\u201d he cried, \u201cbrother of my love, farewell; no other weak expression must cross these lips, I am alive again: to our tasks, to our combats with our unvanquishable foe, for to the last I will struggle against her.\u201d\n\nHe grasped my hand, and bent a look on me, more fervent and animated than any smile; then turning his horse\u2019s head, he touched the animal with the spur, and was out of sight in a moment.\n\nA man last night had died of the plague. The quiver was not emptied, nor the bow unstrung. We stood as marks, while Parthian Pestilence aimed and shot, insatiated by conquest, unobstructed by the heaps of slain. A sickness of the soul, contagious even to my physical mechanism, came over me. My knees knocked together, my teeth chattered, the current of my blood, clotted by sudden cold, painfully forced its way from my heavy heart. I did not fear for myself, but it was misery to think that we could not even save this remnant. That those I loved might in a few days be as clay-cold as Idris in her antique tomb; nor could strength of body or energy of mind ward off the blow. A sense of degradation came over me. Did God create man, merely in the end to become dead earth in the midst of healthful vegetating nature? Was he of no more account to his Maker, than a field of corn blighted in the ear? Were our proud dreams thus to fade? Our name was written"}, {"quote": "\u201ca little lower than the angels;", "context": "A man last night had died of the plague. The quiver was not emptied, nor the bow unstrung. We stood as marks, while Parthian Pestilence aimed and shot, insatiated by conquest, unobstructed by the heaps of slain. A sickness of the soul, contagious even to my physical mechanism, came over me. My knees knocked together, my teeth chattered, the current of my blood, clotted by sudden cold, painfully forced its way from my heavy heart. I did not fear for myself, but it was misery to think that we could not even save this remnant. That those I loved might in a few days be as clay-cold as Idris in her antique tomb; nor could strength of body or energy of mind ward off the blow. A sense of degradation came over me. Did God create man, merely in the end to become dead earth in the midst of healthful vegetating nature? Was he of no more account to his Maker, than a field of corn blighted in the ear? Were our proud dreams thus to fade? Our name was written \u201ca little lower than the angels;\u201d and, behold, we were no better than ephemera. We had called ourselves the \u201cparagon of animals,\u201d and, lo! we were a \u201cquint-essence of dust.\u201d We repined that the pyramids had outlasted the embalmed body of their builder. Alas! the mere shepherd\u2019s hut of straw we passed on the road, contained in its structure the principle of greater longevity than the whole race of man. How reconcile this sad change to our past aspirations, to our apparent powers!"}, {"quote": "\u201cparagon of animals,", "context": "A man last night had died of the plague. The quiver was not emptied, nor the bow unstrung. We stood as marks, while Parthian Pestilence aimed and shot, insatiated by conquest, unobstructed by the heaps of slain. A sickness of the soul, contagious even to my physical mechanism, came over me. My knees knocked together, my teeth chattered, the current of my blood, clotted by sudden cold, painfully forced its way from my heavy heart. I did not fear for myself, but it was misery to think that we could not even save this remnant. That those I loved might in a few days be as clay-cold as Idris in her antique tomb; nor could strength of body or energy of mind ward off the blow. A sense of degradation came over me. Did God create man, merely in the end to become dead earth in the midst of healthful vegetating nature? Was he of no more account to his Maker, than a field of corn blighted in the ear? Were our proud dreams thus to fade? Our name was written \u201ca little lower than the angels;\u201d and, behold, we were no better than ephemera. We had called ourselves the \u201cparagon of animals,\u201d and, lo! we were a \u201cquint-essence of dust.\u201d We repined that the pyramids had outlasted the embalmed body of their builder. Alas! the mere shepherd\u2019s hut of straw we passed on the road, contained in its structure the principle of greater longevity than the whole race of man. How reconcile this sad change to our past aspirations, to our apparent powers!\n\nSudden an internal voice, articulate and clear, seemed to say: \u2014 Thus from eternity, it was decreed: the steeds that bear Time onwards had this hour and this fulfilment enchained to them, since the void brought forth its burthen. Would you read backwards the unchangeable laws of Necessity?"}, {"quote": "\u201cquint-essence of dust.", "context": "A man last night had died of the plague. The quiver was not emptied, nor the bow unstrung. We stood as marks, while Parthian Pestilence aimed and shot, insatiated by conquest, unobstructed by the heaps of slain. A sickness of the soul, contagious even to my physical mechanism, came over me. My knees knocked together, my teeth chattered, the current of my blood, clotted by sudden cold, painfully forced its way from my heavy heart. I did not fear for myself, but it was misery to think that we could not even save this remnant. That those I loved might in a few days be as clay-cold as Idris in her antique tomb; nor could strength of body or energy of mind ward off the blow. A sense of degradation came over me. Did God create man, merely in the end to become dead earth in the midst of healthful vegetating nature? Was he of no more account to his Maker, than a field of corn blighted in the ear? Were our proud dreams thus to fade? Our name was written \u201ca little lower than the angels;\u201d and, behold, we were no better than ephemera. We had called ourselves the \u201cparagon of animals,\u201d and, lo! we were a \u201cquint-essence of dust.\u201d We repined that the pyramids had outlasted the embalmed body of their builder. Alas! the mere shepherd\u2019s hut of straw we passed on the road, contained in its structure the principle of greater longevity than the whole race of man. How reconcile this sad change to our past aspirations, to our apparent powers!\n\nSudden an internal voice, articulate and clear, seemed to say: \u2014 Thus from eternity, it was decreed: the steeds that bear Time onwards had this hour and this fulfilment enchained to them, since the void brought forth its burthen. Would you read backwards the unchangeable laws of Necessity?"}, {"quote": "\"I'm going to send Martin. No one will ever suppose that we would trust this money to a child.", "context": "When Abner went to fetch him he found him swinging from his elm tree. \n\nCHAPTER III: The 'Angel of the Lord \n\nI ALWAYS thought my father took a long chance, but somebody had to take it and cer- tainly I was the one least likely to be suspected. It was a wild country. There were no banks. We had to pay for the cattle, and somebody had to carry the money. My father and my uncle were always being watched. My father was right, I think. \n\n\"Abner,\" he said, \"I'm going to send Martin. No one will ever suppose that we would trust this money to a child.\" \n\nMy uncle drummed on the table and rapped his heels on the floor. He was a bachelor, stern and silent. But he could talk \u2022 . . and when he did, he began at the beginning and you heard him through; and what he said \u2014 well, he stood behind it. \n\n\"To stop Martin,\" my father went on, \"would be only to lose the money; but to stop you would be to get somebody killed.\" \n\nI knew what my father meant. He meant that no one would undertake to rob Abner until after he had shot him to death. "}, {"quote": "\"To stop Martin,", "context": "I ALWAYS thought my father took a long chance, but somebody had to take it and cer- tainly I was the one least likely to be suspected. It was a wild country. There were no banks. We had to pay for the cattle, and somebody had to carry the money. My father and my uncle were always being watched. My father was right, I think. \n\n\"Abner,\" he said, \"I'm going to send Martin. No one will ever suppose that we would trust this money to a child.\" \n\nMy uncle drummed on the table and rapped his heels on the floor. He was a bachelor, stern and silent. But he could talk \u2022 . . and when he did, he began at the beginning and you heard him through; and what he said \u2014 well, he stood behind it. \n\n\"To stop Martin,\" my father went on, \"would be only to lose the money; but to stop you would be to get somebody killed.\" \n\nI knew what my father meant. He meant that no one would undertake to rob Abner until after he had shot him to death. \n\nI ought to say a word about my Uncle Abner. He was one of those austere, deeply religious men who were the product of the Reformation. He \n\n4i \n\nUncle Abner \n\nalways carried a Bible in his pocket and he read it where he pleased. Once the crowd at Roy's Tavern tried to make sport of him when he got his book out by the fire ; but they never tried it again. When the fight was over Abner paid Roy eighteen silver dollars for the broken chairs and the table \u2014 and he was the only man in the tavern who could ride a horse. Abner belonged to the church militant, and his God was a war lord. "}, {"quote": "\"would be only to lose the money; but to stop you would be to get somebody killed.", "context": "\"Abner,\" he said, \"I'm going to send Martin. No one will ever suppose that we would trust this money to a child.\" \n\nMy uncle drummed on the table and rapped his heels on the floor. He was a bachelor, stern and silent. But he could talk \u2022 . . and when he did, he began at the beginning and you heard him through; and what he said \u2014 well, he stood behind it. \n\n\"To stop Martin,\" my father went on, \"would be only to lose the money; but to stop you would be to get somebody killed.\" \n\nI knew what my father meant. He meant that no one would undertake to rob Abner until after he had shot him to death. \n\nI ought to say a word about my Uncle Abner. He was one of those austere, deeply religious men who were the product of the Reformation. He \n\n4i \n\nUncle Abner \n\nalways carried a Bible in his pocket and he read it where he pleased. Once the crowd at Roy's Tavern tried to make sport of him when he got his book out by the fire ; but they never tried it again. When the fight was over Abner paid Roy eighteen silver dollars for the broken chairs and the table \u2014 and he was the only man in the tavern who could ride a horse. Abner belonged to the church militant, and his God was a war lord. "}, {"quote": "\"I thought Abner would be going into the upcountry.", "context": "land, which wasn't very much, to the grazers. After that he had gone over the mountain to his people, got together a pretty big sum of money and bought a large tract of grazing land. Foreign claimants had sued him in the courts on some old title and he had lost the whole tract and the money that he had paid for it. He had married a remote cousin of ours and he had always lived on her lands, adjoining those of my Uncle Abner. \n\nDix seemed surprised to see me on the road. \n\n\"So it's you, Martin,\" he said; \"I thought Abner would be going into the upcountry.\" \n\nOne gets to be a pretty cunning youngster, even at this age, and I told no one what I was about \n\n\"Father wants the cattle over the river to run a month,' 9 I returned easily, \"and I'm going up there to give his orders to the grazers.\" \n\nHe looked me over, then he rapped the saddle- bags with his knuckles. \"You carry a good deal of baggage, my lad.\" \n\nI laughed. \"Horse feed,\" I said."}, {"quote": "\"You carry a good deal of baggage, my lad.", "context": "\"So it's you, Martin,\" he said; \"I thought Abner would be going into the upcountry.\" \n\nOne gets to be a pretty cunning youngster, even at this age, and I told no one what I was about \n\n\"Father wants the cattle over the river to run a month,' 9 I returned easily, \"and I'm going up there to give his orders to the grazers.\" \n\nHe looked me over, then he rapped the saddle- bags with his knuckles. \"You carry a good deal of baggage, my lad.\" \n\nI laughed. \"Horse feed,\" I said. \"You know my father I A horse must be fed at dinner time, but a man can go till he gets it.\" \n\nOne was always glad of any company on the road, and we fell into an idle talk. Dix said he was going out into the Ten Mile country; and I have always thought that was, in fact, his intention. The road turned south about a mile our side of the tavern. I never liked Dix; he was of an apologetic manner, with a cunning, irresolute face. "}, {"quote": "\"You know my father I A horse must be fed at dinner time, but a man can go till he gets it.", "context": "One gets to be a pretty cunning youngster, even at this age, and I told no one what I was about \n\n\"Father wants the cattle over the river to run a month,' 9 I returned easily, \"and I'm going up there to give his orders to the grazers.\" \n\nHe looked me over, then he rapped the saddle- bags with his knuckles. \"You carry a good deal of baggage, my lad.\" \n\nI laughed. \"Horse feed,\" I said. \"You know my father I A horse must be fed at dinner time, but a man can go till he gets it.\" \n\nOne was always glad of any company on the road, and we fell into an idle talk. Dix said he was going out into the Ten Mile country; and I have always thought that was, in fact, his intention. The road turned south about a mile our side of the tavern. I never liked Dix; he was of an apologetic manner, with a cunning, irresolute face. \n\nUncle Abner \n\nA little later a man passed us at a gallop. He was a drover named Marks, who lived beyond my Uncle Abner, and he was riding hard to get in before night. He hailed us, but he did not stop ; we got a shower of mud and Dix cursed him. I have never seen a more evil face. I suppose it was because Dix usually had a grin about his mouth, and when that sort of face gets twisted there's nothing like it. "}, {"quote": "\"In time for what?", "context": "I could hear him plunge under the bit, his iron shoes ripping the frozen road; then the door leaped back and my Uncle Abner was in the room. I was so glad that my heart almost choked me and for a moment I could hardly see: \u2014 everything was in a sort of mist. \n\nAbner swept the room in a glance, then he stopped. \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"Thank God I\" he said; \"I'm in time.\" And he drew his hand down over his face with the fingers hard and dose as though he pulled something away. \n\n\"In time for what?\" said Dix. \n\nAbner looked him over. And I could see the muscles of his big shoulders stiffen as he looked. And again he looked him over. Then he spoke and his voice was strange. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"is it you?\" \n\n\"Who would it be but me?\" said Dix. \n\n\"It might be the devil,\" said Abner* \"Do you know what your face looks like?\" \n\n\"No matter what it looks like !\" said Dix. \n\n\"And so,\" said Abner,"}, {"quote": "\"is it you?", "context": "Abner swept the room in a glance, then he stopped. \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"Thank God I\" he said; \"I'm in time.\" And he drew his hand down over his face with the fingers hard and dose as though he pulled something away. \n\n\"In time for what?\" said Dix. \n\nAbner looked him over. And I could see the muscles of his big shoulders stiffen as he looked. And again he looked him over. Then he spoke and his voice was strange. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"is it you?\" \n\n\"Who would it be but me?\" said Dix. \n\n\"It might be the devil,\" said Abner* \"Do you know what your face looks like?\" \n\n\"No matter what it looks like !\" said Dix. \n\n\"And so,\" said Abner, \"we have got courage with this new face.\" \n\nDix threw up his head. \n\n\"Now, look here, Abner,\" he said, \"I've had about enough of your big manner. You ride a horse to death and you come plunging in here; what the devil's wrong with you"}, {"quote": "\"Who would it be but me?", "context": "The Angel of the Lord \n\n\"Thank God I\" he said; \"I'm in time.\" And he drew his hand down over his face with the fingers hard and dose as though he pulled something away. \n\n\"In time for what?\" said Dix. \n\nAbner looked him over. And I could see the muscles of his big shoulders stiffen as he looked. And again he looked him over. Then he spoke and his voice was strange. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"is it you?\" \n\n\"Who would it be but me?\" said Dix. \n\n\"It might be the devil,\" said Abner* \"Do you know what your face looks like?\" \n\n\"No matter what it looks like !\" said Dix. \n\n\"And so,\" said Abner, \"we have got courage with this new face.\" \n\nDix threw up his head. \n\n\"Now, look here, Abner,\" he said, \"I've had about enough of your big manner. You ride a horse to death and you come plunging in here; what the devil's wrong with you"}, {"quote": "\"It might be the devil,", "context": "\"Thank God I\" he said; \"I'm in time.\" And he drew his hand down over his face with the fingers hard and dose as though he pulled something away. \n\n\"In time for what?\" said Dix. \n\nAbner looked him over. And I could see the muscles of his big shoulders stiffen as he looked. And again he looked him over. Then he spoke and his voice was strange. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"is it you?\" \n\n\"Who would it be but me?\" said Dix. \n\n\"It might be the devil,\" said Abner* \"Do you know what your face looks like?\" \n\n\"No matter what it looks like !\" said Dix. \n\n\"And so,\" said Abner, \"we have got courage with this new face.\" \n\nDix threw up his head. \n\n\"Now, look here, Abner,\" he said, \"I've had about enough of your big manner. You ride a horse to death and you come plunging in here; what the devil's wrong with you?\" \n\n\"There's nothing wrong with me"}, {"quote": "\"Do you know what your face looks like?", "context": "\"Thank God I\" he said; \"I'm in time.\" And he drew his hand down over his face with the fingers hard and dose as though he pulled something away. \n\n\"In time for what?\" said Dix. \n\nAbner looked him over. And I could see the muscles of his big shoulders stiffen as he looked. And again he looked him over. Then he spoke and his voice was strange. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"is it you?\" \n\n\"Who would it be but me?\" said Dix. \n\n\"It might be the devil,\" said Abner* \"Do you know what your face looks like?\" \n\n\"No matter what it looks like !\" said Dix. \n\n\"And so,\" said Abner, \"we have got courage with this new face.\" \n\nDix threw up his head. \n\n\"Now, look here, Abner,\" he said, \"I've had about enough of your big manner. You ride a horse to death and you come plunging in here; what the devil's wrong with you?\" \n\n\"There's nothing wrong with me,\" replied Abner, and his voice was low."}, {"quote": "\"No matter what it looks like !", "context": "\"Thank God I\" he said; \"I'm in time.\" And he drew his hand down over his face with the fingers hard and dose as though he pulled something away. \n\n\"In time for what?\" said Dix. \n\nAbner looked him over. And I could see the muscles of his big shoulders stiffen as he looked. And again he looked him over. Then he spoke and his voice was strange. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"is it you?\" \n\n\"Who would it be but me?\" said Dix. \n\n\"It might be the devil,\" said Abner* \"Do you know what your face looks like?\" \n\n\"No matter what it looks like !\" said Dix. \n\n\"And so,\" said Abner, \"we have got courage with this new face.\" \n\nDix threw up his head. \n\n\"Now, look here, Abner,\" he said, \"I've had about enough of your big manner. You ride a horse to death and you come plunging in here; what the devil's wrong with you?\" \n\n\"There's nothing wrong with me,\" replied Abner, and his voice was low. \"But there's something damnably wrong with you, Dix"}, {"quote": "\"we have got courage with this new face.", "context": "Abner looked him over. And I could see the muscles of his big shoulders stiffen as he looked. And again he looked him over. Then he spoke and his voice was strange. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"is it you?\" \n\n\"Who would it be but me?\" said Dix. \n\n\"It might be the devil,\" said Abner* \"Do you know what your face looks like?\" \n\n\"No matter what it looks like !\" said Dix. \n\n\"And so,\" said Abner, \"we have got courage with this new face.\" \n\nDix threw up his head. \n\n\"Now, look here, Abner,\" he said, \"I've had about enough of your big manner. You ride a horse to death and you come plunging in here; what the devil's wrong with you?\" \n\n\"There's nothing wrong with me,\" replied Abner, and his voice was low. \"But there's something damnably wrong with you, Dix.\" \n\n\"The devil take you,\" said Dix, and I saw him measure Abner with his eye. It was not fear that held him back; fear was gone out of the creature; I think it was a kind of prudence. "}, {"quote": "\"Now, look here, Abner,", "context": "Abner looked him over. And I could see the muscles of his big shoulders stiffen as he looked. And again he looked him over. Then he spoke and his voice was strange. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"is it you?\" \n\n\"Who would it be but me?\" said Dix. \n\n\"It might be the devil,\" said Abner* \"Do you know what your face looks like?\" \n\n\"No matter what it looks like !\" said Dix. \n\n\"And so,\" said Abner, \"we have got courage with this new face.\" \n\nDix threw up his head. \n\n\"Now, look here, Abner,\" he said, \"I've had about enough of your big manner. You ride a horse to death and you come plunging in here; what the devil's wrong with you?\" \n\n\"There's nothing wrong with me,\" replied Abner, and his voice was low. \"But there's something damnably wrong with you, Dix.\" \n\n\"The devil take you,\" said Dix, and I saw him measure Abner with his eye. It was not fear that held him back; fear was gone out of the creature; I think it was a kind of prudence. "}, {"quote": "\"I've had about enough of your big manner. You ride a horse to death and you come plunging in here; what the devil's wrong with you?", "context": "Abner looked him over. And I could see the muscles of his big shoulders stiffen as he looked. And again he looked him over. Then he spoke and his voice was strange. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"is it you?\" \n\n\"Who would it be but me?\" said Dix. \n\n\"It might be the devil,\" said Abner* \"Do you know what your face looks like?\" \n\n\"No matter what it looks like !\" said Dix. \n\n\"And so,\" said Abner, \"we have got courage with this new face.\" \n\nDix threw up his head. \n\n\"Now, look here, Abner,\" he said, \"I've had about enough of your big manner. You ride a horse to death and you come plunging in here; what the devil's wrong with you?\" \n\n\"There's nothing wrong with me,\" replied Abner, and his voice was low. \"But there's something damnably wrong with you, Dix.\" \n\n\"The devil take you,\" said Dix, and I saw him measure Abner with his eye. It was not fear that held him back; fear was gone out of the creature; I think it was a kind of prudence. \n\nAbner's eyes kindled, but his voice remained low and steady. \n\n\"Those are big words"}, {"quote": "\"There's nothing wrong with me,", "context": "\"It might be the devil,\" said Abner* \"Do you know what your face looks like?\" \n\n\"No matter what it looks like !\" said Dix. \n\n\"And so,\" said Abner, \"we have got courage with this new face.\" \n\nDix threw up his head. \n\n\"Now, look here, Abner,\" he said, \"I've had about enough of your big manner. You ride a horse to death and you come plunging in here; what the devil's wrong with you?\" \n\n\"There's nothing wrong with me,\" replied Abner, and his voice was low. \"But there's something damnably wrong with you, Dix.\" \n\n\"The devil take you,\" said Dix, and I saw him measure Abner with his eye. It was not fear that held him back; fear was gone out of the creature; I think it was a kind of prudence. \n\nAbner's eyes kindled, but his voice remained low and steady. \n\n\"Those are big words,\" he said. \n\nUncle Abner "}, {"quote": "\"But there's something damnably wrong with you, Dix.", "context": "\"No matter what it looks like !\" said Dix. \n\n\"And so,\" said Abner, \"we have got courage with this new face.\" \n\nDix threw up his head. \n\n\"Now, look here, Abner,\" he said, \"I've had about enough of your big manner. You ride a horse to death and you come plunging in here; what the devil's wrong with you?\" \n\n\"There's nothing wrong with me,\" replied Abner, and his voice was low. \"But there's something damnably wrong with you, Dix.\" \n\n\"The devil take you,\" said Dix, and I saw him measure Abner with his eye. It was not fear that held him back; fear was gone out of the creature; I think it was a kind of prudence. \n\nAbner's eyes kindled, but his voice remained low and steady. \n\n\"Those are big words,\" he said. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"get out of the door then and let me pass!\" \n\n\"Not just yet"}, {"quote": "\"The devil take you,", "context": "\"And so,\" said Abner, \"we have got courage with this new face.\" \n\nDix threw up his head. \n\n\"Now, look here, Abner,\" he said, \"I've had about enough of your big manner. You ride a horse to death and you come plunging in here; what the devil's wrong with you?\" \n\n\"There's nothing wrong with me,\" replied Abner, and his voice was low. \"But there's something damnably wrong with you, Dix.\" \n\n\"The devil take you,\" said Dix, and I saw him measure Abner with his eye. It was not fear that held him back; fear was gone out of the creature; I think it was a kind of prudence. \n\nAbner's eyes kindled, but his voice remained low and steady. \n\n\"Those are big words,\" he said. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"get out of the door then and let me pass!\" \n\n\"Not just yet,\" said Abner; \"I have something to say to you"}, {"quote": "\"Those are big words,", "context": "\"I've had about enough of your big manner. You ride a horse to death and you come plunging in here; what the devil's wrong with you?\" \n\n\"There's nothing wrong with me,\" replied Abner, and his voice was low. \"But there's something damnably wrong with you, Dix.\" \n\n\"The devil take you,\" said Dix, and I saw him measure Abner with his eye. It was not fear that held him back; fear was gone out of the creature; I think it was a kind of prudence. \n\nAbner's eyes kindled, but his voice remained low and steady. \n\n\"Those are big words,\" he said. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"get out of the door then and let me pass!\" \n\n\"Not just yet,\" said Abner; \"I have something to say to you.\" \n\n\"Say it then,\" cried Dix, \"and get out of the door.\" \n\n\"Why hurry?\" said Abner. \"It's a long time un- til daylight, and I have a good deal to say.\" \n\n\"You'll not say it to me,\" said Dix."}, {"quote": "\"get out of the door then and let me pass!", "context": "\" replied Abner, and his voice was low. \"But there's something damnably wrong with you, Dix.\" \n\n\"The devil take you,\" said Dix, and I saw him measure Abner with his eye. It was not fear that held him back; fear was gone out of the creature; I think it was a kind of prudence. \n\nAbner's eyes kindled, but his voice remained low and steady. \n\n\"Those are big words,\" he said. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"get out of the door then and let me pass!\" \n\n\"Not just yet,\" said Abner; \"I have something to say to you.\" \n\n\"Say it then,\" cried Dix, \"and get out of the door.\" \n\n\"Why hurry?\" said Abner. \"It's a long time un- til daylight, and I have a good deal to say.\" \n\n\"You'll not say it to me,\" said Dix. \"I've got a trip to make tonight; get out of the door.\" \n\nAbner did not move. \"You've got a longer trip to make tonight than you think, Dix"}, {"quote": "\"Not just yet,", "context": "\"But there's something damnably wrong with you, Dix.\" \n\n\"The devil take you,\" said Dix, and I saw him measure Abner with his eye. It was not fear that held him back; fear was gone out of the creature; I think it was a kind of prudence. \n\nAbner's eyes kindled, but his voice remained low and steady. \n\n\"Those are big words,\" he said. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"get out of the door then and let me pass!\" \n\n\"Not just yet,\" said Abner; \"I have something to say to you.\" \n\n\"Say it then,\" cried Dix, \"and get out of the door.\" \n\n\"Why hurry?\" said Abner. \"It's a long time un- til daylight, and I have a good deal to say.\" \n\n\"You'll not say it to me,\" said Dix. \"I've got a trip to make tonight; get out of the door.\" \n\nAbner did not move. \"You've got a longer trip to make tonight than you think, Dix"}, {"quote": "\"I have something to say to you.", "context": "\" said Dix, and I saw him measure Abner with his eye. It was not fear that held him back; fear was gone out of the creature; I think it was a kind of prudence. \n\nAbner's eyes kindled, but his voice remained low and steady. \n\n\"Those are big words,\" he said. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"get out of the door then and let me pass!\" \n\n\"Not just yet,\" said Abner; \"I have something to say to you.\" \n\n\"Say it then,\" cried Dix, \"and get out of the door.\" \n\n\"Why hurry?\" said Abner. \"It's a long time un- til daylight, and I have a good deal to say.\" \n\n\"You'll not say it to me,\" said Dix. \"I've got a trip to make tonight; get out of the door.\" \n\nAbner did not move. \"You've got a longer trip to make tonight than you think, Dix,\" he said; \"but you're going to hear what I have to say before you set out on it"}, {"quote": "\"and get out of the door.", "context": "\" said Dix, and I saw him measure Abner with his eye. It was not fear that held him back; fear was gone out of the creature; I think it was a kind of prudence. \n\nAbner's eyes kindled, but his voice remained low and steady. \n\n\"Those are big words,\" he said. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"get out of the door then and let me pass!\" \n\n\"Not just yet,\" said Abner; \"I have something to say to you.\" \n\n\"Say it then,\" cried Dix, \"and get out of the door.\" \n\n\"Why hurry?\" said Abner. \"It's a long time un- til daylight, and I have a good deal to say.\" \n\n\"You'll not say it to me,\" said Dix. \"I've got a trip to make tonight; get out of the door.\" \n\nAbner did not move. \"You've got a longer trip to make tonight than you think, Dix,\" he said; \"but you're going to hear what I have to say before you set out on it"}, {"quote": "\"It's a long time un- til daylight, and I have a good deal to say.", "context": "\" said Dix, and I saw him measure Abner with his eye. It was not fear that held him back; fear was gone out of the creature; I think it was a kind of prudence. \n\nAbner's eyes kindled, but his voice remained low and steady. \n\n\"Those are big words,\" he said. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"get out of the door then and let me pass!\" \n\n\"Not just yet,\" said Abner; \"I have something to say to you.\" \n\n\"Say it then,\" cried Dix, \"and get out of the door.\" \n\n\"Why hurry?\" said Abner. \"It's a long time un- til daylight, and I have a good deal to say.\" \n\n\"You'll not say it to me,\" said Dix. \"I've got a trip to make tonight; get out of the door.\" \n\nAbner did not move. \"You've got a longer trip to make tonight than you think, Dix,\" he said; \"but you're going to hear what I have to say before you set out on it.\" \n\nI saw Dix rise on his toes and I knew what he wished for. He wished for a weapon; and he wished for the bulk of bone and muscle that would have a chance against Abner. But he had neither the one nor the other. And he stood there on his toes and began to curse \u2014 low, vicious, withering oaths, that were like the swish of a knife. "}, {"quote": "\"You'll not say it to me,", "context": "Abner's eyes kindled, but his voice remained low and steady. \n\n\"Those are big words,\" he said. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"get out of the door then and let me pass!\" \n\n\"Not just yet,\" said Abner; \"I have something to say to you.\" \n\n\"Say it then,\" cried Dix, \"and get out of the door.\" \n\n\"Why hurry?\" said Abner. \"It's a long time un- til daylight, and I have a good deal to say.\" \n\n\"You'll not say it to me,\" said Dix. \"I've got a trip to make tonight; get out of the door.\" \n\nAbner did not move. \"You've got a longer trip to make tonight than you think, Dix,\" he said; \"but you're going to hear what I have to say before you set out on it.\" \n\nI saw Dix rise on his toes and I knew what he wished for. He wished for a weapon; and he wished for the bulk of bone and muscle that would have a chance against Abner. But he had neither the one nor the other. And he stood there on his toes and began to curse \u2014 low, vicious, withering oaths, that were like the swish of a knife. "}, {"quote": "\"I've got a trip to make tonight; get out of the door.", "context": "\" he said. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"get out of the door then and let me pass!\" \n\n\"Not just yet,\" said Abner; \"I have something to say to you.\" \n\n\"Say it then,\" cried Dix, \"and get out of the door.\" \n\n\"Why hurry?\" said Abner. \"It's a long time un- til daylight, and I have a good deal to say.\" \n\n\"You'll not say it to me,\" said Dix. \"I've got a trip to make tonight; get out of the door.\" \n\nAbner did not move. \"You've got a longer trip to make tonight than you think, Dix,\" he said; \"but you're going to hear what I have to say before you set out on it.\" \n\nI saw Dix rise on his toes and I knew what he wished for. He wished for a weapon; and he wished for the bulk of bone and muscle that would have a chance against Abner. But he had neither the one nor the other. And he stood there on his toes and began to curse \u2014 low, vicious, withering oaths, that were like the swish of a knife. "}, {"quote": "\"You've got a longer trip to make tonight than you think, Dix,", "context": "\"get out of the door then and let me pass!\" \n\n\"Not just yet,\" said Abner; \"I have something to say to you.\" \n\n\"Say it then,\" cried Dix, \"and get out of the door.\" \n\n\"Why hurry?\" said Abner. \"It's a long time un- til daylight, and I have a good deal to say.\" \n\n\"You'll not say it to me,\" said Dix. \"I've got a trip to make tonight; get out of the door.\" \n\nAbner did not move. \"You've got a longer trip to make tonight than you think, Dix,\" he said; \"but you're going to hear what I have to say before you set out on it.\" \n\nI saw Dix rise on his toes and I knew what he wished for. He wished for a weapon; and he wished for the bulk of bone and muscle that would have a chance against Abner. But he had neither the one nor the other. And he stood there on his toes and began to curse \u2014 low, vicious, withering oaths, that were like the swish of a knife. "}, {"quote": "\"but you're going to hear what I have to say before you set out on it.", "context": "\" \n\n\"Say it then,\" cried Dix, \"and get out of the door.\" \n\n\"Why hurry?\" said Abner. \"It's a long time un- til daylight, and I have a good deal to say.\" \n\n\"You'll not say it to me,\" said Dix. \"I've got a trip to make tonight; get out of the door.\" \n\nAbner did not move. \"You've got a longer trip to make tonight than you think, Dix,\" he said; \"but you're going to hear what I have to say before you set out on it.\" \n\nI saw Dix rise on his toes and I knew what he wished for. He wished for a weapon; and he wished for the bulk of bone and muscle that would have a chance against Abner. But he had neither the one nor the other. And he stood there on his toes and began to curse \u2014 low, vicious, withering oaths, that were like the swish of a knife. \n\nAbner was looking at the man with a curious in* terest. \n\n\"It is strange"}, {"quote": "\"It is strange,", "context": "\"but you're going to hear what I have to say before you set out on it.\" \n\nI saw Dix rise on his toes and I knew what he wished for. He wished for a weapon; and he wished for the bulk of bone and muscle that would have a chance against Abner. But he had neither the one nor the other. And he stood there on his toes and began to curse \u2014 low, vicious, withering oaths, that were like the swish of a knife. \n\nAbner was looking at the man with a curious in* terest. \n\n\"It is strange,\" he said, as though speaking to himself, \"but it explains the thing. While one is the servant of neither, one has the courage of neither; but wheri he finally makes his choice he gets what his master has to give him.\" \n\nThen he spoke to Dix. \n\n\"Sit down !\" he said ; and it was in that deep, level \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\nvoice that Abner used when he was standing close behind his words. Every man in the hills knew that voice; one had only a moment to decide after he heard it. Dix knew that, and yet for one instant he hung there on his toes, his eyes shimmering like a weasel's, his mouth twisting. He was not afraid 1 If he had had the ghost of a chance against Abner he would have taken it. But he knew he had not, and with an oath he threw the saddle blanket into a corner and sat down by the fire. "}, {"quote": "\"but it explains the thing. While one is the servant of neither, one has the courage of neither; but wheri he finally makes his choice he gets what his master has to give him.", "context": "I saw Dix rise on his toes and I knew what he wished for. He wished for a weapon; and he wished for the bulk of bone and muscle that would have a chance against Abner. But he had neither the one nor the other. And he stood there on his toes and began to curse \u2014 low, vicious, withering oaths, that were like the swish of a knife. \n\nAbner was looking at the man with a curious in* terest. \n\n\"It is strange,\" he said, as though speaking to himself, \"but it explains the thing. While one is the servant of neither, one has the courage of neither; but wheri he finally makes his choice he gets what his master has to give him.\" \n\nThen he spoke to Dix. \n\n\"Sit down !\" he said ; and it was in that deep, level \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\nvoice that Abner used when he was standing close behind his words. Every man in the hills knew that voice; one had only a moment to decide after he heard it. Dix knew that, and yet for one instant he hung there on his toes, his eyes shimmering like a weasel's, his mouth twisting. He was not afraid 1 If he had had the ghost of a chance against Abner he would have taken it. But he knew he had not, and with an oath he threw the saddle blanket into a corner and sat down by the fire. "}, {"quote": "\"do you believe in the providence of God?", "context": "voice that Abner used when he was standing close behind his words. Every man in the hills knew that voice; one had only a moment to decide after he heard it. Dix knew that, and yet for one instant he hung there on his toes, his eyes shimmering like a weasel's, his mouth twisting. He was not afraid 1 If he had had the ghost of a chance against Abner he would have taken it. But he knew he had not, and with an oath he threw the saddle blanket into a corner and sat down by the fire. \n\nAbner came away from the door then. He took off his great coat. He put a log on the fire and he sat down across the hearth from Dix. The new hickory sprang crackling into flames. For a good while there was silence; the two men sat at either end of the hearth without a word. Abner seemed to have fallen into a study of the man before him. Finally he spoke : \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"do you believe in the providence of God?\" \n\nDix flung up his head. \n\n\"Abner,\" he cried, \"if you are going to talk non- . sense I promise you upon my oath that I will not stay to listen.\" \n\nAbner did not at once reply. He seemed to be- gin now at another point. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"you've had a good deal of bad luck. . . . Perhaps you wish it put that way.\" \n\n\"Now, Abner,\" he cried,"}, {"quote": "\"if you are going to talk non- . sense I promise you upon my oath that I will not stay to listen.", "context": "Abner came away from the door then. He took off his great coat. He put a log on the fire and he sat down across the hearth from Dix. The new hickory sprang crackling into flames. For a good while there was silence; the two men sat at either end of the hearth without a word. Abner seemed to have fallen into a study of the man before him. Finally he spoke : \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"do you believe in the providence of God?\" \n\nDix flung up his head. \n\n\"Abner,\" he cried, \"if you are going to talk non- . sense I promise you upon my oath that I will not stay to listen.\" \n\nAbner did not at once reply. He seemed to be- gin now at another point. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"you've had a good deal of bad luck. . . . Perhaps you wish it put that way.\" \n\n\"Now, Abner,\" he cried, \"you speak the truth; I have had hell's luck.\" \n\nSi \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Hell's luck you have had,\" replied Abner. \"It is a good word. I accept it. Your partner disap- peared with all the money of the grazers on the other side of the river; you lost the land in your lawsuit; and you are to-night without a dollar. That was a big tract of land to lose. Where did you get so great a sum of money"}, {"quote": "\"you've had a good deal of bad luck. . . . Perhaps you wish it put that way.", "context": "Abner came away from the door then. He took off his great coat. He put a log on the fire and he sat down across the hearth from Dix. The new hickory sprang crackling into flames. For a good while there was silence; the two men sat at either end of the hearth without a word. Abner seemed to have fallen into a study of the man before him. Finally he spoke : \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"do you believe in the providence of God?\" \n\nDix flung up his head. \n\n\"Abner,\" he cried, \"if you are going to talk non- . sense I promise you upon my oath that I will not stay to listen.\" \n\nAbner did not at once reply. He seemed to be- gin now at another point. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"you've had a good deal of bad luck. . . . Perhaps you wish it put that way.\" \n\n\"Now, Abner,\" he cried, \"you speak the truth; I have had hell's luck.\" \n\nSi \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Hell's luck you have had,\" replied Abner. \"It is a good word. I accept it. Your partner disap- peared with all the money of the grazers on the other side of the river; you lost the land in your lawsuit; and you are to-night without a dollar. That was a big tract of land to lose. Where did you get so great a sum of money"}, {"quote": "\"Now, Abner,", "context": "\"do you believe in the providence of God?\" \n\nDix flung up his head. \n\n\"Abner,\" he cried, \"if you are going to talk non- . sense I promise you upon my oath that I will not stay to listen.\" \n\nAbner did not at once reply. He seemed to be- gin now at another point. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"you've had a good deal of bad luck. . . . Perhaps you wish it put that way.\" \n\n\"Now, Abner,\" he cried, \"you speak the truth; I have had hell's luck.\" \n\nSi \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Hell's luck you have had,\" replied Abner. \"It is a good word. I accept it. Your partner disap- peared with all the money of the grazers on the other side of the river; you lost the land in your lawsuit; and you are to-night without a dollar. That was a big tract of land to lose. Where did you get so great a sum of money"}, {"quote": "\"you speak the truth; I have had hell's luck.", "context": "Dix flung up his head. \n\n\"Abner,\" he cried, \"if you are going to talk non- . sense I promise you upon my oath that I will not stay to listen.\" \n\nAbner did not at once reply. He seemed to be- gin now at another point. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"you've had a good deal of bad luck. . . . Perhaps you wish it put that way.\" \n\n\"Now, Abner,\" he cried, \"you speak the truth; I have had hell's luck.\" \n\nSi \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Hell's luck you have had,\" replied Abner. \"It is a good word. I accept it. Your partner disap- peared with all the money of the grazers on the other side of the river; you lost the land in your lawsuit; and you are to-night without a dollar. That was a big tract of land to lose. Where did you get so great a sum of money?\" \n\n\"I have told you a hundred times,\" replied Dix."}, {"quote": "\"Hell's luck you have had,", "context": "\"if you are going to talk non- . sense I promise you upon my oath that I will not stay to listen.\" \n\nAbner did not at once reply. He seemed to be- gin now at another point. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"you've had a good deal of bad luck. . . . Perhaps you wish it put that way.\" \n\n\"Now, Abner,\" he cried, \"you speak the truth; I have had hell's luck.\" \n\nSi \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Hell's luck you have had,\" replied Abner. \"It is a good word. I accept it. Your partner disap- peared with all the money of the grazers on the other side of the river; you lost the land in your lawsuit; and you are to-night without a dollar. That was a big tract of land to lose. Where did you get so great a sum of money?\" \n\n\"I have told you a hundred times,\" replied Dix. \"I got it from my people over the mountains. You know where I got it"}, {"quote": "\"It is a good word. I accept it. Your partner disap- peared with all the money of the grazers on the other side of the river; you lost the land in your lawsuit; and you are to-night without a dollar. That was a big tract of land to lose. Where did you get so great a sum of money?", "context": "\"if you are going to talk non- . sense I promise you upon my oath that I will not stay to listen.\" \n\nAbner did not at once reply. He seemed to be- gin now at another point. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"you've had a good deal of bad luck. . . . Perhaps you wish it put that way.\" \n\n\"Now, Abner,\" he cried, \"you speak the truth; I have had hell's luck.\" \n\nSi \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Hell's luck you have had,\" replied Abner. \"It is a good word. I accept it. Your partner disap- peared with all the money of the grazers on the other side of the river; you lost the land in your lawsuit; and you are to-night without a dollar. That was a big tract of land to lose. Where did you get so great a sum of money?\" \n\n\"I have told you a hundred times,\" replied Dix. \"I got it from my people over the mountains. You know where I got it.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" said Abner. \"I know where you got it, Dix. And I know another thing. But first I want to show you this,\" and he took a little penknife out of his pocket. \"And I want to tell you that I believe in the providence of God, Dix.\" \n\n\"I don't care a fiddler's damn what you believe in"}, {"quote": "\"I have told you a hundred times,", "context": "\"you speak the truth; I have had hell's luck.\" \n\nSi \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"Hell's luck you have had,\" replied Abner. \"It is a good word. I accept it. Your partner disap- peared with all the money of the grazers on the other side of the river; you lost the land in your lawsuit; and you are to-night without a dollar. That was a big tract of land to lose. Where did you get so great a sum of money?\" \n\n\"I have told you a hundred times,\" replied Dix. \"I got it from my people over the mountains. You know where I got it.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" said Abner. \"I know where you got it, Dix. And I know another thing. But first I want to show you this,\" and he took a little penknife out of his pocket. \"And I want to tell you that I believe in the providence of God, Dix.\" \n\n\"I don't care a fiddler's damn what you believe in,\" said Dix. "}, {"quote": "\"I got it from my people over the mountains. You know where I got it.", "context": "Uncle Abner \n\n\"Hell's luck you have had,\" replied Abner. \"It is a good word. I accept it. Your partner disap- peared with all the money of the grazers on the other side of the river; you lost the land in your lawsuit; and you are to-night without a dollar. That was a big tract of land to lose. Where did you get so great a sum of money?\" \n\n\"I have told you a hundred times,\" replied Dix. \"I got it from my people over the mountains. You know where I got it.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" said Abner. \"I know where you got it, Dix. And I know another thing. But first I want to show you this,\" and he took a little penknife out of his pocket. \"And I want to tell you that I believe in the providence of God, Dix.\" \n\n\"I don't care a fiddler's damn what you believe in,\" said Dix. \n\n\"But you do care what I know,\" replied Abner* \n\n\"What do you know"}, {"quote": "\"I know where you got it, Dix. And I know another thing. But first I want to show you this,", "context": "\"It is a good word. I accept it. Your partner disap- peared with all the money of the grazers on the other side of the river; you lost the land in your lawsuit; and you are to-night without a dollar. That was a big tract of land to lose. Where did you get so great a sum of money?\" \n\n\"I have told you a hundred times,\" replied Dix. \"I got it from my people over the mountains. You know where I got it.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" said Abner. \"I know where you got it, Dix. And I know another thing. But first I want to show you this,\" and he took a little penknife out of his pocket. \"And I want to tell you that I believe in the providence of God, Dix.\" \n\n\"I don't care a fiddler's damn what you believe in,\" said Dix. \n\n\"But you do care what I know,\" replied Abner* \n\n\"What do you know?\" said Dix. \n\n\"I know where your partner is,\" replied Abner. \n\nI was uncertain about what Dix was going to do, but finally he answered with a sneer. "}, {"quote": "\"And I want to tell you that I believe in the providence of God, Dix.", "context": "\"It is a good word. I accept it. Your partner disap- peared with all the money of the grazers on the other side of the river; you lost the land in your lawsuit; and you are to-night without a dollar. That was a big tract of land to lose. Where did you get so great a sum of money?\" \n\n\"I have told you a hundred times,\" replied Dix. \"I got it from my people over the mountains. You know where I got it.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" said Abner. \"I know where you got it, Dix. And I know another thing. But first I want to show you this,\" and he took a little penknife out of his pocket. \"And I want to tell you that I believe in the providence of God, Dix.\" \n\n\"I don't care a fiddler's damn what you believe in,\" said Dix. \n\n\"But you do care what I know,\" replied Abner* \n\n\"What do you know?\" said Dix. \n\n\"I know where your partner is,\" replied Abner. \n\nI was uncertain about what Dix was going to do, but finally he answered with a sneer. \n\n\"Then you know something that nobody else knows.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" replied Abner, \"there is another man who knows.\" "}, {"quote": "\"I don't care a fiddler's damn what you believe in,", "context": "\"It is a good word. I accept it. Your partner disap- peared with all the money of the grazers on the other side of the river; you lost the land in your lawsuit; and you are to-night without a dollar. That was a big tract of land to lose. Where did you get so great a sum of money?\" \n\n\"I have told you a hundred times,\" replied Dix. \"I got it from my people over the mountains. You know where I got it.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" said Abner. \"I know where you got it, Dix. And I know another thing. But first I want to show you this,\" and he took a little penknife out of his pocket. \"And I want to tell you that I believe in the providence of God, Dix.\" \n\n\"I don't care a fiddler's damn what you believe in,\" said Dix. \n\n\"But you do care what I know,\" replied Abner* \n\n\"What do you know?\" said Dix. \n\n\"I know where your partner is,\" replied Abner. \n\nI was uncertain about what Dix was going to do, but finally he answered with a sneer. \n\n\"Then you know something that nobody else knows.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" replied Abner, \"there is another man who knows.\" \n\n\"Who?\" said Dix. \n\n\"You,\" said Abner. \n\nDix leaned over in his chair and looked at Abner closely. "}, {"quote": "\"But you do care what I know,", "context": "\"I got it from my people over the mountains. You know where I got it.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" said Abner. \"I know where you got it, Dix. And I know another thing. But first I want to show you this,\" and he took a little penknife out of his pocket. \"And I want to tell you that I believe in the providence of God, Dix.\" \n\n\"I don't care a fiddler's damn what you believe in,\" said Dix. \n\n\"But you do care what I know,\" replied Abner* \n\n\"What do you know?\" said Dix. \n\n\"I know where your partner is,\" replied Abner. \n\nI was uncertain about what Dix was going to do, but finally he answered with a sneer. \n\n\"Then you know something that nobody else knows.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" replied Abner, \"there is another man who knows.\" \n\n\"Who?\" said Dix. \n\n\"You,\" said Abner. \n\nDix leaned over in his chair and looked at Abner closely. "}, {"quote": "\"What do you know?", "context": "\"I got it from my people over the mountains. You know where I got it.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" said Abner. \"I know where you got it, Dix. And I know another thing. But first I want to show you this,\" and he took a little penknife out of his pocket. \"And I want to tell you that I believe in the providence of God, Dix.\" \n\n\"I don't care a fiddler's damn what you believe in,\" said Dix. \n\n\"But you do care what I know,\" replied Abner* \n\n\"What do you know?\" said Dix. \n\n\"I know where your partner is,\" replied Abner. \n\nI was uncertain about what Dix was going to do, but finally he answered with a sneer. \n\n\"Then you know something that nobody else knows.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" replied Abner, \"there is another man who knows.\" \n\n\"Who?\" said Dix. \n\n\"You,\" said Abner. \n\nDix leaned over in his chair and looked at Abner closely. \n\n5* \n\nThe Angel of the Lord "}, {"quote": "\"I know where your partner is,", "context": "\"Yes,\" said Abner. \"I know where you got it, Dix. And I know another thing. But first I want to show you this,\" and he took a little penknife out of his pocket. \"And I want to tell you that I believe in the providence of God, Dix.\" \n\n\"I don't care a fiddler's damn what you believe in,\" said Dix. \n\n\"But you do care what I know,\" replied Abner* \n\n\"What do you know?\" said Dix. \n\n\"I know where your partner is,\" replied Abner. \n\nI was uncertain about what Dix was going to do, but finally he answered with a sneer. \n\n\"Then you know something that nobody else knows.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" replied Abner, \"there is another man who knows.\" \n\n\"Who?\" said Dix. \n\n\"You,\" said Abner. \n\nDix leaned over in his chair and looked at Abner closely. \n\n5* \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"Abner,\" he cried, \"you are talking nonsense. Nobody knows where Alkire is. If I knew I'd go after him"}, {"quote": "\"Then you know something that nobody else knows.", "context": "\" and he took a little penknife out of his pocket. \"And I want to tell you that I believe in the providence of God, Dix.\" \n\n\"I don't care a fiddler's damn what you believe in,\" said Dix. \n\n\"But you do care what I know,\" replied Abner* \n\n\"What do you know?\" said Dix. \n\n\"I know where your partner is,\" replied Abner. \n\nI was uncertain about what Dix was going to do, but finally he answered with a sneer. \n\n\"Then you know something that nobody else knows.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" replied Abner, \"there is another man who knows.\" \n\n\"Who?\" said Dix. \n\n\"You,\" said Abner. \n\nDix leaned over in his chair and looked at Abner closely. \n\n5* \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"Abner,\" he cried, \"you are talking nonsense. Nobody knows where Alkire is. If I knew I'd go after him.\" \n\n\"Dix,\" Abner answered, and it was again in that deep, level voice, \"if I had got here five minutes later you would have gone after him. I can promise you that, Dix. "}, {"quote": "\"there is another man who knows.", "context": "\"And I want to tell you that I believe in the providence of God, Dix.\" \n\n\"I don't care a fiddler's damn what you believe in,\" said Dix. \n\n\"But you do care what I know,\" replied Abner* \n\n\"What do you know?\" said Dix. \n\n\"I know where your partner is,\" replied Abner. \n\nI was uncertain about what Dix was going to do, but finally he answered with a sneer. \n\n\"Then you know something that nobody else knows.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" replied Abner, \"there is another man who knows.\" \n\n\"Who?\" said Dix. \n\n\"You,\" said Abner. \n\nDix leaned over in his chair and looked at Abner closely. \n\n5* \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"Abner,\" he cried, \"you are talking nonsense. Nobody knows where Alkire is. If I knew I'd go after him.\" \n\n\"Dix,\" Abner answered, and it was again in that deep, level voice, \"if I had got here five minutes later you would have gone after him. I can promise you that, Dix. "}, {"quote": "\"you are talking nonsense. Nobody knows where Alkire is. If I knew I'd go after him.", "context": "\"I know where your partner is,\" replied Abner. \n\nI was uncertain about what Dix was going to do, but finally he answered with a sneer. \n\n\"Then you know something that nobody else knows.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" replied Abner, \"there is another man who knows.\" \n\n\"Who?\" said Dix. \n\n\"You,\" said Abner. \n\nDix leaned over in his chair and looked at Abner closely. \n\n5* \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"Abner,\" he cried, \"you are talking nonsense. Nobody knows where Alkire is. If I knew I'd go after him.\" \n\n\"Dix,\" Abner answered, and it was again in that deep, level voice, \"if I had got here five minutes later you would have gone after him. I can promise you that, Dix. \n\n\"Now, listen! I was in the upcountry when I got your word about the partnership ; and I was on my way back when at Big Run I broke a stirrup- kather. I had no knife and I went into the store and bought this one; then the storekeeper told me that Alkire had gone to see you. I didn't want to interfere with him and I turned bade. ... So I did not become your partner. And so I did not disap- pear. . . . What was it that prevented? The broken stirrup-leather? The knife? In old times, Dix, men were so blind that God had to ope? their eyes before they could see His angel in the way be- fore them. . . . They are still blind, but they ought not to be that blind. \u2022 . . Well, on the night that Alkire disappeared I met him on his way to your house. It was out there at the bridge. He had broken a stirrup-leather and he was trying to fasten it with a nail. He asked me if I had a knife, and I gave him this one. It was beginning to rain and I went on, leaving him there in the road with the knife in his hand.\" "}, {"quote": "\"God forgive me,", "context": "\"Now, listen! I was in the upcountry when I got your word about the partnership ; and I was on my way back when at Big Run I broke a stirrup- kather. I had no knife and I went into the store and bought this one; then the storekeeper told me that Alkire had gone to see you. I didn't want to interfere with him and I turned bade. ... So I did not become your partner. And so I did not disap- pear. . . . What was it that prevented? The broken stirrup-leather? The knife? In old times, Dix, men were so blind that God had to ope? their eyes before they could see His angel in the way be- fore them. . . . They are still blind, but they ought not to be that blind. \u2022 . . Well, on the night that Alkire disappeared I met him on his way to your house. It was out there at the bridge. He had broken a stirrup-leather and he was trying to fasten it with a nail. He asked me if I had a knife, and I gave him this one. It was beginning to rain and I went on, leaving him there in the road with the knife in his hand.\" \n\nAbner paused; the muscles of his great iron jaw contracted. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"God forgive me,\" he said; \"it was His angel again ! I never saw Alkire after that.\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him after that,\" said Dix. \"He got out of the hills that night.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner; \"it was not in the night when Alkire started on his journey; it was in the day.\" \n\n\"Abner,\" said Dix, \"you talk like a fool. If Al- kire had traveled the road in the day somebody would have seen him"}, {"quote": "\"it was His angel again ! I never saw Alkire after that.", "context": "\"Now, listen! I was in the upcountry when I got your word about the partnership ; and I was on my way back when at Big Run I broke a stirrup- kather. I had no knife and I went into the store and bought this one; then the storekeeper told me that Alkire had gone to see you. I didn't want to interfere with him and I turned bade. ... So I did not become your partner. And so I did not disap- pear. . . . What was it that prevented? The broken stirrup-leather? The knife? In old times, Dix, men were so blind that God had to ope? their eyes before they could see His angel in the way be- fore them. . . . They are still blind, but they ought not to be that blind. \u2022 . . Well, on the night that Alkire disappeared I met him on his way to your house. It was out there at the bridge. He had broken a stirrup-leather and he was trying to fasten it with a nail. He asked me if I had a knife, and I gave him this one. It was beginning to rain and I went on, leaving him there in the road with the knife in his hand.\" \n\nAbner paused; the muscles of his great iron jaw contracted. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"God forgive me,\" he said; \"it was His angel again ! I never saw Alkire after that.\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him after that,\" said Dix. \"He got out of the hills that night.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner; \"it was not in the night when Alkire started on his journey; it was in the day.\" \n\n\"Abner,\" said Dix, \"you talk like a fool. If Al- kire had traveled the road in the day somebody would have seen him.\" \n\n\"Nobody could see him on the road he traveled,\" replied Abner. "}, {"quote": "\"Nobody ever saw him after that,", "context": "\"Now, listen! I was in the upcountry when I got your word about the partnership ; and I was on my way back when at Big Run I broke a stirrup- kather. I had no knife and I went into the store and bought this one; then the storekeeper told me that Alkire had gone to see you. I didn't want to interfere with him and I turned bade. ... So I did not become your partner. And so I did not disap- pear. . . . What was it that prevented? The broken stirrup-leather? The knife? In old times, Dix, men were so blind that God had to ope? their eyes before they could see His angel in the way be- fore them. . . . They are still blind, but they ought not to be that blind. \u2022 . . Well, on the night that Alkire disappeared I met him on his way to your house. It was out there at the bridge. He had broken a stirrup-leather and he was trying to fasten it with a nail. He asked me if I had a knife, and I gave him this one. It was beginning to rain and I went on, leaving him there in the road with the knife in his hand.\" \n\nAbner paused; the muscles of his great iron jaw contracted. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"God forgive me,\" he said; \"it was His angel again ! I never saw Alkire after that.\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him after that,\" said Dix. \"He got out of the hills that night.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner; \"it was not in the night when Alkire started on his journey; it was in the day.\" \n\n\"Abner,\" said Dix, \"you talk like a fool. If Al- kire had traveled the road in the day somebody would have seen him.\" \n\n\"Nobody could see him on the road he traveled,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"What road?\" said Dix. \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner,"}, {"quote": "\"He got out of the hills that night.", "context": "\"Now, listen! I was in the upcountry when I got your word about the partnership ; and I was on my way back when at Big Run I broke a stirrup- kather. I had no knife and I went into the store and bought this one; then the storekeeper told me that Alkire had gone to see you. I didn't want to interfere with him and I turned bade. ... So I did not become your partner. And so I did not disap- pear. . . . What was it that prevented? The broken stirrup-leather? The knife? In old times, Dix, men were so blind that God had to ope? their eyes before they could see His angel in the way be- fore them. . . . They are still blind, but they ought not to be that blind. \u2022 . . Well, on the night that Alkire disappeared I met him on his way to your house. It was out there at the bridge. He had broken a stirrup-leather and he was trying to fasten it with a nail. He asked me if I had a knife, and I gave him this one. It was beginning to rain and I went on, leaving him there in the road with the knife in his hand.\" \n\nAbner paused; the muscles of his great iron jaw contracted. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"God forgive me,\" he said; \"it was His angel again ! I never saw Alkire after that.\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him after that,\" said Dix. \"He got out of the hills that night.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner; \"it was not in the night when Alkire started on his journey; it was in the day.\" \n\n\"Abner,\" said Dix, \"you talk like a fool. If Al- kire had traveled the road in the day somebody would have seen him.\" \n\n\"Nobody could see him on the road he traveled,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"What road?\" said Dix. \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"you will learn that soon enough"}, {"quote": "\"it was not in the night when Alkire started on his journey; it was in the day.", "context": "\"Now, listen! I was in the upcountry when I got your word about the partnership ; and I was on my way back when at Big Run I broke a stirrup- kather. I had no knife and I went into the store and bought this one; then the storekeeper told me that Alkire had gone to see you. I didn't want to interfere with him and I turned bade. ... So I did not become your partner. And so I did not disap- pear. . . . What was it that prevented? The broken stirrup-leather? The knife? In old times, Dix, men were so blind that God had to ope? their eyes before they could see His angel in the way be- fore them. . . . They are still blind, but they ought not to be that blind. \u2022 . . Well, on the night that Alkire disappeared I met him on his way to your house. It was out there at the bridge. He had broken a stirrup-leather and he was trying to fasten it with a nail. He asked me if I had a knife, and I gave him this one. It was beginning to rain and I went on, leaving him there in the road with the knife in his hand.\" \n\nAbner paused; the muscles of his great iron jaw contracted. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"God forgive me,\" he said; \"it was His angel again ! I never saw Alkire after that.\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him after that,\" said Dix. \"He got out of the hills that night.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner; \"it was not in the night when Alkire started on his journey; it was in the day.\" \n\n\"Abner,\" said Dix, \"you talk like a fool. If Al- kire had traveled the road in the day somebody would have seen him.\" \n\n\"Nobody could see him on the road he traveled,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"What road?\" said Dix. \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"you will learn that soon enough.\" \n\nAbner looked hard at the man. \n\n\"You saw Alkire when he started on his journey,\" he continued; \"but did you see who it was that went with him"}, {"quote": "\"you talk like a fool. If Al- kire had traveled the road in the day somebody would have seen him.", "context": "Abner paused; the muscles of his great iron jaw contracted. \n\nUncle Abner \n\n\"God forgive me,\" he said; \"it was His angel again ! I never saw Alkire after that.\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him after that,\" said Dix. \"He got out of the hills that night.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner; \"it was not in the night when Alkire started on his journey; it was in the day.\" \n\n\"Abner,\" said Dix, \"you talk like a fool. If Al- kire had traveled the road in the day somebody would have seen him.\" \n\n\"Nobody could see him on the road he traveled,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"What road?\" said Dix. \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"you will learn that soon enough.\" \n\nAbner looked hard at the man. \n\n\"You saw Alkire when he started on his journey,\" he continued; \"but did you see who it was that went with him?\" \n\n\"Nobody went with him,\" replied Dix; \"Alkire rode alone.\" \n\n\"Not alone,\" said Abner; \"there was another.\" "}, {"quote": "\"Nobody could see him on the road he traveled,", "context": "\"it was His angel again ! I never saw Alkire after that.\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him after that,\" said Dix. \"He got out of the hills that night.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner; \"it was not in the night when Alkire started on his journey; it was in the day.\" \n\n\"Abner,\" said Dix, \"you talk like a fool. If Al- kire had traveled the road in the day somebody would have seen him.\" \n\n\"Nobody could see him on the road he traveled,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"What road?\" said Dix. \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"you will learn that soon enough.\" \n\nAbner looked hard at the man. \n\n\"You saw Alkire when he started on his journey,\" he continued; \"but did you see who it was that went with him?\" \n\n\"Nobody went with him,\" replied Dix; \"Alkire rode alone.\" \n\n\"Not alone,\" said Abner; \"there was another.\" \n\n\"I didn't see him"}, {"quote": "\"you will learn that soon enough.", "context": "\"He got out of the hills that night.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner; \"it was not in the night when Alkire started on his journey; it was in the day.\" \n\n\"Abner,\" said Dix, \"you talk like a fool. If Al- kire had traveled the road in the day somebody would have seen him.\" \n\n\"Nobody could see him on the road he traveled,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"What road?\" said Dix. \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"you will learn that soon enough.\" \n\nAbner looked hard at the man. \n\n\"You saw Alkire when he started on his journey,\" he continued; \"but did you see who it was that went with him?\" \n\n\"Nobody went with him,\" replied Dix; \"Alkire rode alone.\" \n\n\"Not alone,\" said Abner; \"there was another.\" \n\n\"I didn't see him,\" said Dix. \n\n\"And yet,\" continued Abner, \"you made Alkire go with him.\" \n\nI saw cunning enter Dix's face. He was puz- zled, but he thought Abner off the scent. "}, {"quote": "\"You saw Alkire when he started on his journey,", "context": "\"it was not in the night when Alkire started on his journey; it was in the day.\" \n\n\"Abner,\" said Dix, \"you talk like a fool. If Al- kire had traveled the road in the day somebody would have seen him.\" \n\n\"Nobody could see him on the road he traveled,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"What road?\" said Dix. \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"you will learn that soon enough.\" \n\nAbner looked hard at the man. \n\n\"You saw Alkire when he started on his journey,\" he continued; \"but did you see who it was that went with him?\" \n\n\"Nobody went with him,\" replied Dix; \"Alkire rode alone.\" \n\n\"Not alone,\" said Abner; \"there was another.\" \n\n\"I didn't see him,\" said Dix. \n\n\"And yet,\" continued Abner, \"you made Alkire go with him.\" \n\nI saw cunning enter Dix's face. He was puz- zled, but he thought Abner off the scent. "}, {"quote": "\"but did you see who it was that went with him?", "context": "\"it was not in the night when Alkire started on his journey; it was in the day.\" \n\n\"Abner,\" said Dix, \"you talk like a fool. If Al- kire had traveled the road in the day somebody would have seen him.\" \n\n\"Nobody could see him on the road he traveled,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"What road?\" said Dix. \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"you will learn that soon enough.\" \n\nAbner looked hard at the man. \n\n\"You saw Alkire when he started on his journey,\" he continued; \"but did you see who it was that went with him?\" \n\n\"Nobody went with him,\" replied Dix; \"Alkire rode alone.\" \n\n\"Not alone,\" said Abner; \"there was another.\" \n\n\"I didn't see him,\" said Dix. \n\n\"And yet,\" continued Abner, \"you made Alkire go with him.\" \n\nI saw cunning enter Dix's face. He was puz- zled, but he thought Abner off the scent. \n\n\"And I made Alkire go with somebody, did I? \u2022Well, who was it? Did you see him"}, {"quote": "\"Nobody went with him,", "context": "\"you talk like a fool. If Al- kire had traveled the road in the day somebody would have seen him.\" \n\n\"Nobody could see him on the road he traveled,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"What road?\" said Dix. \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"you will learn that soon enough.\" \n\nAbner looked hard at the man. \n\n\"You saw Alkire when he started on his journey,\" he continued; \"but did you see who it was that went with him?\" \n\n\"Nobody went with him,\" replied Dix; \"Alkire rode alone.\" \n\n\"Not alone,\" said Abner; \"there was another.\" \n\n\"I didn't see him,\" said Dix. \n\n\"And yet,\" continued Abner, \"you made Alkire go with him.\" \n\nI saw cunning enter Dix's face. He was puz- zled, but he thought Abner off the scent. \n\n\"And I made Alkire go with somebody, did I? \u2022Well, who was it? Did you see him"}, {"quote": "\"Alkire rode alone.", "context": "\"you talk like a fool. If Al- kire had traveled the road in the day somebody would have seen him.\" \n\n\"Nobody could see him on the road he traveled,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"What road?\" said Dix. \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"you will learn that soon enough.\" \n\nAbner looked hard at the man. \n\n\"You saw Alkire when he started on his journey,\" he continued; \"but did you see who it was that went with him?\" \n\n\"Nobody went with him,\" replied Dix; \"Alkire rode alone.\" \n\n\"Not alone,\" said Abner; \"there was another.\" \n\n\"I didn't see him,\" said Dix. \n\n\"And yet,\" continued Abner, \"you made Alkire go with him.\" \n\nI saw cunning enter Dix's face. He was puz- zled, but he thought Abner off the scent. \n\n\"And I made Alkire go with somebody, did I? \u2022Well, who was it? Did you see him?\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him.\" "}, {"quote": "\"I didn't see him,", "context": "\"Nobody could see him on the road he traveled,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"What road?\" said Dix. \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"you will learn that soon enough.\" \n\nAbner looked hard at the man. \n\n\"You saw Alkire when he started on his journey,\" he continued; \"but did you see who it was that went with him?\" \n\n\"Nobody went with him,\" replied Dix; \"Alkire rode alone.\" \n\n\"Not alone,\" said Abner; \"there was another.\" \n\n\"I didn't see him,\" said Dix. \n\n\"And yet,\" continued Abner, \"you made Alkire go with him.\" \n\nI saw cunning enter Dix's face. He was puz- zled, but he thought Abner off the scent. \n\n\"And I made Alkire go with somebody, did I? \u2022Well, who was it? Did you see him?\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him.\" \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"He must be a stranger.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner,"}, {"quote": "\"you made Alkire go with him.", "context": "\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"you will learn that soon enough.\" \n\nAbner looked hard at the man. \n\n\"You saw Alkire when he started on his journey,\" he continued; \"but did you see who it was that went with him?\" \n\n\"Nobody went with him,\" replied Dix; \"Alkire rode alone.\" \n\n\"Not alone,\" said Abner; \"there was another.\" \n\n\"I didn't see him,\" said Dix. \n\n\"And yet,\" continued Abner, \"you made Alkire go with him.\" \n\nI saw cunning enter Dix's face. He was puz- zled, but he thought Abner off the scent. \n\n\"And I made Alkire go with somebody, did I? \u2022Well, who was it? Did you see him?\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him.\" \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"He must be a stranger.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner, \"he rode the hills before we came into them.\" \n\n\"Indeed!\" said Dix. \"And what kind of a horse did he ride"}, {"quote": "\"And I made Alkire go with somebody, did I? \u2022Well, who was it? Did you see him?", "context": "\" he continued; \"but did you see who it was that went with him?\" \n\n\"Nobody went with him,\" replied Dix; \"Alkire rode alone.\" \n\n\"Not alone,\" said Abner; \"there was another.\" \n\n\"I didn't see him,\" said Dix. \n\n\"And yet,\" continued Abner, \"you made Alkire go with him.\" \n\nI saw cunning enter Dix's face. He was puz- zled, but he thought Abner off the scent. \n\n\"And I made Alkire go with somebody, did I? \u2022Well, who was it? Did you see him?\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him.\" \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"He must be a stranger.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner, \"he rode the hills before we came into them.\" \n\n\"Indeed!\" said Dix. \"And what kind of a horse did he ride?\" \n\n\"White!\" said Abner. \n\nDix got some inkling of what Abner meant now, and his face grew livid. \n\n\"What are you driving at?\" he cried. \"You sit here beating around the bush. If you know any- thing, say it out; let's hear it. What is it"}, {"quote": "\"Nobody ever saw him.", "context": "\"Alkire rode alone.\" \n\n\"Not alone,\" said Abner; \"there was another.\" \n\n\"I didn't see him,\" said Dix. \n\n\"And yet,\" continued Abner, \"you made Alkire go with him.\" \n\nI saw cunning enter Dix's face. He was puz- zled, but he thought Abner off the scent. \n\n\"And I made Alkire go with somebody, did I? \u2022Well, who was it? Did you see him?\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him.\" \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"He must be a stranger.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner, \"he rode the hills before we came into them.\" \n\n\"Indeed!\" said Dix. \"And what kind of a horse did he ride?\" \n\n\"White!\" said Abner. \n\nDix got some inkling of what Abner meant now, and his face grew livid. \n\n\"What are you driving at?\" he cried. \"You sit here beating around the bush. If you know any- thing, say it out; let's hear it. What is it"}, {"quote": "\"He must be a stranger.", "context": "\"Not alone,\" said Abner; \"there was another.\" \n\n\"I didn't see him,\" said Dix. \n\n\"And yet,\" continued Abner, \"you made Alkire go with him.\" \n\nI saw cunning enter Dix's face. He was puz- zled, but he thought Abner off the scent. \n\n\"And I made Alkire go with somebody, did I? \u2022Well, who was it? Did you see him?\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him.\" \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"He must be a stranger.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner, \"he rode the hills before we came into them.\" \n\n\"Indeed!\" said Dix. \"And what kind of a horse did he ride?\" \n\n\"White!\" said Abner. \n\nDix got some inkling of what Abner meant now, and his face grew livid. \n\n\"What are you driving at?\" he cried. \"You sit here beating around the bush. If you know any- thing, say it out; let's hear it. What is it"}, {"quote": "\"he rode the hills before we came into them.", "context": "\" said Dix. \n\n\"And yet,\" continued Abner, \"you made Alkire go with him.\" \n\nI saw cunning enter Dix's face. He was puz- zled, but he thought Abner off the scent. \n\n\"And I made Alkire go with somebody, did I? \u2022Well, who was it? Did you see him?\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him.\" \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"He must be a stranger.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner, \"he rode the hills before we came into them.\" \n\n\"Indeed!\" said Dix. \"And what kind of a horse did he ride?\" \n\n\"White!\" said Abner. \n\nDix got some inkling of what Abner meant now, and his face grew livid. \n\n\"What are you driving at?\" he cried. \"You sit here beating around the bush. If you know any- thing, say it out; let's hear it. What is it?\" \n\nAbner put out his big sinewy hand as though to thrust Dix back into his chair. "}, {"quote": "\"Indeed!", "context": "\"you made Alkire go with him.\" \n\nI saw cunning enter Dix's face. He was puz- zled, but he thought Abner off the scent. \n\n\"And I made Alkire go with somebody, did I? \u2022Well, who was it? Did you see him?\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him.\" \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"He must be a stranger.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner, \"he rode the hills before we came into them.\" \n\n\"Indeed!\" said Dix. \"And what kind of a horse did he ride?\" \n\n\"White!\" said Abner. \n\nDix got some inkling of what Abner meant now, and his face grew livid. \n\n\"What are you driving at?\" he cried. \"You sit here beating around the bush. If you know any- thing, say it out; let's hear it. What is it?\" \n\nAbner put out his big sinewy hand as though to thrust Dix back into his chair. "}, {"quote": "\"And what kind of a horse did he ride?", "context": "\"you made Alkire go with him.\" \n\nI saw cunning enter Dix's face. He was puz- zled, but he thought Abner off the scent. \n\n\"And I made Alkire go with somebody, did I? \u2022Well, who was it? Did you see him?\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him.\" \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"He must be a stranger.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner, \"he rode the hills before we came into them.\" \n\n\"Indeed!\" said Dix. \"And what kind of a horse did he ride?\" \n\n\"White!\" said Abner. \n\nDix got some inkling of what Abner meant now, and his face grew livid. \n\n\"What are you driving at?\" he cried. \"You sit here beating around the bush. If you know any- thing, say it out; let's hear it. What is it?\" \n\nAbner put out his big sinewy hand as though to thrust Dix back into his chair. \n\n\"Listen!\" he said. \"Two days after that I wanted to get out into the Ten Mile country and I went through your lands; I rode a path through the narrow valley west of your house. At a point on the path where there is an apple tree something caught my eye and I stopped. Five minutes later I knew exactly what had happened under that apple tree. . . . Someone had ridden there; he had stopped under that tree; then something happened and the horse had run away \u2014 I knew that by the tracks of a horse on this path. I knew that the horse had a rider and that it had stopped under this tree, because there was a limb cut from the tree at a certain height. I knew the horse had remained there, because the small twigs of the apple limb had been pared off, and they lay in a heap on the path. I knew that something had frightened the horse and "}, {"quote": "\"What are you driving at?", "context": "\"And I made Alkire go with somebody, did I? \u2022Well, who was it? Did you see him?\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him.\" \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"He must be a stranger.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner, \"he rode the hills before we came into them.\" \n\n\"Indeed!\" said Dix. \"And what kind of a horse did he ride?\" \n\n\"White!\" said Abner. \n\nDix got some inkling of what Abner meant now, and his face grew livid. \n\n\"What are you driving at?\" he cried. \"You sit here beating around the bush. If you know any- thing, say it out; let's hear it. What is it?\" \n\nAbner put out his big sinewy hand as though to thrust Dix back into his chair. \n\n\"Listen!\" he said. \"Two days after that I wanted to get out into the Ten Mile country and I went through your lands; I rode a path through the narrow valley west of your house. At a point on the path where there is an apple tree something caught my eye and I stopped. Five minutes later I knew exactly what had happened under that apple tree. . . . Someone had ridden there; he had stopped under that tree; then something happened and the horse had run away \u2014 I knew that by the tracks of a horse on this path. I knew that the horse had a rider and that it had stopped under this tree, because there was a limb cut from the tree at a certain height. I knew the horse had remained there, because the small twigs of the apple limb had been pared off, and they lay in a heap on the path. I knew that something had frightened the horse and "}, {"quote": "\"You sit here beating around the bush. If you know any- thing, say it out; let's hear it. What is it?", "context": "\"And I made Alkire go with somebody, did I? \u2022Well, who was it? Did you see him?\" \n\n\"Nobody ever saw him.\" \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\n\"He must be a stranger.\" \n\n\"No,\" replied Abner, \"he rode the hills before we came into them.\" \n\n\"Indeed!\" said Dix. \"And what kind of a horse did he ride?\" \n\n\"White!\" said Abner. \n\nDix got some inkling of what Abner meant now, and his face grew livid. \n\n\"What are you driving at?\" he cried. \"You sit here beating around the bush. If you know any- thing, say it out; let's hear it. What is it?\" \n\nAbner put out his big sinewy hand as though to thrust Dix back into his chair. \n\n\"Listen!\" he said. \"Two days after that I wanted to get out into the Ten Mile country and I went through your lands; I rode a path through the narrow valley west of your house. At a point on the path where there is an apple tree something caught my eye and I stopped. Five minutes later I knew exactly what had happened under that apple tree. . . . Someone had ridden there; he had stopped under that tree; then something happened and the horse had run away \u2014 I knew that by the tracks of a horse on this path. I knew that the horse had a rider and that it had stopped under this tree, because there was a limb cut from the tree at a certain height. I knew the horse had remained there, because the small twigs of the apple limb had been pared off, and they lay in a heap on the path. I knew that something had frightened the horse and "}, {"quote": "\"Lord Almighty, man!", "context": "\"Opposite the apple tree the weeds were again crushed as though some animal had lain there. I sat down in that place and drew a line with my eye across a log of the fence to a limb of the apple tree* \n\n.5* \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\nThen I got on my horse and again put him in the tracks of that other horse under the tree ; the imag- inary line passed through the pit of my stomach I ... I am four inches taller than Alkire.\" \n\nIt was then that Dix began to curse. I had seen his face work while Abner was speaking and that spray of sweat had reappeared. But he kept the courage he had got. \n\n\"Lord Almighty, man!\" he cried. \"How pret- tily you sum it up ! We shall presently have Law- yer Abner with his brief. Because my renters have killed a calf; because one of their horses frightened at the blood has bolted, and because they cover the blood with earth so the other horses traveling the path may not do the like; straightway I have shot Alkire out of his saddle. . . \u2022 Man! What a mare's nest! And now, Lawyer Abner, with your neat little conclusions, what did I do with Alkire after I had killed him? Did I cause him to vanish into the air with a smell of sulphur or did I cause the earth to yawn and Alkire to descend into its bowels "}, {"quote": "\"How pret- tily you sum it up ! We shall presently have Law- yer Abner with his brief. Because my renters have killed a calf; because one of their horses frightened at the blood has bolted, and because they cover the blood with earth so the other horses traveling the path may not do the like; straightway I have shot Alkire out of his saddle. . . \u2022 Man! What a mare's nest! And now, Lawyer Abner, with your neat little conclusions, what did I do with Alkire after I had killed him? Did I cause him to vanish into the air with a smell of sulphur or did I cause the earth to yawn and Alkire to descend into its bowels ?", "context": "The Angel of the Lord \n\nThen I got on my horse and again put him in the tracks of that other horse under the tree ; the imag- inary line passed through the pit of my stomach I ... I am four inches taller than Alkire.\" \n\nIt was then that Dix began to curse. I had seen his face work while Abner was speaking and that spray of sweat had reappeared. But he kept the courage he had got. \n\n\"Lord Almighty, man!\" he cried. \"How pret- tily you sum it up ! We shall presently have Law- yer Abner with his brief. Because my renters have killed a calf; because one of their horses frightened at the blood has bolted, and because they cover the blood with earth so the other horses traveling the path may not do the like; straightway I have shot Alkire out of his saddle. . . \u2022 Man! What a mare's nest! And now, Lawyer Abner, with your neat little conclusions, what did I do with Alkire after I had killed him? Did I cause him to vanish into the air with a smell of sulphur or did I cause the earth to yawn and Alkire to descend into its bowels ?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"your words move some- what near the truth.\" \n\n\"Upon my soul,\" cried Dix, \"you compliment me. If I had that trick of magic, believe me, you would be already some distance down.\" \n\nAbner remained a moment silent. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"what does it mean when one finds a plot of earth resodded?\" \n\nUncle 'Abner \n\n\"Is that a riddle?\" cried Dix."}, {"quote": "\"your words move some- what near the truth.", "context": "\"How pret- tily you sum it up ! We shall presently have Law- yer Abner with his brief. Because my renters have killed a calf; because one of their horses frightened at the blood has bolted, and because they cover the blood with earth so the other horses traveling the path may not do the like; straightway I have shot Alkire out of his saddle. . . \u2022 Man! What a mare's nest! And now, Lawyer Abner, with your neat little conclusions, what did I do with Alkire after I had killed him? Did I cause him to vanish into the air with a smell of sulphur or did I cause the earth to yawn and Alkire to descend into its bowels ?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"your words move some- what near the truth.\" \n\n\"Upon my soul,\" cried Dix, \"you compliment me. If I had that trick of magic, believe me, you would be already some distance down.\" \n\nAbner remained a moment silent. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"what does it mean when one finds a plot of earth resodded?\" \n\nUncle 'Abner \n\n\"Is that a riddle?\" cried Dix. \"Well, confound me, if I don't answer it ! You charge me with mur- der and then you fling in this neat conundrum. Now, what could be the answer to that riddle, Abner? If one had done a murder this sod would overlie a grave and Alkire would be in it in his bloody shirt. Do I give the answer"}, {"quote": "\"Upon my soul,", "context": "\"How pret- tily you sum it up ! We shall presently have Law- yer Abner with his brief. Because my renters have killed a calf; because one of their horses frightened at the blood has bolted, and because they cover the blood with earth so the other horses traveling the path may not do the like; straightway I have shot Alkire out of his saddle. . . \u2022 Man! What a mare's nest! And now, Lawyer Abner, with your neat little conclusions, what did I do with Alkire after I had killed him? Did I cause him to vanish into the air with a smell of sulphur or did I cause the earth to yawn and Alkire to descend into its bowels ?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"your words move some- what near the truth.\" \n\n\"Upon my soul,\" cried Dix, \"you compliment me. If I had that trick of magic, believe me, you would be already some distance down.\" \n\nAbner remained a moment silent. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"what does it mean when one finds a plot of earth resodded?\" \n\nUncle 'Abner \n\n\"Is that a riddle?\" cried Dix. \"Well, confound me, if I don't answer it ! You charge me with mur- der and then you fling in this neat conundrum. Now, what could be the answer to that riddle, Abner? If one had done a murder this sod would overlie a grave and Alkire would be in it in his bloody shirt. Do I give the answer"}, {"quote": "\"you compliment me. If I had that trick of magic, believe me, you would be already some distance down.", "context": "\"How pret- tily you sum it up ! We shall presently have Law- yer Abner with his brief. Because my renters have killed a calf; because one of their horses frightened at the blood has bolted, and because they cover the blood with earth so the other horses traveling the path may not do the like; straightway I have shot Alkire out of his saddle. . . \u2022 Man! What a mare's nest! And now, Lawyer Abner, with your neat little conclusions, what did I do with Alkire after I had killed him? Did I cause him to vanish into the air with a smell of sulphur or did I cause the earth to yawn and Alkire to descend into its bowels ?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"your words move some- what near the truth.\" \n\n\"Upon my soul,\" cried Dix, \"you compliment me. If I had that trick of magic, believe me, you would be already some distance down.\" \n\nAbner remained a moment silent. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"what does it mean when one finds a plot of earth resodded?\" \n\nUncle 'Abner \n\n\"Is that a riddle?\" cried Dix. \"Well, confound me, if I don't answer it ! You charge me with mur- der and then you fling in this neat conundrum. Now, what could be the answer to that riddle, Abner? If one had done a murder this sod would overlie a grave and Alkire would be in it in his bloody shirt. Do I give the answer"}, {"quote": "\"what does it mean when one finds a plot of earth resodded?", "context": "\"How pret- tily you sum it up ! We shall presently have Law- yer Abner with his brief. Because my renters have killed a calf; because one of their horses frightened at the blood has bolted, and because they cover the blood with earth so the other horses traveling the path may not do the like; straightway I have shot Alkire out of his saddle. . . \u2022 Man! What a mare's nest! And now, Lawyer Abner, with your neat little conclusions, what did I do with Alkire after I had killed him? Did I cause him to vanish into the air with a smell of sulphur or did I cause the earth to yawn and Alkire to descend into its bowels ?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"your words move some- what near the truth.\" \n\n\"Upon my soul,\" cried Dix, \"you compliment me. If I had that trick of magic, believe me, you would be already some distance down.\" \n\nAbner remained a moment silent. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"what does it mean when one finds a plot of earth resodded?\" \n\nUncle 'Abner \n\n\"Is that a riddle?\" cried Dix. \"Well, confound me, if I don't answer it ! You charge me with mur- der and then you fling in this neat conundrum. Now, what could be the answer to that riddle, Abner? If one had done a murder this sod would overlie a grave and Alkire would be in it in his bloody shirt. Do I give the answer?\" \n\n\"You do not,\" replied Abner. "}, {"quote": "\"Well, confound me, if I don't answer it ! You charge me with mur- der and then you fling in this neat conundrum. Now, what could be the answer to that riddle, Abner? If one had done a murder this sod would overlie a grave and Alkire would be in it in his bloody shirt. Do I give the answer?", "context": "\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"your words move some- what near the truth.\" \n\n\"Upon my soul,\" cried Dix, \"you compliment me. If I had that trick of magic, believe me, you would be already some distance down.\" \n\nAbner remained a moment silent. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"what does it mean when one finds a plot of earth resodded?\" \n\nUncle 'Abner \n\n\"Is that a riddle?\" cried Dix. \"Well, confound me, if I don't answer it ! You charge me with mur- der and then you fling in this neat conundrum. Now, what could be the answer to that riddle, Abner? If one had done a murder this sod would overlie a grave and Alkire would be in it in his bloody shirt. Do I give the answer?\" \n\n\"You do not,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"No!\" cried Dix. \"Your sodded plot no grave, and Alkire not within it waiting for the trump of Gabriel ! Why, man, where are your little damned conclusions?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"you do not deceive me in the least; Alkire is not sleeping in a grave.\" \n\n\"Then in the air,\" sneered Dix, \"with a smell of sulphur?\" \n\n\"Nor in the air"}, {"quote": "\"Your sodded plot no grave, and Alkire not within it waiting for the trump of Gabriel ! Why, man, where are your little damned conclusions?", "context": "\"Is that a riddle?\" cried Dix. \"Well, confound me, if I don't answer it ! You charge me with mur- der and then you fling in this neat conundrum. Now, what could be the answer to that riddle, Abner? If one had done a murder this sod would overlie a grave and Alkire would be in it in his bloody shirt. Do I give the answer?\" \n\n\"You do not,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"No!\" cried Dix. \"Your sodded plot no grave, and Alkire not within it waiting for the trump of Gabriel ! Why, man, where are your little damned conclusions?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"you do not deceive me in the least; Alkire is not sleeping in a grave.\" \n\n\"Then in the air,\" sneered Dix, \"with a smell of sulphur?\" \n\n\"Nor in the air,\" said Abner. \n\n\"Then consumed with fire, like the priests of Baal?\" \n\n\"Nor with fire,\" said Abner. \n\nDix had got back the quiet of his face ; this ban- ter had put him where he was when Abner entered."}, {"quote": "\"you do not deceive me in the least; Alkire is not sleeping in a grave.", "context": "\"Well, confound me, if I don't answer it ! You charge me with mur- der and then you fling in this neat conundrum. Now, what could be the answer to that riddle, Abner? If one had done a murder this sod would overlie a grave and Alkire would be in it in his bloody shirt. Do I give the answer?\" \n\n\"You do not,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"No!\" cried Dix. \"Your sodded plot no grave, and Alkire not within it waiting for the trump of Gabriel ! Why, man, where are your little damned conclusions?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"you do not deceive me in the least; Alkire is not sleeping in a grave.\" \n\n\"Then in the air,\" sneered Dix, \"with a smell of sulphur?\" \n\n\"Nor in the air,\" said Abner. \n\n\"Then consumed with fire, like the priests of Baal?\" \n\n\"Nor with fire,\" said Abner. \n\nDix had got back the quiet of his face ; this ban- ter had put him where he was when Abner entered. \"This is *11 fools' talk,\" he said; \"if I had killed Alkire, what could I have done with the body? And the horse ! What could I have done with the horse ? Remember, no man has ever seen Alkire's horse any more than he has seen Alkire \u2014 and for the reason that Alkire rode him out of the hills that night. Now, look here, Abner, you have asked me a good many questions. I will ask you one. Among your "}, {"quote": "\"Then in the air,", "context": "\"Well, confound me, if I don't answer it ! You charge me with mur- der and then you fling in this neat conundrum. Now, what could be the answer to that riddle, Abner? If one had done a murder this sod would overlie a grave and Alkire would be in it in his bloody shirt. Do I give the answer?\" \n\n\"You do not,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"No!\" cried Dix. \"Your sodded plot no grave, and Alkire not within it waiting for the trump of Gabriel ! Why, man, where are your little damned conclusions?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"you do not deceive me in the least; Alkire is not sleeping in a grave.\" \n\n\"Then in the air,\" sneered Dix, \"with a smell of sulphur?\" \n\n\"Nor in the air,\" said Abner. \n\n\"Then consumed with fire, like the priests of Baal?\" \n\n\"Nor with fire,\" said Abner. \n\nDix had got back the quiet of his face ; this ban- ter had put him where he was when Abner entered. \"This is *11 fools' talk,\" he said; \"if I had killed Alkire, what could I have done with the body? And the horse ! What could I have done with the horse ? Remember, no man has ever seen Alkire's horse any more than he has seen Alkire \u2014 and for the reason that Alkire rode him out of the hills that night. Now, look here, Abner, you have asked me a good many questions. I will ask you one. Among your "}, {"quote": "\"with a smell of sulphur?", "context": "\"Well, confound me, if I don't answer it ! You charge me with mur- der and then you fling in this neat conundrum. Now, what could be the answer to that riddle, Abner? If one had done a murder this sod would overlie a grave and Alkire would be in it in his bloody shirt. Do I give the answer?\" \n\n\"You do not,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"No!\" cried Dix. \"Your sodded plot no grave, and Alkire not within it waiting for the trump of Gabriel ! Why, man, where are your little damned conclusions?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"you do not deceive me in the least; Alkire is not sleeping in a grave.\" \n\n\"Then in the air,\" sneered Dix, \"with a smell of sulphur?\" \n\n\"Nor in the air,\" said Abner. \n\n\"Then consumed with fire, like the priests of Baal?\" \n\n\"Nor with fire,\" said Abner. \n\nDix had got back the quiet of his face ; this ban- ter had put him where he was when Abner entered. \"This is *11 fools' talk,\" he said; \"if I had killed Alkire, what could I have done with the body? And the horse ! What could I have done with the horse ? Remember, no man has ever seen Alkire's horse any more than he has seen Alkire \u2014 and for the reason that Alkire rode him out of the hills that night. Now, look here, Abner, you have asked me a good many questions. I will ask you one. Among your "}, {"quote": "\"Nor in the air,", "context": "\"Well, confound me, if I don't answer it ! You charge me with mur- der and then you fling in this neat conundrum. Now, what could be the answer to that riddle, Abner? If one had done a murder this sod would overlie a grave and Alkire would be in it in his bloody shirt. Do I give the answer?\" \n\n\"You do not,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"No!\" cried Dix. \"Your sodded plot no grave, and Alkire not within it waiting for the trump of Gabriel ! Why, man, where are your little damned conclusions?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"you do not deceive me in the least; Alkire is not sleeping in a grave.\" \n\n\"Then in the air,\" sneered Dix, \"with a smell of sulphur?\" \n\n\"Nor in the air,\" said Abner. \n\n\"Then consumed with fire, like the priests of Baal?\" \n\n\"Nor with fire,\" said Abner. \n\nDix had got back the quiet of his face ; this ban- ter had put him where he was when Abner entered. \"This is *11 fools' talk,\" he said; \"if I had killed Alkire, what could I have done with the body? And the horse ! What could I have done with the horse ? Remember, no man has ever seen Alkire's horse any more than he has seen Alkire \u2014 and for the reason that Alkire rode him out of the hills that night. Now, look here, Abner, you have asked me a good many questions. I will ask you one. Among your "}, {"quote": "\"Then consumed with fire, like the priests of Baal?", "context": "\"You do not,\" replied Abner. \n\n\"No!\" cried Dix. \"Your sodded plot no grave, and Alkire not within it waiting for the trump of Gabriel ! Why, man, where are your little damned conclusions?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"you do not deceive me in the least; Alkire is not sleeping in a grave.\" \n\n\"Then in the air,\" sneered Dix, \"with a smell of sulphur?\" \n\n\"Nor in the air,\" said Abner. \n\n\"Then consumed with fire, like the priests of Baal?\" \n\n\"Nor with fire,\" said Abner. \n\nDix had got back the quiet of his face ; this ban- ter had put him where he was when Abner entered. \"This is *11 fools' talk,\" he said; \"if I had killed Alkire, what could I have done with the body? And the horse ! What could I have done with the horse ? Remember, no man has ever seen Alkire's horse any more than he has seen Alkire \u2014 and for the reason that Alkire rode him out of the hills that night. Now, look here, Abner, you have asked me a good many questions. I will ask you one. Among your "}, {"quote": "\"Nor with fire,", "context": "\"Your sodded plot no grave, and Alkire not within it waiting for the trump of Gabriel ! Why, man, where are your little damned conclusions?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"you do not deceive me in the least; Alkire is not sleeping in a grave.\" \n\n\"Then in the air,\" sneered Dix, \"with a smell of sulphur?\" \n\n\"Nor in the air,\" said Abner. \n\n\"Then consumed with fire, like the priests of Baal?\" \n\n\"Nor with fire,\" said Abner. \n\nDix had got back the quiet of his face ; this ban- ter had put him where he was when Abner entered. \"This is *11 fools' talk,\" he said; \"if I had killed Alkire, what could I have done with the body? And the horse ! What could I have done with the horse ? Remember, no man has ever seen Alkire's horse any more than he has seen Alkire \u2014 and for the reason that Alkire rode him out of the hills that night. Now, look here, Abner, you have asked me a good many questions. I will ask you one. Among your "}, {"quote": "\"This is *11 fools' talk,", "context": "\"you do not deceive me in the least; Alkire is not sleeping in a grave.\" \n\n\"Then in the air,\" sneered Dix, \"with a smell of sulphur?\" \n\n\"Nor in the air,\" said Abner. \n\n\"Then consumed with fire, like the priests of Baal?\" \n\n\"Nor with fire,\" said Abner. \n\nDix had got back the quiet of his face ; this ban- ter had put him where he was when Abner entered. \"This is *11 fools' talk,\" he said; \"if I had killed Alkire, what could I have done with the body? And the horse ! What could I have done with the horse ? Remember, no man has ever seen Alkire's horse any more than he has seen Alkire \u2014 and for the reason that Alkire rode him out of the hills that night. Now, look here, Abner, you have asked me a good many questions. I will ask you one. Among your \n\nThe Angel of the Lord "}, {"quote": "\"I will answer that upon my own belief you had no accomplice.", "context": "\" he said; \"if I had killed Alkire, what could I have done with the body? And the horse ! What could I have done with the horse ? Remember, no man has ever seen Alkire's horse any more than he has seen Alkire \u2014 and for the reason that Alkire rode him out of the hills that night. Now, look here, Abner, you have asked me a good many questions. I will ask you one. Among your \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\nlittle conclusions do you find that I did this thing alone or with the aid of others?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"I will answer that upon my own belief you had no accomplice.\" \n\n\"Then,\" said Dix, \"how could I have carried off the horse? Alkire I might carry; but his horse weighed thirteen hundred pounds!\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"no man helped you do this thing; but there were men who helped you to con- ceal it.\" \n\n\"And now,\" cried Dix, \"the man is going mad! Who could I trust with such work, I ask you? Have I a renter that would not tell it when he moved on tq another's land, or when he got a quart of cider in him? Where are the men who helped me"}, {"quote": "\"how could I have carried off the horse? Alkire I might carry; but his horse weighed thirteen hundred pounds!", "context": "\" he said; \"if I had killed Alkire, what could I have done with the body? And the horse ! What could I have done with the horse ? Remember, no man has ever seen Alkire's horse any more than he has seen Alkire \u2014 and for the reason that Alkire rode him out of the hills that night. Now, look here, Abner, you have asked me a good many questions. I will ask you one. Among your \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\nlittle conclusions do you find that I did this thing alone or with the aid of others?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"I will answer that upon my own belief you had no accomplice.\" \n\n\"Then,\" said Dix, \"how could I have carried off the horse? Alkire I might carry; but his horse weighed thirteen hundred pounds!\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"no man helped you do this thing; but there were men who helped you to con- ceal it.\" \n\n\"And now,\" cried Dix, \"the man is going mad! Who could I trust with such work, I ask you? Have I a renter that would not tell it when he moved on tq another's land, or when he got a quart of cider in him? Where are the men who helped me?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner,"}, {"quote": "\"no man helped you do this thing; but there were men who helped you to con- ceal it.", "context": "\" he said; \"if I had killed Alkire, what could I have done with the body? And the horse ! What could I have done with the horse ? Remember, no man has ever seen Alkire's horse any more than he has seen Alkire \u2014 and for the reason that Alkire rode him out of the hills that night. Now, look here, Abner, you have asked me a good many questions. I will ask you one. Among your \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\nlittle conclusions do you find that I did this thing alone or with the aid of others?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"I will answer that upon my own belief you had no accomplice.\" \n\n\"Then,\" said Dix, \"how could I have carried off the horse? Alkire I might carry; but his horse weighed thirteen hundred pounds!\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"no man helped you do this thing; but there were men who helped you to con- ceal it.\" \n\n\"And now,\" cried Dix, \"the man is going mad! Who could I trust with such work, I ask you? Have I a renter that would not tell it when he moved on tq another's land, or when he got a quart of cider in him? Where are the men who helped me?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"they have been dead these fifty years.\" \n\nI heard Dix laugh then, and his evil face lighted as though a candle were behind it. And, in truth, I thought he had got Abner silenced. "}, {"quote": "\"the man is going mad! Who could I trust with such work, I ask you? Have I a renter that would not tell it when he moved on tq another's land, or when he got a quart of cider in him? Where are the men who helped me?", "context": "little conclusions do you find that I did this thing alone or with the aid of others?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" replied Abner, \"I will answer that upon my own belief you had no accomplice.\" \n\n\"Then,\" said Dix, \"how could I have carried off the horse? Alkire I might carry; but his horse weighed thirteen hundred pounds!\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"no man helped you do this thing; but there were men who helped you to con- ceal it.\" \n\n\"And now,\" cried Dix, \"the man is going mad! Who could I trust with such work, I ask you? Have I a renter that would not tell it when he moved on tq another's land, or when he got a quart of cider in him? Where are the men who helped me?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"they have been dead these fifty years.\" \n\nI heard Dix laugh then, and his evil face lighted as though a candle were behind it. And, in truth, I thought he had got Abner silenced. \n\n\"In the name of Heaven!\" he cried. \"With such proofs it is a wonder that you did not have me hanged.\" \n\n\"And hanged you should have been,\" said Abner. \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"go and tell the sheriff, and mind you lay before him those little, neat conclu- sions : How from a horse track and the place where a calf was butchered you have reasoned on Allure's murder, and to conceal the body and the horse you have reasoned on the aid of men who were rotting "}, {"quote": "\"they have been dead these fifty years.", "context": "\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"no man helped you do this thing; but there were men who helped you to con- ceal it.\" \n\n\"And now,\" cried Dix, \"the man is going mad! Who could I trust with such work, I ask you? Have I a renter that would not tell it when he moved on tq another's land, or when he got a quart of cider in him? Where are the men who helped me?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"they have been dead these fifty years.\" \n\nI heard Dix laugh then, and his evil face lighted as though a candle were behind it. And, in truth, I thought he had got Abner silenced. \n\n\"In the name of Heaven!\" he cried. \"With such proofs it is a wonder that you did not have me hanged.\" \n\n\"And hanged you should have been,\" said Abner. \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"go and tell the sheriff, and mind you lay before him those little, neat conclu- sions : How from a horse track and the place where a calf was butchered you have reasoned on Allure's murder, and to conceal the body and the horse you have reasoned on the aid of men who were rotting "}, {"quote": "\"In the name of Heaven!", "context": "\"the man is going mad! Who could I trust with such work, I ask you? Have I a renter that would not tell it when he moved on tq another's land, or when he got a quart of cider in him? Where are the men who helped me?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"they have been dead these fifty years.\" \n\nI heard Dix laugh then, and his evil face lighted as though a candle were behind it. And, in truth, I thought he had got Abner silenced. \n\n\"In the name of Heaven!\" he cried. \"With such proofs it is a wonder that you did not have me hanged.\" \n\n\"And hanged you should have been,\" said Abner. \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"go and tell the sheriff, and mind you lay before him those little, neat conclu- sions : How from a horse track and the place where a calf was butchered you have reasoned on Allure's murder, and to conceal the body and the horse you have reasoned on the aid of men who were rotting "}, {"quote": "\"With such proofs it is a wonder that you did not have me hanged.", "context": "\"the man is going mad! Who could I trust with such work, I ask you? Have I a renter that would not tell it when he moved on tq another's land, or when he got a quart of cider in him? Where are the men who helped me?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"they have been dead these fifty years.\" \n\nI heard Dix laugh then, and his evil face lighted as though a candle were behind it. And, in truth, I thought he had got Abner silenced. \n\n\"In the name of Heaven!\" he cried. \"With such proofs it is a wonder that you did not have me hanged.\" \n\n\"And hanged you should have been,\" said Abner. \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"go and tell the sheriff, and mind you lay before him those little, neat conclu- sions : How from a horse track and the place where a calf was butchered you have reasoned on Allure's murder, and to conceal the body and the horse you have reasoned on the aid of men who were rotting \n\nUncle Abner \n\nin their graves when I was born ; and see how he will receive you!\" "}, {"quote": "\"And hanged you should have been,", "context": "\"the man is going mad! Who could I trust with such work, I ask you? Have I a renter that would not tell it when he moved on tq another's land, or when he got a quart of cider in him? Where are the men who helped me?\" \n\n\"Dix,\" said Abner, \"they have been dead these fifty years.\" \n\nI heard Dix laugh then, and his evil face lighted as though a candle were behind it. And, in truth, I thought he had got Abner silenced. \n\n\"In the name of Heaven!\" he cried. \"With such proofs it is a wonder that you did not have me hanged.\" \n\n\"And hanged you should have been,\" said Abner. \n\n\"Well,\" cried Dix, \"go and tell the sheriff, and mind you lay before him those little, neat conclu- sions : How from a horse track and the place where a calf was butchered you have reasoned on Allure's murder, and to conceal the body and the horse you have reasoned on the aid of men who were rotting \n\nUncle Abner \n\nin their graves when I was born ; and see how he will receive you!\" \n\nAbner gave no attention to the man's flippant speech. He got his great silver watch out of his pocket, pressed the stem and looked. Then he spoke in his deep, even voice. "}, {"quote": "\"It was clever of you, Dix, to resod the ground; that took only a little time and it effectually con- cealed the place where you had killed the horse; but it was foolish of you to forget that the broken moss around the edges of the great flat stone could not be mended.", "context": "chard where there had once been a house. The work about that house had been done a hundred years. It was rotted down now. You had opened this orchard into the pasture. I rode all over the face of this hill and finally I entered this orchard. There was a great, flat, moss-covered stone lying a few steps from where the house had stood. As I looked I noticed that the moss growing from it into the earth had been broken along the edges of the stone, and then I noticed that for a few feet about the stone the ground had been resodded. I got down and lifted up some of this new sod. Under it the earth had been soaked with that . . . red paint. \n\n\"It was clever of you, Dix, to resod the ground; that took only a little time and it effectually con- cealed the place where you had killed the horse; but it was foolish of you to forget that the broken moss around the edges of the great flat stone could not be mended.\" \n\n\"Abner!\" cried Dix. \"Stop!\" And I saw that spray of sweat, and his face working like kneaded bread, and the shiver of that abominable chill on him. \n\nAbner was silent for a moment and then he went on, but from another quarter. \n\n\"Twice,\" said Abner, \"the Angel of the Lord stood before me and I did not know it; but the third time I knew it. It is not in the cry of the wind, nor in the voice of many waters that His presence is "}, {"quote": "\"you robbed the grazers; you shot Alkire out of his saddle ; and a child you would have murdered 1", "context": "The log that Abner had thrown on was burned down, and the fire was again a mass of embers; the room was filled with that dull red light. Dix had got on to his feet, and he stood now twisting before the fire, his hands reaching out to it, and that cold creeping in his bones, and the smell of the fire on him. \n\nAbner rose. And when he spoke his voice was like a thing that has dimensions and weight. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"you robbed the grazers; you shot Alkire out of his saddle ; and a child you would have murdered 1\" \n\nAnd I saw the sleeve of Abner's coat begin to move, then it stopped. He stood staring at some- thing against the wall. I looked to see what the thing was, but I did not see it. Abner was looking beyond the wall, as though it had been moved away. \n\nAnd all the time Dix had been shaking with that hellish cold, and twisting on the hearth and crowding into the fire. Then he fell back, and he was the Dix I knew \u2014 his face was slack; his eye was fur- tive; and he was full of terror. "}, {"quote": "\"Alkire was a just man; he sleeps as peacefully in that abandoned well under his horse as he would sleep in the churchyard My hand has been held back; you may go. Vengeance is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord.", "context": "And all the time Dix had been shaking with that hellish cold, and twisting on the hearth and crowding into the fire. Then he fell back, and he was the Dix I knew \u2014 his face was slack; his eye was fur- tive; and he was full of terror. \n\nIt was his weak whine that awakened Abner. He put up his hand and brought the fingers hard down \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\nover his face, and then he looked at this new crea- ture, cringing and beset with fears. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"Alkire was a just man; he sleeps as peacefully in that abandoned well under his horse as he would sleep in the churchyard My hand has been held back; you may go. Vengeance is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord.\" \n\n\"But where shall I go, Abner?\" the creature wailed; \"I have no money and I am cold.\" \n\nAbner took out his leather wallet and flung it toward the door. \n\n\"There is money,\" he said \u2014 \"a hundred dollars \u2014 and there is my coat. Go ! But if I find you in the hills to-morrow, or if I ever find you, I warn you in the name of the living God that I will stamp you out of life!\" "}, {"quote": "\"But where shall I go, Abner?", "context": "It was his weak whine that awakened Abner. He put up his hand and brought the fingers hard down \n\nThe Angel of the Lord \n\nover his face, and then he looked at this new crea- ture, cringing and beset with fears. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"Alkire was a just man; he sleeps as peacefully in that abandoned well under his horse as he would sleep in the churchyard My hand has been held back; you may go. Vengeance is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord.\" \n\n\"But where shall I go, Abner?\" the creature wailed; \"I have no money and I am cold.\" \n\nAbner took out his leather wallet and flung it toward the door. \n\n\"There is money,\" he said \u2014 \"a hundred dollars \u2014 and there is my coat. Go ! But if I find you in the hills to-morrow, or if I ever find you, I warn you in the name of the living God that I will stamp you out of life!\" \n\nI saw the loathsome thing writhe into Abner's coat and seize the wallet and slip out through the door; and a moment later I heard a horse. And I crept back on to Roy's heifer skin. "}, {"quote": "\"I have no money and I am cold.", "context": "over his face, and then he looked at this new crea- ture, cringing and beset with fears. \n\n\"Dix,\" he said, \"Alkire was a just man; he sleeps as peacefully in that abandoned well under his horse as he would sleep in the churchyard My hand has been held back; you may go. Vengeance is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord.\" \n\n\"But where shall I go, Abner?\" the creature wailed; \"I have no money and I am cold.\" \n\nAbner took out his leather wallet and flung it toward the door. \n\n\"There is money,\" he said \u2014 \"a hundred dollars \u2014 and there is my coat. Go ! But if I find you in the hills to-morrow, or if I ever find you, I warn you in the name of the living God that I will stamp you out of life!\" \n\nI saw the loathsome thing writhe into Abner's coat and seize the wallet and slip out through the door; and a moment later I heard a horse. And I crept back on to Roy's heifer skin. "}, {"quote": "\"a hundred dollars \u2014 and there is my coat. Go ! But if I find you in the hills to-morrow, or if I ever find you, I warn you in the name of the living God that I will stamp you out of life!", "context": "\"Alkire was a just man; he sleeps as peacefully in that abandoned well under his horse as he would sleep in the churchyard My hand has been held back; you may go. Vengeance is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord.\" \n\n\"But where shall I go, Abner?\" the creature wailed; \"I have no money and I am cold.\" \n\nAbner took out his leather wallet and flung it toward the door. \n\n\"There is money,\" he said \u2014 \"a hundred dollars \u2014 and there is my coat. Go ! But if I find you in the hills to-morrow, or if I ever find you, I warn you in the name of the living God that I will stamp you out of life!\" \n\nI saw the loathsome thing writhe into Abner's coat and seize the wallet and slip out through the door; and a moment later I heard a horse. And I crept back on to Roy's heifer skin. \n\nWhen I came down at daylight my Uncle Abner was reading by the fire. \n\nChapter IV: An Act of God \n\nIT was the last day of the County Fair, and I stood beside my Uncle Abner, on the edge of the crowd, watching the performance of a mountebank. "}, {"quote": "\"We've secured everything we wanted,", "context": "The energy of Doctor Gys was marvelous. He knew exactly what supplies would be needed to fit the Arabella thoroughly for her important mission, and with unlimited funds at his command to foot the bills, he quickly converted the handsome yacht into a model hospital ship. Gys from the first developed a liking for Kelsey, the mate, whom he found a valuable assistant, and the two came to understand each other perfectly. Kelsey was a quiet man, more thoughtful than experienced in medical matters, but his common sense often guided him aright when his technical knowledge was at fault.\n\nCaptain Carg accepted the novel conditions thrust upon him, without a word of protest. He might secretly resent the uses to which his ship was being put, but his young master's commands were law and his duty was to obey. The same feeling prevailed among the other members of the crew, all of whom were Sangoans.\n\nIn three days Jones and Maud Stanton returned from Washington. They were jubilant over their success.\n\n\"We've secured everything we wanted,\" the boy told Uncle John, Beth and Patsy, with evident enthusiasm. \"Not only have we the full sanction of the American Red Cross Society, but I have letters to the different branches in the war zone, asking for us every consideration. Not only that, but your senator proved himself a brick. What do you think? Here's a letter from our secretary of state -- another from the French charge d'affairs -- half a dozen from prominent ambassadors of other countries! We've a free field in all Europe, practically, that will enable us to work to the best advantage.\""}, {"quote": "\"Not only have we the full sanction of the American Red Cross Society, but I have letters to the different branches in the war zone, asking for us every consideration. Not only that, but your senator proved himself a brick. What do you think? Here's a letter from our secretary of state -- another from the French charge d'affairs -- half a dozen from prominent ambassadors of other countries! We've a free field in all Europe, practically, that will enable us to work to the best advantage.\"", "context": "Captain Carg accepted the novel conditions thrust upon him, without a word of protest. He might secretly resent the uses to which his ship was being put, but his young master's commands were law and his duty was to obey. The same feeling prevailed among the other members of the crew, all of whom were Sangoans.\n\nIn three days Jones and Maud Stanton returned from Washington. They were jubilant over their success.\n\n\"We've secured everything we wanted,\" the boy told Uncle John, Beth and Patsy, with evident enthusiasm. \"Not only have we the full sanction of the American Red Cross Society, but I have letters to the different branches in the war zone, asking for us every consideration. Not only that, but your senator proved himself a brick. What do you think? Here's a letter from our secretary of state -- another from the French charge d'affairs -- half a dozen from prominent ambassadors of other countries! We've a free field in all Europe, practically, that will enable us to work to the best advantage.\"\n\n\"It's wonderful!\" cried Patsy.\n\n\"Mr. Merrick is so well known as a philanthropist that his name was a magic talisman for us,\" said Maud. \"Moreover, our enterprise commands the sympathy of everyone. We had numerous offers of financial assistance, too.\"\n\n\"I hope you didn't accept them,\" said Uncle John nervously.\n\n\"No,\" answered the boy, \"I claimed this expedition to be our private and individual property. We can now do as we please, being under no obligations to any but ourselves.\""}, {"quote": "\"It's wonderful!", "context": "\"Not only have we the full sanction of the American Red Cross Society, but I have letters to the different branches in the war zone, asking for us every consideration. Not only that, but your senator proved himself a brick. What do you think? Here's a letter from our secretary of state -- another from the French charge d'affairs -- half a dozen from prominent ambassadors of other countries! We've a free field in all Europe, practically, that will enable us to work to the best advantage.\"\n\n\"It's wonderful!\" cried Patsy.\n\n\"Mr. Merrick is so well known as a philanthropist that his name was a magic talisman for us,\" said Maud. \"Moreover, our enterprise commands the sympathy of everyone. We had numerous offers of financial assistance, too.\"\n\n\"I hope you didn't accept them,\" said Uncle John nervously.\n\n\"No,\" answered the boy, \"I claimed this expedition to be our private and individual property. We can now do as we please, being under no obligations to any but ourselves.\""}, {"quote": "\"Mr. Merrick is so well known as a philanthropist that his name was a magic talisman for us,", "context": "\"Not only have we the full sanction of the American Red Cross Society, but I have letters to the different branches in the war zone, asking for us every consideration. Not only that, but your senator proved himself a brick. What do you think? Here's a letter from our secretary of state -- another from the French charge d'affairs -- half a dozen from prominent ambassadors of other countries! We've a free field in all Europe, practically, that will enable us to work to the best advantage.\"\n\n\"It's wonderful!\" cried Patsy.\n\n\"Mr. Merrick is so well known as a philanthropist that his name was a magic talisman for us,\" said Maud. \"Moreover, our enterprise commands the sympathy of everyone. We had numerous offers of financial assistance, too.\"\n\n\"I hope you didn't accept them,\" said Uncle John nervously.\n\n\"No,\" answered the boy, \"I claimed this expedition to be our private and individual property. We can now do as we please, being under no obligations to any but ourselves.\"\n\n\"That's right,\" said Uncle John. \"We don't want to be hampered by the necessity of advising with others.\"\n\n\"By the way, have you found a doctor?\""}, {"quote": "\"Moreover, our enterprise commands the sympathy of everyone. We had numerous offers of financial assistance, too.\"", "context": "\"Not only have we the full sanction of the American Red Cross Society, but I have letters to the different branches in the war zone, asking for us every consideration. Not only that, but your senator proved himself a brick. What do you think? Here's a letter from our secretary of state -- another from the French charge d'affairs -- half a dozen from prominent ambassadors of other countries! We've a free field in all Europe, practically, that will enable us to work to the best advantage.\"\n\n\"It's wonderful!\" cried Patsy.\n\n\"Mr. Merrick is so well known as a philanthropist that his name was a magic talisman for us,\" said Maud. \"Moreover, our enterprise commands the sympathy of everyone. We had numerous offers of financial assistance, too.\"\n\n\"I hope you didn't accept them,\" said Uncle John nervously.\n\n\"No,\" answered the boy, \"I claimed this expedition to be our private and individual property. We can now do as we please, being under no obligations to any but ourselves.\"\n\n\"That's right,\" said Uncle John. \"We don't want to be hampered by the necessity of advising with others.\"\n\n\"By the way, have you found a doctor?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"A good one?\" asked Maud quickly.\n\n\"Highly recommended, but homely as a rail fence"}, {"quote": "\"I hope you didn't accept them,", "context": "\"Not only have we the full sanction of the American Red Cross Society, but I have letters to the different branches in the war zone, asking for us every consideration. Not only that, but your senator proved himself a brick. What do you think? Here's a letter from our secretary of state -- another from the French charge d'affairs -- half a dozen from prominent ambassadors of other countries! We've a free field in all Europe, practically, that will enable us to work to the best advantage.\"\n\n\"It's wonderful!\" cried Patsy.\n\n\"Mr. Merrick is so well known as a philanthropist that his name was a magic talisman for us,\" said Maud. \"Moreover, our enterprise commands the sympathy of everyone. We had numerous offers of financial assistance, too.\"\n\n\"I hope you didn't accept them,\" said Uncle John nervously.\n\n\"No,\" answered the boy, \"I claimed this expedition to be our private and individual property. We can now do as we please, being under no obligations to any but ourselves.\"\n\n\"That's right,\" said Uncle John. \"We don't want to be hampered by the necessity of advising with others.\"\n\n\"By the way, have you found a doctor?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"A good one?\" asked Maud quickly.\n\n\"Highly recommended, but homely as a rail fence"}, {"quote": "\"I claimed this expedition to be our private and individual property. We can now do as we please, being under no obligations to any but ourselves.\"", "context": "\"Not only have we the full sanction of the American Red Cross Society, but I have letters to the different branches in the war zone, asking for us every consideration. Not only that, but your senator proved himself a brick. What do you think? Here's a letter from our secretary of state -- another from the French charge d'affairs -- half a dozen from prominent ambassadors of other countries! We've a free field in all Europe, practically, that will enable us to work to the best advantage.\"\n\n\"It's wonderful!\" cried Patsy.\n\n\"Mr. Merrick is so well known as a philanthropist that his name was a magic talisman for us,\" said Maud. \"Moreover, our enterprise commands the sympathy of everyone. We had numerous offers of financial assistance, too.\"\n\n\"I hope you didn't accept them,\" said Uncle John nervously.\n\n\"No,\" answered the boy, \"I claimed this expedition to be our private and individual property. We can now do as we please, being under no obligations to any but ourselves.\"\n\n\"That's right,\" said Uncle John. \"We don't want to be hampered by the necessity of advising with others.\"\n\n\"By the way, have you found a doctor?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"A good one?\" asked Maud quickly.\n\n\"Highly recommended, but homely as a rail fence,\" continued Patsy, as her uncle hesitated.\n\n\"That's nothing,\" said Ajo lightly.\n\n\"Nothing, eh? Well, wait till you see him,\" she replied. \"You'll never look Doctor Gys in the face more than once, I assure you. After that, you'll be glad to keep your eyes on his vest buttons.\""}, {"quote": "\"We don't want to be hampered by the necessity of advising with others.\"", "context": "\"Mr. Merrick is so well known as a philanthropist that his name was a magic talisman for us,\" said Maud. \"Moreover, our enterprise commands the sympathy of everyone. We had numerous offers of financial assistance, too.\"\n\n\"I hope you didn't accept them,\" said Uncle John nervously.\n\n\"No,\" answered the boy, \"I claimed this expedition to be our private and individual property. We can now do as we please, being under no obligations to any but ourselves.\"\n\n\"That's right,\" said Uncle John. \"We don't want to be hampered by the necessity of advising with others.\"\n\n\"By the way, have you found a doctor?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"A good one?\" asked Maud quickly.\n\n\"Highly recommended, but homely as a rail fence,\" continued Patsy, as her uncle hesitated.\n\n\"That's nothing,\" said Ajo lightly.\n\n\"Nothing, eh? Well, wait till you see him,\" she replied. \"You'll never look Doctor Gys in the face more than once, I assure you. After that, you'll be glad to keep your eyes on his vest buttons.\""}, {"quote": "\"By the way, have you found a doctor?\"", "context": "\" said Maud. \"Moreover, our enterprise commands the sympathy of everyone. We had numerous offers of financial assistance, too.\"\n\n\"I hope you didn't accept them,\" said Uncle John nervously.\n\n\"No,\" answered the boy, \"I claimed this expedition to be our private and individual property. We can now do as we please, being under no obligations to any but ourselves.\"\n\n\"That's right,\" said Uncle John. \"We don't want to be hampered by the necessity of advising with others.\"\n\n\"By the way, have you found a doctor?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"A good one?\" asked Maud quickly.\n\n\"Highly recommended, but homely as a rail fence,\" continued Patsy, as her uncle hesitated.\n\n\"That's nothing,\" said Ajo lightly.\n\n\"Nothing, eh? Well, wait till you see him,\" she replied. \"You'll never look Doctor Gys in the face more than once, I assure you. After that, you'll be glad to keep your eyes on his vest buttons.\"\n\n\"I like him immensely, though"}, {"quote": "\"Highly recommended, but homely as a rail fence,", "context": "\"Moreover, our enterprise commands the sympathy of everyone. We had numerous offers of financial assistance, too.\"\n\n\"I hope you didn't accept them,\" said Uncle John nervously.\n\n\"No,\" answered the boy, \"I claimed this expedition to be our private and individual property. We can now do as we please, being under no obligations to any but ourselves.\"\n\n\"That's right,\" said Uncle John. \"We don't want to be hampered by the necessity of advising with others.\"\n\n\"By the way, have you found a doctor?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"A good one?\" asked Maud quickly.\n\n\"Highly recommended, but homely as a rail fence,\" continued Patsy, as her uncle hesitated.\n\n\"That's nothing,\" said Ajo lightly.\n\n\"Nothing, eh? Well, wait till you see him,\" she replied. \"You'll never look Doctor Gys in the face more than once, I assure you. After that, you'll be glad to keep your eyes on his vest buttons.\"\n\n\"I like him immensely, though,\" said Beth. \"He is clever, honest and earnest. The poor man can't help his mutilations, which are the result of many unfortunate adventures.\""}, {"quote": "\"Nothing, eh? Well, wait till you see him,", "context": "\"I claimed this expedition to be our private and individual property. We can now do as we please, being under no obligations to any but ourselves.\"\n\n\"That's right,\" said Uncle John. \"We don't want to be hampered by the necessity of advising with others.\"\n\n\"By the way, have you found a doctor?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"A good one?\" asked Maud quickly.\n\n\"Highly recommended, but homely as a rail fence,\" continued Patsy, as her uncle hesitated.\n\n\"That's nothing,\" said Ajo lightly.\n\n\"Nothing, eh? Well, wait till you see him,\" she replied. \"You'll never look Doctor Gys in the face more than once, I assure you. After that, you'll be glad to keep your eyes on his vest buttons.\"\n\n\"I like him immensely, though,\" said Beth. \"He is clever, honest and earnest. The poor man can't help his mutilations, which are the result of many unfortunate adventures.\"\n\n\"Sounds like just the man we wanted,\" declared Ajo, and afterward he had no reason to recall that assertion.\n\nA week is a small time in which to equip a big ship, but money and energy can accomplish much and the news from the seat of war was so eventful that they felt every moment to be precious and so they worked with feverish haste. The tide of German success had turned and their great army, from Paris to Vitry, was now in full retreat, fighting every inch of the way and leaving thousands of dead and wounded in its wake."}, {"quote": "\"You'll never look Doctor Gys in the face more than once, I assure you. After that, you'll be glad to keep your eyes on his vest buttons.\"", "context": "\"I claimed this expedition to be our private and individual property. We can now do as we please, being under no obligations to any but ourselves.\"\n\n\"That's right,\" said Uncle John. \"We don't want to be hampered by the necessity of advising with others.\"\n\n\"By the way, have you found a doctor?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"A good one?\" asked Maud quickly.\n\n\"Highly recommended, but homely as a rail fence,\" continued Patsy, as her uncle hesitated.\n\n\"That's nothing,\" said Ajo lightly.\n\n\"Nothing, eh? Well, wait till you see him,\" she replied. \"You'll never look Doctor Gys in the face more than once, I assure you. After that, you'll be glad to keep your eyes on his vest buttons.\"\n\n\"I like him immensely, though,\" said Beth. \"He is clever, honest and earnest. The poor man can't help his mutilations, which are the result of many unfortunate adventures.\"\n\n\"Sounds like just the man we wanted,\" declared Ajo, and afterward he had no reason to recall that assertion.\n\nA week is a small time in which to equip a big ship, but money and energy can accomplish much and the news from the seat of war was so eventful that they felt every moment to be precious and so they worked with feverish haste. The tide of German success had turned and their great army, from Paris to Vitry, was now in full retreat, fighting every inch of the way and leaving thousands of dead and wounded in its wake."}, {"quote": "\"I like him immensely, though,", "context": "\"By the way, have you found a doctor?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"A good one?\" asked Maud quickly.\n\n\"Highly recommended, but homely as a rail fence,\" continued Patsy, as her uncle hesitated.\n\n\"That's nothing,\" said Ajo lightly.\n\n\"Nothing, eh? Well, wait till you see him,\" she replied. \"You'll never look Doctor Gys in the face more than once, I assure you. After that, you'll be glad to keep your eyes on his vest buttons.\"\n\n\"I like him immensely, though,\" said Beth. \"He is clever, honest and earnest. The poor man can't help his mutilations, which are the result of many unfortunate adventures.\"\n\n\"Sounds like just the man we wanted,\" declared Ajo, and afterward he had no reason to recall that assertion.\n\nA week is a small time in which to equip a big ship, but money and energy can accomplish much and the news from the seat of war was so eventful that they felt every moment to be precious and so they worked with feverish haste. The tide of German success had turned and their great army, from Paris to Vitry, was now in full retreat, fighting every inch of the way and leaving thousands of dead and wounded in its wake."}, {"quote": "\"He is clever, honest and earnest. The poor man can't help his mutilations, which are the result of many unfortunate adventures.\"", "context": "\"A good one?\" asked Maud quickly.\n\n\"Highly recommended, but homely as a rail fence,\" continued Patsy, as her uncle hesitated.\n\n\"That's nothing,\" said Ajo lightly.\n\n\"Nothing, eh? Well, wait till you see him,\" she replied. \"You'll never look Doctor Gys in the face more than once, I assure you. After that, you'll be glad to keep your eyes on his vest buttons.\"\n\n\"I like him immensely, though,\" said Beth. \"He is clever, honest and earnest. The poor man can't help his mutilations, which are the result of many unfortunate adventures.\"\n\n\"Sounds like just the man we wanted,\" declared Ajo, and afterward he had no reason to recall that assertion.\n\nA week is a small time in which to equip a big ship, but money and energy can accomplish much and the news from the seat of war was so eventful that they felt every moment to be precious and so they worked with feverish haste. The tide of German success had turned and their great army, from Paris to Vitry, was now in full retreat, fighting every inch of the way and leaving thousands of dead and wounded in its wake."}, {"quote": "\"Sounds like just the man we wanted,", "context": "\" continued Patsy, as her uncle hesitated.\n\n\"That's nothing,\" said Ajo lightly.\n\n\"Nothing, eh? Well, wait till you see him,\" she replied. \"You'll never look Doctor Gys in the face more than once, I assure you. After that, you'll be glad to keep your eyes on his vest buttons.\"\n\n\"I like him immensely, though,\" said Beth. \"He is clever, honest and earnest. The poor man can't help his mutilations, which are the result of many unfortunate adventures.\"\n\n\"Sounds like just the man we wanted,\" declared Ajo, and afterward he had no reason to recall that assertion.\n\nA week is a small time in which to equip a big ship, but money and energy can accomplish much and the news from the seat of war was so eventful that they felt every moment to be precious and so they worked with feverish haste. The tide of German success had turned and their great army, from Paris to Vitry, was now in full retreat, fighting every inch of the way and leaving thousands of dead and wounded in its wake."}, {"quote": "\"How long will it take us to reach Calais?", "context": "\" declared Ajo, and afterward he had no reason to recall that assertion.\n\nA week is a small time in which to equip a big ship, but money and energy can accomplish much and the news from the seat of war was so eventful that they felt every moment to be precious and so they worked with feverish haste. The tide of German success had turned and their great army, from Paris to Vitry, was now in full retreat, fighting every inch of the way and leaving thousands of dead and wounded in its wake.\n\n\"How long will it take us to reach Calais?\" they asked Captain Carg eagerly.\n\n\"Eight or nine days,\" said he.\n\n\"We are not as fast as the big passenger steamers,\" explained young Jones, \"but with good weather the Arabella may be depended upon to make the trip in good shape and fair time.\"\n\nOn the nineteenth of September, fully equipped and with her papers in order, the beautiful yacht left her anchorage and began her voyage. The weather proved exceptionally favorable. During the voyage the girls busied themselves preparing their modest uniforms and pumping Dr. Gys for all sorts of information, from scratches to amputations. He gave them much practical and therefore valuable advice to guide them in whatever emergencies might arise, and this was conveyed in the whimsical, half humorous manner that seemed characteristic of him. At first Gys had shrunk involuntarily from facing this bevy of young girls, but they had so frankly ignored his physical blemishes and exhibited so true a comradeship to all concerned in the expedition, that the doctor soon felt perfectly at ease in their society."}, {"quote": "\"Eight or nine days,", "context": "A week is a small time in which to equip a big ship, but money and energy can accomplish much and the news from the seat of war was so eventful that they felt every moment to be precious and so they worked with feverish haste. The tide of German success had turned and their great army, from Paris to Vitry, was now in full retreat, fighting every inch of the way and leaving thousands of dead and wounded in its wake.\n\n\"How long will it take us to reach Calais?\" they asked Captain Carg eagerly.\n\n\"Eight or nine days,\" said he.\n\n\"We are not as fast as the big passenger steamers,\" explained young Jones, \"but with good weather the Arabella may be depended upon to make the trip in good shape and fair time.\"\n\nOn the nineteenth of September, fully equipped and with her papers in order, the beautiful yacht left her anchorage and began her voyage. The weather proved exceptionally favorable. During the voyage the girls busied themselves preparing their modest uniforms and pumping Dr. Gys for all sorts of information, from scratches to amputations. He gave them much practical and therefore valuable advice to guide them in whatever emergencies might arise, and this was conveyed in the whimsical, half humorous manner that seemed characteristic of him. At first Gys had shrunk involuntarily from facing this bevy of young girls, but they had so frankly ignored his physical blemishes and exhibited so true a comradeship to all concerned in the expedition, that the doctor soon felt perfectly at ease in their society."}, {"quote": "\"We are not as fast as the big passenger steamers,", "context": "A week is a small time in which to equip a big ship, but money and energy can accomplish much and the news from the seat of war was so eventful that they felt every moment to be precious and so they worked with feverish haste. The tide of German success had turned and their great army, from Paris to Vitry, was now in full retreat, fighting every inch of the way and leaving thousands of dead and wounded in its wake.\n\n\"How long will it take us to reach Calais?\" they asked Captain Carg eagerly.\n\n\"Eight or nine days,\" said he.\n\n\"We are not as fast as the big passenger steamers,\" explained young Jones, \"but with good weather the Arabella may be depended upon to make the trip in good shape and fair time.\"\n\nOn the nineteenth of September, fully equipped and with her papers in order, the beautiful yacht left her anchorage and began her voyage. The weather proved exceptionally favorable. During the voyage the girls busied themselves preparing their modest uniforms and pumping Dr. Gys for all sorts of information, from scratches to amputations. He gave them much practical and therefore valuable advice to guide them in whatever emergencies might arise, and this was conveyed in the whimsical, half humorous manner that seemed characteristic of him. At first Gys had shrunk involuntarily from facing this bevy of young girls, but they had so frankly ignored his physical blemishes and exhibited so true a comradeship to all concerned in the expedition, that the doctor soon felt perfectly at ease in their society."}, {"quote": "\"but with good weather the Arabella may be depended upon to make the trip in good shape and fair time.\"", "context": "A week is a small time in which to equip a big ship, but money and energy can accomplish much and the news from the seat of war was so eventful that they felt every moment to be precious and so they worked with feverish haste. The tide of German success had turned and their great army, from Paris to Vitry, was now in full retreat, fighting every inch of the way and leaving thousands of dead and wounded in its wake.\n\n\"How long will it take us to reach Calais?\" they asked Captain Carg eagerly.\n\n\"Eight or nine days,\" said he.\n\n\"We are not as fast as the big passenger steamers,\" explained young Jones, \"but with good weather the Arabella may be depended upon to make the trip in good shape and fair time.\"\n\nOn the nineteenth of September, fully equipped and with her papers in order, the beautiful yacht left her anchorage and began her voyage. The weather proved exceptionally favorable. During the voyage the girls busied themselves preparing their modest uniforms and pumping Dr. Gys for all sorts of information, from scratches to amputations. He gave them much practical and therefore valuable advice to guide them in whatever emergencies might arise, and this was conveyed in the whimsical, half humorous manner that seemed characteristic of him. At first Gys had shrunk involuntarily from facing this bevy of young girls, but they had so frankly ignored his physical blemishes and exhibited so true a comradeship to all concerned in the expedition, that the doctor soon felt perfectly at ease in their society."}, {"quote": "\"I don't know whether I'll faint at the sight of real blood,", "context": "On the nineteenth of September, fully equipped and with her papers in order, the beautiful yacht left her anchorage and began her voyage. The weather proved exceptionally favorable. During the voyage the girls busied themselves preparing their modest uniforms and pumping Dr. Gys for all sorts of information, from scratches to amputations. He gave them much practical and therefore valuable advice to guide them in whatever emergencies might arise, and this was conveyed in the whimsical, half humorous manner that seemed characteristic of him. At first Gys had shrunk involuntarily from facing this bevy of young girls, but they had so frankly ignored his physical blemishes and exhibited so true a comradeship to all concerned in the expedition, that the doctor soon felt perfectly at ease in their society.\n\nDuring the evenings he gave them practical demonstrations of the application of tourniquets, bandages and the like, while Uncle John and Ajo by turns posed as wounded soldiers. Gys was extraordinarily deft in all his manipulations and although Maud Stanton was a graduate nurse -- with little experience, however -- and Beth De Graf had studied the art for a year or more, it was Patsy Doyle who showed the most dexterity in assisting the doctor on these occasions.\n\n\"I don't know whether I'll faint at the sight of real blood,\" she said, \"but I shall know pretty well what to do if I can keep my nerve.\"\n\nThe application of anaesthetics was another thing fully explained by Gys, but this could not be demonstrated. Patsy, however, was taught the use of the hypodermic needle, which Maud and Beth quite understood.\n\n\"We've a big stock of morphia, in its various forms,\" said the doctor, \"and I expect it to prove of tremendous value in comforting our patients.\""}, {"quote": "\"but I shall know pretty well what to do if I can keep my nerve.\"", "context": "During the evenings he gave them practical demonstrations of the application of tourniquets, bandages and the like, while Uncle John and Ajo by turns posed as wounded soldiers. Gys was extraordinarily deft in all his manipulations and although Maud Stanton was a graduate nurse -- with little experience, however -- and Beth De Graf had studied the art for a year or more, it was Patsy Doyle who showed the most dexterity in assisting the doctor on these occasions.\n\n\"I don't know whether I'll faint at the sight of real blood,\" she said, \"but I shall know pretty well what to do if I can keep my nerve.\"\n\nThe application of anaesthetics was another thing fully explained by Gys, but this could not be demonstrated. Patsy, however, was taught the use of the hypodermic needle, which Maud and Beth quite understood.\n\n\"We've a big stock of morphia, in its various forms,\" said the doctor, \"and I expect it to prove of tremendous value in comforting our patients.\"\n\n\"I'm not sure I approve the use of that drug,\" remarked Uncle John.\n\n\"But think of the suffering we can allay by its use"}, {"quote": "\"We've a big stock of morphia, in its various forms,", "context": "During the evenings he gave them practical demonstrations of the application of tourniquets, bandages and the like, while Uncle John and Ajo by turns posed as wounded soldiers. Gys was extraordinarily deft in all his manipulations and although Maud Stanton was a graduate nurse -- with little experience, however -- and Beth De Graf had studied the art for a year or more, it was Patsy Doyle who showed the most dexterity in assisting the doctor on these occasions.\n\n\"I don't know whether I'll faint at the sight of real blood,\" she said, \"but I shall know pretty well what to do if I can keep my nerve.\"\n\nThe application of anaesthetics was another thing fully explained by Gys, but this could not be demonstrated. Patsy, however, was taught the use of the hypodermic needle, which Maud and Beth quite understood.\n\n\"We've a big stock of morphia, in its various forms,\" said the doctor, \"and I expect it to prove of tremendous value in comforting our patients.\"\n\n\"I'm not sure I approve the use of that drug,\" remarked Uncle John.\n\n\"But think of the suffering we can allay by its use,\" exclaimed Maud. \"If ever morphia is justifiable, it is in war, where it can save many a life by conquering unendurable pain. I believe the discovery of morphine was the greatest blessing that humanity has ever enjoyed. Don't you, Doctor Gys?\""}, {"quote": "\"and I expect it to prove of tremendous value in comforting our patients.\"", "context": "\"I don't know whether I'll faint at the sight of real blood,\" she said, \"but I shall know pretty well what to do if I can keep my nerve.\"\n\nThe application of anaesthetics was another thing fully explained by Gys, but this could not be demonstrated. Patsy, however, was taught the use of the hypodermic needle, which Maud and Beth quite understood.\n\n\"We've a big stock of morphia, in its various forms,\" said the doctor, \"and I expect it to prove of tremendous value in comforting our patients.\"\n\n\"I'm not sure I approve the use of that drug,\" remarked Uncle John.\n\n\"But think of the suffering we can allay by its use,\" exclaimed Maud. \"If ever morphia is justifiable, it is in war, where it can save many a life by conquering unendurable pain. I believe the discovery of morphine was the greatest blessing that humanity has ever enjoyed. Don't you, Doctor Gys?\"\n\nThe one good eye of Gys had a queer way of twinkling when he was amused. It twinkled as the girl asked this question."}, {"quote": "\"I'm not sure I approve the use of that drug,", "context": "\" she said, \"but I shall know pretty well what to do if I can keep my nerve.\"\n\nThe application of anaesthetics was another thing fully explained by Gys, but this could not be demonstrated. Patsy, however, was taught the use of the hypodermic needle, which Maud and Beth quite understood.\n\n\"We've a big stock of morphia, in its various forms,\" said the doctor, \"and I expect it to prove of tremendous value in comforting our patients.\"\n\n\"I'm not sure I approve the use of that drug,\" remarked Uncle John.\n\n\"But think of the suffering we can allay by its use,\" exclaimed Maud. \"If ever morphia is justifiable, it is in war, where it can save many a life by conquering unendurable pain. I believe the discovery of morphine was the greatest blessing that humanity has ever enjoyed. Don't you, Doctor Gys?\"\n\nThe one good eye of Gys had a queer way of twinkling when he was amused. It twinkled as the girl asked this question."}, {"quote": "\"But think of the suffering we can allay by its use,", "context": "\"but I shall know pretty well what to do if I can keep my nerve.\"\n\nThe application of anaesthetics was another thing fully explained by Gys, but this could not be demonstrated. Patsy, however, was taught the use of the hypodermic needle, which Maud and Beth quite understood.\n\n\"We've a big stock of morphia, in its various forms,\" said the doctor, \"and I expect it to prove of tremendous value in comforting our patients.\"\n\n\"I'm not sure I approve the use of that drug,\" remarked Uncle John.\n\n\"But think of the suffering we can allay by its use,\" exclaimed Maud. \"If ever morphia is justifiable, it is in war, where it can save many a life by conquering unendurable pain. I believe the discovery of morphine was the greatest blessing that humanity has ever enjoyed. Don't you, Doctor Gys?\"\n\nThe one good eye of Gys had a queer way of twinkling when he was amused. It twinkled as the girl asked this question.\n\n\"Morphine,\" he replied, \"has destroyed more people than it has saved. You play with fire when you feed it to anyone, under any circumstances. Nevertheless, I believe in its value on an expedition of this sort, and that is why I loaded up on the stuff. Let me advise you never to tell a patient that we are administering morphine. The result is all that he is concerned with and it is better he should not know what has relieved him.\""}, {"quote": "\"If ever morphia is justifiable, it is in war, where it can save many a life by conquering unendurable pain. I believe the discovery of morphine was the greatest blessing that humanity has ever enjoyed. Don't you, Doctor Gys?\"", "context": "The application of anaesthetics was another thing fully explained by Gys, but this could not be demonstrated. Patsy, however, was taught the use of the hypodermic needle, which Maud and Beth quite understood.\n\n\"We've a big stock of morphia, in its various forms,\" said the doctor, \"and I expect it to prove of tremendous value in comforting our patients.\"\n\n\"I'm not sure I approve the use of that drug,\" remarked Uncle John.\n\n\"But think of the suffering we can allay by its use,\" exclaimed Maud. \"If ever morphia is justifiable, it is in war, where it can save many a life by conquering unendurable pain. I believe the discovery of morphine was the greatest blessing that humanity has ever enjoyed. Don't you, Doctor Gys?\"\n\nThe one good eye of Gys had a queer way of twinkling when he was amused. It twinkled as the girl asked this question.\n\n\"Morphine,\" he replied, \"has destroyed more people than it has saved. You play with fire when you feed it to anyone, under any circumstances. Nevertheless, I believe in its value on an expedition of this sort, and that is why I loaded up on the stuff. Let me advise you never to tell a patient that we are administering morphine. The result is all that he is concerned with and it is better he should not know what has relieved him.\""}, {"quote": "\"has destroyed more people than it has saved. You play with fire when you feed it to anyone, under any circumstances. Nevertheless, I believe in its value on an expedition of this sort, and that is why I loaded up on the stuff. Let me advise you never to tell a patient that we are administering morphine. The result is all that he is concerned with and it is better he should not know what has relieved him.\"", "context": "\"But think of the suffering we can allay by its use,\" exclaimed Maud. \"If ever morphia is justifiable, it is in war, where it can save many a life by conquering unendurable pain. I believe the discovery of morphine was the greatest blessing that humanity has ever enjoyed. Don't you, Doctor Gys?\"\n\nThe one good eye of Gys had a queer way of twinkling when he was amused. It twinkled as the girl asked this question.\n\n\"Morphine,\" he replied, \"has destroyed more people than it has saved. You play with fire when you feed it to anyone, under any circumstances. Nevertheless, I believe in its value on an expedition of this sort, and that is why I loaded up on the stuff. Let me advise you never to tell a patient that we are administering morphine. The result is all that he is concerned with and it is better he should not know what has relieved him.\"\n\nOn a sunny day when the sea was calm they slung a scaffold over the bow and painted a big red cross on either side of the white ship. Everyone aboard wore the Red Cross emblem on an arm band, even the sailors being so decorated. Uncle John was very proud of the insignia and loved to watch his girls moving around the deck in their sober uniforms and white caps.\n\nJones endured the voyage splendidly and by this time had convinced himself that he was not again to be subject to the mal-de-mer of his first ocean trip. As they drew near to their destination an atmosphere of subdued excitement pervaded the Arabella, for even the sailors had caught the infection of the girls' eagerness and were anxious to get into action at the earliest moment."}, {"quote": "\"that I have had a rather insignificant part in preparing this expedition, for all I have furnished -- aside from the boat itself -- consists of two lots of luxuries that may or may not be needed.\"", "context": "They had purposely brought no chauffeurs with them, as Uncle John believed foreign drivers, who were thoroughly acquainted with the country, would prove more useful than the American variety, and from experience he knew that a French chauffeur is the king of his profession.\n\nDuring the last days of the voyage Mr. Merrick busied himself in carefully inspecting every detail of his precious vehicles and explaining their operation to everyone on board. Even the girls would be able to run an ambulance on occasion, and the boy developed quite a mechanical talent in mastering the machines.\n\n\"I feel,\" said young Jones, \"that I have had a rather insignificant part in preparing this expedition, for all I have furnished -- aside from the boat itself -- consists of two lots of luxuries that may or may not be needed.\"\n\n\"And what may they be?\" asked Dr. Gys, who was standing in the group beside him.\n\n\"Thermos flasks and cigarettes.\"\n\n\"Cigarettes!\" exclaimed Beth, in horror.\n\nThe doctor nodded approvingly.\n\n\"Capital!\" said he. \"Next to our anodynes and anaesthetics, nothing will prove so comforting to the wounded as cigarettes. They are supplied by nurses in all the hospitals in Europe. How many did you bring?\"\n\n\"Ten cases of about twenty-five thousand each.\""}, {"quote": "\"And what may they be?", "context": "During the last days of the voyage Mr. Merrick busied himself in carefully inspecting every detail of his precious vehicles and explaining their operation to everyone on board. Even the girls would be able to run an ambulance on occasion, and the boy developed quite a mechanical talent in mastering the machines.\n\n\"I feel,\" said young Jones, \"that I have had a rather insignificant part in preparing this expedition, for all I have furnished -- aside from the boat itself -- consists of two lots of luxuries that may or may not be needed.\"\n\n\"And what may they be?\" asked Dr. Gys, who was standing in the group beside him.\n\n\"Thermos flasks and cigarettes.\"\n\n\"Cigarettes!\" exclaimed Beth, in horror.\n\nThe doctor nodded approvingly.\n\n\"Capital!\" said he. \"Next to our anodynes and anaesthetics, nothing will prove so comforting to the wounded as cigarettes. They are supplied by nurses in all the hospitals in Europe. How many did you bring?\"\n\n\"Ten cases of about twenty-five thousand each.\"\n\n\"A quarter of a million cigarettes!\" gasped Beth."}, {"quote": "\"Thermos flasks and cigarettes.\"", "context": "During the last days of the voyage Mr. Merrick busied himself in carefully inspecting every detail of his precious vehicles and explaining their operation to everyone on board. Even the girls would be able to run an ambulance on occasion, and the boy developed quite a mechanical talent in mastering the machines.\n\n\"I feel,\" said young Jones, \"that I have had a rather insignificant part in preparing this expedition, for all I have furnished -- aside from the boat itself -- consists of two lots of luxuries that may or may not be needed.\"\n\n\"And what may they be?\" asked Dr. Gys, who was standing in the group beside him.\n\n\"Thermos flasks and cigarettes.\"\n\n\"Cigarettes!\" exclaimed Beth, in horror.\n\nThe doctor nodded approvingly.\n\n\"Capital!\" said he. \"Next to our anodynes and anaesthetics, nothing will prove so comforting to the wounded as cigarettes. They are supplied by nurses in all the hospitals in Europe. How many did you bring?\"\n\n\"Ten cases of about twenty-five thousand each.\"\n\n\"A quarter of a million cigarettes!\" gasped Beth.\n\n\"Too few,\" asserted the doctor in a tone of raillery, \"but we'll make them go as far as possible. And the thermos cases are also valuable. Cool water to parched lips means a glimpse of heaven. Hot coffee will save many from exhaustion. You've done well, my boy.\""}, {"quote": "\"Next to our anodynes and anaesthetics, nothing will prove so comforting to the wounded as cigarettes. They are supplied by nurses in all the hospitals in Europe. How many did you bring?\"", "context": "\"I feel,\" said young Jones, \"that I have had a rather insignificant part in preparing this expedition, for all I have furnished -- aside from the boat itself -- consists of two lots of luxuries that may or may not be needed.\"\n\n\"And what may they be?\" asked Dr. Gys, who was standing in the group beside him.\n\n\"Thermos flasks and cigarettes.\"\n\n\"Cigarettes!\" exclaimed Beth, in horror.\n\nThe doctor nodded approvingly.\n\n\"Capital!\" said he. \"Next to our anodynes and anaesthetics, nothing will prove so comforting to the wounded as cigarettes. They are supplied by nurses in all the hospitals in Europe. How many did you bring?\"\n\n\"Ten cases of about twenty-five thousand each.\"\n\n\"A quarter of a million cigarettes!\" gasped Beth.\n\n\"Too few,\" asserted the doctor in a tone of raillery, \"but we'll make them go as far as possible. And the thermos cases are also valuable. Cool water to parched lips means a glimpse of heaven. Hot coffee will save many from exhaustion. You've done well, my boy.\"\n\nCHAPTER V\n\nNEARING THE FRAY\n\nOn September twenty-eighth they entered the English Channel and were promptly signalled by a British warship, so they were obliged to lay to while a party of officers came aboard. The Arabella was flying the American flag and the Red Cross flag, but the English officer courteously but firmly persisted in searching the ship. What he found seemed to interest him, as did the papers and credentials presented for his perusal."}, {"quote": "\u201cwe have some precautions to take.\u201d", "context": "In any case if cold did not yet threaten them, the rainy season would begin, and on this lonely island, exposed to all the fury of the elements, in mid-ocean, bad weather would be frequent, and probably terrible. The question of a more comfortable dwelling than the Chimneys must therefore be seriously considered and promptly resolved on.\n\nPencroft, naturally, had some predilection for the retreat which he had discovered, but he well understood that another must be found. The Chimneys had been already visited by the sea, under circumstances which are known, and it would not do to be exposed again to a similar accident.\n\n\u201cBesides,\u201d added Cyrus Harding, who this day was talking of these things with his companions, \u201cwe have some precautions to take.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy? The island is not inhabited,\u201d said the reporter.\n\n\u201cThat is probable,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201calthough we have not yet explored the interior; but if no human beings are found, I fear that dangerous animals may abound. It is necessary to guard against a possible attack, so that we shall not be obliged to watch every night, or to keep up a fire. And then, my friends, we must foresee everything. We are here in a part of the Pacific often frequented by Malay pirates -- \u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhy? The island is not inhabited,", "context": "In any case if cold did not yet threaten them, the rainy season would begin, and on this lonely island, exposed to all the fury of the elements, in mid-ocean, bad weather would be frequent, and probably terrible. The question of a more comfortable dwelling than the Chimneys must therefore be seriously considered and promptly resolved on.\n\nPencroft, naturally, had some predilection for the retreat which he had discovered, but he well understood that another must be found. The Chimneys had been already visited by the sea, under circumstances which are known, and it would not do to be exposed again to a similar accident.\n\n\u201cBesides,\u201d added Cyrus Harding, who this day was talking of these things with his companions, \u201cwe have some precautions to take.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy? The island is not inhabited,\u201d said the reporter.\n\n\u201cThat is probable,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201calthough we have not yet explored the interior; but if no human beings are found, I fear that dangerous animals may abound. It is necessary to guard against a possible attack, so that we shall not be obliged to watch every night, or to keep up a fire. And then, my friends, we must foresee everything. We are here in a part of the Pacific often frequented by Malay pirates -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat!\u201d said Herbert,"}, {"quote": "\u201cThat is probable,", "context": "Pencroft, naturally, had some predilection for the retreat which he had discovered, but he well understood that another must be found. The Chimneys had been already visited by the sea, under circumstances which are known, and it would not do to be exposed again to a similar accident.\n\n\u201cBesides,\u201d added Cyrus Harding, who this day was talking of these things with his companions, \u201cwe have some precautions to take.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy? The island is not inhabited,\u201d said the reporter.\n\n\u201cThat is probable,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201calthough we have not yet explored the interior; but if no human beings are found, I fear that dangerous animals may abound. It is necessary to guard against a possible attack, so that we shall not be obliged to watch every night, or to keep up a fire. And then, my friends, we must foresee everything. We are here in a part of the Pacific often frequented by Malay pirates -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat!\u201d said Herbert, \u201cat such a distance from land?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my boy"}, {"quote": "\u201cat such a distance from land?\u201d", "context": "\u201d said the reporter.\n\n\u201cThat is probable,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201calthough we have not yet explored the interior; but if no human beings are found, I fear that dangerous animals may abound. It is necessary to guard against a possible attack, so that we shall not be obliged to watch every night, or to keep up a fire. And then, my friends, we must foresee everything. We are here in a part of the Pacific often frequented by Malay pirates -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat!\u201d said Herbert, \u201cat such a distance from land?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my boy,\u201d replied the engineer. \u201cThese pirates are bold sailors as well as formidable enemies, and we must take measures accordingly.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d replied Pencroft, \u201cwe will fortify ourselves against savages with two legs as well as against savages with four. But, captain, will it not be best to explore every part of the island before undertaking anything else?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat would be best,\u201d added Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cWho knows if we might not find on the opposite side one of the caverns which we have searched for in vain here?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYes, my boy,", "context": "\u201d replied the engineer, \u201calthough we have not yet explored the interior; but if no human beings are found, I fear that dangerous animals may abound. It is necessary to guard against a possible attack, so that we shall not be obliged to watch every night, or to keep up a fire. And then, my friends, we must foresee everything. We are here in a part of the Pacific often frequented by Malay pirates -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat!\u201d said Herbert, \u201cat such a distance from land?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my boy,\u201d replied the engineer. \u201cThese pirates are bold sailors as well as formidable enemies, and we must take measures accordingly.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d replied Pencroft, \u201cwe will fortify ourselves against savages with two legs as well as against savages with four. But, captain, will it not be best to explore every part of the island before undertaking anything else?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat would be best,\u201d added Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cWho knows if we might not find on the opposite side one of the caverns which we have searched for in vain here?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThese pirates are bold sailors as well as formidable enemies, and we must take measures accordingly.\u201d", "context": "\u201d replied the engineer, \u201calthough we have not yet explored the interior; but if no human beings are found, I fear that dangerous animals may abound. It is necessary to guard against a possible attack, so that we shall not be obliged to watch every night, or to keep up a fire. And then, my friends, we must foresee everything. We are here in a part of the Pacific often frequented by Malay pirates -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat!\u201d said Herbert, \u201cat such a distance from land?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my boy,\u201d replied the engineer. \u201cThese pirates are bold sailors as well as formidable enemies, and we must take measures accordingly.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d replied Pencroft, \u201cwe will fortify ourselves against savages with two legs as well as against savages with four. But, captain, will it not be best to explore every part of the island before undertaking anything else?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat would be best,\u201d added Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cWho knows if we might not find on the opposite side one of the caverns which we have searched for in vain here?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is true,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201cbut you forget, my friends, that it will be necessary to establish ourselves in the neighborhood of a watercourse, and that, from the summit of Mount Franklin, we could not see towards the west, either stream or river. Here, on the contrary, we are placed between the Mercy and Lake Grant, an advantage which must not be neglected. And, besides, this side, looking towards the east, is not exposed as the other is to the trade-winds, which in this hemisphere blow from the northwest.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cwe will fortify ourselves against savages with two legs as well as against savages with four. But, captain, will it not be best to explore every part of the island before undertaking anything else?\u201d", "context": "\u201d replied the engineer, \u201calthough we have not yet explored the interior; but if no human beings are found, I fear that dangerous animals may abound. It is necessary to guard against a possible attack, so that we shall not be obliged to watch every night, or to keep up a fire. And then, my friends, we must foresee everything. We are here in a part of the Pacific often frequented by Malay pirates -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat!\u201d said Herbert, \u201cat such a distance from land?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my boy,\u201d replied the engineer. \u201cThese pirates are bold sailors as well as formidable enemies, and we must take measures accordingly.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d replied Pencroft, \u201cwe will fortify ourselves against savages with two legs as well as against savages with four. But, captain, will it not be best to explore every part of the island before undertaking anything else?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat would be best,\u201d added Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cWho knows if we might not find on the opposite side one of the caverns which we have searched for in vain here?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is true,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201cbut you forget, my friends, that it will be necessary to establish ourselves in the neighborhood of a watercourse, and that, from the summit of Mount Franklin, we could not see towards the west, either stream or river. Here, on the contrary, we are placed between the Mercy and Lake Grant, an advantage which must not be neglected. And, besides, this side, looking towards the east, is not exposed as the other is to the trade-winds, which in this hemisphere blow from the northwest.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThat would be best,", "context": "\u201d replied the engineer, \u201calthough we have not yet explored the interior; but if no human beings are found, I fear that dangerous animals may abound. It is necessary to guard against a possible attack, so that we shall not be obliged to watch every night, or to keep up a fire. And then, my friends, we must foresee everything. We are here in a part of the Pacific often frequented by Malay pirates -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat!\u201d said Herbert, \u201cat such a distance from land?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my boy,\u201d replied the engineer. \u201cThese pirates are bold sailors as well as formidable enemies, and we must take measures accordingly.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d replied Pencroft, \u201cwe will fortify ourselves against savages with two legs as well as against savages with four. But, captain, will it not be best to explore every part of the island before undertaking anything else?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat would be best,\u201d added Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cWho knows if we might not find on the opposite side one of the caverns which we have searched for in vain here?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is true,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201cbut you forget, my friends, that it will be necessary to establish ourselves in the neighborhood of a watercourse, and that, from the summit of Mount Franklin, we could not see towards the west, either stream or river. Here, on the contrary, we are placed between the Mercy and Lake Grant, an advantage which must not be neglected. And, besides, this side, looking towards the east, is not exposed as the other is to the trade-winds, which in this hemisphere blow from the northwest.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWho knows if we might not find on the opposite side one of the caverns which we have searched for in vain here?\u201d", "context": "\u201cWhat!\u201d said Herbert, \u201cat such a distance from land?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my boy,\u201d replied the engineer. \u201cThese pirates are bold sailors as well as formidable enemies, and we must take measures accordingly.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d replied Pencroft, \u201cwe will fortify ourselves against savages with two legs as well as against savages with four. But, captain, will it not be best to explore every part of the island before undertaking anything else?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat would be best,\u201d added Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cWho knows if we might not find on the opposite side one of the caverns which we have searched for in vain here?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is true,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201cbut you forget, my friends, that it will be necessary to establish ourselves in the neighborhood of a watercourse, and that, from the summit of Mount Franklin, we could not see towards the west, either stream or river. Here, on the contrary, we are placed between the Mercy and Lake Grant, an advantage which must not be neglected. And, besides, this side, looking towards the east, is not exposed as the other is to the trade-winds, which in this hemisphere blow from the northwest.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThat is true,", "context": "\u201cThese pirates are bold sailors as well as formidable enemies, and we must take measures accordingly.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d replied Pencroft, \u201cwe will fortify ourselves against savages with two legs as well as against savages with four. But, captain, will it not be best to explore every part of the island before undertaking anything else?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat would be best,\u201d added Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cWho knows if we might not find on the opposite side one of the caverns which we have searched for in vain here?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is true,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201cbut you forget, my friends, that it will be necessary to establish ourselves in the neighborhood of a watercourse, and that, from the summit of Mount Franklin, we could not see towards the west, either stream or river. Here, on the contrary, we are placed between the Mercy and Lake Grant, an advantage which must not be neglected. And, besides, this side, looking towards the east, is not exposed as the other is to the trade-winds, which in this hemisphere blow from the northwest.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cbut you forget, my friends, that it will be necessary to establish ourselves in the neighborhood of a watercourse, and that, from the summit of Mount Franklin, we could not see towards the west, either stream or river. Here, on the contrary, we are placed between the Mercy and Lake Grant, an advantage which must not be neglected. And, besides, this side, looking towards the east, is not exposed as the other is to the trade-winds, which in this hemisphere blow from the northwest.\u201d", "context": "\u201cThese pirates are bold sailors as well as formidable enemies, and we must take measures accordingly.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d replied Pencroft, \u201cwe will fortify ourselves against savages with two legs as well as against savages with four. But, captain, will it not be best to explore every part of the island before undertaking anything else?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat would be best,\u201d added Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cWho knows if we might not find on the opposite side one of the caverns which we have searched for in vain here?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is true,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201cbut you forget, my friends, that it will be necessary to establish ourselves in the neighborhood of a watercourse, and that, from the summit of Mount Franklin, we could not see towards the west, either stream or river. Here, on the contrary, we are placed between the Mercy and Lake Grant, an advantage which must not be neglected. And, besides, this side, looking towards the east, is not exposed as the other is to the trade-winds, which in this hemisphere blow from the northwest.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen, captain,\u201d replied the sailor, \u201clet us build a house on the edge of the lake. Neither bricks nor tools are wanting now. After having been brickmakers, potters, smelters, and smiths, we shall surely know how to be masons!\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my friend; but before coming to any decision we must consider the matter thoroughly. A natural dwelling would spare us much work, and would be a surer retreat, for it would be as well defended against enemies from the interior as those from outside.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThen, captain,", "context": "\u201cbut you forget, my friends, that it will be necessary to establish ourselves in the neighborhood of a watercourse, and that, from the summit of Mount Franklin, we could not see towards the west, either stream or river. Here, on the contrary, we are placed between the Mercy and Lake Grant, an advantage which must not be neglected. And, besides, this side, looking towards the east, is not exposed as the other is to the trade-winds, which in this hemisphere blow from the northwest.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen, captain,\u201d replied the sailor, \u201clet us build a house on the edge of the lake. Neither bricks nor tools are wanting now. After having been brickmakers, potters, smelters, and smiths, we shall surely know how to be masons!\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my friend; but before coming to any decision we must consider the matter thoroughly. A natural dwelling would spare us much work, and would be a surer retreat, for it would be as well defended against enemies from the interior as those from outside.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201clet us build a house on the edge of the lake. Neither bricks nor tools are wanting now. After having been brickmakers, potters, smelters, and smiths, we shall surely know how to be masons!\u201d", "context": "\u201cbut you forget, my friends, that it will be necessary to establish ourselves in the neighborhood of a watercourse, and that, from the summit of Mount Franklin, we could not see towards the west, either stream or river. Here, on the contrary, we are placed between the Mercy and Lake Grant, an advantage which must not be neglected. And, besides, this side, looking towards the east, is not exposed as the other is to the trade-winds, which in this hemisphere blow from the northwest.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen, captain,\u201d replied the sailor, \u201clet us build a house on the edge of the lake. Neither bricks nor tools are wanting now. After having been brickmakers, potters, smelters, and smiths, we shall surely know how to be masons!\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my friend; but before coming to any decision we must consider the matter thoroughly. A natural dwelling would spare us much work, and would be a surer retreat, for it would be as well defended against enemies from the interior as those from outside.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is true, Cyrus,\u201d replied the reporter, \u201cbut we have already examined all that mass of granite, and there is not a hole, not a cranny!\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, not one!\u201d added Pencroft. \u201cAh, if we were able to dig out a dwelling in that cliff, at a good height, so as to be out of the reach of harm, that would be capital! I can see that on the front which looks seaward, five or six rooms -- \u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYes, my friend; but before coming to any decision we must consider the matter thoroughly. A natural dwelling would spare us much work, and would be a surer retreat, for it would be as well defended against enemies from the interior as those from outside.\u201d", "context": "\u201cbut you forget, my friends, that it will be necessary to establish ourselves in the neighborhood of a watercourse, and that, from the summit of Mount Franklin, we could not see towards the west, either stream or river. Here, on the contrary, we are placed between the Mercy and Lake Grant, an advantage which must not be neglected. And, besides, this side, looking towards the east, is not exposed as the other is to the trade-winds, which in this hemisphere blow from the northwest.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen, captain,\u201d replied the sailor, \u201clet us build a house on the edge of the lake. Neither bricks nor tools are wanting now. After having been brickmakers, potters, smelters, and smiths, we shall surely know how to be masons!\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my friend; but before coming to any decision we must consider the matter thoroughly. A natural dwelling would spare us much work, and would be a surer retreat, for it would be as well defended against enemies from the interior as those from outside.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is true, Cyrus,\u201d replied the reporter, \u201cbut we have already examined all that mass of granite, and there is not a hole, not a cranny!\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, not one!\u201d added Pencroft. \u201cAh, if we were able to dig out a dwelling in that cliff, at a good height, so as to be out of the reach of harm, that would be capital! I can see that on the front which looks seaward, five or six rooms -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWith windows to light them"}, {"quote": "\u201cThat is true, Cyrus,", "context": "\u201d replied the sailor, \u201clet us build a house on the edge of the lake. Neither bricks nor tools are wanting now. After having been brickmakers, potters, smelters, and smiths, we shall surely know how to be masons!\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my friend; but before coming to any decision we must consider the matter thoroughly. A natural dwelling would spare us much work, and would be a surer retreat, for it would be as well defended against enemies from the interior as those from outside.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is true, Cyrus,\u201d replied the reporter, \u201cbut we have already examined all that mass of granite, and there is not a hole, not a cranny!\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, not one!\u201d added Pencroft. \u201cAh, if we were able to dig out a dwelling in that cliff, at a good height, so as to be out of the reach of harm, that would be capital! I can see that on the front which looks seaward, five or six rooms -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWith windows to light them"}, {"quote": "\u201cbut we have already examined all that mass of granite, and there is not a hole, not a cranny!\u201d", "context": "\u201clet us build a house on the edge of the lake. Neither bricks nor tools are wanting now. After having been brickmakers, potters, smelters, and smiths, we shall surely know how to be masons!\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my friend; but before coming to any decision we must consider the matter thoroughly. A natural dwelling would spare us much work, and would be a surer retreat, for it would be as well defended against enemies from the interior as those from outside.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is true, Cyrus,\u201d replied the reporter, \u201cbut we have already examined all that mass of granite, and there is not a hole, not a cranny!\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, not one!\u201d added Pencroft. \u201cAh, if we were able to dig out a dwelling in that cliff, at a good height, so as to be out of the reach of harm, that would be capital! I can see that on the front which looks seaward, five or six rooms -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWith windows to light them!\u201d said Herbert, laughing.\n\n\u201cAnd a staircase to climb up to them!\u201d added Neb.\n\n\u201cYou are laughing,\u201d cried the sailor, \u201cand why? What is there impossible in what I propose? Haven\u2019t we got pickaxes and spades? Won\u2019t Captain Harding be able to make powder to blow up the mine? Isn\u2019t it true, captain, that you will make powder the very day we want it?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, not one!", "context": "\u201clet us build a house on the edge of the lake. Neither bricks nor tools are wanting now. After having been brickmakers, potters, smelters, and smiths, we shall surely know how to be masons!\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, my friend; but before coming to any decision we must consider the matter thoroughly. A natural dwelling would spare us much work, and would be a surer retreat, for it would be as well defended against enemies from the interior as those from outside.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is true, Cyrus,\u201d replied the reporter, \u201cbut we have already examined all that mass of granite, and there is not a hole, not a cranny!\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, not one!\u201d added Pencroft. \u201cAh, if we were able to dig out a dwelling in that cliff, at a good height, so as to be out of the reach of harm, that would be capital! I can see that on the front which looks seaward, five or six rooms -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWith windows to light them!\u201d said Herbert, laughing.\n\n\u201cAnd a staircase to climb up to them!\u201d added Neb.\n\n\u201cYou are laughing,\u201d cried the sailor, \u201cand why? What is there impossible in what I propose? Haven\u2019t we got pickaxes and spades? Won\u2019t Captain Harding be able to make powder to blow up the mine? Isn\u2019t it true, captain, that you will make powder the very day we want it?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWith windows to light them!", "context": "\u201cThat is true, Cyrus,\u201d replied the reporter, \u201cbut we have already examined all that mass of granite, and there is not a hole, not a cranny!\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, not one!\u201d added Pencroft. \u201cAh, if we were able to dig out a dwelling in that cliff, at a good height, so as to be out of the reach of harm, that would be capital! I can see that on the front which looks seaward, five or six rooms -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWith windows to light them!\u201d said Herbert, laughing.\n\n\u201cAnd a staircase to climb up to them!\u201d added Neb.\n\n\u201cYou are laughing,\u201d cried the sailor, \u201cand why? What is there impossible in what I propose? Haven\u2019t we got pickaxes and spades? Won\u2019t Captain Harding be able to make powder to blow up the mine? Isn\u2019t it true, captain, that you will make powder the very day we want it?\u201d\n\nCyrus Harding listened to the enthusiastic Pencroft developing his fanciful projects. To attack this mass of granite, even by a mine, was Herculean work, and it was really vexing that nature could not help them at their need. But the engineer did not reply to the sailor except by proposing to examine the cliff more attentively, from the mouth of the river to the angle which terminated it on the north."}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd a staircase to climb up to them!", "context": "\u201cbut we have already examined all that mass of granite, and there is not a hole, not a cranny!\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, not one!\u201d added Pencroft. \u201cAh, if we were able to dig out a dwelling in that cliff, at a good height, so as to be out of the reach of harm, that would be capital! I can see that on the front which looks seaward, five or six rooms -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWith windows to light them!\u201d said Herbert, laughing.\n\n\u201cAnd a staircase to climb up to them!\u201d added Neb.\n\n\u201cYou are laughing,\u201d cried the sailor, \u201cand why? What is there impossible in what I propose? Haven\u2019t we got pickaxes and spades? Won\u2019t Captain Harding be able to make powder to blow up the mine? Isn\u2019t it true, captain, that you will make powder the very day we want it?\u201d\n\nCyrus Harding listened to the enthusiastic Pencroft developing his fanciful projects. To attack this mass of granite, even by a mine, was Herculean work, and it was really vexing that nature could not help them at their need. But the engineer did not reply to the sailor except by proposing to examine the cliff more attentively, from the mouth of the river to the angle which terminated it on the north."}, {"quote": "\u201cand why? What is there impossible in what I propose? Haven\u2019t we got pickaxes and spades? Won\u2019t Captain Harding be able to make powder to blow up the mine? Isn\u2019t it true, captain, that you will make powder the very day we want it?\u201d", "context": "\u201cbut we have already examined all that mass of granite, and there is not a hole, not a cranny!\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, not one!\u201d added Pencroft. \u201cAh, if we were able to dig out a dwelling in that cliff, at a good height, so as to be out of the reach of harm, that would be capital! I can see that on the front which looks seaward, five or six rooms -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWith windows to light them!\u201d said Herbert, laughing.\n\n\u201cAnd a staircase to climb up to them!\u201d added Neb.\n\n\u201cYou are laughing,\u201d cried the sailor, \u201cand why? What is there impossible in what I propose? Haven\u2019t we got pickaxes and spades? Won\u2019t Captain Harding be able to make powder to blow up the mine? Isn\u2019t it true, captain, that you will make powder the very day we want it?\u201d\n\nCyrus Harding listened to the enthusiastic Pencroft developing his fanciful projects. To attack this mass of granite, even by a mine, was Herculean work, and it was really vexing that nature could not help them at their need. But the engineer did not reply to the sailor except by proposing to examine the cliff more attentively, from the mouth of the river to the angle which terminated it on the north.\n\nThey went out, therefore, and the exploration was made with extreme care, over an extent of nearly two miles. But in no place in the bare, straight cliff, could any cavity be found. The nests of the rock pigeons which fluttered at its summit were only, in reality, holes bored at the very top, and on the irregular edge of the granite."}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat is there, Top?", "context": "The settlers were now following the eastern bank of the lake, and they would not be long in reaching the part which they already knew. The engineer was much surprised at not seeing any indication of the discharge of water. The reporter and the sailor talked with him, and he could not conceal his astonishment.\n\nAt this moment Top, who had been very quiet till then, gave signs of agitation. The intelligent animal went backwards and forwards on the shore, stopped suddenly, and looked at the water, one paw raised, as if he was pointing at some invisible game; then he barked furiously, and was suddenly silent.\n\nNeither Cyrus Harding nor his companions had at first paid any attention to Top\u2019s behavior; but the dog\u2019s barking soon became so frequent that the engineer noticed it.\n\n\u201cWhat is there, Top?\u201d he asked.\n\nThe dog bounded towards his master, seeming to be very uneasy, and then rushed again towards the bank. Then, all at once, he plunged into the lake.\n\n\u201cHere, Top!\u201d cried Cyrus Harding, who did not like his dog to venture into the treacherous water.\n\n\u201cWhat\u2019s happening down there?\u201d asked Pencroft, examining the surface of the lake.\n\n\u201cTop smells some amphibious creature,\u201d replied Herbert.\n\n\u201cAn alligator, perhaps,\u201d said the reporter."}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat\u2019s happening down there?", "context": "At this moment Top, who had been very quiet till then, gave signs of agitation. The intelligent animal went backwards and forwards on the shore, stopped suddenly, and looked at the water, one paw raised, as if he was pointing at some invisible game; then he barked furiously, and was suddenly silent.\n\nNeither Cyrus Harding nor his companions had at first paid any attention to Top\u2019s behavior; but the dog\u2019s barking soon became so frequent that the engineer noticed it.\n\n\u201cWhat is there, Top?\u201d he asked.\n\nThe dog bounded towards his master, seeming to be very uneasy, and then rushed again towards the bank. Then, all at once, he plunged into the lake.\n\n\u201cHere, Top!\u201d cried Cyrus Harding, who did not like his dog to venture into the treacherous water.\n\n\u201cWhat\u2019s happening down there?\u201d asked Pencroft, examining the surface of the lake.\n\n\u201cTop smells some amphibious creature,\u201d replied Herbert.\n\n\u201cAn alligator, perhaps,\u201d said the reporter.\n\n\u201cI do not think so,\u201d replied Harding. \u201cAlligators are only met with in regions less elevated in latitude.\u201d\n\nMeanwhile Top had returned at his master\u2019s call, and had regained the shore: but he could not stay quiet; he plunged in among the tall grass, and guided by instinct, he appeared to follow some invisible being which was slipping along under the surface of the water. However the water was calm; not a ripple disturbed its surface. Several times the settlers stopped on the bank, and observed it attentively. Nothing appeared. There was some mystery there."}, {"quote": "\u201cTop smells some amphibious creature,", "context": "Neither Cyrus Harding nor his companions had at first paid any attention to Top\u2019s behavior; but the dog\u2019s barking soon became so frequent that the engineer noticed it.\n\n\u201cWhat is there, Top?\u201d he asked.\n\nThe dog bounded towards his master, seeming to be very uneasy, and then rushed again towards the bank. Then, all at once, he plunged into the lake.\n\n\u201cHere, Top!\u201d cried Cyrus Harding, who did not like his dog to venture into the treacherous water.\n\n\u201cWhat\u2019s happening down there?\u201d asked Pencroft, examining the surface of the lake.\n\n\u201cTop smells some amphibious creature,\u201d replied Herbert.\n\n\u201cAn alligator, perhaps,\u201d said the reporter.\n\n\u201cI do not think so,\u201d replied Harding. \u201cAlligators are only met with in regions less elevated in latitude.\u201d\n\nMeanwhile Top had returned at his master\u2019s call, and had regained the shore: but he could not stay quiet; he plunged in among the tall grass, and guided by instinct, he appeared to follow some invisible being which was slipping along under the surface of the water. However the water was calm; not a ripple disturbed its surface. Several times the settlers stopped on the bank, and observed it attentively. Nothing appeared. There was some mystery there."}, {"quote": "\u201cAn alligator, perhaps,", "context": "Neither Cyrus Harding nor his companions had at first paid any attention to Top\u2019s behavior; but the dog\u2019s barking soon became so frequent that the engineer noticed it.\n\n\u201cWhat is there, Top?\u201d he asked.\n\nThe dog bounded towards his master, seeming to be very uneasy, and then rushed again towards the bank. Then, all at once, he plunged into the lake.\n\n\u201cHere, Top!\u201d cried Cyrus Harding, who did not like his dog to venture into the treacherous water.\n\n\u201cWhat\u2019s happening down there?\u201d asked Pencroft, examining the surface of the lake.\n\n\u201cTop smells some amphibious creature,\u201d replied Herbert.\n\n\u201cAn alligator, perhaps,\u201d said the reporter.\n\n\u201cI do not think so,\u201d replied Harding. \u201cAlligators are only met with in regions less elevated in latitude.\u201d\n\nMeanwhile Top had returned at his master\u2019s call, and had regained the shore: but he could not stay quiet; he plunged in among the tall grass, and guided by instinct, he appeared to follow some invisible being which was slipping along under the surface of the water. However the water was calm; not a ripple disturbed its surface. Several times the settlers stopped on the bank, and observed it attentively. Nothing appeared. There was some mystery there."}, {"quote": "\u201cI do not think so,", "context": "\u201d he asked.\n\nThe dog bounded towards his master, seeming to be very uneasy, and then rushed again towards the bank. Then, all at once, he plunged into the lake.\n\n\u201cHere, Top!\u201d cried Cyrus Harding, who did not like his dog to venture into the treacherous water.\n\n\u201cWhat\u2019s happening down there?\u201d asked Pencroft, examining the surface of the lake.\n\n\u201cTop smells some amphibious creature,\u201d replied Herbert.\n\n\u201cAn alligator, perhaps,\u201d said the reporter.\n\n\u201cI do not think so,\u201d replied Harding. \u201cAlligators are only met with in regions less elevated in latitude.\u201d\n\nMeanwhile Top had returned at his master\u2019s call, and had regained the shore: but he could not stay quiet; he plunged in among the tall grass, and guided by instinct, he appeared to follow some invisible being which was slipping along under the surface of the water. However the water was calm; not a ripple disturbed its surface. Several times the settlers stopped on the bank, and observed it attentively. Nothing appeared. There was some mystery there."}, {"quote": "\u201cAlligators are only met with in regions less elevated in latitude.\u201d", "context": "The dog bounded towards his master, seeming to be very uneasy, and then rushed again towards the bank. Then, all at once, he plunged into the lake.\n\n\u201cHere, Top!\u201d cried Cyrus Harding, who did not like his dog to venture into the treacherous water.\n\n\u201cWhat\u2019s happening down there?\u201d asked Pencroft, examining the surface of the lake.\n\n\u201cTop smells some amphibious creature,\u201d replied Herbert.\n\n\u201cAn alligator, perhaps,\u201d said the reporter.\n\n\u201cI do not think so,\u201d replied Harding. \u201cAlligators are only met with in regions less elevated in latitude.\u201d\n\nMeanwhile Top had returned at his master\u2019s call, and had regained the shore: but he could not stay quiet; he plunged in among the tall grass, and guided by instinct, he appeared to follow some invisible being which was slipping along under the surface of the water. However the water was calm; not a ripple disturbed its surface. Several times the settlers stopped on the bank, and observed it attentively. Nothing appeared. There was some mystery there.\n\nThe engineer was puzzled.\n\n\u201cLet us pursue this exploration to the end"}, {"quote": "\u201cLet us pursue this exploration to the end,", "context": "\u201cAlligators are only met with in regions less elevated in latitude.\u201d\n\nMeanwhile Top had returned at his master\u2019s call, and had regained the shore: but he could not stay quiet; he plunged in among the tall grass, and guided by instinct, he appeared to follow some invisible being which was slipping along under the surface of the water. However the water was calm; not a ripple disturbed its surface. Several times the settlers stopped on the bank, and observed it attentively. Nothing appeared. There was some mystery there.\n\nThe engineer was puzzled.\n\n\u201cLet us pursue this exploration to the end,\u201d said he.\n\nHalf an hour after they had all arrived at the southeast angle of the lake, on Prospect Heights. At this point the examination of the banks of the lake was considered finished, and yet the engineer had not been able to discover how and where the waters were discharged. \u201cThere is no doubt this overflow exists,\u201d he repeated, \u201cand since it is not visible it must go through the granite cliff at the west!\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what importance do you attach to knowing that, my dear Cyrus?\u201d asked Gideon Spilett."}, {"quote": "\u201cThere is no doubt this overflow exists,", "context": "Meanwhile Top had returned at his master\u2019s call, and had regained the shore: but he could not stay quiet; he plunged in among the tall grass, and guided by instinct, he appeared to follow some invisible being which was slipping along under the surface of the water. However the water was calm; not a ripple disturbed its surface. Several times the settlers stopped on the bank, and observed it attentively. Nothing appeared. There was some mystery there.\n\nThe engineer was puzzled.\n\n\u201cLet us pursue this exploration to the end,\u201d said he.\n\nHalf an hour after they had all arrived at the southeast angle of the lake, on Prospect Heights. At this point the examination of the banks of the lake was considered finished, and yet the engineer had not been able to discover how and where the waters were discharged. \u201cThere is no doubt this overflow exists,\u201d he repeated, \u201cand since it is not visible it must go through the granite cliff at the west!\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what importance do you attach to knowing that, my dear Cyrus?\u201d asked Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cConsiderable importance,\u201d replied the engineer; \u201cfor if it flows through the cliff there is probably some cavity, which it would be easy to render habitable after turning away the water.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut is it not possible, captain, that the water flows away at the bottom of the lake,\u201d said Herbert,"}, {"quote": "\u201cand since it is not visible it must go through the granite cliff at the west!\u201d", "context": "Meanwhile Top had returned at his master\u2019s call, and had regained the shore: but he could not stay quiet; he plunged in among the tall grass, and guided by instinct, he appeared to follow some invisible being which was slipping along under the surface of the water. However the water was calm; not a ripple disturbed its surface. Several times the settlers stopped on the bank, and observed it attentively. Nothing appeared. There was some mystery there.\n\nThe engineer was puzzled.\n\n\u201cLet us pursue this exploration to the end,\u201d said he.\n\nHalf an hour after they had all arrived at the southeast angle of the lake, on Prospect Heights. At this point the examination of the banks of the lake was considered finished, and yet the engineer had not been able to discover how and where the waters were discharged. \u201cThere is no doubt this overflow exists,\u201d he repeated, \u201cand since it is not visible it must go through the granite cliff at the west!\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what importance do you attach to knowing that, my dear Cyrus?\u201d asked Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cConsiderable importance,\u201d replied the engineer; \u201cfor if it flows through the cliff there is probably some cavity, which it would be easy to render habitable after turning away the water.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut is it not possible, captain, that the water flows away at the bottom of the lake,\u201d said Herbert, \u201cand that it reaches the sea by some subterranean passage?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat might be,\u201d replied the engineer,"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut what importance do you attach to knowing that, my dear Cyrus?", "context": "The engineer was puzzled.\n\n\u201cLet us pursue this exploration to the end,\u201d said he.\n\nHalf an hour after they had all arrived at the southeast angle of the lake, on Prospect Heights. At this point the examination of the banks of the lake was considered finished, and yet the engineer had not been able to discover how and where the waters were discharged. \u201cThere is no doubt this overflow exists,\u201d he repeated, \u201cand since it is not visible it must go through the granite cliff at the west!\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what importance do you attach to knowing that, my dear Cyrus?\u201d asked Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cConsiderable importance,\u201d replied the engineer; \u201cfor if it flows through the cliff there is probably some cavity, which it would be easy to render habitable after turning away the water.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut is it not possible, captain, that the water flows away at the bottom of the lake,\u201d said Herbert, \u201cand that it reaches the sea by some subterranean passage?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat might be,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201cand should it be so we shall be obliged to build our house ourselves, since nature has not done it for us.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cConsiderable importance,", "context": "Half an hour after they had all arrived at the southeast angle of the lake, on Prospect Heights. At this point the examination of the banks of the lake was considered finished, and yet the engineer had not been able to discover how and where the waters were discharged. \u201cThere is no doubt this overflow exists,\u201d he repeated, \u201cand since it is not visible it must go through the granite cliff at the west!\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what importance do you attach to knowing that, my dear Cyrus?\u201d asked Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cConsiderable importance,\u201d replied the engineer; \u201cfor if it flows through the cliff there is probably some cavity, which it would be easy to render habitable after turning away the water.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut is it not possible, captain, that the water flows away at the bottom of the lake,\u201d said Herbert, \u201cand that it reaches the sea by some subterranean passage?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat might be,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201cand should it be so we shall be obliged to build our house ourselves, since nature has not done it for us.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cfor if it flows through the cliff there is probably some cavity, which it would be easy to render habitable after turning away the water.\u201d", "context": "Half an hour after they had all arrived at the southeast angle of the lake, on Prospect Heights. At this point the examination of the banks of the lake was considered finished, and yet the engineer had not been able to discover how and where the waters were discharged. \u201cThere is no doubt this overflow exists,\u201d he repeated, \u201cand since it is not visible it must go through the granite cliff at the west!\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what importance do you attach to knowing that, my dear Cyrus?\u201d asked Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cConsiderable importance,\u201d replied the engineer; \u201cfor if it flows through the cliff there is probably some cavity, which it would be easy to render habitable after turning away the water.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut is it not possible, captain, that the water flows away at the bottom of the lake,\u201d said Herbert, \u201cand that it reaches the sea by some subterranean passage?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat might be,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201cand should it be so we shall be obliged to build our house ourselves, since nature has not done it for us.\u201d\n\nThe colonists were about to begin to traverse the plateau to return to the Chimneys, when Top gave new signs of agitation. He barked with fury, and before his master could restrain him, he had plunged a second time into the lake."}, {"quote": "\u201cBut is it not possible, captain, that the water flows away at the bottom of the lake,", "context": "Half an hour after they had all arrived at the southeast angle of the lake, on Prospect Heights. At this point the examination of the banks of the lake was considered finished, and yet the engineer had not been able to discover how and where the waters were discharged. \u201cThere is no doubt this overflow exists,\u201d he repeated, \u201cand since it is not visible it must go through the granite cliff at the west!\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what importance do you attach to knowing that, my dear Cyrus?\u201d asked Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cConsiderable importance,\u201d replied the engineer; \u201cfor if it flows through the cliff there is probably some cavity, which it would be easy to render habitable after turning away the water.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut is it not possible, captain, that the water flows away at the bottom of the lake,\u201d said Herbert, \u201cand that it reaches the sea by some subterranean passage?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat might be,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201cand should it be so we shall be obliged to build our house ourselves, since nature has not done it for us.\u201d\n\nThe colonists were about to begin to traverse the plateau to return to the Chimneys, when Top gave new signs of agitation. He barked with fury, and before his master could restrain him, he had plunged a second time into the lake.\n\nAll ran towards the bank. The dog was already more than twenty feet off, and Cyrus was calling him back, when an enormous head emerged from the water, which did not appear to be deep in that place."}, {"quote": "\u201cand that it reaches the sea by some subterranean passage?\u201d", "context": "\u201cand since it is not visible it must go through the granite cliff at the west!\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what importance do you attach to knowing that, my dear Cyrus?\u201d asked Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cConsiderable importance,\u201d replied the engineer; \u201cfor if it flows through the cliff there is probably some cavity, which it would be easy to render habitable after turning away the water.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut is it not possible, captain, that the water flows away at the bottom of the lake,\u201d said Herbert, \u201cand that it reaches the sea by some subterranean passage?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat might be,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201cand should it be so we shall be obliged to build our house ourselves, since nature has not done it for us.\u201d\n\nThe colonists were about to begin to traverse the plateau to return to the Chimneys, when Top gave new signs of agitation. He barked with fury, and before his master could restrain him, he had plunged a second time into the lake.\n\nAll ran towards the bank. The dog was already more than twenty feet off, and Cyrus was calling him back, when an enormous head emerged from the water, which did not appear to be deep in that place."}, {"quote": "\u201cThat might be,", "context": "\u201cand since it is not visible it must go through the granite cliff at the west!\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what importance do you attach to knowing that, my dear Cyrus?\u201d asked Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cConsiderable importance,\u201d replied the engineer; \u201cfor if it flows through the cliff there is probably some cavity, which it would be easy to render habitable after turning away the water.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut is it not possible, captain, that the water flows away at the bottom of the lake,\u201d said Herbert, \u201cand that it reaches the sea by some subterranean passage?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat might be,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201cand should it be so we shall be obliged to build our house ourselves, since nature has not done it for us.\u201d\n\nThe colonists were about to begin to traverse the plateau to return to the Chimneys, when Top gave new signs of agitation. He barked with fury, and before his master could restrain him, he had plunged a second time into the lake.\n\nAll ran towards the bank. The dog was already more than twenty feet off, and Cyrus was calling him back, when an enormous head emerged from the water, which did not appear to be deep in that place."}, {"quote": "\u201cand should it be so we shall be obliged to build our house ourselves, since nature has not done it for us.\u201d", "context": "\u201cBut what importance do you attach to knowing that, my dear Cyrus?\u201d asked Gideon Spilett.\n\n\u201cConsiderable importance,\u201d replied the engineer; \u201cfor if it flows through the cliff there is probably some cavity, which it would be easy to render habitable after turning away the water.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut is it not possible, captain, that the water flows away at the bottom of the lake,\u201d said Herbert, \u201cand that it reaches the sea by some subterranean passage?\u201d\n\n\u201cThat might be,\u201d replied the engineer, \u201cand should it be so we shall be obliged to build our house ourselves, since nature has not done it for us.\u201d\n\nThe colonists were about to begin to traverse the plateau to return to the Chimneys, when Top gave new signs of agitation. He barked with fury, and before his master could restrain him, he had plunged a second time into the lake.\n\nAll ran towards the bank. The dog was already more than twenty feet off, and Cyrus was calling him back, when an enormous head emerged from the water, which did not appear to be deep in that place.\n\nHerbert recognized directly the species of amphibian to which the tapering head, with large eyes, and adorned with long silky mustaches, belonged."}, {"quote": "\u201cA lamantin!", "context": "The colonists were about to begin to traverse the plateau to return to the Chimneys, when Top gave new signs of agitation. He barked with fury, and before his master could restrain him, he had plunged a second time into the lake.\n\nAll ran towards the bank. The dog was already more than twenty feet off, and Cyrus was calling him back, when an enormous head emerged from the water, which did not appear to be deep in that place.\n\nHerbert recognized directly the species of amphibian to which the tapering head, with large eyes, and adorned with long silky mustaches, belonged.\n\n\u201cA lamantin!\u201d he cried.\n\nIt was not a lamantin, but one of that species of the order of cetaceans, which bear the name of the \u201cdugong,\u201d for its nostrils were open at the upper part of its snout. The enormous animal rushed on the dog, who tried to escape by returning towards the shore. His master could do nothing to save him, and before Gideon Spilett or Herbert thought of bending their bows, Top, seized by the dugong, had disappeared beneath the water."}, {"quote": "\u201cI ought to have told you: you see that region of the wood? \u2019tis forbidden ground. The Doctor will have none go there; and woe to the man who disobeyeth him! I may tell you,", "context": "I asked Ambrose why the man spoke not; he told me that he could not, being a mute. I asked whether he was so born. He told me, no, but that his tongue had been cut out for a punishment.\n\nCHAPTER XXI.\n\nTHE MANUSCRIPTS.\n\nI got up betimes on the morrow, being awakened by Ambrose; and, after breakfast, set out with him for the Cloisters.\n\nThe Secretary was very gloomy, and brooded in his mind. Nothing worth remark fell out on the way, until we came to the second wood, when, pointing to the right, Ambrose said:\n\n\u201cI ought to have told you: you see that region of the wood? \u2019tis forbidden ground. The Doctor will have none go there; and woe to the man who disobeyeth him! I may tell you,\u201d added he, \u201cthat a deadly swamp is there.\u201d\n\nI was silent for a moment; then I asked him:\n\n\u201cIs nothing there besides the swamp?\u201d\n\n\u201cI do not know,\u201d said he, looking at me strangely; and turned his head away.\n\nWe came to the trapdoor in the tall grasses; and, having descended and entered into the subterraneous hall, we set to work with the manuscripts. The script I had to make a fair copy of, was a treatise of philosophical ideas, being disposed in many several essays. The matter was profound, the style plain and perspicuous. I took these extracts following: -- "}, {"quote": "\u201cthat a deadly swamp is there.\u201d", "context": "I got up betimes on the morrow, being awakened by Ambrose; and, after breakfast, set out with him for the Cloisters.\n\nThe Secretary was very gloomy, and brooded in his mind. Nothing worth remark fell out on the way, until we came to the second wood, when, pointing to the right, Ambrose said:\n\n\u201cI ought to have told you: you see that region of the wood? \u2019tis forbidden ground. The Doctor will have none go there; and woe to the man who disobeyeth him! I may tell you,\u201d added he, \u201cthat a deadly swamp is there.\u201d\n\nI was silent for a moment; then I asked him:\n\n\u201cIs nothing there besides the swamp?\u201d\n\n\u201cI do not know,\u201d said he, looking at me strangely; and turned his head away.\n\nWe came to the trapdoor in the tall grasses; and, having descended and entered into the subterraneous hall, we set to work with the manuscripts. The script I had to make a fair copy of, was a treatise of philosophical ideas, being disposed in many several essays. The matter was profound, the style plain and perspicuous. I took these extracts following: -- "}, {"quote": "\u201cIs nothing there besides the swamp?\u201d", "context": "The Secretary was very gloomy, and brooded in his mind. Nothing worth remark fell out on the way, until we came to the second wood, when, pointing to the right, Ambrose said:\n\n\u201cI ought to have told you: you see that region of the wood? \u2019tis forbidden ground. The Doctor will have none go there; and woe to the man who disobeyeth him! I may tell you,\u201d added he, \u201cthat a deadly swamp is there.\u201d\n\nI was silent for a moment; then I asked him:\n\n\u201cIs nothing there besides the swamp?\u201d\n\n\u201cI do not know,\u201d said he, looking at me strangely; and turned his head away.\n\nWe came to the trapdoor in the tall grasses; and, having descended and entered into the subterraneous hall, we set to work with the manuscripts. The script I had to make a fair copy of, was a treatise of philosophical ideas, being disposed in many several essays. The matter was profound, the style plain and perspicuous. I took these extracts following: -- \n\n(1) The body is the shadow of the soul. It is but the state, or medium, whereby immature souls know and are known of one another."}, {"quote": "\u201cI do not know,", "context": "The Secretary was very gloomy, and brooded in his mind. Nothing worth remark fell out on the way, until we came to the second wood, when, pointing to the right, Ambrose said:\n\n\u201cI ought to have told you: you see that region of the wood? \u2019tis forbidden ground. The Doctor will have none go there; and woe to the man who disobeyeth him! I may tell you,\u201d added he, \u201cthat a deadly swamp is there.\u201d\n\nI was silent for a moment; then I asked him:\n\n\u201cIs nothing there besides the swamp?\u201d\n\n\u201cI do not know,\u201d said he, looking at me strangely; and turned his head away.\n\nWe came to the trapdoor in the tall grasses; and, having descended and entered into the subterraneous hall, we set to work with the manuscripts. The script I had to make a fair copy of, was a treatise of philosophical ideas, being disposed in many several essays. The matter was profound, the style plain and perspicuous. I took these extracts following: -- \n\n(1) The body is the shadow of the soul. It is but the state, or medium, whereby immature souls know and are known of one another."}, {"quote": "\"T^5S<r iRs^ :.*; -\"s^", "context": "But before reaching the flagstaff and the group of Crimean guns that threaten the University from their height, she sat down on a bench and stayed there motionless awhile. From here she overlooked the whole park. Behind her curved the topmost terrace, with its stone balustrade and its crown of steep French roofs. Below, lay the level murkiness where moving water was, and captive wild birds uttered disturbing cries. Triple globes marked where the new granite bridge spanned the Kelvin, and in places a paij; of yellow lamps showed how a cab threaded one^of^lhejKider^^ays. It was a little world to itself, shut in iSd^stuporose. Bjat beyond it to the south, where a brilliant segment^ lig^ marked its con- fines, Joanna could see where tihe real world began. Nay, she could hear, coming from the Clyde across all that distance yet as if it were the beating of her own heart the dull, steady pounding of the yards. \n\nBut when the first quiverings of pleasure were subsided, the beauty and pathos of her surroimdings became a trouble to her, and she wondered, as she had wondered countless times before, why this should be. Why was she not content simply to admire and enjoy loveliness when she had perceived it?* Why must she suffer from the desire, herself, to be or do some \n\n*^,-*<*r^<c> \"T^5S<r iRs^ :.*; -\"s^r zzsc^ \n\nP^^ \"' y ,\" < ft^-' \n\n/,^>w' -'v >-r *'**- ^rs^rar '\",^*'\u00ab#r^ \n\n'ir^ ^ '^'\u2022\u00ab'- -^'V jK-jt ';^.'^<j,\u00abai -v Ti^rr -\u2022\" m ' v i - - .i^ - ^ >\u00bb jg-i \u25a0 - j \n\nill' ^ ^ \n\n'-*- y^^^^r-!?^ a ier -'*5r-''^*^ca 21c ns-kas. :& 33 "}, {"quote": "\"' y ,", "context": "But when the first quiverings of pleasure were subsided, the beauty and pathos of her surroimdings became a trouble to her, and she wondered, as she had wondered countless times before, why this should be. Why was she not content simply to admire and enjoy loveliness when she had perceived it?* Why must she suffer from the desire, herself, to be or do some \n\n*^,-*<*r^<c> \"T^5S<r iRs^ :.*; -\"s^r zzsc^ \n\nP^^ \"' y ,\" < ft^-' \n\n/,^>w' -'v >-r *'**- ^rs^rar '\",^*'\u00ab#r^ \n\n'ir^ ^ '^'\u2022\u00ab'- -^'V jK-jt ';^.'^<j,\u00abai -v Ti^rr -\u2022\" m ' v i - - .i^ - ^ >\u00bb jg-i \u25a0 - j \n\nill' ^ ^ \n\n'-*- y^^^^r-!?^ a ier -'*5r-''^*^ca 21c ns-kas. :& 33 "}, {"quote": "\"The Talking-Cricket was right. I did wrong to rebel against my papa and to run away from home. If my papa were here I should not now be dying of yawning! Oh! what a dreadful illness hunger is!\"", "context": "He then began to run about the room, searching in the drawers and in every imaginable place, in hopes of finding a bit of bread. If it was only a bit of dry bread, a crust, a bone left by a dog, a little moldy pudding of Indian corn, a fish bone, a cherry stone -- in fact, anything that he could gnaw. But he could find nothing, nothing at all, absolutely nothing.\n\nAnd in the meanwhile his hunger grew and grew. Poor Pinocchio had no other relief than yawning, and his yawns were so tremendous that sometimes his mouth almost reached his ears. And after he had yawned he spluttered and felt as if he were going to faint.\n\nThen he began to cry desperately, and he said:\n\n\"The Talking-Cricket was right. I did wrong to rebel against my papa and to run away from home. If my papa were here I should not now be dying of yawning! Oh! what a dreadful illness hunger is!\"\n\nJust then he thought he saw something in the dust-heap -- something round and white that looked like a hen's egg. To give a spring and seize hold of it was the affair of a moment. It was indeed an egg.\n\nPinocchio's joy was beyond description. Almost believing it must be a dream he kept turning the egg over in his hands, feeling it and kissing it. And as he kissed it he said:\n\n\"And now, how shall I cook it? Shall I make an omelet? No, it would be better to cook it in a saucer! Or would it not be more savory to fry it in the frying-pan? Or shall I simply boil it? No, the quickest way of all is to cook it in a saucer: I am in such a hurry to eat it!\""}, {"quote": "\"And now, how shall I cook it? Shall I make an omelet? No, it would be better to cook it in a saucer! Or would it not be more savory to fry it in the frying-pan? Or shall I simply boil it? No, the quickest way of all is to cook it in a saucer: I am in such a hurry to eat it!\"", "context": "\"The Talking-Cricket was right. I did wrong to rebel against my papa and to run away from home. If my papa were here I should not now be dying of yawning! Oh! what a dreadful illness hunger is!\"\n\nJust then he thought he saw something in the dust-heap -- something round and white that looked like a hen's egg. To give a spring and seize hold of it was the affair of a moment. It was indeed an egg.\n\nPinocchio's joy was beyond description. Almost believing it must be a dream he kept turning the egg over in his hands, feeling it and kissing it. And as he kissed it he said:\n\n\"And now, how shall I cook it? Shall I make an omelet? No, it would be better to cook it in a saucer! Or would it not be more savory to fry it in the frying-pan? Or shall I simply boil it? No, the quickest way of all is to cook it in a saucer: I am in such a hurry to eat it!\"\n\nWithout loss of time he placed an earthenware saucer on a brazier full of red-hot embers. Into the saucer instead of oil or butter he poured a little water; and when the water began to smoke, tac! he broke the egg-shell over it and let the contents drop in. But, instead of the white and the yolk a little chicken popped out very gay and polite. Making a beautiful courtesy it said to him:\n\n\"A thousand thanks, Master Pinocchio, for saving me the trouble of breaking the shell. Adieu until we meet again. Keep well, and my best compliments to all at home!\""}, {"quote": "\"A thousand thanks, Master Pinocchio, for saving me the trouble of breaking the shell. Adieu until we meet again. Keep well, and my best compliments to all at home!\"", "context": "\"And now, how shall I cook it? Shall I make an omelet? No, it would be better to cook it in a saucer! Or would it not be more savory to fry it in the frying-pan? Or shall I simply boil it? No, the quickest way of all is to cook it in a saucer: I am in such a hurry to eat it!\"\n\nWithout loss of time he placed an earthenware saucer on a brazier full of red-hot embers. Into the saucer instead of oil or butter he poured a little water; and when the water began to smoke, tac! he broke the egg-shell over it and let the contents drop in. But, instead of the white and the yolk a little chicken popped out very gay and polite. Making a beautiful courtesy it said to him:\n\n\"A thousand thanks, Master Pinocchio, for saving me the trouble of breaking the shell. Adieu until we meet again. Keep well, and my best compliments to all at home!\"\n\nThus saying, it spread its wings, darted through the open window and, flying away, was lost to sight.\n\nThe poor puppet stood as if he had been bewitched, with his eyes fixed, his mouth open, and the egg-shell in his hand. Recovering, however, from his first stupefaction, he began to cry and scream, and to stamp his feet on the floor in desperation, and amidst his sobs he said:\n\n\"Ah, indeed, the Talking-Cricket was right. If I had not run away from home, and if my papa were here, I should not now be dying of hunger! Oh! what a dreadful illness hunger is!\""}, {"quote": "\"Ah, indeed, the Talking-Cricket was right. If I had not run away from home, and if my papa were here, I should not now be dying of hunger! Oh! what a dreadful illness hunger is!\"", "context": "\"A thousand thanks, Master Pinocchio, for saving me the trouble of breaking the shell. Adieu until we meet again. Keep well, and my best compliments to all at home!\"\n\nThus saying, it spread its wings, darted through the open window and, flying away, was lost to sight.\n\nThe poor puppet stood as if he had been bewitched, with his eyes fixed, his mouth open, and the egg-shell in his hand. Recovering, however, from his first stupefaction, he began to cry and scream, and to stamp his feet on the floor in desperation, and amidst his sobs he said:\n\n\"Ah, indeed, the Talking-Cricket was right. If I had not run away from home, and if my papa were here, I should not now be dying of hunger! Oh! what a dreadful illness hunger is!\"\n\nAnd, as his stomach cried out more than ever and he did not know how to quiet it, he thought he would leave the house and make an excursion in the neighborhood in hopes of finding some charitable person who would give him a piece of bread.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nCHAPTER VI\n\nPINOCCHIO'S FEET BURN TO CINDERS\n\nIt was a wild and stormy night. The thunder was tremendous and the lightning so vivid that the sky seemed on fire.\n\nPinocchio had a great fear of thunder, but hunger was stronger than fear. He therefore closed the house door and made a rush for the village, which he reached in a hundred bounds, with his tongue hanging out and panting for breath like a dog after game."}, {"quote": "\u201cThere can be no sort of doubt, Catherine, that our good friend and neighbor has heard, probably from the servants, of what has happened; and (having her husband to consider -- men are so weak!) has drawn her own conclusions. If she trusts our fascinating governess, it\u2019s because she knows that Miss Westerfield\u2019s affections are left behind her in this house. Does my explanation satisfy you?\u201d", "context": "Of the result of this proceeding it was not possible to entertain a doubt.\n\nSydney\u2019s love for Kitty would hesitate at no sacrifice; and Mrs. MacEdwin\u2019s conduct had already answered for her. She had received the governess with the utmost kindness, and she had generously and delicately refrained from asking any questions. But one person at Mount Morven thought it necessary to investigate the motives under which she had acted. Mrs. Presty\u2019s inquiring mind arrived at discoveries; and Mrs. Presty\u2019s sense of duty communicated them to her daughter.\n\n\u201cThere can be no sort of doubt, Catherine, that our good friend and neighbor has heard, probably from the servants, of what has happened; and (having her husband to consider -- men are so weak!) has drawn her own conclusions. If she trusts our fascinating governess, it\u2019s because she knows that Miss Westerfield\u2019s affections are left behind her in this house. Does my explanation satisfy you?\u201d\n\nMrs. Linley said: \u201cNever let me hear it again!\u201d\n\nAnd Mrs. Presty answered: \u201cHow very ungrateful!\u201d\n\nThe dreary interval of expectation, after the departure of the carriage, was brightened by a domestic event.\n\nThinking it possible that Mrs. Presty might know why her husband had left the house, Mrs. Linley sent to ask for information. The message in reply informed her that Linley had received a telegram announcing Randal\u2019s return from London. He had gone to the railway station to meet his brother."}, {"quote": "\u201cNever let me hear it again!\u201d", "context": "Sydney\u2019s love for Kitty would hesitate at no sacrifice; and Mrs. MacEdwin\u2019s conduct had already answered for her. She had received the governess with the utmost kindness, and she had generously and delicately refrained from asking any questions. But one person at Mount Morven thought it necessary to investigate the motives under which she had acted. Mrs. Presty\u2019s inquiring mind arrived at discoveries; and Mrs. Presty\u2019s sense of duty communicated them to her daughter.\n\n\u201cThere can be no sort of doubt, Catherine, that our good friend and neighbor has heard, probably from the servants, of what has happened; and (having her husband to consider -- men are so weak!) has drawn her own conclusions. If she trusts our fascinating governess, it\u2019s because she knows that Miss Westerfield\u2019s affections are left behind her in this house. Does my explanation satisfy you?\u201d\n\nMrs. Linley said: \u201cNever let me hear it again!\u201d\n\nAnd Mrs. Presty answered: \u201cHow very ungrateful!\u201d\n\nThe dreary interval of expectation, after the departure of the carriage, was brightened by a domestic event.\n\nThinking it possible that Mrs. Presty might know why her husband had left the house, Mrs. Linley sent to ask for information. The message in reply informed her that Linley had received a telegram announcing Randal\u2019s return from London. He had gone to the railway station to meet his brother.\n\nBefore she went downstairs to welcome Randal, Mrs. Linley paused to consider her situation. The one alternative before her was to acknowledge at the first opportunity that she had assumed the serious responsibility of sending for Sydney Westerfield. For the first time in her life, Catherine Linley found herself planning beforehand what she would say to her husband."}, {"quote": "\u201cHow very ungrateful!\u201d", "context": "\u201cThere can be no sort of doubt, Catherine, that our good friend and neighbor has heard, probably from the servants, of what has happened; and (having her husband to consider -- men are so weak!) has drawn her own conclusions. If she trusts our fascinating governess, it\u2019s because she knows that Miss Westerfield\u2019s affections are left behind her in this house. Does my explanation satisfy you?\u201d\n\nMrs. Linley said: \u201cNever let me hear it again!\u201d\n\nAnd Mrs. Presty answered: \u201cHow very ungrateful!\u201d\n\nThe dreary interval of expectation, after the departure of the carriage, was brightened by a domestic event.\n\nThinking it possible that Mrs. Presty might know why her husband had left the house, Mrs. Linley sent to ask for information. The message in reply informed her that Linley had received a telegram announcing Randal\u2019s return from London. He had gone to the railway station to meet his brother.\n\nBefore she went downstairs to welcome Randal, Mrs. Linley paused to consider her situation. The one alternative before her was to acknowledge at the first opportunity that she had assumed the serious responsibility of sending for Sydney Westerfield. For the first time in her life, Catherine Linley found herself planning beforehand what she would say to her husband."}, {"quote": "\u201cI don\u2019t remember,", "context": "Linley was sitting in a corner by himself. The dreadful discovery that the child\u2019s life (by the doctor\u2019s confession) was in danger had completely overwhelmed him: he had never even lifted his head when his wife opened the door. Randal and Mrs. Presty were talking together. The old lady\u2019s insatiable curiosity was eager for news from London: she wanted to know how Randal had amused himself when he was not attending to business.\n\nHe was grieving for Kitty; and he was looking sadly at his brother. \u201cI don\u2019t remember,\u201d he answered, absently. Other women might have discovered that they had chosen their time badly. Mrs. Presty, with the best possible intentions, remonstrated.\n\n\u201cReally, Randal, you must rouse yourself. Surely you can tell us something. Did you meet with any agreeable people, while you were away?\u201d\n\n\u201cI met one person who interested me,\u201d he said, with weary resignation.\n\nMrs. Presty smiled. \u201cA woman, of course!\u201d\n\n\u201cA man,\u201d Randal answered;"}, {"quote": "\u201cReally, Randal, you must rouse yourself. Surely you can tell us something. Did you meet with any agreeable people, while you were away?\u201d", "context": "Linley was sitting in a corner by himself. The dreadful discovery that the child\u2019s life (by the doctor\u2019s confession) was in danger had completely overwhelmed him: he had never even lifted his head when his wife opened the door. Randal and Mrs. Presty were talking together. The old lady\u2019s insatiable curiosity was eager for news from London: she wanted to know how Randal had amused himself when he was not attending to business.\n\nHe was grieving for Kitty; and he was looking sadly at his brother. \u201cI don\u2019t remember,\u201d he answered, absently. Other women might have discovered that they had chosen their time badly. Mrs. Presty, with the best possible intentions, remonstrated.\n\n\u201cReally, Randal, you must rouse yourself. Surely you can tell us something. Did you meet with any agreeable people, while you were away?\u201d\n\n\u201cI met one person who interested me,\u201d he said, with weary resignation.\n\nMrs. Presty smiled. \u201cA woman, of course!\u201d\n\n\u201cA man,\u201d Randal answered; \u201ca guest like myself at a club dinner.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d\n\n\u201cCaptain Bennydeck.\u201d\n\n\u201cIn the army?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo: formerly in the navy.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you and he had a long talk together?\u201d\n\nRandal\u2019s tones began to betray irritation. \u201cNo,\u201d he said \u201cthe Captain went away early.\u201d\n\nMrs. Presty\u2019s vigorous intellect discovered an improbability here."}, {"quote": "\u201cI met one person who interested me,", "context": "Linley was sitting in a corner by himself. The dreadful discovery that the child\u2019s life (by the doctor\u2019s confession) was in danger had completely overwhelmed him: he had never even lifted his head when his wife opened the door. Randal and Mrs. Presty were talking together. The old lady\u2019s insatiable curiosity was eager for news from London: she wanted to know how Randal had amused himself when he was not attending to business.\n\nHe was grieving for Kitty; and he was looking sadly at his brother. \u201cI don\u2019t remember,\u201d he answered, absently. Other women might have discovered that they had chosen their time badly. Mrs. Presty, with the best possible intentions, remonstrated.\n\n\u201cReally, Randal, you must rouse yourself. Surely you can tell us something. Did you meet with any agreeable people, while you were away?\u201d\n\n\u201cI met one person who interested me,\u201d he said, with weary resignation.\n\nMrs. Presty smiled. \u201cA woman, of course!\u201d\n\n\u201cA man,\u201d Randal answered; \u201ca guest like myself at a club dinner.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d\n\n\u201cCaptain Bennydeck.\u201d\n\n\u201cIn the army?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo: formerly in the navy.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you and he had a long talk together?\u201d\n\nRandal\u2019s tones began to betray irritation. \u201cNo,\u201d he said \u201cthe Captain went away early.\u201d\n\nMrs. Presty\u2019s vigorous intellect discovered an improbability here."}, {"quote": "\u201cA woman, of course!\u201d", "context": "He was grieving for Kitty; and he was looking sadly at his brother. \u201cI don\u2019t remember,\u201d he answered, absently. Other women might have discovered that they had chosen their time badly. Mrs. Presty, with the best possible intentions, remonstrated.\n\n\u201cReally, Randal, you must rouse yourself. Surely you can tell us something. Did you meet with any agreeable people, while you were away?\u201d\n\n\u201cI met one person who interested me,\u201d he said, with weary resignation.\n\nMrs. Presty smiled. \u201cA woman, of course!\u201d\n\n\u201cA man,\u201d Randal answered; \u201ca guest like myself at a club dinner.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d\n\n\u201cCaptain Bennydeck.\u201d\n\n\u201cIn the army?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo: formerly in the navy.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you and he had a long talk together?\u201d\n\nRandal\u2019s tones began to betray irritation. \u201cNo,\u201d he said \u201cthe Captain went away early.\u201d\n\nMrs. Presty\u2019s vigorous intellect discovered an improbability here. \u201cThen how came you to feel interested in him?\u201d she objected.\n\nEven Randal\u2019s patience gave way."}, {"quote": "\u201ca guest like myself at a club dinner.\u201d", "context": "\u201d he answered, absently. Other women might have discovered that they had chosen their time badly. Mrs. Presty, with the best possible intentions, remonstrated.\n\n\u201cReally, Randal, you must rouse yourself. Surely you can tell us something. Did you meet with any agreeable people, while you were away?\u201d\n\n\u201cI met one person who interested me,\u201d he said, with weary resignation.\n\nMrs. Presty smiled. \u201cA woman, of course!\u201d\n\n\u201cA man,\u201d Randal answered; \u201ca guest like myself at a club dinner.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d\n\n\u201cCaptain Bennydeck.\u201d\n\n\u201cIn the army?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo: formerly in the navy.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you and he had a long talk together?\u201d\n\nRandal\u2019s tones began to betray irritation. \u201cNo,\u201d he said \u201cthe Captain went away early.\u201d\n\nMrs. Presty\u2019s vigorous intellect discovered an improbability here. \u201cThen how came you to feel interested in him?\u201d she objected.\n\nEven Randal\u2019s patience gave way. \u201cI can\u2019t account for it,\u201d he said sharply."}, {"quote": "\u201cCaptain Bennydeck.\u201d", "context": "\u201d he answered, absently. Other women might have discovered that they had chosen their time badly. Mrs. Presty, with the best possible intentions, remonstrated.\n\n\u201cReally, Randal, you must rouse yourself. Surely you can tell us something. Did you meet with any agreeable people, while you were away?\u201d\n\n\u201cI met one person who interested me,\u201d he said, with weary resignation.\n\nMrs. Presty smiled. \u201cA woman, of course!\u201d\n\n\u201cA man,\u201d Randal answered; \u201ca guest like myself at a club dinner.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d\n\n\u201cCaptain Bennydeck.\u201d\n\n\u201cIn the army?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo: formerly in the navy.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you and he had a long talk together?\u201d\n\nRandal\u2019s tones began to betray irritation. \u201cNo,\u201d he said \u201cthe Captain went away early.\u201d\n\nMrs. Presty\u2019s vigorous intellect discovered an improbability here. \u201cThen how came you to feel interested in him?\u201d she objected.\n\nEven Randal\u2019s patience gave way. \u201cI can\u2019t account for it,\u201d he said sharply. \u201cI only know I took a liking to Captain Bennydeck"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo: formerly in the navy.\u201d", "context": "\u201d he answered, absently. Other women might have discovered that they had chosen their time badly. Mrs. Presty, with the best possible intentions, remonstrated.\n\n\u201cReally, Randal, you must rouse yourself. Surely you can tell us something. Did you meet with any agreeable people, while you were away?\u201d\n\n\u201cI met one person who interested me,\u201d he said, with weary resignation.\n\nMrs. Presty smiled. \u201cA woman, of course!\u201d\n\n\u201cA man,\u201d Randal answered; \u201ca guest like myself at a club dinner.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d\n\n\u201cCaptain Bennydeck.\u201d\n\n\u201cIn the army?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo: formerly in the navy.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you and he had a long talk together?\u201d\n\nRandal\u2019s tones began to betray irritation. \u201cNo,\u201d he said \u201cthe Captain went away early.\u201d\n\nMrs. Presty\u2019s vigorous intellect discovered an improbability here. \u201cThen how came you to feel interested in him?\u201d she objected.\n\nEven Randal\u2019s patience gave way. \u201cI can\u2019t account for it,\u201d he said sharply. \u201cI only know I took a liking to Captain Bennydeck.\u201d He left Mrs. Presty and sat down by his brother."}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd you and he had a long talk together?\u201d", "context": "\u201d he answered, absently. Other women might have discovered that they had chosen their time badly. Mrs. Presty, with the best possible intentions, remonstrated.\n\n\u201cReally, Randal, you must rouse yourself. Surely you can tell us something. Did you meet with any agreeable people, while you were away?\u201d\n\n\u201cI met one person who interested me,\u201d he said, with weary resignation.\n\nMrs. Presty smiled. \u201cA woman, of course!\u201d\n\n\u201cA man,\u201d Randal answered; \u201ca guest like myself at a club dinner.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d\n\n\u201cCaptain Bennydeck.\u201d\n\n\u201cIn the army?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo: formerly in the navy.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you and he had a long talk together?\u201d\n\nRandal\u2019s tones began to betray irritation. \u201cNo,\u201d he said \u201cthe Captain went away early.\u201d\n\nMrs. Presty\u2019s vigorous intellect discovered an improbability here. \u201cThen how came you to feel interested in him?\u201d she objected.\n\nEven Randal\u2019s patience gave way. \u201cI can\u2019t account for it,\u201d he said sharply. \u201cI only know I took a liking to Captain Bennydeck.\u201d He left Mrs. Presty and sat down by his brother. \u201cYou know I feel for you"}, {"quote": "\u201cthe Captain went away early.\u201d", "context": "\u201cReally, Randal, you must rouse yourself. Surely you can tell us something. Did you meet with any agreeable people, while you were away?\u201d\n\n\u201cI met one person who interested me,\u201d he said, with weary resignation.\n\nMrs. Presty smiled. \u201cA woman, of course!\u201d\n\n\u201cA man,\u201d Randal answered; \u201ca guest like myself at a club dinner.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d\n\n\u201cCaptain Bennydeck.\u201d\n\n\u201cIn the army?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo: formerly in the navy.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you and he had a long talk together?\u201d\n\nRandal\u2019s tones began to betray irritation. \u201cNo,\u201d he said \u201cthe Captain went away early.\u201d\n\nMrs. Presty\u2019s vigorous intellect discovered an improbability here. \u201cThen how came you to feel interested in him?\u201d she objected.\n\nEven Randal\u2019s patience gave way. \u201cI can\u2019t account for it,\u201d he said sharply. \u201cI only know I took a liking to Captain Bennydeck.\u201d He left Mrs. Presty and sat down by his brother. \u201cYou know I feel for you,\u201d he said, taking Linley\u2019s hand. \u201cTry to hope.\u201d\n\nThe bitterness of the father\u2019s despair broke out in his answer. \u201cI can bear other troubles, Randal, as well as most men. This affliction revolts me. There\u2019s something so horribly unnatural in the child being threatened by death, while the parents (who should die first) are alive and well -- \u201d He checked himself."}, {"quote": "\u201cThen how came you to feel interested in him?", "context": "\u201d he said, with weary resignation.\n\nMrs. Presty smiled. \u201cA woman, of course!\u201d\n\n\u201cA man,\u201d Randal answered; \u201ca guest like myself at a club dinner.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d\n\n\u201cCaptain Bennydeck.\u201d\n\n\u201cIn the army?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo: formerly in the navy.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you and he had a long talk together?\u201d\n\nRandal\u2019s tones began to betray irritation. \u201cNo,\u201d he said \u201cthe Captain went away early.\u201d\n\nMrs. Presty\u2019s vigorous intellect discovered an improbability here. \u201cThen how came you to feel interested in him?\u201d she objected.\n\nEven Randal\u2019s patience gave way. \u201cI can\u2019t account for it,\u201d he said sharply. \u201cI only know I took a liking to Captain Bennydeck.\u201d He left Mrs. Presty and sat down by his brother. \u201cYou know I feel for you,\u201d he said, taking Linley\u2019s hand. \u201cTry to hope.\u201d\n\nThe bitterness of the father\u2019s despair broke out in his answer. \u201cI can bear other troubles, Randal, as well as most men. This affliction revolts me. There\u2019s something so horribly unnatural in the child being threatened by death, while the parents (who should die first) are alive and well -- \u201d He checked himself."}, {"quote": "\u201cI can\u2019t account for it,", "context": "\u201cA man,\u201d Randal answered; \u201ca guest like myself at a club dinner.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d\n\n\u201cCaptain Bennydeck.\u201d\n\n\u201cIn the army?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo: formerly in the navy.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you and he had a long talk together?\u201d\n\nRandal\u2019s tones began to betray irritation. \u201cNo,\u201d he said \u201cthe Captain went away early.\u201d\n\nMrs. Presty\u2019s vigorous intellect discovered an improbability here. \u201cThen how came you to feel interested in him?\u201d she objected.\n\nEven Randal\u2019s patience gave way. \u201cI can\u2019t account for it,\u201d he said sharply. \u201cI only know I took a liking to Captain Bennydeck.\u201d He left Mrs. Presty and sat down by his brother. \u201cYou know I feel for you,\u201d he said, taking Linley\u2019s hand. \u201cTry to hope.\u201d\n\nThe bitterness of the father\u2019s despair broke out in his answer. \u201cI can bear other troubles, Randal, as well as most men. This affliction revolts me. There\u2019s something so horribly unnatural in the child being threatened by death, while the parents (who should die first) are alive and well -- \u201d He checked himself."}, {"quote": "\u201cI only know I took a liking to Captain Bennydeck.", "context": "\u201cWho is he?\u201d\n\n\u201cCaptain Bennydeck.\u201d\n\n\u201cIn the army?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo: formerly in the navy.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you and he had a long talk together?\u201d\n\nRandal\u2019s tones began to betray irritation. \u201cNo,\u201d he said \u201cthe Captain went away early.\u201d\n\nMrs. Presty\u2019s vigorous intellect discovered an improbability here. \u201cThen how came you to feel interested in him?\u201d she objected.\n\nEven Randal\u2019s patience gave way. \u201cI can\u2019t account for it,\u201d he said sharply. \u201cI only know I took a liking to Captain Bennydeck.\u201d He left Mrs. Presty and sat down by his brother. \u201cYou know I feel for you,\u201d he said, taking Linley\u2019s hand. \u201cTry to hope.\u201d\n\nThe bitterness of the father\u2019s despair broke out in his answer. \u201cI can bear other troubles, Randal, as well as most men. This affliction revolts me. There\u2019s something so horribly unnatural in the child being threatened by death, while the parents (who should die first) are alive and well -- \u201d He checked himself."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou know I feel for you,", "context": "\u201cAnd you and he had a long talk together?\u201d\n\nRandal\u2019s tones began to betray irritation. \u201cNo,\u201d he said \u201cthe Captain went away early.\u201d\n\nMrs. Presty\u2019s vigorous intellect discovered an improbability here. \u201cThen how came you to feel interested in him?\u201d she objected.\n\nEven Randal\u2019s patience gave way. \u201cI can\u2019t account for it,\u201d he said sharply. \u201cI only know I took a liking to Captain Bennydeck.\u201d He left Mrs. Presty and sat down by his brother. \u201cYou know I feel for you,\u201d he said, taking Linley\u2019s hand. \u201cTry to hope.\u201d\n\nThe bitterness of the father\u2019s despair broke out in his answer. \u201cI can bear other troubles, Randal, as well as most men. This affliction revolts me. There\u2019s something so horribly unnatural in the child being threatened by death, while the parents (who should die first) are alive and well -- \u201d He checked himself. \u201cI had better say no more, I shall only shock you.\u201d\n\nThe misery in his face wrung the faithful heart of his wife. She forgot the conciliatory expressions which she had prepared herself to use."}, {"quote": "\u201cI had better say no more, I shall only shock you.\u201d", "context": "\u201d He left Mrs. Presty and sat down by his brother. \u201cYou know I feel for you,\u201d he said, taking Linley\u2019s hand. \u201cTry to hope.\u201d\n\nThe bitterness of the father\u2019s despair broke out in his answer. \u201cI can bear other troubles, Randal, as well as most men. This affliction revolts me. There\u2019s something so horribly unnatural in the child being threatened by death, while the parents (who should die first) are alive and well -- \u201d He checked himself. \u201cI had better say no more, I shall only shock you.\u201d\n\nThe misery in his face wrung the faithful heart of his wife. She forgot the conciliatory expressions which she had prepared herself to use. \u201cHope, my dear, as Randal tells you,\u201d she said, \u201cbecause there is hope.\u201d\n\nHis face flushed, his dim eyes brightened. \u201cHas the doctor said it?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy haven\u2019t I been told of it before?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhen I sent for you, I heard that you had gone out.\u201d\n\nThe explanation passed by him unnoticed -- perhaps even unheard."}, {"quote": "\u201cHope, my dear, as Randal tells you,", "context": "The bitterness of the father\u2019s despair broke out in his answer. \u201cI can bear other troubles, Randal, as well as most men. This affliction revolts me. There\u2019s something so horribly unnatural in the child being threatened by death, while the parents (who should die first) are alive and well -- \u201d He checked himself. \u201cI had better say no more, I shall only shock you.\u201d\n\nThe misery in his face wrung the faithful heart of his wife. She forgot the conciliatory expressions which she had prepared herself to use. \u201cHope, my dear, as Randal tells you,\u201d she said, \u201cbecause there is hope.\u201d\n\nHis face flushed, his dim eyes brightened. \u201cHas the doctor said it?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy haven\u2019t I been told of it before?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhen I sent for you, I heard that you had gone out.\u201d\n\nThe explanation passed by him unnoticed -- perhaps even unheard. \u201cTell me what the doctor said,\u201d he insisted; \u201cI want it exactly, word for word.\u201d\n\nShe obeyed him to the letter.\n\nThe sinister change in his face, as the narrative proceeded was observed by both the other persons present, as well as by his wife. She waited for a kind word of encouragement. He only said, coldly:"}, {"quote": "\u201cbecause there is hope.\u201d", "context": "The bitterness of the father\u2019s despair broke out in his answer. \u201cI can bear other troubles, Randal, as well as most men. This affliction revolts me. There\u2019s something so horribly unnatural in the child being threatened by death, while the parents (who should die first) are alive and well -- \u201d He checked himself. \u201cI had better say no more, I shall only shock you.\u201d\n\nThe misery in his face wrung the faithful heart of his wife. She forgot the conciliatory expressions which she had prepared herself to use. \u201cHope, my dear, as Randal tells you,\u201d she said, \u201cbecause there is hope.\u201d\n\nHis face flushed, his dim eyes brightened. \u201cHas the doctor said it?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy haven\u2019t I been told of it before?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhen I sent for you, I heard that you had gone out.\u201d\n\nThe explanation passed by him unnoticed -- perhaps even unheard. \u201cTell me what the doctor said,\u201d he insisted; \u201cI want it exactly, word for word.\u201d\n\nShe obeyed him to the letter.\n\nThe sinister change in his face, as the narrative proceeded was observed by both the other persons present, as well as by his wife. She waited for a kind word of encouragement. He only said, coldly:"}, {"quote": "\u201cHas the doctor said it?", "context": "The bitterness of the father\u2019s despair broke out in his answer. \u201cI can bear other troubles, Randal, as well as most men. This affliction revolts me. There\u2019s something so horribly unnatural in the child being threatened by death, while the parents (who should die first) are alive and well -- \u201d He checked himself. \u201cI had better say no more, I shall only shock you.\u201d\n\nThe misery in his face wrung the faithful heart of his wife. She forgot the conciliatory expressions which she had prepared herself to use. \u201cHope, my dear, as Randal tells you,\u201d she said, \u201cbecause there is hope.\u201d\n\nHis face flushed, his dim eyes brightened. \u201cHas the doctor said it?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy haven\u2019t I been told of it before?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhen I sent for you, I heard that you had gone out.\u201d\n\nThe explanation passed by him unnoticed -- perhaps even unheard. \u201cTell me what the doctor said,\u201d he insisted; \u201cI want it exactly, word for word.\u201d\n\nShe obeyed him to the letter.\n\nThe sinister change in his face, as the narrative proceeded was observed by both the other persons present, as well as by his wife. She waited for a kind word of encouragement. He only said, coldly:"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhy haven\u2019t I been told of it before?\u201d", "context": "The bitterness of the father\u2019s despair broke out in his answer. \u201cI can bear other troubles, Randal, as well as most men. This affliction revolts me. There\u2019s something so horribly unnatural in the child being threatened by death, while the parents (who should die first) are alive and well -- \u201d He checked himself. \u201cI had better say no more, I shall only shock you.\u201d\n\nThe misery in his face wrung the faithful heart of his wife. She forgot the conciliatory expressions which she had prepared herself to use. \u201cHope, my dear, as Randal tells you,\u201d she said, \u201cbecause there is hope.\u201d\n\nHis face flushed, his dim eyes brightened. \u201cHas the doctor said it?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy haven\u2019t I been told of it before?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhen I sent for you, I heard that you had gone out.\u201d\n\nThe explanation passed by him unnoticed -- perhaps even unheard. \u201cTell me what the doctor said,\u201d he insisted; \u201cI want it exactly, word for word.\u201d\n\nShe obeyed him to the letter.\n\nThe sinister change in his face, as the narrative proceeded was observed by both the other persons present, as well as by his wife. She waited for a kind word of encouragement. He only said, coldly: \u201cWhat have you done?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhen I sent for you, I heard that you had gone out.\u201d", "context": "The bitterness of the father\u2019s despair broke out in his answer. \u201cI can bear other troubles, Randal, as well as most men. This affliction revolts me. There\u2019s something so horribly unnatural in the child being threatened by death, while the parents (who should die first) are alive and well -- \u201d He checked himself. \u201cI had better say no more, I shall only shock you.\u201d\n\nThe misery in his face wrung the faithful heart of his wife. She forgot the conciliatory expressions which she had prepared herself to use. \u201cHope, my dear, as Randal tells you,\u201d she said, \u201cbecause there is hope.\u201d\n\nHis face flushed, his dim eyes brightened. \u201cHas the doctor said it?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy haven\u2019t I been told of it before?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhen I sent for you, I heard that you had gone out.\u201d\n\nThe explanation passed by him unnoticed -- perhaps even unheard. \u201cTell me what the doctor said,\u201d he insisted; \u201cI want it exactly, word for word.\u201d\n\nShe obeyed him to the letter.\n\nThe sinister change in his face, as the narrative proceeded was observed by both the other persons present, as well as by his wife. She waited for a kind word of encouragement. He only said, coldly: \u201cWhat have you done?\u201d\n\nSpeaking coldly on her side, she answered: \u201cI have sent the carriage to fetch Miss Westerfield.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cTell me what the doctor said,", "context": "The misery in his face wrung the faithful heart of his wife. She forgot the conciliatory expressions which she had prepared herself to use. \u201cHope, my dear, as Randal tells you,\u201d she said, \u201cbecause there is hope.\u201d\n\nHis face flushed, his dim eyes brightened. \u201cHas the doctor said it?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy haven\u2019t I been told of it before?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhen I sent for you, I heard that you had gone out.\u201d\n\nThe explanation passed by him unnoticed -- perhaps even unheard. \u201cTell me what the doctor said,\u201d he insisted; \u201cI want it exactly, word for word.\u201d\n\nShe obeyed him to the letter.\n\nThe sinister change in his face, as the narrative proceeded was observed by both the other persons present, as well as by his wife. She waited for a kind word of encouragement. He only said, coldly: \u201cWhat have you done?\u201d\n\nSpeaking coldly on her side, she answered: \u201cI have sent the carriage to fetch Miss Westerfield.\u201d\n\nThere was a pause. Mrs. Presty whispered to Randal:"}, {"quote": "\u201cI want it exactly, word for word.\u201d", "context": "The misery in his face wrung the faithful heart of his wife. She forgot the conciliatory expressions which she had prepared herself to use. \u201cHope, my dear, as Randal tells you,\u201d she said, \u201cbecause there is hope.\u201d\n\nHis face flushed, his dim eyes brightened. \u201cHas the doctor said it?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy haven\u2019t I been told of it before?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhen I sent for you, I heard that you had gone out.\u201d\n\nThe explanation passed by him unnoticed -- perhaps even unheard. \u201cTell me what the doctor said,\u201d he insisted; \u201cI want it exactly, word for word.\u201d\n\nShe obeyed him to the letter.\n\nThe sinister change in his face, as the narrative proceeded was observed by both the other persons present, as well as by his wife. She waited for a kind word of encouragement. He only said, coldly: \u201cWhat have you done?\u201d\n\nSpeaking coldly on her side, she answered: \u201cI have sent the carriage to fetch Miss Westerfield.\u201d\n\nThere was a pause. Mrs. Presty whispered to Randal: \u201cI knew she would come back again! The Evil Genius of the family -- that\u2019s what I call Miss Westerfield. The name exactly fits her!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat have you done?\u201d", "context": "\u201cWhy haven\u2019t I been told of it before?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhen I sent for you, I heard that you had gone out.\u201d\n\nThe explanation passed by him unnoticed -- perhaps even unheard. \u201cTell me what the doctor said,\u201d he insisted; \u201cI want it exactly, word for word.\u201d\n\nShe obeyed him to the letter.\n\nThe sinister change in his face, as the narrative proceeded was observed by both the other persons present, as well as by his wife. She waited for a kind word of encouragement. He only said, coldly: \u201cWhat have you done?\u201d\n\nSpeaking coldly on her side, she answered: \u201cI have sent the carriage to fetch Miss Westerfield.\u201d\n\nThere was a pause. Mrs. Presty whispered to Randal: \u201cI knew she would come back again! The Evil Genius of the family -- that\u2019s what I call Miss Westerfield. The name exactly fits her!\u201d\n\nThe idea in Randal\u2019s mind was that the name exactly fitted Mrs. Presty. He made no reply; his eyes rested in sympathy on his sister-in-law. She saw, and felt, his kindness at a time when kindness was doubly precious. Her tones trembled a little as she spoke to her silent husband."}, {"quote": "\u201cI have sent the carriage to fetch Miss Westerfield.\u201d", "context": "The explanation passed by him unnoticed -- perhaps even unheard. \u201cTell me what the doctor said,\u201d he insisted; \u201cI want it exactly, word for word.\u201d\n\nShe obeyed him to the letter.\n\nThe sinister change in his face, as the narrative proceeded was observed by both the other persons present, as well as by his wife. She waited for a kind word of encouragement. He only said, coldly: \u201cWhat have you done?\u201d\n\nSpeaking coldly on her side, she answered: \u201cI have sent the carriage to fetch Miss Westerfield.\u201d\n\nThere was a pause. Mrs. Presty whispered to Randal: \u201cI knew she would come back again! The Evil Genius of the family -- that\u2019s what I call Miss Westerfield. The name exactly fits her!\u201d\n\nThe idea in Randal\u2019s mind was that the name exactly fitted Mrs. Presty. He made no reply; his eyes rested in sympathy on his sister-in-law. She saw, and felt, his kindness at a time when kindness was doubly precious. Her tones trembled a little as she spoke to her silent husband."}, {"quote": "\u201cI knew she would come back again! The Evil Genius of the family -- that\u2019s what I call Miss Westerfield. The name exactly fits her!\u201d", "context": "\u201cI want it exactly, word for word.\u201d\n\nShe obeyed him to the letter.\n\nThe sinister change in his face, as the narrative proceeded was observed by both the other persons present, as well as by his wife. She waited for a kind word of encouragement. He only said, coldly: \u201cWhat have you done?\u201d\n\nSpeaking coldly on her side, she answered: \u201cI have sent the carriage to fetch Miss Westerfield.\u201d\n\nThere was a pause. Mrs. Presty whispered to Randal: \u201cI knew she would come back again! The Evil Genius of the family -- that\u2019s what I call Miss Westerfield. The name exactly fits her!\u201d\n\nThe idea in Randal\u2019s mind was that the name exactly fitted Mrs. Presty. He made no reply; his eyes rested in sympathy on his sister-in-law. She saw, and felt, his kindness at a time when kindness was doubly precious. Her tones trembled a little as she spoke to her silent husband.\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t you approve of what I have done, Herbert?\u201d\n\nHis nerves were shattered by grief and suspense; but he made an effort this time to speak gently. \u201cHow can I say that"}, {"quote": "\u201cDon\u2019t you approve of what I have done, Herbert?\u201d", "context": "There was a pause. Mrs. Presty whispered to Randal: \u201cI knew she would come back again! The Evil Genius of the family -- that\u2019s what I call Miss Westerfield. The name exactly fits her!\u201d\n\nThe idea in Randal\u2019s mind was that the name exactly fitted Mrs. Presty. He made no reply; his eyes rested in sympathy on his sister-in-law. She saw, and felt, his kindness at a time when kindness was doubly precious. Her tones trembled a little as she spoke to her silent husband.\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t you approve of what I have done, Herbert?\u201d\n\nHis nerves were shattered by grief and suspense; but he made an effort this time to speak gently. \u201cHow can I say that,\u201d he replied, \u201cif the poor child\u2019s life depends on Miss Westerfield? I ask one favor -- give me time to leave the house before she comes here.\u201d\n\nMrs. Linley looked at him in amazement.\n\nHer mother touched her arm; Randal tried by a sign to warn her to be careful. Their calmer minds had seen what the wife\u2019s agitation had prevented her from discovering. In Linley\u2019s position, the return of the governess was a trial to his self-control which he had every reason to dread: his look, his voice, his manner proclaimed it to persons capable of quietly observing him. He had struggled against his guilty passion -- at what sacrifice of his own feelings no one knew but himself -- and here was the temptation, at the very time when he was honorably resisting it, brought back to him by his wife! Her motive did unquestionably excuse, perhaps even sanction, what she had done; but this was an estimate of her conduct which commended itself to others. From his point of view -- motive or no motive -- he saw the old struggle against himself in danger of being renewed; he felt the ground that he had gained slipping from under him already."}, {"quote": "\u201cHow can I say that,", "context": "\u201cI knew she would come back again! The Evil Genius of the family -- that\u2019s what I call Miss Westerfield. The name exactly fits her!\u201d\n\nThe idea in Randal\u2019s mind was that the name exactly fitted Mrs. Presty. He made no reply; his eyes rested in sympathy on his sister-in-law. She saw, and felt, his kindness at a time when kindness was doubly precious. Her tones trembled a little as she spoke to her silent husband.\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t you approve of what I have done, Herbert?\u201d\n\nHis nerves were shattered by grief and suspense; but he made an effort this time to speak gently. \u201cHow can I say that,\u201d he replied, \u201cif the poor child\u2019s life depends on Miss Westerfield? I ask one favor -- give me time to leave the house before she comes here.\u201d\n\nMrs. Linley looked at him in amazement.\n\nHer mother touched her arm; Randal tried by a sign to warn her to be careful. Their calmer minds had seen what the wife\u2019s agitation had prevented her from discovering. In Linley\u2019s position, the return of the governess was a trial to his self-control which he had every reason to dread: his look, his voice, his manner proclaimed it to persons capable of quietly observing him. He had struggled against his guilty passion -- at what sacrifice of his own feelings no one knew but himself -- and here was the temptation, at the very time when he was honorably resisting it, brought back to him by his wife! Her motive did unquestionably excuse, perhaps even sanction, what she had done; but this was an estimate of her conduct which commended itself to others. From his point of view -- motive or no motive -- he saw the old struggle against himself in danger of being renewed; he felt the ground that he had gained slipping from under him already."}, {"quote": "\u201cif the poor child\u2019s life depends on Miss Westerfield? I ask one favor -- give me time to leave the house before she comes here.\u201d", "context": "The idea in Randal\u2019s mind was that the name exactly fitted Mrs. Presty. He made no reply; his eyes rested in sympathy on his sister-in-law. She saw, and felt, his kindness at a time when kindness was doubly precious. Her tones trembled a little as she spoke to her silent husband.\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t you approve of what I have done, Herbert?\u201d\n\nHis nerves were shattered by grief and suspense; but he made an effort this time to speak gently. \u201cHow can I say that,\u201d he replied, \u201cif the poor child\u2019s life depends on Miss Westerfield? I ask one favor -- give me time to leave the house before she comes here.\u201d\n\nMrs. Linley looked at him in amazement.\n\nHer mother touched her arm; Randal tried by a sign to warn her to be careful. Their calmer minds had seen what the wife\u2019s agitation had prevented her from discovering. In Linley\u2019s position, the return of the governess was a trial to his self-control which he had every reason to dread: his look, his voice, his manner proclaimed it to persons capable of quietly observing him. He had struggled against his guilty passion -- at what sacrifice of his own feelings no one knew but himself -- and here was the temptation, at the very time when he was honorably resisting it, brought back to him by his wife! Her motive did unquestionably excuse, perhaps even sanction, what she had done; but this was an estimate of her conduct which commended itself to others. From his point of view -- motive or no motive -- he saw the old struggle against himself in danger of being renewed; he felt the ground that he had gained slipping from under him already."}, {"quote": "\u201cMiss Westerfield comes here,", "context": "Her mother touched her arm; Randal tried by a sign to warn her to be careful. Their calmer minds had seen what the wife\u2019s agitation had prevented her from discovering. In Linley\u2019s position, the return of the governess was a trial to his self-control which he had every reason to dread: his look, his voice, his manner proclaimed it to persons capable of quietly observing him. He had struggled against his guilty passion -- at what sacrifice of his own feelings no one knew but himself -- and here was the temptation, at the very time when he was honorably resisting it, brought back to him by his wife! Her motive did unquestionably excuse, perhaps even sanction, what she had done; but this was an estimate of her conduct which commended itself to others. From his point of view -- motive or no motive -- he saw the old struggle against himself in danger of being renewed; he felt the ground that he had gained slipping from under him already.\n\nIn spite of the well-meant efforts made by her relatives to prevent it, Mrs. Linley committed the very error which it was the most important that she should avoid. She justified herself, instead of leaving it to events to justify her. \u201cMiss Westerfield comes here,\u201d she argued, \u201con an errand that is beyond reproach -- an errand of mercy. Why should you leave the house?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn justice to you,\u201d Linley answered.\n\nMrs. Presty could restrain herself no longer. \u201cDrop it, Catherine!\u201d she said in a whisper.\n\nCatherine refused to drop it; Linley\u2019s short and sharp reply had irritated her. \u201cAfter my experience,\u201d she persisted, \u201chave I no reason to trust you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is part of your experience,\u201d he reminded her,"}, {"quote": "\u201con an errand that is beyond reproach -- an errand of mercy. Why should you leave the house?\u201d", "context": "Her mother touched her arm; Randal tried by a sign to warn her to be careful. Their calmer minds had seen what the wife\u2019s agitation had prevented her from discovering. In Linley\u2019s position, the return of the governess was a trial to his self-control which he had every reason to dread: his look, his voice, his manner proclaimed it to persons capable of quietly observing him. He had struggled against his guilty passion -- at what sacrifice of his own feelings no one knew but himself -- and here was the temptation, at the very time when he was honorably resisting it, brought back to him by his wife! Her motive did unquestionably excuse, perhaps even sanction, what she had done; but this was an estimate of her conduct which commended itself to others. From his point of view -- motive or no motive -- he saw the old struggle against himself in danger of being renewed; he felt the ground that he had gained slipping from under him already.\n\nIn spite of the well-meant efforts made by her relatives to prevent it, Mrs. Linley committed the very error which it was the most important that she should avoid. She justified herself, instead of leaving it to events to justify her. \u201cMiss Westerfield comes here,\u201d she argued, \u201con an errand that is beyond reproach -- an errand of mercy. Why should you leave the house?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn justice to you,\u201d Linley answered.\n\nMrs. Presty could restrain herself no longer. \u201cDrop it, Catherine!\u201d she said in a whisper.\n\nCatherine refused to drop it; Linley\u2019s short and sharp reply had irritated her. \u201cAfter my experience,\u201d she persisted, \u201chave I no reason to trust you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is part of your experience,\u201d he reminded her, \u201cthat I promised not to see Miss Westerfield again.\u201d\n\n\u201cOwn it at once!\u201d she broke out, provoked beyond endurance;"}, {"quote": "\u201cIn justice to you,", "context": "Her mother touched her arm; Randal tried by a sign to warn her to be careful. Their calmer minds had seen what the wife\u2019s agitation had prevented her from discovering. In Linley\u2019s position, the return of the governess was a trial to his self-control which he had every reason to dread: his look, his voice, his manner proclaimed it to persons capable of quietly observing him. He had struggled against his guilty passion -- at what sacrifice of his own feelings no one knew but himself -- and here was the temptation, at the very time when he was honorably resisting it, brought back to him by his wife! Her motive did unquestionably excuse, perhaps even sanction, what she had done; but this was an estimate of her conduct which commended itself to others. From his point of view -- motive or no motive -- he saw the old struggle against himself in danger of being renewed; he felt the ground that he had gained slipping from under him already.\n\nIn spite of the well-meant efforts made by her relatives to prevent it, Mrs. Linley committed the very error which it was the most important that she should avoid. She justified herself, instead of leaving it to events to justify her. \u201cMiss Westerfield comes here,\u201d she argued, \u201con an errand that is beyond reproach -- an errand of mercy. Why should you leave the house?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn justice to you,\u201d Linley answered.\n\nMrs. Presty could restrain herself no longer. \u201cDrop it, Catherine!\u201d she said in a whisper.\n\nCatherine refused to drop it; Linley\u2019s short and sharp reply had irritated her. \u201cAfter my experience,\u201d she persisted, \u201chave I no reason to trust you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is part of your experience,\u201d he reminded her, \u201cthat I promised not to see Miss Westerfield again.\u201d\n\n\u201cOwn it at once!\u201d she broke out, provoked beyond endurance; \u201cthough I may be willing to trust you -- you are afraid to trust yourself.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cDrop it, Catherine!", "context": "In spite of the well-meant efforts made by her relatives to prevent it, Mrs. Linley committed the very error which it was the most important that she should avoid. She justified herself, instead of leaving it to events to justify her. \u201cMiss Westerfield comes here,\u201d she argued, \u201con an errand that is beyond reproach -- an errand of mercy. Why should you leave the house?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn justice to you,\u201d Linley answered.\n\nMrs. Presty could restrain herself no longer. \u201cDrop it, Catherine!\u201d she said in a whisper.\n\nCatherine refused to drop it; Linley\u2019s short and sharp reply had irritated her. \u201cAfter my experience,\u201d she persisted, \u201chave I no reason to trust you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is part of your experience,\u201d he reminded her, \u201cthat I promised not to see Miss Westerfield again.\u201d\n\n\u201cOwn it at once!\u201d she broke out, provoked beyond endurance; \u201cthough I may be willing to trust you -- you are afraid to trust yourself.\u201d\n\nUnlucky Mrs. Presty interfered again."}, {"quote": "\u201cAfter my experience,", "context": "In spite of the well-meant efforts made by her relatives to prevent it, Mrs. Linley committed the very error which it was the most important that she should avoid. She justified herself, instead of leaving it to events to justify her. \u201cMiss Westerfield comes here,\u201d she argued, \u201con an errand that is beyond reproach -- an errand of mercy. Why should you leave the house?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn justice to you,\u201d Linley answered.\n\nMrs. Presty could restrain herself no longer. \u201cDrop it, Catherine!\u201d she said in a whisper.\n\nCatherine refused to drop it; Linley\u2019s short and sharp reply had irritated her. \u201cAfter my experience,\u201d she persisted, \u201chave I no reason to trust you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is part of your experience,\u201d he reminded her, \u201cthat I promised not to see Miss Westerfield again.\u201d\n\n\u201cOwn it at once!\u201d she broke out, provoked beyond endurance; \u201cthough I may be willing to trust you -- you are afraid to trust yourself.\u201d\n\nUnlucky Mrs. Presty interfered again. \u201cDon\u2019t listen to her, Herbert. Keep out of harm\u2019s way, and you keep right.\u201d\n\nShe patted him on the shoulder, as if she had been giving good advice to a boy. He expressed his sense of his mother-in-law\u2019s friendly offices in language which astonished her."}, {"quote": "\u201chave I no reason to trust you?\u201d", "context": "In spite of the well-meant efforts made by her relatives to prevent it, Mrs. Linley committed the very error which it was the most important that she should avoid. She justified herself, instead of leaving it to events to justify her. \u201cMiss Westerfield comes here,\u201d she argued, \u201con an errand that is beyond reproach -- an errand of mercy. Why should you leave the house?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn justice to you,\u201d Linley answered.\n\nMrs. Presty could restrain herself no longer. \u201cDrop it, Catherine!\u201d she said in a whisper.\n\nCatherine refused to drop it; Linley\u2019s short and sharp reply had irritated her. \u201cAfter my experience,\u201d she persisted, \u201chave I no reason to trust you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is part of your experience,\u201d he reminded her, \u201cthat I promised not to see Miss Westerfield again.\u201d\n\n\u201cOwn it at once!\u201d she broke out, provoked beyond endurance; \u201cthough I may be willing to trust you -- you are afraid to trust yourself.\u201d\n\nUnlucky Mrs. Presty interfered again. \u201cDon\u2019t listen to her, Herbert. Keep out of harm\u2019s way, and you keep right.\u201d\n\nShe patted him on the shoulder, as if she had been giving good advice to a boy. He expressed his sense of his mother-in-law\u2019s friendly offices in language which astonished her."}, {"quote": "\u201cIt is part of your experience,", "context": "\u201cMiss Westerfield comes here,\u201d she argued, \u201con an errand that is beyond reproach -- an errand of mercy. Why should you leave the house?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn justice to you,\u201d Linley answered.\n\nMrs. Presty could restrain herself no longer. \u201cDrop it, Catherine!\u201d she said in a whisper.\n\nCatherine refused to drop it; Linley\u2019s short and sharp reply had irritated her. \u201cAfter my experience,\u201d she persisted, \u201chave I no reason to trust you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is part of your experience,\u201d he reminded her, \u201cthat I promised not to see Miss Westerfield again.\u201d\n\n\u201cOwn it at once!\u201d she broke out, provoked beyond endurance; \u201cthough I may be willing to trust you -- you are afraid to trust yourself.\u201d\n\nUnlucky Mrs. Presty interfered again. \u201cDon\u2019t listen to her, Herbert. Keep out of harm\u2019s way, and you keep right.\u201d\n\nShe patted him on the shoulder, as if she had been giving good advice to a boy. He expressed his sense of his mother-in-law\u2019s friendly offices in language which astonished her."}, {"quote": "\u201cthat I promised not to see Miss Westerfield again.\u201d", "context": "\u201con an errand that is beyond reproach -- an errand of mercy. Why should you leave the house?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn justice to you,\u201d Linley answered.\n\nMrs. Presty could restrain herself no longer. \u201cDrop it, Catherine!\u201d she said in a whisper.\n\nCatherine refused to drop it; Linley\u2019s short and sharp reply had irritated her. \u201cAfter my experience,\u201d she persisted, \u201chave I no reason to trust you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is part of your experience,\u201d he reminded her, \u201cthat I promised not to see Miss Westerfield again.\u201d\n\n\u201cOwn it at once!\u201d she broke out, provoked beyond endurance; \u201cthough I may be willing to trust you -- you are afraid to trust yourself.\u201d\n\nUnlucky Mrs. Presty interfered again. \u201cDon\u2019t listen to her, Herbert. Keep out of harm\u2019s way, and you keep right.\u201d\n\nShe patted him on the shoulder, as if she had been giving good advice to a boy. He expressed his sense of his mother-in-law\u2019s friendly offices in language which astonished her."}, {"quote": "\u201cOwn it at once!", "context": "\u201con an errand that is beyond reproach -- an errand of mercy. Why should you leave the house?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn justice to you,\u201d Linley answered.\n\nMrs. Presty could restrain herself no longer. \u201cDrop it, Catherine!\u201d she said in a whisper.\n\nCatherine refused to drop it; Linley\u2019s short and sharp reply had irritated her. \u201cAfter my experience,\u201d she persisted, \u201chave I no reason to trust you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is part of your experience,\u201d he reminded her, \u201cthat I promised not to see Miss Westerfield again.\u201d\n\n\u201cOwn it at once!\u201d she broke out, provoked beyond endurance; \u201cthough I may be willing to trust you -- you are afraid to trust yourself.\u201d\n\nUnlucky Mrs. Presty interfered again. \u201cDon\u2019t listen to her, Herbert. Keep out of harm\u2019s way, and you keep right.\u201d\n\nShe patted him on the shoulder, as if she had been giving good advice to a boy. He expressed his sense of his mother-in-law\u2019s friendly offices in language which astonished her.\n\n\u201cHold your tongue!\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you hear that?\u201d Mrs. Presty asked, appealing indignantly to her daughter."}, {"quote": "\u201cthough I may be willing to trust you -- you are afraid to trust yourself.\u201d", "context": "\u201d Linley answered.\n\nMrs. Presty could restrain herself no longer. \u201cDrop it, Catherine!\u201d she said in a whisper.\n\nCatherine refused to drop it; Linley\u2019s short and sharp reply had irritated her. \u201cAfter my experience,\u201d she persisted, \u201chave I no reason to trust you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is part of your experience,\u201d he reminded her, \u201cthat I promised not to see Miss Westerfield again.\u201d\n\n\u201cOwn it at once!\u201d she broke out, provoked beyond endurance; \u201cthough I may be willing to trust you -- you are afraid to trust yourself.\u201d\n\nUnlucky Mrs. Presty interfered again. \u201cDon\u2019t listen to her, Herbert. Keep out of harm\u2019s way, and you keep right.\u201d\n\nShe patted him on the shoulder, as if she had been giving good advice to a boy. He expressed his sense of his mother-in-law\u2019s friendly offices in language which astonished her.\n\n\u201cHold your tongue!\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you hear that?\u201d Mrs. Presty asked, appealing indignantly to her daughter.\n\nLinley took his hat."}, {"quote": "\u201cDon\u2019t listen to her, Herbert. Keep out of harm\u2019s way, and you keep right.\u201d", "context": "Catherine refused to drop it; Linley\u2019s short and sharp reply had irritated her. \u201cAfter my experience,\u201d she persisted, \u201chave I no reason to trust you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is part of your experience,\u201d he reminded her, \u201cthat I promised not to see Miss Westerfield again.\u201d\n\n\u201cOwn it at once!\u201d she broke out, provoked beyond endurance; \u201cthough I may be willing to trust you -- you are afraid to trust yourself.\u201d\n\nUnlucky Mrs. Presty interfered again. \u201cDon\u2019t listen to her, Herbert. Keep out of harm\u2019s way, and you keep right.\u201d\n\nShe patted him on the shoulder, as if she had been giving good advice to a boy. He expressed his sense of his mother-in-law\u2019s friendly offices in language which astonished her.\n\n\u201cHold your tongue!\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you hear that?\u201d Mrs. Presty asked, appealing indignantly to her daughter.\n\nLinley took his hat. \u201cAt what time do you expect Miss Westerfield to arrive?\u201d he said to his wife.\n\nShe looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. \u201cBefore the half-hour strikes. Don\u2019t be alarmed"}, {"quote": "\u201cHold your tongue!\u201d", "context": "\u201cOwn it at once!\u201d she broke out, provoked beyond endurance; \u201cthough I may be willing to trust you -- you are afraid to trust yourself.\u201d\n\nUnlucky Mrs. Presty interfered again. \u201cDon\u2019t listen to her, Herbert. Keep out of harm\u2019s way, and you keep right.\u201d\n\nShe patted him on the shoulder, as if she had been giving good advice to a boy. He expressed his sense of his mother-in-law\u2019s friendly offices in language which astonished her.\n\n\u201cHold your tongue!\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you hear that?\u201d Mrs. Presty asked, appealing indignantly to her daughter.\n\nLinley took his hat. \u201cAt what time do you expect Miss Westerfield to arrive?\u201d he said to his wife.\n\nShe looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. \u201cBefore the half-hour strikes. Don\u2019t be alarmed,\u201d she added, with an air of ironical sympathy; \u201cyou will have time to make your escape.\u201d\n\nHe advanced to the door, and looked at her.\n\n\u201cOne thing I beg you will remember"}, {"quote": "\u201cAt what time do you expect Miss Westerfield to arrive?", "context": "Unlucky Mrs. Presty interfered again. \u201cDon\u2019t listen to her, Herbert. Keep out of harm\u2019s way, and you keep right.\u201d\n\nShe patted him on the shoulder, as if she had been giving good advice to a boy. He expressed his sense of his mother-in-law\u2019s friendly offices in language which astonished her.\n\n\u201cHold your tongue!\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you hear that?\u201d Mrs. Presty asked, appealing indignantly to her daughter.\n\nLinley took his hat. \u201cAt what time do you expect Miss Westerfield to arrive?\u201d he said to his wife.\n\nShe looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. \u201cBefore the half-hour strikes. Don\u2019t be alarmed,\u201d she added, with an air of ironical sympathy; \u201cyou will have time to make your escape.\u201d\n\nHe advanced to the door, and looked at her.\n\n\u201cOne thing I beg you will remember,\u201d he said. \u201cEvery half-hour while I am away (I am going to the farm) you are to send and let me know how Kitty is -- and especially if Miss Westerfield justifies the experiment which the doctor has advised us to try.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cBefore the half-hour strikes. Don\u2019t be alarmed,", "context": "She patted him on the shoulder, as if she had been giving good advice to a boy. He expressed his sense of his mother-in-law\u2019s friendly offices in language which astonished her.\n\n\u201cHold your tongue!\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you hear that?\u201d Mrs. Presty asked, appealing indignantly to her daughter.\n\nLinley took his hat. \u201cAt what time do you expect Miss Westerfield to arrive?\u201d he said to his wife.\n\nShe looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. \u201cBefore the half-hour strikes. Don\u2019t be alarmed,\u201d she added, with an air of ironical sympathy; \u201cyou will have time to make your escape.\u201d\n\nHe advanced to the door, and looked at her.\n\n\u201cOne thing I beg you will remember,\u201d he said. \u201cEvery half-hour while I am away (I am going to the farm) you are to send and let me know how Kitty is -- and especially if Miss Westerfield justifies the experiment which the doctor has advised us to try.\u201d\n\nHaving given those instructions he went out.\n\nThe sofa was near Mrs. Linley. She sank on it, overpowered by the utter destruction of the hopes that she had founded on the separation of Herbert and the governess. Sydney Westerfield was still in possession of her husband\u2019s heart!"}, {"quote": "\u201cyou will have time to make your escape.\u201d", "context": "She patted him on the shoulder, as if she had been giving good advice to a boy. He expressed his sense of his mother-in-law\u2019s friendly offices in language which astonished her.\n\n\u201cHold your tongue!\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you hear that?\u201d Mrs. Presty asked, appealing indignantly to her daughter.\n\nLinley took his hat. \u201cAt what time do you expect Miss Westerfield to arrive?\u201d he said to his wife.\n\nShe looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. \u201cBefore the half-hour strikes. Don\u2019t be alarmed,\u201d she added, with an air of ironical sympathy; \u201cyou will have time to make your escape.\u201d\n\nHe advanced to the door, and looked at her.\n\n\u201cOne thing I beg you will remember,\u201d he said. \u201cEvery half-hour while I am away (I am going to the farm) you are to send and let me know how Kitty is -- and especially if Miss Westerfield justifies the experiment which the doctor has advised us to try.\u201d\n\nHaving given those instructions he went out.\n\nThe sofa was near Mrs. Linley. She sank on it, overpowered by the utter destruction of the hopes that she had founded on the separation of Herbert and the governess. Sydney Westerfield was still in possession of her husband\u2019s heart!"}, {"quote": "\u201cOne thing I beg you will remember,", "context": "\u201cDo you hear that?\u201d Mrs. Presty asked, appealing indignantly to her daughter.\n\nLinley took his hat. \u201cAt what time do you expect Miss Westerfield to arrive?\u201d he said to his wife.\n\nShe looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. \u201cBefore the half-hour strikes. Don\u2019t be alarmed,\u201d she added, with an air of ironical sympathy; \u201cyou will have time to make your escape.\u201d\n\nHe advanced to the door, and looked at her.\n\n\u201cOne thing I beg you will remember,\u201d he said. \u201cEvery half-hour while I am away (I am going to the farm) you are to send and let me know how Kitty is -- and especially if Miss Westerfield justifies the experiment which the doctor has advised us to try.\u201d\n\nHaving given those instructions he went out.\n\nThe sofa was near Mrs. Linley. She sank on it, overpowered by the utter destruction of the hopes that she had founded on the separation of Herbert and the governess. Sydney Westerfield was still in possession of her husband\u2019s heart!"}, {"quote": "\u201cEvery half-hour while I am away (I am going to the farm) you are to send and let me know how Kitty is -- and especially if Miss Westerfield justifies the experiment which the doctor has advised us to try.\u201d", "context": "\u201cDo you hear that?\u201d Mrs. Presty asked, appealing indignantly to her daughter.\n\nLinley took his hat. \u201cAt what time do you expect Miss Westerfield to arrive?\u201d he said to his wife.\n\nShe looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. \u201cBefore the half-hour strikes. Don\u2019t be alarmed,\u201d she added, with an air of ironical sympathy; \u201cyou will have time to make your escape.\u201d\n\nHe advanced to the door, and looked at her.\n\n\u201cOne thing I beg you will remember,\u201d he said. \u201cEvery half-hour while I am away (I am going to the farm) you are to send and let me know how Kitty is -- and especially if Miss Westerfield justifies the experiment which the doctor has advised us to try.\u201d\n\nHaving given those instructions he went out.\n\nThe sofa was near Mrs. Linley. She sank on it, overpowered by the utter destruction of the hopes that she had founded on the separation of Herbert and the governess. Sydney Westerfield was still in possession of her husband\u2019s heart!\n\nHer mother was surely the right person to say a word of comfort to her. Randal made the suggestion -- with the worst possible result. Mrs. Presty had not forgotten that she had been told -- at her age, in her position as the widow of a Cabinet Minister -- to hold her tongue."}, {"quote": "\u201cYour brother has insulted me,", "context": "The sofa was near Mrs. Linley. She sank on it, overpowered by the utter destruction of the hopes that she had founded on the separation of Herbert and the governess. Sydney Westerfield was still in possession of her husband\u2019s heart!\n\nHer mother was surely the right person to say a word of comfort to her. Randal made the suggestion -- with the worst possible result. Mrs. Presty had not forgotten that she had been told -- at her age, in her position as the widow of a Cabinet Minister -- to hold her tongue. \u201cYour brother has insulted me,\u201d she said to Randal. He was weak enough to attempt to make an explanation. \u201cI was speaking of my brother\u2019s wife,\u201d he said. \u201cYour brother\u2019s wife has allowed me to be insulted.\u201d Having received that reply, Randal could only wonder. This woman went to church every Sunday, and kept a New Testament, bound in excellent taste, on her toilet-table! The occasion suggested reflection on the system which produces average Christians at the present time. Nothing more was said by Mrs. Presty; Mrs. Linley remained absorbed in her own bitter thoughts. In silence they waited for the return of the carriage, and the appearance of the governess."}, {"quote": "\u201cI was speaking of my brother\u2019s wife,", "context": "The sofa was near Mrs. Linley. She sank on it, overpowered by the utter destruction of the hopes that she had founded on the separation of Herbert and the governess. Sydney Westerfield was still in possession of her husband\u2019s heart!\n\nHer mother was surely the right person to say a word of comfort to her. Randal made the suggestion -- with the worst possible result. Mrs. Presty had not forgotten that she had been told -- at her age, in her position as the widow of a Cabinet Minister -- to hold her tongue. \u201cYour brother has insulted me,\u201d she said to Randal. He was weak enough to attempt to make an explanation. \u201cI was speaking of my brother\u2019s wife,\u201d he said. \u201cYour brother\u2019s wife has allowed me to be insulted.\u201d Having received that reply, Randal could only wonder. This woman went to church every Sunday, and kept a New Testament, bound in excellent taste, on her toilet-table! The occasion suggested reflection on the system which produces average Christians at the present time. Nothing more was said by Mrs. Presty; Mrs. Linley remained absorbed in her own bitter thoughts. In silence they waited for the return of the carriage, and the appearance of the governess."}, {"quote": "\u201cYour brother\u2019s wife has allowed me to be insulted.", "context": "Her mother was surely the right person to say a word of comfort to her. Randal made the suggestion -- with the worst possible result. Mrs. Presty had not forgotten that she had been told -- at her age, in her position as the widow of a Cabinet Minister -- to hold her tongue. \u201cYour brother has insulted me,\u201d she said to Randal. He was weak enough to attempt to make an explanation. \u201cI was speaking of my brother\u2019s wife,\u201d he said. \u201cYour brother\u2019s wife has allowed me to be insulted.\u201d Having received that reply, Randal could only wonder. This woman went to church every Sunday, and kept a New Testament, bound in excellent taste, on her toilet-table! The occasion suggested reflection on the system which produces average Christians at the present time. Nothing more was said by Mrs. Presty; Mrs. Linley remained absorbed in her own bitter thoughts. In silence they waited for the return of the carriage, and the appearance of the governess.\n\nChapter XVIII. The Nursemaid.\n\nPale, worn, haggard with anxiety, Sydney Westerfield entered the room, and looked once more on the faces which she had resigned herself never to see again. She appeared to be hardly conscious of the kind reception which did its best to set her at her ease."}, {"quote": "\u201cI tell you again, Astok,", "context": "She dreamed of his noble face, the quiet dignity of his bearing, the smile that lit his eyes as he conversed with his friends, and the smile that touched his lips as he fought with his enemies \u2014 the fighting smile of his Virginian sire.\n\nAnd Thuvia of Ptarth, true daughter of Barsoom, found her breath quickening and heart leaping to the memory of this other smile \u2014 the smile that she would never see again. With a little half-sob the girl sank to the pile of silks and furs that were tumbled in confusion beneath the east windows, burying her face in her arms.\n\nIn the corridor outside her prison-room two men had paused in heated argument.\n\n\u201cI tell you again, Astok,\u201d one was saying, \u201cthat I shall not do this thing unless you be present in the room.\u201d\n\nThere was little of the respect due royalty in the tone of the speaker\u2019s voice. The other, noting it, flushed.\n\n\u201cDo not impose too far upon my friendship for you, Vas Kor,\u201d he snapped. \u201cThere is a limit to my patience.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is no question of royal prerogative here,\u201d returned Vas Kor. \u201cYou ask me to become an assassin in your stead, and against your jeddak\u2019s strict injunctions. You are in no position, Astok, to dictate to me; but rather should you be glad to accede to my reasonable request that you be present, thus sharing the guilt with me. Why should I bear it all?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cthat I shall not do this thing unless you be present in the room.\u201d", "context": "And Thuvia of Ptarth, true daughter of Barsoom, found her breath quickening and heart leaping to the memory of this other smile \u2014 the smile that she would never see again. With a little half-sob the girl sank to the pile of silks and furs that were tumbled in confusion beneath the east windows, burying her face in her arms.\n\nIn the corridor outside her prison-room two men had paused in heated argument.\n\n\u201cI tell you again, Astok,\u201d one was saying, \u201cthat I shall not do this thing unless you be present in the room.\u201d\n\nThere was little of the respect due royalty in the tone of the speaker\u2019s voice. The other, noting it, flushed.\n\n\u201cDo not impose too far upon my friendship for you, Vas Kor,\u201d he snapped. \u201cThere is a limit to my patience.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is no question of royal prerogative here,\u201d returned Vas Kor. \u201cYou ask me to become an assassin in your stead, and against your jeddak\u2019s strict injunctions. You are in no position, Astok, to dictate to me; but rather should you be glad to accede to my reasonable request that you be present, thus sharing the guilt with me. Why should I bear it all?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cDo not impose too far upon my friendship for you, Vas Kor,", "context": "And Thuvia of Ptarth, true daughter of Barsoom, found her breath quickening and heart leaping to the memory of this other smile \u2014 the smile that she would never see again. With a little half-sob the girl sank to the pile of silks and furs that were tumbled in confusion beneath the east windows, burying her face in her arms.\n\nIn the corridor outside her prison-room two men had paused in heated argument.\n\n\u201cI tell you again, Astok,\u201d one was saying, \u201cthat I shall not do this thing unless you be present in the room.\u201d\n\nThere was little of the respect due royalty in the tone of the speaker\u2019s voice. The other, noting it, flushed.\n\n\u201cDo not impose too far upon my friendship for you, Vas Kor,\u201d he snapped. \u201cThere is a limit to my patience.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is no question of royal prerogative here,\u201d returned Vas Kor. \u201cYou ask me to become an assassin in your stead, and against your jeddak\u2019s strict injunctions. You are in no position, Astok, to dictate to me; but rather should you be glad to accede to my reasonable request that you be present, thus sharing the guilt with me. Why should I bear it all?\u201d\n\nThe younger man scowled, but he advanced toward the locked door, and as it swung in upon its hinges, he entered the room beyond at the side of Vas Kor."}, {"quote": "\u201cThere is a limit to my patience.\u201d", "context": "And Thuvia of Ptarth, true daughter of Barsoom, found her breath quickening and heart leaping to the memory of this other smile \u2014 the smile that she would never see again. With a little half-sob the girl sank to the pile of silks and furs that were tumbled in confusion beneath the east windows, burying her face in her arms.\n\nIn the corridor outside her prison-room two men had paused in heated argument.\n\n\u201cI tell you again, Astok,\u201d one was saying, \u201cthat I shall not do this thing unless you be present in the room.\u201d\n\nThere was little of the respect due royalty in the tone of the speaker\u2019s voice. The other, noting it, flushed.\n\n\u201cDo not impose too far upon my friendship for you, Vas Kor,\u201d he snapped. \u201cThere is a limit to my patience.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is no question of royal prerogative here,\u201d returned Vas Kor. \u201cYou ask me to become an assassin in your stead, and against your jeddak\u2019s strict injunctions. You are in no position, Astok, to dictate to me; but rather should you be glad to accede to my reasonable request that you be present, thus sharing the guilt with me. Why should I bear it all?\u201d\n\nThe younger man scowled, but he advanced toward the locked door, and as it swung in upon its hinges, he entered the room beyond at the side of Vas Kor."}, {"quote": "\u201cThere is no question of royal prerogative here,", "context": "And Thuvia of Ptarth, true daughter of Barsoom, found her breath quickening and heart leaping to the memory of this other smile \u2014 the smile that she would never see again. With a little half-sob the girl sank to the pile of silks and furs that were tumbled in confusion beneath the east windows, burying her face in her arms.\n\nIn the corridor outside her prison-room two men had paused in heated argument.\n\n\u201cI tell you again, Astok,\u201d one was saying, \u201cthat I shall not do this thing unless you be present in the room.\u201d\n\nThere was little of the respect due royalty in the tone of the speaker\u2019s voice. The other, noting it, flushed.\n\n\u201cDo not impose too far upon my friendship for you, Vas Kor,\u201d he snapped. \u201cThere is a limit to my patience.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is no question of royal prerogative here,\u201d returned Vas Kor. \u201cYou ask me to become an assassin in your stead, and against your jeddak\u2019s strict injunctions. You are in no position, Astok, to dictate to me; but rather should you be glad to accede to my reasonable request that you be present, thus sharing the guilt with me. Why should I bear it all?\u201d\n\nThe younger man scowled, but he advanced toward the locked door, and as it swung in upon its hinges, he entered the room beyond at the side of Vas Kor."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou ask me to become an assassin in your stead, and against your jeddak\u2019s strict injunctions. You are in no position, Astok, to dictate to me; but rather should you be glad to accede to my reasonable request that you be present, thus sharing the guilt with me. Why should I bear it all?\u201d", "context": "In the corridor outside her prison-room two men had paused in heated argument.\n\n\u201cI tell you again, Astok,\u201d one was saying, \u201cthat I shall not do this thing unless you be present in the room.\u201d\n\nThere was little of the respect due royalty in the tone of the speaker\u2019s voice. The other, noting it, flushed.\n\n\u201cDo not impose too far upon my friendship for you, Vas Kor,\u201d he snapped. \u201cThere is a limit to my patience.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is no question of royal prerogative here,\u201d returned Vas Kor. \u201cYou ask me to become an assassin in your stead, and against your jeddak\u2019s strict injunctions. You are in no position, Astok, to dictate to me; but rather should you be glad to accede to my reasonable request that you be present, thus sharing the guilt with me. Why should I bear it all?\u201d\n\nThe younger man scowled, but he advanced toward the locked door, and as it swung in upon its hinges, he entered the room beyond at the side of Vas Kor.\n\nAcross the chamber the girl, hearing them enter, rose to her feet and faced them. Under the soft copper of her skin she blanched just a trifle; but her eyes were brave and level, and the haughty tilt of her firm little chin was eloquent of loathing and contempt.\n\n\u201cYou still prefer death"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou still prefer death?", "context": "\u201cYou ask me to become an assassin in your stead, and against your jeddak\u2019s strict injunctions. You are in no position, Astok, to dictate to me; but rather should you be glad to accede to my reasonable request that you be present, thus sharing the guilt with me. Why should I bear it all?\u201d\n\nThe younger man scowled, but he advanced toward the locked door, and as it swung in upon its hinges, he entered the room beyond at the side of Vas Kor.\n\nAcross the chamber the girl, hearing them enter, rose to her feet and faced them. Under the soft copper of her skin she blanched just a trifle; but her eyes were brave and level, and the haughty tilt of her firm little chin was eloquent of loathing and contempt.\n\n\u201cYou still prefer death?\u201d asked Astok.\n\n\u201cTo you, yes,\u201d replied the girl coldly.\n\nThe Prince of Dusar turned to Vas Kor and nodded. The noble drew his short-sword and crossed the room toward Thuvia.\n\n\u201cKneel!\u201d he commanded.\n\n\u201cI prefer to die standing,\u201d she replied.\n\n\u201cAs you will,\u201d said Vas Kor, feeling the point of his blade with his left thumb. \u201cIn the name of Nutus, Jeddak of Dusar!\u201d he cried, and ran quickly toward her."}, {"quote": "\u201cTo you, yes,", "context": "The younger man scowled, but he advanced toward the locked door, and as it swung in upon its hinges, he entered the room beyond at the side of Vas Kor.\n\nAcross the chamber the girl, hearing them enter, rose to her feet and faced them. Under the soft copper of her skin she blanched just a trifle; but her eyes were brave and level, and the haughty tilt of her firm little chin was eloquent of loathing and contempt.\n\n\u201cYou still prefer death?\u201d asked Astok.\n\n\u201cTo you, yes,\u201d replied the girl coldly.\n\nThe Prince of Dusar turned to Vas Kor and nodded. The noble drew his short-sword and crossed the room toward Thuvia.\n\n\u201cKneel!\u201d he commanded.\n\n\u201cI prefer to die standing,\u201d she replied.\n\n\u201cAs you will,\u201d said Vas Kor, feeling the point of his blade with his left thumb. \u201cIn the name of Nutus, Jeddak of Dusar!\u201d he cried, and ran quickly toward her.\n\n\u201cIn the name of Carthoris, Prince of Helium"}, {"quote": "\u201cI prefer to die standing,", "context": "Across the chamber the girl, hearing them enter, rose to her feet and faced them. Under the soft copper of her skin she blanched just a trifle; but her eyes were brave and level, and the haughty tilt of her firm little chin was eloquent of loathing and contempt.\n\n\u201cYou still prefer death?\u201d asked Astok.\n\n\u201cTo you, yes,\u201d replied the girl coldly.\n\nThe Prince of Dusar turned to Vas Kor and nodded. The noble drew his short-sword and crossed the room toward Thuvia.\n\n\u201cKneel!\u201d he commanded.\n\n\u201cI prefer to die standing,\u201d she replied.\n\n\u201cAs you will,\u201d said Vas Kor, feeling the point of his blade with his left thumb. \u201cIn the name of Nutus, Jeddak of Dusar!\u201d he cried, and ran quickly toward her.\n\n\u201cIn the name of Carthoris, Prince of Helium!\u201d came in low tones from the doorway.\n\nVas Kor turned to see the panthan he had recruited at his son\u2019s house leaping across the floor toward him. The fellow brushed past Astok with an:"}, {"quote": "\u201cIn the name of Nutus, Jeddak of Dusar!", "context": "Across the chamber the girl, hearing them enter, rose to her feet and faced them. Under the soft copper of her skin she blanched just a trifle; but her eyes were brave and level, and the haughty tilt of her firm little chin was eloquent of loathing and contempt.\n\n\u201cYou still prefer death?\u201d asked Astok.\n\n\u201cTo you, yes,\u201d replied the girl coldly.\n\nThe Prince of Dusar turned to Vas Kor and nodded. The noble drew his short-sword and crossed the room toward Thuvia.\n\n\u201cKneel!\u201d he commanded.\n\n\u201cI prefer to die standing,\u201d she replied.\n\n\u201cAs you will,\u201d said Vas Kor, feeling the point of his blade with his left thumb. \u201cIn the name of Nutus, Jeddak of Dusar!\u201d he cried, and ran quickly toward her.\n\n\u201cIn the name of Carthoris, Prince of Helium!\u201d came in low tones from the doorway.\n\nVas Kor turned to see the panthan he had recruited at his son\u2019s house leaping across the floor toward him. The fellow brushed past Astok with an: \u201cAfter him, you \u2014 calot!\u201d\n\nVas Kor wheeled to meet the charging man.\n\n\u201cWhat means this treason?\u201d he cried.\n\nAstok, with bared sword, leaped to Vas Kor\u2019s assistance. The panthan\u2019s sword clashed against that of the noble, and in the first encounter Vas Kor knew that he faced a master swordsman."}, {"quote": "\u201cIn the name of Carthoris, Prince of Helium!", "context": "\u201cTo you, yes,\u201d replied the girl coldly.\n\nThe Prince of Dusar turned to Vas Kor and nodded. The noble drew his short-sword and crossed the room toward Thuvia.\n\n\u201cKneel!\u201d he commanded.\n\n\u201cI prefer to die standing,\u201d she replied.\n\n\u201cAs you will,\u201d said Vas Kor, feeling the point of his blade with his left thumb. \u201cIn the name of Nutus, Jeddak of Dusar!\u201d he cried, and ran quickly toward her.\n\n\u201cIn the name of Carthoris, Prince of Helium!\u201d came in low tones from the doorway.\n\nVas Kor turned to see the panthan he had recruited at his son\u2019s house leaping across the floor toward him. The fellow brushed past Astok with an: \u201cAfter him, you \u2014 calot!\u201d\n\nVas Kor wheeled to meet the charging man.\n\n\u201cWhat means this treason?\u201d he cried.\n\nAstok, with bared sword, leaped to Vas Kor\u2019s assistance. The panthan\u2019s sword clashed against that of the noble, and in the first encounter Vas Kor knew that he faced a master swordsman."}, {"quote": "\u201cAfter him, you \u2014 calot!\u201d", "context": "\u201cAs you will,\u201d said Vas Kor, feeling the point of his blade with his left thumb. \u201cIn the name of Nutus, Jeddak of Dusar!\u201d he cried, and ran quickly toward her.\n\n\u201cIn the name of Carthoris, Prince of Helium!\u201d came in low tones from the doorway.\n\nVas Kor turned to see the panthan he had recruited at his son\u2019s house leaping across the floor toward him. The fellow brushed past Astok with an: \u201cAfter him, you \u2014 calot!\u201d\n\nVas Kor wheeled to meet the charging man.\n\n\u201cWhat means this treason?\u201d he cried.\n\nAstok, with bared sword, leaped to Vas Kor\u2019s assistance. The panthan\u2019s sword clashed against that of the noble, and in the first encounter Vas Kor knew that he faced a master swordsman.\n\nBefore he half realized the stranger\u2019s purpose he found the man between himself and Thuvia of Ptarth, at bay facing the two swords of the Dusarians. But he fought not like a man at bay. Ever was he the aggressor, and though always he kept his flashing blade between the girl and her enemies, yet he managed to force them hither and thither about the room, calling to the girl to follow close behind him."}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat means this treason?", "context": "\u201cAs you will,\u201d said Vas Kor, feeling the point of his blade with his left thumb. \u201cIn the name of Nutus, Jeddak of Dusar!\u201d he cried, and ran quickly toward her.\n\n\u201cIn the name of Carthoris, Prince of Helium!\u201d came in low tones from the doorway.\n\nVas Kor turned to see the panthan he had recruited at his son\u2019s house leaping across the floor toward him. The fellow brushed past Astok with an: \u201cAfter him, you \u2014 calot!\u201d\n\nVas Kor wheeled to meet the charging man.\n\n\u201cWhat means this treason?\u201d he cried.\n\nAstok, with bared sword, leaped to Vas Kor\u2019s assistance. The panthan\u2019s sword clashed against that of the noble, and in the first encounter Vas Kor knew that he faced a master swordsman.\n\nBefore he half realized the stranger\u2019s purpose he found the man between himself and Thuvia of Ptarth, at bay facing the two swords of the Dusarians. But he fought not like a man at bay. Ever was he the aggressor, and though always he kept his flashing blade between the girl and her enemies, yet he managed to force them hither and thither about the room, calling to the girl to follow close behind him."}, {"quote": "\u201cCourage, Vas Kor!", "context": "Astok, as was his way, finding that the enemy did not fall immediately before their swords, was leaving the brunt of the fighting to Vas Kor, and now as his eyes appraised the panthan carefully they presently went wider and wider, for slowly he had come to recognize the features of the Prince of Helium.\n\nThe Heliumite was pressing close upon Vas Kor. The noble was bleeding from a dozen wounds. Astok saw that he could not for long withstand the cunning craft of that terrible sword hand.\n\n\u201cCourage, Vas Kor!\u201d he whispered in the other\u2019s ear. \u201cI have a plan. Hold him but a moment longer and all will be well,\u201d but the balance of the sentence, \u201cwith Astok, Prince of Dusar,\u201d he did not voice aloud.\n\nVas Kor, dreaming no treachery, nodded his head, and for a moment succeeded in holding Carthoris at bay. Then the Heliumite and the girl saw the Dusarian prince run swiftly to the opposite side of the chamber, touch something in the wall that sent a great panel swinging inward, and disappear into the black vault beyond."}, {"quote": "\u201cI have a plan. Hold him but a moment longer and all will be well,", "context": "Astok, as was his way, finding that the enemy did not fall immediately before their swords, was leaving the brunt of the fighting to Vas Kor, and now as his eyes appraised the panthan carefully they presently went wider and wider, for slowly he had come to recognize the features of the Prince of Helium.\n\nThe Heliumite was pressing close upon Vas Kor. The noble was bleeding from a dozen wounds. Astok saw that he could not for long withstand the cunning craft of that terrible sword hand.\n\n\u201cCourage, Vas Kor!\u201d he whispered in the other\u2019s ear. \u201cI have a plan. Hold him but a moment longer and all will be well,\u201d but the balance of the sentence, \u201cwith Astok, Prince of Dusar,\u201d he did not voice aloud.\n\nVas Kor, dreaming no treachery, nodded his head, and for a moment succeeded in holding Carthoris at bay. Then the Heliumite and the girl saw the Dusarian prince run swiftly to the opposite side of the chamber, touch something in the wall that sent a great panel swinging inward, and disappear into the black vault beyond.\n\nIt was done so quickly that by no possibility could they have intercepted him. Carthoris, fearful lest Vas Kor might similarly elude him, or Astok return immediately with reinforcements, sprang viciously in upon his antagonist, and a moment later the headless body of the Dusarian noble rolled upon the ersite floor."}, {"quote": "\u201cwith Astok, Prince of Dusar,", "context": "Astok, as was his way, finding that the enemy did not fall immediately before their swords, was leaving the brunt of the fighting to Vas Kor, and now as his eyes appraised the panthan carefully they presently went wider and wider, for slowly he had come to recognize the features of the Prince of Helium.\n\nThe Heliumite was pressing close upon Vas Kor. The noble was bleeding from a dozen wounds. Astok saw that he could not for long withstand the cunning craft of that terrible sword hand.\n\n\u201cCourage, Vas Kor!\u201d he whispered in the other\u2019s ear. \u201cI have a plan. Hold him but a moment longer and all will be well,\u201d but the balance of the sentence, \u201cwith Astok, Prince of Dusar,\u201d he did not voice aloud.\n\nVas Kor, dreaming no treachery, nodded his head, and for a moment succeeded in holding Carthoris at bay. Then the Heliumite and the girl saw the Dusarian prince run swiftly to the opposite side of the chamber, touch something in the wall that sent a great panel swinging inward, and disappear into the black vault beyond.\n\nIt was done so quickly that by no possibility could they have intercepted him. Carthoris, fearful lest Vas Kor might similarly elude him, or Astok return immediately with reinforcements, sprang viciously in upon his antagonist, and a moment later the headless body of the Dusarian noble rolled upon the ersite floor."}, {"quote": "\u201cThere is no time to be lost. Astok will be back in a moment with enough warriors to overpower me.\u201d", "context": "Vas Kor, dreaming no treachery, nodded his head, and for a moment succeeded in holding Carthoris at bay. Then the Heliumite and the girl saw the Dusarian prince run swiftly to the opposite side of the chamber, touch something in the wall that sent a great panel swinging inward, and disappear into the black vault beyond.\n\nIt was done so quickly that by no possibility could they have intercepted him. Carthoris, fearful lest Vas Kor might similarly elude him, or Astok return immediately with reinforcements, sprang viciously in upon his antagonist, and a moment later the headless body of the Dusarian noble rolled upon the ersite floor.\n\n\u201cCome!\u201d cried Carthoris. \u201cThere is no time to be lost. Astok will be back in a moment with enough warriors to overpower me.\u201d\n\nBut Astok had no such plan in mind, for such a move would have meant the spreading of the fact among the palace gossips that the Ptarthian princess was a prisoner in the east tower. Quickly would the word have come to his father, and no amount of falsifying could have explained away the facts that the jeddak\u2019s investigation would have brought to light.\n\nInstead Astok was racing madly through a long corridor to reach the door of the tower-room before Carthoris and Thuvia left the apartment. He had seen the girl remove the key and place it in her pocket-pouch, and he knew that a dagger point driven into the keyhole from the opposite side would imprison them in the secret chamber till eight dead worlds circled a cold, dead sun."}, {"quote": "\u201cWell, Kar Komak?", "context": "Astok could scarce repress a grin at the clever manner in which he had outwitted the noble and disposed of him at the same time. And then he rounded the turn and came face to face with an auburn-haired, white giant.\n\nThe fellow did not wait to ask the reason for his coming; instead he leaped upon him with a long-sword, so that Astok had to parry a dozen vicious cuts before he could disengage himself and flee back down the runway.\n\nA moment later Carthoris and Thuvia entered the corridor from the secret chamber.\n\n\u201cWell, Kar Komak?\u201d asked the Heliumite.\n\n\u201cIt is fortunate that you left me here, red man,\u201d said the bowman. \u201cI but just now intercepted one who seemed over-anxious to reach this door \u2014 it was he whom they call Astok, Prince of Dusar.\u201d\n\nCarthoris smiled.\n\n\u201cWhere is he now?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cHe escaped my blade, and ran down this corridor,\u201d replied Kar Komak.\n\n\u201cWe must lose no time, then!\u201d exclaimed Carthoris. \u201cHe will have the guard upon us yet!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt is fortunate that you left me here, red man,", "context": "Astok could scarce repress a grin at the clever manner in which he had outwitted the noble and disposed of him at the same time. And then he rounded the turn and came face to face with an auburn-haired, white giant.\n\nThe fellow did not wait to ask the reason for his coming; instead he leaped upon him with a long-sword, so that Astok had to parry a dozen vicious cuts before he could disengage himself and flee back down the runway.\n\nA moment later Carthoris and Thuvia entered the corridor from the secret chamber.\n\n\u201cWell, Kar Komak?\u201d asked the Heliumite.\n\n\u201cIt is fortunate that you left me here, red man,\u201d said the bowman. \u201cI but just now intercepted one who seemed over-anxious to reach this door \u2014 it was he whom they call Astok, Prince of Dusar.\u201d\n\nCarthoris smiled.\n\n\u201cWhere is he now?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cHe escaped my blade, and ran down this corridor,\u201d replied Kar Komak.\n\n\u201cWe must lose no time, then!\u201d exclaimed Carthoris. \u201cHe will have the guard upon us yet!\u201d\n\nTogether the three hastened along the winding passages through which Carthoris and Kar Komak had tracked the Dusarians by the marks of the latter\u2019s sandals in the thin dust that overspread the floors of these seldom-used passage-ways."}, {"quote": "\u201cI but just now intercepted one who seemed over-anxious to reach this door \u2014 it was he whom they call Astok, Prince of Dusar.\u201d", "context": "Astok could scarce repress a grin at the clever manner in which he had outwitted the noble and disposed of him at the same time. And then he rounded the turn and came face to face with an auburn-haired, white giant.\n\nThe fellow did not wait to ask the reason for his coming; instead he leaped upon him with a long-sword, so that Astok had to parry a dozen vicious cuts before he could disengage himself and flee back down the runway.\n\nA moment later Carthoris and Thuvia entered the corridor from the secret chamber.\n\n\u201cWell, Kar Komak?\u201d asked the Heliumite.\n\n\u201cIt is fortunate that you left me here, red man,\u201d said the bowman. \u201cI but just now intercepted one who seemed over-anxious to reach this door \u2014 it was he whom they call Astok, Prince of Dusar.\u201d\n\nCarthoris smiled.\n\n\u201cWhere is he now?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cHe escaped my blade, and ran down this corridor,\u201d replied Kar Komak.\n\n\u201cWe must lose no time, then!\u201d exclaimed Carthoris. \u201cHe will have the guard upon us yet!\u201d\n\nTogether the three hastened along the winding passages through which Carthoris and Kar Komak had tracked the Dusarians by the marks of the latter\u2019s sandals in the thin dust that overspread the floors of these seldom-used passage-ways."}, {"quote": "\u201cHe escaped my blade, and ran down this corridor,", "context": "The fellow did not wait to ask the reason for his coming; instead he leaped upon him with a long-sword, so that Astok had to parry a dozen vicious cuts before he could disengage himself and flee back down the runway.\n\nA moment later Carthoris and Thuvia entered the corridor from the secret chamber.\n\n\u201cWell, Kar Komak?\u201d asked the Heliumite.\n\n\u201cIt is fortunate that you left me here, red man,\u201d said the bowman. \u201cI but just now intercepted one who seemed over-anxious to reach this door \u2014 it was he whom they call Astok, Prince of Dusar.\u201d\n\nCarthoris smiled.\n\n\u201cWhere is he now?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cHe escaped my blade, and ran down this corridor,\u201d replied Kar Komak.\n\n\u201cWe must lose no time, then!\u201d exclaimed Carthoris. \u201cHe will have the guard upon us yet!\u201d\n\nTogether the three hastened along the winding passages through which Carthoris and Kar Komak had tracked the Dusarians by the marks of the latter\u2019s sandals in the thin dust that overspread the floors of these seldom-used passage-ways.\n\nThey had come to the chamber at the entrances to the lifts before they met with opposition. Here they found a handful of guardsmen, and an officer, who, seeing that they were strangers, questioned their presence in the palace of Astok."}, {"quote": "\u201cWe must lose no time, then!", "context": "A moment later Carthoris and Thuvia entered the corridor from the secret chamber.\n\n\u201cWell, Kar Komak?\u201d asked the Heliumite.\n\n\u201cIt is fortunate that you left me here, red man,\u201d said the bowman. \u201cI but just now intercepted one who seemed over-anxious to reach this door \u2014 it was he whom they call Astok, Prince of Dusar.\u201d\n\nCarthoris smiled.\n\n\u201cWhere is he now?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cHe escaped my blade, and ran down this corridor,\u201d replied Kar Komak.\n\n\u201cWe must lose no time, then!\u201d exclaimed Carthoris. \u201cHe will have the guard upon us yet!\u201d\n\nTogether the three hastened along the winding passages through which Carthoris and Kar Komak had tracked the Dusarians by the marks of the latter\u2019s sandals in the thin dust that overspread the floors of these seldom-used passage-ways.\n\nThey had come to the chamber at the entrances to the lifts before they met with opposition. Here they found a handful of guardsmen, and an officer, who, seeing that they were strangers, questioned their presence in the palace of Astok."}, {"quote": "\u201cHe will have the guard upon us yet!\u201d", "context": "\u201cWell, Kar Komak?\u201d asked the Heliumite.\n\n\u201cIt is fortunate that you left me here, red man,\u201d said the bowman. \u201cI but just now intercepted one who seemed over-anxious to reach this door \u2014 it was he whom they call Astok, Prince of Dusar.\u201d\n\nCarthoris smiled.\n\n\u201cWhere is he now?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cHe escaped my blade, and ran down this corridor,\u201d replied Kar Komak.\n\n\u201cWe must lose no time, then!\u201d exclaimed Carthoris. \u201cHe will have the guard upon us yet!\u201d\n\nTogether the three hastened along the winding passages through which Carthoris and Kar Komak had tracked the Dusarians by the marks of the latter\u2019s sandals in the thin dust that overspread the floors of these seldom-used passage-ways.\n\nThey had come to the chamber at the entrances to the lifts before they met with opposition. Here they found a handful of guardsmen, and an officer, who, seeing that they were strangers, questioned their presence in the palace of Astok.\n\nOnce more Carthoris and Kar Komak had recourse to their blades, and before they had won their way to one of the lifts the noise of the conflict must have aroused the entire palace, for they heard men shouting, and as they passed the many levels on their quick passage to the landing stage they saw armed men running hither and thither in search of the cause of the commotion."}, {"quote": "\u201cIt would be futile to descend,", "context": "If the ship was of a friendly power, he could do no less than stop and direct his guns upon her enemies, though with the precious freight he carried he scarcely felt justified in landing, for he could offer but two swords in reinforcement \u2014 scarce enough to warrant jeopardizing the safety of the Princess of Ptarth.\n\nAs they came close above the stricken ship, they could see that it would be but a question of minutes before the green horde would swarm across the armoured bulwarks to glut the ferocity of their bloodlust upon the defenders.\n\n\u201cIt would be futile to descend,\u201d said Carthoris to Thuvia. \u201cThe craft may even be of Dusar \u2014 she shows no insignia. All that we may do is fire upon the hordesmen\u201d; and as he spoke he stepped to one of the guns and deflected its muzzle toward the green warriors at the ship\u2019s side.\n\nAt the first shot from the Thuria those upon the vessel below evidently discovered her for the first time. Immediately a device fluttered from the bow of the warship on the ground. Thuvia of Ptarth caught her breath quickly, glancing at Carthoris."}, {"quote": "\u201cThe craft may even be of Dusar \u2014 she shows no insignia. All that we may do is fire upon the hordesmen", "context": "If the ship was of a friendly power, he could do no less than stop and direct his guns upon her enemies, though with the precious freight he carried he scarcely felt justified in landing, for he could offer but two swords in reinforcement \u2014 scarce enough to warrant jeopardizing the safety of the Princess of Ptarth.\n\nAs they came close above the stricken ship, they could see that it would be but a question of minutes before the green horde would swarm across the armoured bulwarks to glut the ferocity of their bloodlust upon the defenders.\n\n\u201cIt would be futile to descend,\u201d said Carthoris to Thuvia. \u201cThe craft may even be of Dusar \u2014 she shows no insignia. All that we may do is fire upon the hordesmen\u201d; and as he spoke he stepped to one of the guns and deflected its muzzle toward the green warriors at the ship\u2019s side.\n\nAt the first shot from the Thuria those upon the vessel below evidently discovered her for the first time. Immediately a device fluttered from the bow of the warship on the ground. Thuvia of Ptarth caught her breath quickly, glancing at Carthoris.\n\nThe device was that of Kulan Tith, Jeddak of Kaol \u2014 the man to whom the Princess of Ptarth was betrothed!"}, {"quote": "\u201cCan you navigate her?", "context": "How easy for the Heliumite to pass on, leaving his rival to the fate that could not for long be averted! No man could accuse him of cowardice or treachery, for Kulan Tith was in arms against Helium, and, further, upon the Thuria were not enough swords to delay even temporarily the outcome that already was a foregone conclusion in the minds of the watchers.\n\nWhat would Carthoris, Prince of Helium, do?\n\nScarce had the device broken to the faint breeze ere the bow of the Thuria dropped at a sharp angle toward the ground.\n\n\u201cCan you navigate her?\u201d asked Carthoris of Thuvia.\n\nThe girl nodded.\n\n\u201cI am going to try to take the survivors aboard,\u201d he continued. \u201cIt will need both Kar Komak and myself to man the guns while the Kaolians take to the boarding tackle. Keep her bow depressed against the rifle fire. She can bear it better in her forward armour, and at the same time the propellers will be protected.\u201d\n\nHe hurried to the cabin as Thuvia took the control. A moment later the boarding tackle dropped from the keel of the Thuria, and from a dozen points along either side stout, knotted leathern lines trailed downward. At the same time a signal broke from her bow:"}, {"quote": "\u201cI am going to try to take the survivors aboard,", "context": "How easy for the Heliumite to pass on, leaving his rival to the fate that could not for long be averted! No man could accuse him of cowardice or treachery, for Kulan Tith was in arms against Helium, and, further, upon the Thuria were not enough swords to delay even temporarily the outcome that already was a foregone conclusion in the minds of the watchers.\n\nWhat would Carthoris, Prince of Helium, do?\n\nScarce had the device broken to the faint breeze ere the bow of the Thuria dropped at a sharp angle toward the ground.\n\n\u201cCan you navigate her?\u201d asked Carthoris of Thuvia.\n\nThe girl nodded.\n\n\u201cI am going to try to take the survivors aboard,\u201d he continued. \u201cIt will need both Kar Komak and myself to man the guns while the Kaolians take to the boarding tackle. Keep her bow depressed against the rifle fire. She can bear it better in her forward armour, and at the same time the propellers will be protected.\u201d\n\nHe hurried to the cabin as Thuvia took the control. A moment later the boarding tackle dropped from the keel of the Thuria, and from a dozen points along either side stout, knotted leathern lines trailed downward. At the same time a signal broke from her bow:"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt will need both Kar Komak and myself to man the guns while the Kaolians take to the boarding tackle. Keep her bow depressed against the rifle fire. She can bear it better in her forward armour, and at the same time the propellers will be protected.\u201d", "context": "How easy for the Heliumite to pass on, leaving his rival to the fate that could not for long be averted! No man could accuse him of cowardice or treachery, for Kulan Tith was in arms against Helium, and, further, upon the Thuria were not enough swords to delay even temporarily the outcome that already was a foregone conclusion in the minds of the watchers.\n\nWhat would Carthoris, Prince of Helium, do?\n\nScarce had the device broken to the faint breeze ere the bow of the Thuria dropped at a sharp angle toward the ground.\n\n\u201cCan you navigate her?\u201d asked Carthoris of Thuvia.\n\nThe girl nodded.\n\n\u201cI am going to try to take the survivors aboard,\u201d he continued. \u201cIt will need both Kar Komak and myself to man the guns while the Kaolians take to the boarding tackle. Keep her bow depressed against the rifle fire. She can bear it better in her forward armour, and at the same time the propellers will be protected.\u201d\n\nHe hurried to the cabin as Thuvia took the control. A moment later the boarding tackle dropped from the keel of the Thuria, and from a dozen points along either side stout, knotted leathern lines trailed downward. At the same time a signal broke from her bow:\n\n\u201cPrepare to board us.\u201d\n\nA shout arose from the deck of the Kaolian warship. Carthoris, who by this time had returned from the cabin, smiled sadly. He was about to snatch from the jaws of death the man who stood between himself and the woman he loved."}, {"quote": "\u201cPrepare to board us.\u201d", "context": "\u201cIt will need both Kar Komak and myself to man the guns while the Kaolians take to the boarding tackle. Keep her bow depressed against the rifle fire. She can bear it better in her forward armour, and at the same time the propellers will be protected.\u201d\n\nHe hurried to the cabin as Thuvia took the control. A moment later the boarding tackle dropped from the keel of the Thuria, and from a dozen points along either side stout, knotted leathern lines trailed downward. At the same time a signal broke from her bow:\n\n\u201cPrepare to board us.\u201d\n\nA shout arose from the deck of the Kaolian warship. Carthoris, who by this time had returned from the cabin, smiled sadly. He was about to snatch from the jaws of death the man who stood between himself and the woman he loved.\n\n\u201cTake the port bow gun, Kar Komak,\u201d he called to the bowman, and himself stepped to the gun upon the starboard bow.\n\nThey could now feel the sharp shock of the explosions of the green warriors\u2019 projectiles against the armoured sides of the staunch Thuria."}, {"quote": "\u201cTake the port bow gun, Kar Komak,", "context": "He hurried to the cabin as Thuvia took the control. A moment later the boarding tackle dropped from the keel of the Thuria, and from a dozen points along either side stout, knotted leathern lines trailed downward. At the same time a signal broke from her bow:\n\n\u201cPrepare to board us.\u201d\n\nA shout arose from the deck of the Kaolian warship. Carthoris, who by this time had returned from the cabin, smiled sadly. He was about to snatch from the jaws of death the man who stood between himself and the woman he loved.\n\n\u201cTake the port bow gun, Kar Komak,\u201d he called to the bowman, and himself stepped to the gun upon the starboard bow.\n\nThey could now feel the sharp shock of the explosions of the green warriors\u2019 projectiles against the armoured sides of the staunch Thuria.\n\nIt was a forlorn hope at best. At any moment the repulsive ray tanks might be pierced. The men upon the Kaolian ship were battling with renewed hope. In the bow stood Kulan Tith, a brave figure fighting beside his brave warriors, beating back the ferocious green men."}, {"quote": "\u201cthat offers his life in the service of Kulan Tith? Never was wrought a nobler deed of self-sacrifice upon Barsoom!\u201d", "context": "When the green men saw only two warriors and a woman upon the deck of the Thuria, a savage shout of triumph arose from their ranks, while an answering groan broke from the lips of the Kaolians.\n\nThe former now turned their attention upon the new arrival, for they saw her defenders could soon be overcome and that from her deck they could command the deck of the better-manned ship.\n\nAs they charged a shout of warning came from Kulan Tith, upon the bridge of his own ship, and with it an appreciation of the valour of the act that had put the smaller vessel in these sore straits.\n\n\u201cWho is it,\u201d he cried, \u201cthat offers his life in the service of Kulan Tith? Never was wrought a nobler deed of self-sacrifice upon Barsoom!\u201d\n\nThe green horde was scrambling over the Thuria\u2019s side as there broke from the bow the device of Carthoris, Prince of Helium, in reply to the query of the jeddak of Kaol. None upon the smaller flier had opportunity to note the effect of this announcement upon the Kaolians, for their attention was claimed slowly now by that which was transpiring upon their own deck.\n\nKar Komak stood behind the gun he had been operating, staring with wide eyes at the onrushing hideous green warriors. Carthoris, seeing him thus, felt a pang of regret that, after all, this man that he had thought so valorous should prove, in the hour of need, as spineless as Jav or Tario."}, {"quote": "\u201cKar Komak \u2014 the man!", "context": "The green horde was scrambling over the Thuria\u2019s side as there broke from the bow the device of Carthoris, Prince of Helium, in reply to the query of the jeddak of Kaol. None upon the smaller flier had opportunity to note the effect of this announcement upon the Kaolians, for their attention was claimed slowly now by that which was transpiring upon their own deck.\n\nKar Komak stood behind the gun he had been operating, staring with wide eyes at the onrushing hideous green warriors. Carthoris, seeing him thus, felt a pang of regret that, after all, this man that he had thought so valorous should prove, in the hour of need, as spineless as Jav or Tario.\n\n\u201cKar Komak \u2014 the man!\u201d he shouted. \u201cGrip yourself! Remember the days of the glory of the seafarers of Lothar. Fight! Fight, man! Fight as never man fought before. All that remains to us is to die fighting.\u201d\n\nKar Komak turned toward the Heliumite, a grim smile upon his lips.\n\n\u201cWhy should we fight,\u201d he asked. \u201cAgainst such fearful odds? There is another way \u2014 a better way. Look!\u201d He pointed toward the companion-way that led below deck."}, {"quote": "\u201cGrip yourself! Remember the days of the glory of the seafarers of Lothar. Fight! Fight, man! Fight as never man fought before. All that remains to us is to die fighting.\u201d", "context": "The green horde was scrambling over the Thuria\u2019s side as there broke from the bow the device of Carthoris, Prince of Helium, in reply to the query of the jeddak of Kaol. None upon the smaller flier had opportunity to note the effect of this announcement upon the Kaolians, for their attention was claimed slowly now by that which was transpiring upon their own deck.\n\nKar Komak stood behind the gun he had been operating, staring with wide eyes at the onrushing hideous green warriors. Carthoris, seeing him thus, felt a pang of regret that, after all, this man that he had thought so valorous should prove, in the hour of need, as spineless as Jav or Tario.\n\n\u201cKar Komak \u2014 the man!\u201d he shouted. \u201cGrip yourself! Remember the days of the glory of the seafarers of Lothar. Fight! Fight, man! Fight as never man fought before. All that remains to us is to die fighting.\u201d\n\nKar Komak turned toward the Heliumite, a grim smile upon his lips.\n\n\u201cWhy should we fight,\u201d he asked. \u201cAgainst such fearful odds? There is another way \u2014 a better way. Look!\u201d He pointed toward the companion-way that led below deck.\n\nThe green men, a handful of them, had already reached the Thuria\u2019s deck, as Carthoris glanced in the direction the Lotharian had indicated. The sight that met his eyes set his heart to thumping in joy and relief \u2014 Thuvia of Ptarth might yet be saved? For from below there poured a stream of giant bowmen, grim and terrible. Not the bowmen of Tario or Jav, but the bowmen of an odwar of bowmen \u2014 savage fighting men, eager for the fray."}, {"quote": "\u201cWhy should we fight,", "context": "Kar Komak stood behind the gun he had been operating, staring with wide eyes at the onrushing hideous green warriors. Carthoris, seeing him thus, felt a pang of regret that, after all, this man that he had thought so valorous should prove, in the hour of need, as spineless as Jav or Tario.\n\n\u201cKar Komak \u2014 the man!\u201d he shouted. \u201cGrip yourself! Remember the days of the glory of the seafarers of Lothar. Fight! Fight, man! Fight as never man fought before. All that remains to us is to die fighting.\u201d\n\nKar Komak turned toward the Heliumite, a grim smile upon his lips.\n\n\u201cWhy should we fight,\u201d he asked. \u201cAgainst such fearful odds? There is another way \u2014 a better way. Look!\u201d He pointed toward the companion-way that led below deck.\n\nThe green men, a handful of them, had already reached the Thuria\u2019s deck, as Carthoris glanced in the direction the Lotharian had indicated. The sight that met his eyes set his heart to thumping in joy and relief \u2014 Thuvia of Ptarth might yet be saved? For from below there poured a stream of giant bowmen, grim and terrible. Not the bowmen of Tario or Jav, but the bowmen of an odwar of bowmen \u2014 savage fighting men, eager for the fray."}, {"quote": "\u201cAgainst such fearful odds? There is another way \u2014 a better way. Look!", "context": "Kar Komak stood behind the gun he had been operating, staring with wide eyes at the onrushing hideous green warriors. Carthoris, seeing him thus, felt a pang of regret that, after all, this man that he had thought so valorous should prove, in the hour of need, as spineless as Jav or Tario.\n\n\u201cKar Komak \u2014 the man!\u201d he shouted. \u201cGrip yourself! Remember the days of the glory of the seafarers of Lothar. Fight! Fight, man! Fight as never man fought before. All that remains to us is to die fighting.\u201d\n\nKar Komak turned toward the Heliumite, a grim smile upon his lips.\n\n\u201cWhy should we fight,\u201d he asked. \u201cAgainst such fearful odds? There is another way \u2014 a better way. Look!\u201d He pointed toward the companion-way that led below deck.\n\nThe green men, a handful of them, had already reached the Thuria\u2019s deck, as Carthoris glanced in the direction the Lotharian had indicated. The sight that met his eyes set his heart to thumping in joy and relief \u2014 Thuvia of Ptarth might yet be saved? For from below there poured a stream of giant bowmen, grim and terrible. Not the bowmen of Tario or Jav, but the bowmen of an odwar of bowmen \u2014 savage fighting men, eager for the fray."}, {"quote": "\u201cThey have taught me a lesson, these vanishing bowmen of Lothar,", "context": "Beyond a low promontory of what once had been an island the green men were disappearing toward the west. Close upon their heels raced the fleet bowmen of a bygone day, and forging steadily ahead among them Carthoris and Thuvia could see the mighty figure of Kar Komak, brandishing aloft the Torquasian short-sword with which he was armed, as he urged his creatures after the retreating enemy.\n\nAs the last of them disappeared behind the promontory, Carthoris turned toward Thuvia of Ptarth.\n\n\u201cThey have taught me a lesson, these vanishing bowmen of Lothar,\u201d he said. \u201cWhen they have served their purpose they remain not to embarrass their masters by their presence. Kulan Tith and his warriors are here to protect you. My acts have constituted the proof of my honesty of purpose. Good-bye,\u201d and he knelt at her feet, raising a bit of her harness to his lips.\n\nThe girl reached out a hand and laid it upon the thick black hair of the head bent before her. Softly she asked:\n\n\u201cWhere are you going, Carthoris?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhen they have served their purpose they remain not to embarrass their masters by their presence. Kulan Tith and his warriors are here to protect you. My acts have constituted the proof of my honesty of purpose. Good-bye,", "context": "Beyond a low promontory of what once had been an island the green men were disappearing toward the west. Close upon their heels raced the fleet bowmen of a bygone day, and forging steadily ahead among them Carthoris and Thuvia could see the mighty figure of Kar Komak, brandishing aloft the Torquasian short-sword with which he was armed, as he urged his creatures after the retreating enemy.\n\nAs the last of them disappeared behind the promontory, Carthoris turned toward Thuvia of Ptarth.\n\n\u201cThey have taught me a lesson, these vanishing bowmen of Lothar,\u201d he said. \u201cWhen they have served their purpose they remain not to embarrass their masters by their presence. Kulan Tith and his warriors are here to protect you. My acts have constituted the proof of my honesty of purpose. Good-bye,\u201d and he knelt at her feet, raising a bit of her harness to his lips.\n\nThe girl reached out a hand and laid it upon the thick black hair of the head bent before her. Softly she asked:\n\n\u201cWhere are you going, Carthoris?\u201d\n\n\u201cWith Kar Komak, the bowman,\u201d he replied. \u201cThere will be fighting and forgetfulness.\u201d\n\nThe girl put her hands before her eyes, as though to shut out some mighty temptation from her sight.\n\n\u201cMay my ancestors have mercy upon me"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhere are you going, Carthoris?\u201d", "context": "\u201cThey have taught me a lesson, these vanishing bowmen of Lothar,\u201d he said. \u201cWhen they have served their purpose they remain not to embarrass their masters by their presence. Kulan Tith and his warriors are here to protect you. My acts have constituted the proof of my honesty of purpose. Good-bye,\u201d and he knelt at her feet, raising a bit of her harness to his lips.\n\nThe girl reached out a hand and laid it upon the thick black hair of the head bent before her. Softly she asked:\n\n\u201cWhere are you going, Carthoris?\u201d\n\n\u201cWith Kar Komak, the bowman,\u201d he replied. \u201cThere will be fighting and forgetfulness.\u201d\n\nThe girl put her hands before her eyes, as though to shut out some mighty temptation from her sight.\n\n\u201cMay my ancestors have mercy upon me,\u201d she cried, \u201cif I say the thing I have no right to say; but I cannot see you cast your life away, Carthoris, Prince of Helium! Stay, my chieftain. Stay \u2014 I love you!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWith Kar Komak, the bowman,", "context": "\u201cWhen they have served their purpose they remain not to embarrass their masters by their presence. Kulan Tith and his warriors are here to protect you. My acts have constituted the proof of my honesty of purpose. Good-bye,\u201d and he knelt at her feet, raising a bit of her harness to his lips.\n\nThe girl reached out a hand and laid it upon the thick black hair of the head bent before her. Softly she asked:\n\n\u201cWhere are you going, Carthoris?\u201d\n\n\u201cWith Kar Komak, the bowman,\u201d he replied. \u201cThere will be fighting and forgetfulness.\u201d\n\nThe girl put her hands before her eyes, as though to shut out some mighty temptation from her sight.\n\n\u201cMay my ancestors have mercy upon me,\u201d she cried, \u201cif I say the thing I have no right to say; but I cannot see you cast your life away, Carthoris, Prince of Helium! Stay, my chieftain. Stay \u2014 I love you!\u201d\n\nA cough behind them brought both about, and there they saw standing, not two paces from them Kulan Tith, Jeddak of Kaol."}, {"quote": "\u201cThere will be fighting and forgetfulness.\u201d", "context": "\u201cWhen they have served their purpose they remain not to embarrass their masters by their presence. Kulan Tith and his warriors are here to protect you. My acts have constituted the proof of my honesty of purpose. Good-bye,\u201d and he knelt at her feet, raising a bit of her harness to his lips.\n\nThe girl reached out a hand and laid it upon the thick black hair of the head bent before her. Softly she asked:\n\n\u201cWhere are you going, Carthoris?\u201d\n\n\u201cWith Kar Komak, the bowman,\u201d he replied. \u201cThere will be fighting and forgetfulness.\u201d\n\nThe girl put her hands before her eyes, as though to shut out some mighty temptation from her sight.\n\n\u201cMay my ancestors have mercy upon me,\u201d she cried, \u201cif I say the thing I have no right to say; but I cannot see you cast your life away, Carthoris, Prince of Helium! Stay, my chieftain. Stay \u2014 I love you!\u201d\n\nA cough behind them brought both about, and there they saw standing, not two paces from them Kulan Tith, Jeddak of Kaol."}, {"quote": "\u201cMay my ancestors have mercy upon me,", "context": "\u201cWhen they have served their purpose they remain not to embarrass their masters by their presence. Kulan Tith and his warriors are here to protect you. My acts have constituted the proof of my honesty of purpose. Good-bye,\u201d and he knelt at her feet, raising a bit of her harness to his lips.\n\nThe girl reached out a hand and laid it upon the thick black hair of the head bent before her. Softly she asked:\n\n\u201cWhere are you going, Carthoris?\u201d\n\n\u201cWith Kar Komak, the bowman,\u201d he replied. \u201cThere will be fighting and forgetfulness.\u201d\n\nThe girl put her hands before her eyes, as though to shut out some mighty temptation from her sight.\n\n\u201cMay my ancestors have mercy upon me,\u201d she cried, \u201cif I say the thing I have no right to say; but I cannot see you cast your life away, Carthoris, Prince of Helium! Stay, my chieftain. Stay \u2014 I love you!\u201d\n\nA cough behind them brought both about, and there they saw standing, not two paces from them Kulan Tith, Jeddak of Kaol.\n\nFor a long moment none spoke. Then Kulan Tith cleared his throat.\n\n\u201cI could not help hearing all that passed"}, {"quote": "\u201cif I say the thing I have no right to say; but I cannot see you cast your life away, Carthoris, Prince of Helium! Stay, my chieftain. Stay \u2014 I love you!\u201d", "context": "\u201d and he knelt at her feet, raising a bit of her harness to his lips.\n\nThe girl reached out a hand and laid it upon the thick black hair of the head bent before her. Softly she asked:\n\n\u201cWhere are you going, Carthoris?\u201d\n\n\u201cWith Kar Komak, the bowman,\u201d he replied. \u201cThere will be fighting and forgetfulness.\u201d\n\nThe girl put her hands before her eyes, as though to shut out some mighty temptation from her sight.\n\n\u201cMay my ancestors have mercy upon me,\u201d she cried, \u201cif I say the thing I have no right to say; but I cannot see you cast your life away, Carthoris, Prince of Helium! Stay, my chieftain. Stay \u2014 I love you!\u201d\n\nA cough behind them brought both about, and there they saw standing, not two paces from them Kulan Tith, Jeddak of Kaol.\n\nFor a long moment none spoke. Then Kulan Tith cleared his throat.\n\n\u201cI could not help hearing all that passed,\u201d he said. \u201cI am no fool, to be blind to the love that lies between you. Nor am I blind to the lofty honour that has caused you, Carthoris, to risk your life and hers to save mine, though you thought that that very act would rob you of the chance to keep her for your own."}, {"quote": "\u201cI could not help hearing all that passed,", "context": "\u201cMay my ancestors have mercy upon me,\u201d she cried, \u201cif I say the thing I have no right to say; but I cannot see you cast your life away, Carthoris, Prince of Helium! Stay, my chieftain. Stay \u2014 I love you!\u201d\n\nA cough behind them brought both about, and there they saw standing, not two paces from them Kulan Tith, Jeddak of Kaol.\n\nFor a long moment none spoke. Then Kulan Tith cleared his throat.\n\n\u201cI could not help hearing all that passed,\u201d he said. \u201cI am no fool, to be blind to the love that lies between you. Nor am I blind to the lofty honour that has caused you, Carthoris, to risk your life and hers to save mine, though you thought that that very act would rob you of the chance to keep her for your own.\n\n\u201cNor can I fail to appreciate the virtue that has kept your lips sealed against words of love for this Heliumite, Thuvia, for I know that I have but just heard the first declaration of your passion for him. I do not condemn you. Rather should I have condemned you had you entered a loveless marriage with me."}, {"quote": "\u201cTake back your liberty, Thuvia of Ptarth,", "context": "\u201d he said. \u201cI am no fool, to be blind to the love that lies between you. Nor am I blind to the lofty honour that has caused you, Carthoris, to risk your life and hers to save mine, though you thought that that very act would rob you of the chance to keep her for your own.\n\n\u201cNor can I fail to appreciate the virtue that has kept your lips sealed against words of love for this Heliumite, Thuvia, for I know that I have but just heard the first declaration of your passion for him. I do not condemn you. Rather should I have condemned you had you entered a loveless marriage with me.\n\n\u201cTake back your liberty, Thuvia of Ptarth,\u201d he cried, \u201cand bestow it where your heart already lies enchained, and when the golden collars are clasped about your necks you will see that Kulan Tith\u2019s is the first sword to be raised in declaration of eternal friendship for the new Princess of Helium and her royal mate!\u201d\n\nA GLOSSARY OF NAMES AND TERMS USED IN THE MARTIAN BOOKS\n\nAaanthor. A dead city of ancient Mars.\n\nAisle of Hope. An aisle leading to the court-room in Helium."}, {"quote": "\u201cA Journey to the Moon,", "context": "We may remember the intense sympathy which had accompanied the travelers on their departure. If at the beginning of the enterprise they had excited such emotion both in the old and new world, with what enthusiasm would they be received on their return! The millions of spectators which had beset the peninsula of Florida, would they not rush to meet these sublime adventurers? Those legions of strangers, hurrying from all parts of the globe toward the American shores, would they leave the Union without having seen Barbicane, Nicholl, and Michel Ardan? No! and the ardent passion of the public was bound to respond worthily to the greatness of the enterprise. Human creatures who had left the terrestrial sphere, and returned after this strange voyage into celestial space, could not fail to be received as the prophet Elias would be if he came back to earth. To see them first, and then to hear them, such was the universal longing.\n\nBarbicane, Michel Ardan, Nicholl, and the delegates of the Gun Club, returning without delay to Baltimore, were received with indescribable enthusiasm. The notes of President Barbicane\u2019s voyage were ready to be given to the public. The New York Herald bought the manuscript at a price not yet known, but which must have been very high. Indeed, during the publication of \u201cA Journey to the Moon,\u201d the sale of this paper amounted to five millions of copies. Three days after the return of the travelers to the earth, the slightest detail of their expedition was known. There remained nothing more but to see the heroes of this superhuman enterprise.\n\nThe expedition of Barbicane and his friends round the moon had enabled them to correct the many admitted theories regarding the terrestrial satellite. These savants had observed de visu, and under particular circumstances. They knew what systems should be rejected, what retained with regard to the formation of that orb, its origin, its habitability. Its past, present, and future had even given up their last secrets. Who could advance objections against conscientious observers, who at less than twenty-four miles distance had marked that curious mountain of Tycho, the strangest system of lunar orography? How answer those savants whose sight had penetrated the abyss of Pluto\u2019s circle? How contradict those bold ones whom the chances of their enterprise had borne over that invisible face of the disc, which no human eye until then had ever seen? It was now their turn to impose some limit on that selenographic science, which had reconstructed the lunar world as Cuvier did the skeleton of a fossil, and say,"}, {"quote": "\u201cThe moon was this, a habitable world, inhabited before the earth. The moon is that, a world uninhabitable, and now uninhabited.\u201d", "context": "The expedition of Barbicane and his friends round the moon had enabled them to correct the many admitted theories regarding the terrestrial satellite. These savants had observed de visu, and under particular circumstances. They knew what systems should be rejected, what retained with regard to the formation of that orb, its origin, its habitability. Its past, present, and future had even given up their last secrets. Who could advance objections against conscientious observers, who at less than twenty-four miles distance had marked that curious mountain of Tycho, the strangest system of lunar orography? How answer those savants whose sight had penetrated the abyss of Pluto\u2019s circle? How contradict those bold ones whom the chances of their enterprise had borne over that invisible face of the disc, which no human eye until then had ever seen? It was now their turn to impose some limit on that selenographic science, which had reconstructed the lunar world as Cuvier did the skeleton of a fossil, and say, \u201cThe moon was this, a habitable world, inhabited before the earth. The moon is that, a world uninhabitable, and now uninhabited.\u201d\n\nTo celebrate the return of its most illustrious member and his two companions, the Gun Club decided upon giving a banquet, but a banquet worthy of the conquerors, worthy of the American people, and under such conditions that all the inhabitants of the Union could directly take part in it.\n\nAll the head lines of railroads in the States were joined by flying rails; and on all the platforms, lined with the same flags, and decorated with the same ornaments, were tables laid and all served alike. At certain hours, successively calculated, marked by electric clocks which beat the seconds at the same time, the population were invited to take their places at the banquet tables. For four days, from the 5th to the 9th of January, the trains were stopped as they are on Sundays on the railways of the United States, and every road was open. One engine only at full speed, drawing a triumphal carriage, had the right of traveling for those four days on the railroads of the United States."}, {"quote": "\u201cNational Company of Interstellary Communication.", "context": "And now will this attempt, unprecedented in the annals of travels, lead to any practical result? Will direct communication with the moon ever be established? Will they ever lay the foundation of a traveling service through the solar world? Will they go from one planet to another, from Jupiter to Mercury, and after awhile from one star to another, from the Polar to Sirius? Will this means of locomotion allow us to visit those suns which swarm in the firmament?\n\nTo such questions no answer can be given. But knowing the bold ingenuity of the Anglo-Saxon race, no one would be astonished if the Americans seek to make some use of President Barbicane\u2019s attempt.\n\nThus, some time after the return of the travelers, the public received with marked favor the announcement of a company, limited, with a capital of a hundred million of dollars, divided into a hundred thousand shares of a thousand dollars each, under the name of the \u201cNational Company of Interstellary Communication.\u201d President, Barbicane; vice-president, Captain Nicholl; secretary, J. T. Maston; director of movements, Michel Ardan.\n\nAnd as it is part of the American temperament to foresee everything in business, even failure, the Honorable Harry Trolloppe, judge commissioner, and Francis Drayton, magistrate, were nominated beforehand!\n\nTHE END.\n\n******* Notes: Jules Verne\u2019s \u201cFrom the Earth to the Moon\u201d and \u201cA Trip Around It\u201d\n\nI originally intended to \u201ccorrect\u201d some of the numbers in the book. For example, page 207 has \u201cthirteenth\u201d where \u201cthirtieth\u201d would be more appropriate. Some of the densities and volumes and masses don\u2019t match up. The business with the wrong exhaust velocity of the gun is also a bit confusing. The dates and times aren\u2019t quite consistent throughout, although they are close enough that Verne must have been working from a time-line. For example, I think he has the time for the fall back to earth exactly matching the time for the trip out. There are also inconsistent spellings, for example \u201caluminum\u201d and \u201caluminium\u201d. Some of these annoyed me, in the sense of disturbing my reading; since the reader is reading for pleasure, the annoyance should be removed."}, {"quote": "\"Watch where you're going, Terrie!\"", "context": "A cosmopolitan throng filled the walkways. Soldiers predominated -- huge, shy Dacors, little slant-eyed Yangtusans, brawling Gorrads, all the manhood of Valgolia. Then there were other races, blue-skinned Vegans, furry Proximans, completely non-humanoid Sirians and Antarians. They were here as traders, observers, tourists, whatever else of a non-military nature one can imagine.\n\nI made an absent-minded way through the crowds. A sudden crack on the side of my head, nearly bowling me over, brought me to awareness. I looked up into the arrogant face of one of the new recruits and heard him rasp, \"Watch where you're going, Terrie!\"\n\nThe young blood in the Valgolian military is deliberately trained to harshness, even brutality, for our militarism must impress such backward colonies as Earth. It goes against our grain, but it is necessary. At another time this might have annoyed me. I could have pulled rank on him. Not only was I an officer, but such treatment must be used with intellectual deliberation. The occasional young garrison trooper who comes here with the idea that the natives are an inferior breed to be kicked around misses the whole point of Empire. If, indeed, Earth's millions were an inferior breed, I wouldn't have been here at all. Valgol needs an economic empire, but if all we had in mind was serfdom we'd be perfectly content with the plodding animal life of Deneb VII or a hundred other worlds."}, {"quote": "\"Hello, Coordinator.\"", "context": "I've always felt a little sorry for the class. They work, and study, and toady to us, and try so hard to be like us. It's frustrating, because that's exactly what we don't want. Valgolians are Valgolians and Earthlings are men of Earth. Well, Terries are important to the ultimate aims of the Empire, but not in the way they think they are. They serve as another symbol of Valgolian conquest for Earth to hate.\n\nI entered the Administration Building. They expected me there and took me at once to the office of General Vorka, who's a general only as far as this solar system is concerned. Had there been any Earthlings around, I would have saluted to conform to the show of militarism, but General Vorka sat alone behind his desk, and I merely said, \"Hello, Coordinator.\"\n\nThe sleeves of his tunic rolled up, the heat of North America beading his forehead with sweat, the big man looked up at me. \"Ah, yes. I'm glad you're finally prepared. The sooner we get this thing started -- \" He extended a silver galla-dust box. \"Sniff? Have a seat, Conru.\"\n\nI inhaled gratefully and relaxed. The Coordinator picked up a sheaf of papers on his desk and leafed through them. \"Umm-mm, only fifty-two years old and a captain already. Remarkably able, a young man like you. And your work hitherto has been outstanding. That Vegan business....\""}, {"quote": "\"Sniff? Have a seat, Conru.\"", "context": "I entered the Administration Building. They expected me there and took me at once to the office of General Vorka, who's a general only as far as this solar system is concerned. Had there been any Earthlings around, I would have saluted to conform to the show of militarism, but General Vorka sat alone behind his desk, and I merely said, \"Hello, Coordinator.\"\n\nThe sleeves of his tunic rolled up, the heat of North America beading his forehead with sweat, the big man looked up at me. \"Ah, yes. I'm glad you're finally prepared. The sooner we get this thing started -- \" He extended a silver galla-dust box. \"Sniff? Have a seat, Conru.\"\n\nI inhaled gratefully and relaxed. The Coordinator picked up a sheaf of papers on his desk and leafed through them. \"Umm-mm, only fifty-two years old and a captain already. Remarkably able, a young man like you. And your work hitherto has been outstanding. That Vegan business....\"\n\nI said yes, I knew, but could he please get down to business. You couldn't blame me for being a bit anxious to begin. Disguised as I was as an Earthman, I felt uncomfortable, embarrassed, almost, at being with my ex-countrymen."}, {"quote": "\"Umm-mm, only fifty-two years old and a captain already. Remarkably able, a young man like you. And your work hitherto has been outstanding. That Vegan business....\"", "context": "\"Hello, Coordinator.\"\n\nThe sleeves of his tunic rolled up, the heat of North America beading his forehead with sweat, the big man looked up at me. \"Ah, yes. I'm glad you're finally prepared. The sooner we get this thing started -- \" He extended a silver galla-dust box. \"Sniff? Have a seat, Conru.\"\n\nI inhaled gratefully and relaxed. The Coordinator picked up a sheaf of papers on his desk and leafed through them. \"Umm-mm, only fifty-two years old and a captain already. Remarkably able, a young man like you. And your work hitherto has been outstanding. That Vegan business....\"\n\nI said yes, I knew, but could he please get down to business. You couldn't blame me for being a bit anxious to begin. Disguised as I was as an Earthman, I felt uncomfortable, embarrassed, almost, at being with my ex-countrymen.\n\nThe Coordinator shrugged. \"Well, if you can carry this business off -- fine. If you fail, you may die quite unpleasantly. That's their trouble, Conru: you wouldn't be regarded as an individual, but as a Valgolian. Did you know that they even make such distinctions among themselves? I mean races and sub-races and social castes and the like; it's keeping them divided and impotent, Conru. It's also keeping them out of the Empire. A shame.\""}, {"quote": "\"Well, if you can carry this business off -- fine. If you fail, you may die quite unpleasantly. That's their trouble, Conru: you wouldn't be regarded as an individual, but as a Valgolian. Did you know that they even make such distinctions among themselves? I mean races and sub-races and social castes and the like; it's keeping them divided and impotent, Conru. It's also keeping them out of the Empire. A shame.\"", "context": "\"Umm-mm, only fifty-two years old and a captain already. Remarkably able, a young man like you. And your work hitherto has been outstanding. That Vegan business....\"\n\nI said yes, I knew, but could he please get down to business. You couldn't blame me for being a bit anxious to begin. Disguised as I was as an Earthman, I felt uncomfortable, embarrassed, almost, at being with my ex-countrymen.\n\nThe Coordinator shrugged. \"Well, if you can carry this business off -- fine. If you fail, you may die quite unpleasantly. That's their trouble, Conru: you wouldn't be regarded as an individual, but as a Valgolian. Did you know that they even make such distinctions among themselves? I mean races and sub-races and social castes and the like; it's keeping them divided and impotent, Conru. It's also keeping them out of the Empire. A shame.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nI knew all that, of course, but I merely nodded. Coordinator Vorka was a wonderful man in his field, and if he tended to be on the garrulous side, what could I do? I said, \"I know that, sir. I also know I was picked for a dangerous job because you thought I could fill the role. But I still don't know exactly what the job is.\"\n\nCoordinator Vorka smiled. \"I'm afraid I can't tell you much more than you must already have guessed"}, {"quote": "\"I know that, sir. I also know I was picked for a dangerous job because you thought I could fill the role. But I still don't know exactly what the job is.\"", "context": "\"Well, if you can carry this business off -- fine. If you fail, you may die quite unpleasantly. That's their trouble, Conru: you wouldn't be regarded as an individual, but as a Valgolian. Did you know that they even make such distinctions among themselves? I mean races and sub-races and social castes and the like; it's keeping them divided and impotent, Conru. It's also keeping them out of the Empire. A shame.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nI knew all that, of course, but I merely nodded. Coordinator Vorka was a wonderful man in his field, and if he tended to be on the garrulous side, what could I do? I said, \"I know that, sir. I also know I was picked for a dangerous job because you thought I could fill the role. But I still don't know exactly what the job is.\"\n\nCoordinator Vorka smiled. \"I'm afraid I can't tell you much more than you must already have guessed,\" he said. \"The anarch movement here -- the rebels, that is -- is getting no place, primarily because of internal difficulties. When members of the same group spit epithets at each other referring to what they consider racial or national distinctions which determine superiority or inferiority, the group is bound to be an insecure one. Such insecurity just does not make for a strong rebellion, Conru. They try, and we goad them -- but dissention splits them constantly and their revolutions fizzle out."}, {"quote": "\"I'm afraid I can't tell you much more than you must already have guessed,", "context": "\"Well, if you can carry this business off -- fine. If you fail, you may die quite unpleasantly. That's their trouble, Conru: you wouldn't be regarded as an individual, but as a Valgolian. Did you know that they even make such distinctions among themselves? I mean races and sub-races and social castes and the like; it's keeping them divided and impotent, Conru. It's also keeping them out of the Empire. A shame.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nI knew all that, of course, but I merely nodded. Coordinator Vorka was a wonderful man in his field, and if he tended to be on the garrulous side, what could I do? I said, \"I know that, sir. I also know I was picked for a dangerous job because you thought I could fill the role. But I still don't know exactly what the job is.\"\n\nCoordinator Vorka smiled. \"I'm afraid I can't tell you much more than you must already have guessed,\" he said. \"The anarch movement here -- the rebels, that is -- is getting no place, primarily because of internal difficulties. When members of the same group spit epithets at each other referring to what they consider racial or national distinctions which determine superiority or inferiority, the group is bound to be an insecure one. Such insecurity just does not make for a strong rebellion, Conru. They try, and we goad them -- but dissention splits them constantly and their revolutions fizzle out.\n\n\"They just can't unite against us, can't unite at all. Conru, you know how we've tried to educate them. It's worked, too, to some extent. But you can't educate three billion people who have a whole cultural pattern behind them.\""}, {"quote": "\"They just can't unite against us, can't unite at all. Conru, you know how we've tried to educate them. It's worked, too, to some extent. But you can't educate three billion people who have a whole cultural pattern behind them.\"", "context": "\" he said. \"The anarch movement here -- the rebels, that is -- is getting no place, primarily because of internal difficulties. When members of the same group spit epithets at each other referring to what they consider racial or national distinctions which determine superiority or inferiority, the group is bound to be an insecure one. Such insecurity just does not make for a strong rebellion, Conru. They try, and we goad them -- but dissention splits them constantly and their revolutions fizzle out.\n\n\"They just can't unite against us, can't unite at all. Conru, you know how we've tried to educate them. It's worked, too, to some extent. But you can't educate three billion people who have a whole cultural pattern behind them.\"\n\nI winced. \"Three billion?\"\n\n\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture, as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"\n\nI nodded. \"We learned the hard way. The old Valgol was a poor planet and we had to unite to conquer space or we could not have survived.\"\n\nThe Coordinator sniffed again at his silver box."}, {"quote": "\"Three billion?\"", "context": "\" he said. \"The anarch movement here -- the rebels, that is -- is getting no place, primarily because of internal difficulties. When members of the same group spit epithets at each other referring to what they consider racial or national distinctions which determine superiority or inferiority, the group is bound to be an insecure one. Such insecurity just does not make for a strong rebellion, Conru. They try, and we goad them -- but dissention splits them constantly and their revolutions fizzle out.\n\n\"They just can't unite against us, can't unite at all. Conru, you know how we've tried to educate them. It's worked, too, to some extent. But you can't educate three billion people who have a whole cultural pattern behind them.\"\n\nI winced. \"Three billion?\"\n\n\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture, as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"\n\nI nodded. \"We learned the hard way. The old Valgol was a poor planet and we had to unite to conquer space or we could not have survived.\"\n\nThe Coordinator sniffed again at his silver box. \"Of course. And we're trying to help these people unite. They don't have to make the same mistakes we did, long ago. They don't have to at all. Get them to hate us enough, get them to hate us until all their own clannish hatreds don't count at all.... Well, you know what happened on Samtrak.\""}, {"quote": "\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture, as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"", "context": "\" he said. \"The anarch movement here -- the rebels, that is -- is getting no place, primarily because of internal difficulties. When members of the same group spit epithets at each other referring to what they consider racial or national distinctions which determine superiority or inferiority, the group is bound to be an insecure one. Such insecurity just does not make for a strong rebellion, Conru. They try, and we goad them -- but dissention splits them constantly and their revolutions fizzle out.\n\n\"They just can't unite against us, can't unite at all. Conru, you know how we've tried to educate them. It's worked, too, to some extent. But you can't educate three billion people who have a whole cultural pattern behind them.\"\n\nI winced. \"Three billion?\"\n\n\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture, as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"\n\nI nodded. \"We learned the hard way. The old Valgol was a poor planet and we had to unite to conquer space or we could not have survived.\"\n\nThe Coordinator sniffed again at his silver box. \"Of course. And we're trying to help these people unite. They don't have to make the same mistakes we did, long ago. They don't have to at all. Get them to hate us enough, get them to hate us until all their own clannish hatreds don't count at all.... Well, you know what happened on Samtrak.\""}, {"quote": "\"We learned the hard way. The old Valgol was a poor planet and we had to unite to conquer space or we could not have survived.\"", "context": "\"They just can't unite against us, can't unite at all. Conru, you know how we've tried to educate them. It's worked, too, to some extent. But you can't educate three billion people who have a whole cultural pattern behind them.\"\n\nI winced. \"Three billion?\"\n\n\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture, as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"\n\nI nodded. \"We learned the hard way. The old Valgol was a poor planet and we had to unite to conquer space or we could not have survived.\"\n\nThe Coordinator sniffed again at his silver box. \"Of course. And we're trying to help these people unite. They don't have to make the same mistakes we did, long ago. They don't have to at all. Get them to hate us enough, get them to hate us until all their own clannish hatreds don't count at all.... Well, you know what happened on Samtrak.\"\n\nI knew. The Samtraks are now the entrepreneurs of the Empire, really ingenious traders, but within the memory of some of our older men they were a sore-spot. They didn't understand the meaning of Empire any more than Earth does, and they never did understand it until we goaded them into open rebellion. The very reverse of divide and rule, you might say, and it worked. We withdrew trading privileges one by one, until they revolted successfully, thus educating themselves sociologically in only a few generations."}, {"quote": "\"Of course. And we're trying to help these people unite. They don't have to make the same mistakes we did, long ago. They don't have to at all. Get them to hate us enough, get them to hate us until all their own clannish hatreds don't count at all.... Well, you know what happened on Samtrak.\"", "context": "I winced. \"Three billion?\"\n\n\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture, as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"\n\nI nodded. \"We learned the hard way. The old Valgol was a poor planet and we had to unite to conquer space or we could not have survived.\"\n\nThe Coordinator sniffed again at his silver box. \"Of course. And we're trying to help these people unite. They don't have to make the same mistakes we did, long ago. They don't have to at all. Get them to hate us enough, get them to hate us until all their own clannish hatreds don't count at all.... Well, you know what happened on Samtrak.\"\n\nI knew. The Samtraks are now the entrepreneurs of the Empire, really ingenious traders, but within the memory of some of our older men they were a sore-spot. They didn't understand the meaning of Empire any more than Earth does, and they never did understand it until we goaded them into open rebellion. The very reverse of divide and rule, you might say, and it worked. We withdrew trading privileges one by one, until they revolted successfully, thus educating themselves sociologically in only a few generations."}, {"quote": "\"The problem of Earth is not quite that simple.", "context": "I knew. The Samtraks are now the entrepreneurs of the Empire, really ingenious traders, but within the memory of some of our older men they were a sore-spot. They didn't understand the meaning of Empire any more than Earth does, and they never did understand it until we goaded them into open rebellion. The very reverse of divide and rule, you might say, and it worked. We withdrew trading privileges one by one, until they revolted successfully, thus educating themselves sociologically in only a few generations.\n\n* * * * *\n\nVorka said, \"The problem of Earth is not quite that simple.\" He leaned back, made a bridge of his fingers, and peered across them at me. \"Do you know precisely what a provocateur job is, Conru?\"\n\nI said that I did, but only in a hazy way, because until now my work had been pretty much restricted to social relations on the more advanced Empire planets. However, I told him that I did know the idea was to provoke discontent and, ultimately, rebellion.\n\nThe Coordinator smiled. \"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems. The Samtraks, for example, had a whole background of cutthroat competition. That was easy: we eliminated that by showing them what real cutthroat competition could be like. But Earth is different. Look at it this way. They fight among themselves. Because of their mythical distinctions, not realizing that there are no inferior races, only more or less advanced ones, and that individuals must be judged as individuals, not as members of groups, nations or races. A planet like Earth can be immensely valuable to the Empire, but not if it has to be garrisoned. Its contribution must be voluntary and whole-hearted.\""}, {"quote": "\"Do you know precisely what a provocateur job is, Conru?\"", "context": "I knew. The Samtraks are now the entrepreneurs of the Empire, really ingenious traders, but within the memory of some of our older men they were a sore-spot. They didn't understand the meaning of Empire any more than Earth does, and they never did understand it until we goaded them into open rebellion. The very reverse of divide and rule, you might say, and it worked. We withdrew trading privileges one by one, until they revolted successfully, thus educating themselves sociologically in only a few generations.\n\n* * * * *\n\nVorka said, \"The problem of Earth is not quite that simple.\" He leaned back, made a bridge of his fingers, and peered across them at me. \"Do you know precisely what a provocateur job is, Conru?\"\n\nI said that I did, but only in a hazy way, because until now my work had been pretty much restricted to social relations on the more advanced Empire planets. However, I told him that I did know the idea was to provoke discontent and, ultimately, rebellion.\n\nThe Coordinator smiled. \"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems. The Samtraks, for example, had a whole background of cutthroat competition. That was easy: we eliminated that by showing them what real cutthroat competition could be like. But Earth is different. Look at it this way. They fight among themselves. Because of their mythical distinctions, not realizing that there are no inferior races, only more or less advanced ones, and that individuals must be judged as individuals, not as members of groups, nations or races. A planet like Earth can be immensely valuable to the Empire, but not if it has to be garrisoned. Its contribution must be voluntary and whole-hearted.\""}, {"quote": "\"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems. The Samtraks, for example, had a whole background of cutthroat competition. That was easy: we eliminated that by showing them what real cutthroat competition could be like. But Earth is different. Look at it this way. They fight among themselves. Because of their mythical distinctions, not realizing that there are no inferior races, only more or less advanced ones, and that individuals must be judged as individuals, not as members of groups, nations or races. A planet like Earth can be immensely valuable to the Empire, but not if it has to be garrisoned. Its contribution must be voluntary and whole-hearted.\"", "context": "\"The problem of Earth is not quite that simple.\" He leaned back, made a bridge of his fingers, and peered across them at me. \"Do you know precisely what a provocateur job is, Conru?\"\n\nI said that I did, but only in a hazy way, because until now my work had been pretty much restricted to social relations on the more advanced Empire planets. However, I told him that I did know the idea was to provoke discontent and, ultimately, rebellion.\n\nThe Coordinator smiled. \"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems. The Samtraks, for example, had a whole background of cutthroat competition. That was easy: we eliminated that by showing them what real cutthroat competition could be like. But Earth is different. Look at it this way. They fight among themselves. Because of their mythical distinctions, not realizing that there are no inferior races, only more or less advanced ones, and that individuals must be judged as individuals, not as members of groups, nations or races. A planet like Earth can be immensely valuable to the Empire, but not if it has to be garrisoned. Its contribution must be voluntary and whole-hearted.\"\n\n\"A difficult problem,\" I said. \"My opinion is that we should treat all exactly alike -- force them to abandon their unrealistic differences.\"\n\n\"Exactly!\" The Coordinator seemed pleased, but, actually, this was pretty elementary stuff. \"We're never too rough on the eager lads who come here from Valgol and kick the natives around a bit. We even encourage it when the spirit of rebelliousness dies down.\"\n\nI told him I had met one.\n\n\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild stories about brutality on our part. Not enough to make everybody mad at us, or even a majority -- the rumored tyranny has always happened to someone else. But there's a certain class of beings who'll get fighting mad, and that's the class we want.\""}, {"quote": "\"A difficult problem,", "context": "\"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems. The Samtraks, for example, had a whole background of cutthroat competition. That was easy: we eliminated that by showing them what real cutthroat competition could be like. But Earth is different. Look at it this way. They fight among themselves. Because of their mythical distinctions, not realizing that there are no inferior races, only more or less advanced ones, and that individuals must be judged as individuals, not as members of groups, nations or races. A planet like Earth can be immensely valuable to the Empire, but not if it has to be garrisoned. Its contribution must be voluntary and whole-hearted.\"\n\n\"A difficult problem,\" I said. \"My opinion is that we should treat all exactly alike -- force them to abandon their unrealistic differences.\"\n\n\"Exactly!\" The Coordinator seemed pleased, but, actually, this was pretty elementary stuff. \"We're never too rough on the eager lads who come here from Valgol and kick the natives around a bit. We even encourage it when the spirit of rebelliousness dies down.\"\n\nI told him I had met one.\n\n\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild stories about brutality on our part. Not enough to make everybody mad at us, or even a majority -- the rumored tyranny has always happened to someone else. But there's a certain class of beings who'll get fighting mad, and that's the class we want.\""}, {"quote": "\"My opinion is that we should treat all exactly alike -- force them to abandon their unrealistic differences.\"", "context": "\"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems. The Samtraks, for example, had a whole background of cutthroat competition. That was easy: we eliminated that by showing them what real cutthroat competition could be like. But Earth is different. Look at it this way. They fight among themselves. Because of their mythical distinctions, not realizing that there are no inferior races, only more or less advanced ones, and that individuals must be judged as individuals, not as members of groups, nations or races. A planet like Earth can be immensely valuable to the Empire, but not if it has to be garrisoned. Its contribution must be voluntary and whole-hearted.\"\n\n\"A difficult problem,\" I said. \"My opinion is that we should treat all exactly alike -- force them to abandon their unrealistic differences.\"\n\n\"Exactly!\" The Coordinator seemed pleased, but, actually, this was pretty elementary stuff. \"We're never too rough on the eager lads who come here from Valgol and kick the natives around a bit. We even encourage it when the spirit of rebelliousness dies down.\"\n\nI told him I had met one.\n\n\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild stories about brutality on our part. Not enough to make everybody mad at us, or even a majority -- the rumored tyranny has always happened to someone else. But there's a certain class of beings who'll get fighting mad, and that's the class we want.\""}, {"quote": "\"Exactly!", "context": "\"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems. The Samtraks, for example, had a whole background of cutthroat competition. That was easy: we eliminated that by showing them what real cutthroat competition could be like. But Earth is different. Look at it this way. They fight among themselves. Because of their mythical distinctions, not realizing that there are no inferior races, only more or less advanced ones, and that individuals must be judged as individuals, not as members of groups, nations or races. A planet like Earth can be immensely valuable to the Empire, but not if it has to be garrisoned. Its contribution must be voluntary and whole-hearted.\"\n\n\"A difficult problem,\" I said. \"My opinion is that we should treat all exactly alike -- force them to abandon their unrealistic differences.\"\n\n\"Exactly!\" The Coordinator seemed pleased, but, actually, this was pretty elementary stuff. \"We're never too rough on the eager lads who come here from Valgol and kick the natives around a bit. We even encourage it when the spirit of rebelliousness dies down.\"\n\nI told him I had met one.\n\n\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild stories about brutality on our part. Not enough to make everybody mad at us, or even a majority -- the rumored tyranny has always happened to someone else. But there's a certain class of beings who'll get fighting mad, and that's the class we want.\""}, {"quote": "\"We're never too rough on the eager lads who come here from Valgol and kick the natives around a bit. We even encourage it when the spirit of rebelliousness dies down.\"", "context": "\"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems. The Samtraks, for example, had a whole background of cutthroat competition. That was easy: we eliminated that by showing them what real cutthroat competition could be like. But Earth is different. Look at it this way. They fight among themselves. Because of their mythical distinctions, not realizing that there are no inferior races, only more or less advanced ones, and that individuals must be judged as individuals, not as members of groups, nations or races. A planet like Earth can be immensely valuable to the Empire, but not if it has to be garrisoned. Its contribution must be voluntary and whole-hearted.\"\n\n\"A difficult problem,\" I said. \"My opinion is that we should treat all exactly alike -- force them to abandon their unrealistic differences.\"\n\n\"Exactly!\" The Coordinator seemed pleased, but, actually, this was pretty elementary stuff. \"We're never too rough on the eager lads who come here from Valgol and kick the natives around a bit. We even encourage it when the spirit of rebelliousness dies down.\"\n\nI told him I had met one.\n\n\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild stories about brutality on our part. Not enough to make everybody mad at us, or even a majority -- the rumored tyranny has always happened to someone else. But there's a certain class of beings who'll get fighting mad, and that's the class we want.\""}, {"quote": "\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild stories about brutality on our part. Not enough to make everybody mad at us, or even a majority -- the rumored tyranny has always happened to someone else. But there's a certain class of beings who'll get fighting mad, and that's the class we want.\"", "context": "\"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems. The Samtraks, for example, had a whole background of cutthroat competition. That was easy: we eliminated that by showing them what real cutthroat competition could be like. But Earth is different. Look at it this way. They fight among themselves. Because of their mythical distinctions, not realizing that there are no inferior races, only more or less advanced ones, and that individuals must be judged as individuals, not as members of groups, nations or races. A planet like Earth can be immensely valuable to the Empire, but not if it has to be garrisoned. Its contribution must be voluntary and whole-hearted.\"\n\n\"A difficult problem,\" I said. \"My opinion is that we should treat all exactly alike -- force them to abandon their unrealistic differences.\"\n\n\"Exactly!\" The Coordinator seemed pleased, but, actually, this was pretty elementary stuff. \"We're never too rough on the eager lads who come here from Valgol and kick the natives around a bit. We even encourage it when the spirit of rebelliousness dies down.\"\n\nI told him I had met one.\n\n\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild stories about brutality on our part. Not enough to make everybody mad at us, or even a majority -- the rumored tyranny has always happened to someone else. But there's a certain class of beings who'll get fighting mad, and that's the class we want.\"\n\n\"The leaders,\" I chimed in. \"The idealists. Brave, intelligent, patriotic. The kind who probably wouldn't be a part of this racial bickering, anyway.\"\n\n\"Right,\" said the Coordinator. \"We'll give them the ammunition for their propaganda. We've been doing it. Result: the leaders get mad. Races, religions, nationalities, they hate us worse than they hate each other.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe way he painted it, I was hardly needed at all. I told him that."}, {"quote": "\"The idealists. Brave, intelligent, patriotic. The kind who probably wouldn't be a part of this racial bickering, anyway.\"", "context": "\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild stories about brutality on our part. Not enough to make everybody mad at us, or even a majority -- the rumored tyranny has always happened to someone else. But there's a certain class of beings who'll get fighting mad, and that's the class we want.\"\n\n\"The leaders,\" I chimed in. \"The idealists. Brave, intelligent, patriotic. The kind who probably wouldn't be a part of this racial bickering, anyway.\"\n\n\"Right,\" said the Coordinator. \"We'll give them the ammunition for their propaganda. We've been doing it. Result: the leaders get mad. Races, religions, nationalities, they hate us worse than they hate each other.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe way he painted it, I was hardly needed at all. I told him that.\n\n\"Ideally, that would be the situation, Conru. Only it doesn't work that way.\" He took out a soft cloth and wiped his forehead. \"Even the leaders are too involved in this myth of differences and they can't concentrate all their efforts. Luron, of course, would be the other alternative -- \""}, {"quote": "\"We'll give them the ammunition for their propaganda. We've been doing it. Result: the leaders get mad. Races, religions, nationalities, they hate us worse than they hate each other.\"", "context": "\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild stories about brutality on our part. Not enough to make everybody mad at us, or even a majority -- the rumored tyranny has always happened to someone else. But there's a certain class of beings who'll get fighting mad, and that's the class we want.\"\n\n\"The leaders,\" I chimed in. \"The idealists. Brave, intelligent, patriotic. The kind who probably wouldn't be a part of this racial bickering, anyway.\"\n\n\"Right,\" said the Coordinator. \"We'll give them the ammunition for their propaganda. We've been doing it. Result: the leaders get mad. Races, religions, nationalities, they hate us worse than they hate each other.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe way he painted it, I was hardly needed at all. I told him that.\n\n\"Ideally, that would be the situation, Conru. Only it doesn't work that way.\" He took out a soft cloth and wiped his forehead. \"Even the leaders are too involved in this myth of differences and they can't concentrate all their efforts. Luron, of course, would be the other alternative -- \"\n\nThat was a very logical statement, but sometimes logic has a way of making you laugh, and I was laughing now. Luron considered itself our arch-enemy. With a few dozen allies on a path of conquest, Luron thought it could wrest Empire from our hands. Well, we let them play. And each time Luron swooped down on one of the more primitive planets, we let them, for Luron would serve as well as ourselves in goading backward peoples to unite and advance. Perhaps Luron, as a social entity, grew wiser each time. Certainly the primitive colonials did. Luron had started a chain reaction which threatened to overthrow the tyranny of superstition on a hundred planets. Good old Luron, our arch-enemy, would see the light itself some day."}, {"quote": "\"Ideally, that would be the situation, Conru. Only it doesn't work that way.", "context": "\"The leaders,\" I chimed in. \"The idealists. Brave, intelligent, patriotic. The kind who probably wouldn't be a part of this racial bickering, anyway.\"\n\n\"Right,\" said the Coordinator. \"We'll give them the ammunition for their propaganda. We've been doing it. Result: the leaders get mad. Races, religions, nationalities, they hate us worse than they hate each other.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe way he painted it, I was hardly needed at all. I told him that.\n\n\"Ideally, that would be the situation, Conru. Only it doesn't work that way.\" He took out a soft cloth and wiped his forehead. \"Even the leaders are too involved in this myth of differences and they can't concentrate all their efforts. Luron, of course, would be the other alternative -- \"\n\nThat was a very logical statement, but sometimes logic has a way of making you laugh, and I was laughing now. Luron considered itself our arch-enemy. With a few dozen allies on a path of conquest, Luron thought it could wrest Empire from our hands. Well, we let them play. And each time Luron swooped down on one of the more primitive planets, we let them, for Luron would serve as well as ourselves in goading backward peoples to unite and advance. Perhaps Luron, as a social entity, grew wiser each time. Certainly the primitive colonials did. Luron had started a chain reaction which threatened to overthrow the tyranny of superstition on a hundred planets. Good old Luron, our arch-enemy, would see the light itself some day."}, {"quote": "\"Can't use Luron here. Technologies are entirely too similar. It might shatter both planets, and we wouldn't want that.\"", "context": "That was a very logical statement, but sometimes logic has a way of making you laugh, and I was laughing now. Luron considered itself our arch-enemy. With a few dozen allies on a path of conquest, Luron thought it could wrest Empire from our hands. Well, we let them play. And each time Luron swooped down on one of the more primitive planets, we let them, for Luron would serve as well as ourselves in goading backward peoples to unite and advance. Perhaps Luron, as a social entity, grew wiser each time. Certainly the primitive colonials did. Luron had started a chain reaction which threatened to overthrow the tyranny of superstition on a hundred planets. Good old Luron, our arch-enemy, would see the light itself some day.\n\nThe Coordinator shook his head. \"Can't use Luron here. Technologies are entirely too similar. It might shatter both planets, and we wouldn't want that.\"\n\n\"So what do we use?\"\n\n\"You, Conru. You get in with the revolutionaries, you make sure that they want to fight, you -- \"\n\n\"I see,\" I told him. \"Then I try to stop it at the last minute. Not so soon that the rebellion doesn't help at all -- \"\n\nThe Coordinator put his hand down flat. \"Nothing of the sort. They must fight. And they must be defeated, again and again, if necessary, until they are ready to succeed. That will be, of course, when they are totally against us.\""}, {"quote": "\"So what do we use?\"", "context": "That was a very logical statement, but sometimes logic has a way of making you laugh, and I was laughing now. Luron considered itself our arch-enemy. With a few dozen allies on a path of conquest, Luron thought it could wrest Empire from our hands. Well, we let them play. And each time Luron swooped down on one of the more primitive planets, we let them, for Luron would serve as well as ourselves in goading backward peoples to unite and advance. Perhaps Luron, as a social entity, grew wiser each time. Certainly the primitive colonials did. Luron had started a chain reaction which threatened to overthrow the tyranny of superstition on a hundred planets. Good old Luron, our arch-enemy, would see the light itself some day.\n\nThe Coordinator shook his head. \"Can't use Luron here. Technologies are entirely too similar. It might shatter both planets, and we wouldn't want that.\"\n\n\"So what do we use?\"\n\n\"You, Conru. You get in with the revolutionaries, you make sure that they want to fight, you -- \"\n\n\"I see,\" I told him. \"Then I try to stop it at the last minute. Not so soon that the rebellion doesn't help at all -- \"\n\nThe Coordinator put his hand down flat. \"Nothing of the sort. They must fight. And they must be defeated, again and again, if necessary, until they are ready to succeed. That will be, of course, when they are totally against us.\""}, {"quote": "\"Nothing of the sort. They must fight. And they must be defeated, again and again, if necessary, until they are ready to succeed. That will be, of course, when they are totally against us.\"", "context": "The Coordinator shook his head. \"Can't use Luron here. Technologies are entirely too similar. It might shatter both planets, and we wouldn't want that.\"\n\n\"So what do we use?\"\n\n\"You, Conru. You get in with the revolutionaries, you make sure that they want to fight, you -- \"\n\n\"I see,\" I told him. \"Then I try to stop it at the last minute. Not so soon that the rebellion doesn't help at all -- \"\n\nThe Coordinator put his hand down flat. \"Nothing of the sort. They must fight. And they must be defeated, again and again, if necessary, until they are ready to succeed. That will be, of course, when they are totally against us.\"\n\nI stood up. \"I understand.\"\n\nHe waved me back into the chair. \"You'll be lucky to understand it by the time you're finished with this assignment and transferred to another ... that is, if you come out of this one alive.\"\n\nI smiled a bit sheepishly and told him to go ahead.\n\n\"We have some influence in the underground movement, as you might logically expect. The leader is a man we worked very hard to have elected.\"\n\n\"A member of one of the despised races"}, {"quote": "\"You'll be lucky to understand it by the time you're finished with this assignment and transferred to another ... that is, if you come out of this one alive.\"", "context": "\"I see,\" I told him. \"Then I try to stop it at the last minute. Not so soon that the rebellion doesn't help at all -- \"\n\nThe Coordinator put his hand down flat. \"Nothing of the sort. They must fight. And they must be defeated, again and again, if necessary, until they are ready to succeed. That will be, of course, when they are totally against us.\"\n\nI stood up. \"I understand.\"\n\nHe waved me back into the chair. \"You'll be lucky to understand it by the time you're finished with this assignment and transferred to another ... that is, if you come out of this one alive.\"\n\nI smiled a bit sheepishly and told him to go ahead.\n\n\"We have some influence in the underground movement, as you might logically expect. The leader is a man we worked very hard to have elected.\"\n\n\"A member of one of the despised races?\" I guessed.\n\n\"The best we could do at this point was to help elect someone from a minority sub-group of the dominant white race. The leader's name is Levinsohn. He is of the white sub-group known as Jews.\"\n\n* * * * *"}, {"quote": "\"We have some influence in the underground movement, as you might logically expect. The leader is a man we worked very hard to have elected.\"", "context": "\"Nothing of the sort. They must fight. And they must be defeated, again and again, if necessary, until they are ready to succeed. That will be, of course, when they are totally against us.\"\n\nI stood up. \"I understand.\"\n\nHe waved me back into the chair. \"You'll be lucky to understand it by the time you're finished with this assignment and transferred to another ... that is, if you come out of this one alive.\"\n\nI smiled a bit sheepishly and told him to go ahead.\n\n\"We have some influence in the underground movement, as you might logically expect. The leader is a man we worked very hard to have elected.\"\n\n\"A member of one of the despised races?\" I guessed.\n\n\"The best we could do at this point was to help elect someone from a minority sub-group of the dominant white race. The leader's name is Levinsohn. He is of the white sub-group known as Jews.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\n\"How well is this Levinsohn accepted by the movement?\"\n\n\"Considerable resistance and hostility,\" the Coordinator said. \"That's to be expected. However, we've made sure that there is no other organization the minority-haters can join, so they have to follow him or quit. He's able, all right; one of the most able men they have, which helps our aims. Even those who discriminate against Jews reluctantly admire him. He's moved the headquarters of the movement out into space, and the man's so brilliant that we don't even know where. We'll find out, mainly through you, I hope, but that isn't the important thing.\""}, {"quote": "\"A member of one of the despised races?", "context": "\"Nothing of the sort. They must fight. And they must be defeated, again and again, if necessary, until they are ready to succeed. That will be, of course, when they are totally against us.\"\n\nI stood up. \"I understand.\"\n\nHe waved me back into the chair. \"You'll be lucky to understand it by the time you're finished with this assignment and transferred to another ... that is, if you come out of this one alive.\"\n\nI smiled a bit sheepishly and told him to go ahead.\n\n\"We have some influence in the underground movement, as you might logically expect. The leader is a man we worked very hard to have elected.\"\n\n\"A member of one of the despised races?\" I guessed.\n\n\"The best we could do at this point was to help elect someone from a minority sub-group of the dominant white race. The leader's name is Levinsohn. He is of the white sub-group known as Jews.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\n\"How well is this Levinsohn accepted by the movement?\"\n\n\"Considerable resistance and hostility,\" the Coordinator said. \"That's to be expected. However, we've made sure that there is no other organization the minority-haters can join, so they have to follow him or quit. He's able, all right; one of the most able men they have, which helps our aims. Even those who discriminate against Jews reluctantly admire him. He's moved the headquarters of the movement out into space, and the man's so brilliant that we don't even know where. We'll find out, mainly through you, I hope, but that isn't the important thing.\""}, {"quote": "\"The best we could do at this point was to help elect someone from a minority sub-group of the dominant white race. The leader's name is Levinsohn. He is of the white sub-group known as Jews.\"", "context": "I stood up. \"I understand.\"\n\nHe waved me back into the chair. \"You'll be lucky to understand it by the time you're finished with this assignment and transferred to another ... that is, if you come out of this one alive.\"\n\nI smiled a bit sheepishly and told him to go ahead.\n\n\"We have some influence in the underground movement, as you might logically expect. The leader is a man we worked very hard to have elected.\"\n\n\"A member of one of the despised races?\" I guessed.\n\n\"The best we could do at this point was to help elect someone from a minority sub-group of the dominant white race. The leader's name is Levinsohn. He is of the white sub-group known as Jews.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\n\"How well is this Levinsohn accepted by the movement?\"\n\n\"Considerable resistance and hostility,\" the Coordinator said. \"That's to be expected. However, we've made sure that there is no other organization the minority-haters can join, so they have to follow him or quit. He's able, all right; one of the most able men they have, which helps our aims. Even those who discriminate against Jews reluctantly admire him. He's moved the headquarters of the movement out into space, and the man's so brilliant that we don't even know where. We'll find out, mainly through you, I hope, but that isn't the important thing.\""}, {"quote": "\"How well is this Levinsohn accepted by the movement?\"", "context": "I smiled a bit sheepishly and told him to go ahead.\n\n\"We have some influence in the underground movement, as you might logically expect. The leader is a man we worked very hard to have elected.\"\n\n\"A member of one of the despised races?\" I guessed.\n\n\"The best we could do at this point was to help elect someone from a minority sub-group of the dominant white race. The leader's name is Levinsohn. He is of the white sub-group known as Jews.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\n\"How well is this Levinsohn accepted by the movement?\"\n\n\"Considerable resistance and hostility,\" the Coordinator said. \"That's to be expected. However, we've made sure that there is no other organization the minority-haters can join, so they have to follow him or quit. He's able, all right; one of the most able men they have, which helps our aims. Even those who discriminate against Jews reluctantly admire him. He's moved the headquarters of the movement out into space, and the man's so brilliant that we don't even know where. We'll find out, mainly through you, I hope, but that isn't the important thing.\""}, {"quote": "\"Considerable resistance and hostility,", "context": "\"We have some influence in the underground movement, as you might logically expect. The leader is a man we worked very hard to have elected.\"\n\n\"A member of one of the despised races?\" I guessed.\n\n\"The best we could do at this point was to help elect someone from a minority sub-group of the dominant white race. The leader's name is Levinsohn. He is of the white sub-group known as Jews.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\n\"How well is this Levinsohn accepted by the movement?\"\n\n\"Considerable resistance and hostility,\" the Coordinator said. \"That's to be expected. However, we've made sure that there is no other organization the minority-haters can join, so they have to follow him or quit. He's able, all right; one of the most able men they have, which helps our aims. Even those who discriminate against Jews reluctantly admire him. He's moved the headquarters of the movement out into space, and the man's so brilliant that we don't even know where. We'll find out, mainly through you, I hope, but that isn't the important thing.\""}, {"quote": "\"That's to be expected. However, we've made sure that there is no other organization the minority-haters can join, so they have to follow him or quit. He's able, all right; one of the most able men they have, which helps our aims. Even those who discriminate against Jews reluctantly admire him. He's moved the headquarters of the movement out into space, and the man's so brilliant that we don't even know where. We'll find out, mainly through you, I hope, but that isn't the important thing.\"", "context": "\"We have some influence in the underground movement, as you might logically expect. The leader is a man we worked very hard to have elected.\"\n\n\"A member of one of the despised races?\" I guessed.\n\n\"The best we could do at this point was to help elect someone from a minority sub-group of the dominant white race. The leader's name is Levinsohn. He is of the white sub-group known as Jews.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\n\"How well is this Levinsohn accepted by the movement?\"\n\n\"Considerable resistance and hostility,\" the Coordinator said. \"That's to be expected. However, we've made sure that there is no other organization the minority-haters can join, so they have to follow him or quit. He's able, all right; one of the most able men they have, which helps our aims. Even those who discriminate against Jews reluctantly admire him. He's moved the headquarters of the movement out into space, and the man's so brilliant that we don't even know where. We'll find out, mainly through you, I hope, but that isn't the important thing.\"\n\n\"What is?\" I asked, baffled.\n\n\"To report on the unification of Earth. It's possible that the anarch movement can achieve it under Levinsohn. In that case, we'll make sure they win, or think they win, and will gladly sign a treaty giving Earth equal planetary status in the Empire.\"\n\n\"And if unity hasn't been achieved?\"\n\n\"We simply crush this rebellion and make them start all over again. They'll have learned some degree of unity from this revolt and so the next one will be more successful"}, {"quote": "\"To report on the unification of Earth. It's possible that the anarch movement can achieve it under Levinsohn. In that case, we'll make sure they win, or think they win, and will gladly sign a treaty giving Earth equal planetary status in the Empire.\"", "context": "\"That's to be expected. However, we've made sure that there is no other organization the minority-haters can join, so they have to follow him or quit. He's able, all right; one of the most able men they have, which helps our aims. Even those who discriminate against Jews reluctantly admire him. He's moved the headquarters of the movement out into space, and the man's so brilliant that we don't even know where. We'll find out, mainly through you, I hope, but that isn't the important thing.\"\n\n\"What is?\" I asked, baffled.\n\n\"To report on the unification of Earth. It's possible that the anarch movement can achieve it under Levinsohn. In that case, we'll make sure they win, or think they win, and will gladly sign a treaty giving Earth equal planetary status in the Empire.\"\n\n\"And if unity hasn't been achieved?\"\n\n\"We simply crush this rebellion and make them start all over again. They'll have learned some degree of unity from this revolt and so the next one will be more successful.\" He stood up and I got out of my chair to face him. \"That's for the future, though. We'll work out our plans from the results of this campaign.\"\n\n\"But isn't there a lot of danger in the policy of fomenting rebellion against us?\" I asked.\n\nHe lifted his shoulders."}, {"quote": "\"And if unity hasn't been achieved?\"", "context": "\"That's to be expected. However, we've made sure that there is no other organization the minority-haters can join, so they have to follow him or quit. He's able, all right; one of the most able men they have, which helps our aims. Even those who discriminate against Jews reluctantly admire him. He's moved the headquarters of the movement out into space, and the man's so brilliant that we don't even know where. We'll find out, mainly through you, I hope, but that isn't the important thing.\"\n\n\"What is?\" I asked, baffled.\n\n\"To report on the unification of Earth. It's possible that the anarch movement can achieve it under Levinsohn. In that case, we'll make sure they win, or think they win, and will gladly sign a treaty giving Earth equal planetary status in the Empire.\"\n\n\"And if unity hasn't been achieved?\"\n\n\"We simply crush this rebellion and make them start all over again. They'll have learned some degree of unity from this revolt and so the next one will be more successful.\" He stood up and I got out of my chair to face him. \"That's for the future, though. We'll work out our plans from the results of this campaign.\"\n\n\"But isn't there a lot of danger in the policy of fomenting rebellion against us?\" I asked.\n\nHe lifted his shoulders. \"Evolution is always painful, forced evolution even more so. Yes, there are great dangers, but advance information from you and other agents can reduce the risk. It's a chance we must take, Conru.\""}, {"quote": "\"We simply crush this rebellion and make them start all over again. They'll have learned some degree of unity from this revolt and so the next one will be more successful.", "context": "\"That's to be expected. However, we've made sure that there is no other organization the minority-haters can join, so they have to follow him or quit. He's able, all right; one of the most able men they have, which helps our aims. Even those who discriminate against Jews reluctantly admire him. He's moved the headquarters of the movement out into space, and the man's so brilliant that we don't even know where. We'll find out, mainly through you, I hope, but that isn't the important thing.\"\n\n\"What is?\" I asked, baffled.\n\n\"To report on the unification of Earth. It's possible that the anarch movement can achieve it under Levinsohn. In that case, we'll make sure they win, or think they win, and will gladly sign a treaty giving Earth equal planetary status in the Empire.\"\n\n\"And if unity hasn't been achieved?\"\n\n\"We simply crush this rebellion and make them start all over again. They'll have learned some degree of unity from this revolt and so the next one will be more successful.\" He stood up and I got out of my chair to face him. \"That's for the future, though. We'll work out our plans from the results of this campaign.\"\n\n\"But isn't there a lot of danger in the policy of fomenting rebellion against us?\" I asked.\n\nHe lifted his shoulders. \"Evolution is always painful, forced evolution even more so. Yes, there are great dangers, but advance information from you and other agents can reduce the risk. It's a chance we must take, Conru.\""}, {"quote": "\"That's for the future, though. We'll work out our plans from the results of this campaign.\"", "context": "\"To report on the unification of Earth. It's possible that the anarch movement can achieve it under Levinsohn. In that case, we'll make sure they win, or think they win, and will gladly sign a treaty giving Earth equal planetary status in the Empire.\"\n\n\"And if unity hasn't been achieved?\"\n\n\"We simply crush this rebellion and make them start all over again. They'll have learned some degree of unity from this revolt and so the next one will be more successful.\" He stood up and I got out of my chair to face him. \"That's for the future, though. We'll work out our plans from the results of this campaign.\"\n\n\"But isn't there a lot of danger in the policy of fomenting rebellion against us?\" I asked.\n\nHe lifted his shoulders. \"Evolution is always painful, forced evolution even more so. Yes, there are great dangers, but advance information from you and other agents can reduce the risk. It's a chance we must take, Conru.\"\n\n\"Conrad,\" I corrected him, smiling. \"Plain Mr. Conrad Haugen ... of Earth.\"\n\nII\n\nA few days later, I left North America Center, and in spite of the ominous need to hurry, my eastward journey was a ramble. The anarchs would be sure to check my movements as far back as they could, and my story had better ring true. For the present, I must be my role, a vagabond."}, {"quote": "\"But isn't there a lot of danger in the policy of fomenting rebellion against us?", "context": "\"To report on the unification of Earth. It's possible that the anarch movement can achieve it under Levinsohn. In that case, we'll make sure they win, or think they win, and will gladly sign a treaty giving Earth equal planetary status in the Empire.\"\n\n\"And if unity hasn't been achieved?\"\n\n\"We simply crush this rebellion and make them start all over again. They'll have learned some degree of unity from this revolt and so the next one will be more successful.\" He stood up and I got out of my chair to face him. \"That's for the future, though. We'll work out our plans from the results of this campaign.\"\n\n\"But isn't there a lot of danger in the policy of fomenting rebellion against us?\" I asked.\n\nHe lifted his shoulders. \"Evolution is always painful, forced evolution even more so. Yes, there are great dangers, but advance information from you and other agents can reduce the risk. It's a chance we must take, Conru.\"\n\n\"Conrad,\" I corrected him, smiling. \"Plain Mr. Conrad Haugen ... of Earth.\"\n\nII\n\nA few days later, I left North America Center, and in spite of the ominous need to hurry, my eastward journey was a ramble. The anarchs would be sure to check my movements as far back as they could, and my story had better ring true. For the present, I must be my role, a vagabond."}, {"quote": "\"Evolution is always painful, forced evolution even more so. Yes, there are great dangers, but advance information from you and other agents can reduce the risk. It's a chance we must take, Conru.\"", "context": "\"And if unity hasn't been achieved?\"\n\n\"We simply crush this rebellion and make them start all over again. They'll have learned some degree of unity from this revolt and so the next one will be more successful.\" He stood up and I got out of my chair to face him. \"That's for the future, though. We'll work out our plans from the results of this campaign.\"\n\n\"But isn't there a lot of danger in the policy of fomenting rebellion against us?\" I asked.\n\nHe lifted his shoulders. \"Evolution is always painful, forced evolution even more so. Yes, there are great dangers, but advance information from you and other agents can reduce the risk. It's a chance we must take, Conru.\"\n\n\"Conrad,\" I corrected him, smiling. \"Plain Mr. Conrad Haugen ... of Earth.\"\n\nII\n\nA few days later, I left North America Center, and in spite of the ominous need to hurry, my eastward journey was a ramble. The anarchs would be sure to check my movements as far back as they could, and my story had better ring true. For the present, I must be my role, a vagabond.\n\nThe city was soon behind me. It was far from other settlement -- it is good policy to keep the Centers rather isolated, and we could always contact our garrisons in native towns quickly enough. Before long I was alone in the mountains."}, {"quote": "\"Conrad,", "context": "\" He stood up and I got out of my chair to face him. \"That's for the future, though. We'll work out our plans from the results of this campaign.\"\n\n\"But isn't there a lot of danger in the policy of fomenting rebellion against us?\" I asked.\n\nHe lifted his shoulders. \"Evolution is always painful, forced evolution even more so. Yes, there are great dangers, but advance information from you and other agents can reduce the risk. It's a chance we must take, Conru.\"\n\n\"Conrad,\" I corrected him, smiling. \"Plain Mr. Conrad Haugen ... of Earth.\"\n\nII\n\nA few days later, I left North America Center, and in spite of the ominous need to hurry, my eastward journey was a ramble. The anarchs would be sure to check my movements as far back as they could, and my story had better ring true. For the present, I must be my role, a vagabond.\n\nThe city was soon behind me. It was far from other settlement -- it is good policy to keep the Centers rather isolated, and we could always contact our garrisons in native towns quickly enough. Before long I was alone in the mountains."}, {"quote": "\"wished to speak to them on important business.", "context": "His face lightened. But no more talk was possible. A Minister was up, and people were crowding back into the Gallery. He hurriedly pressed her hand and departed.\n\nCHAPTER II\n\nLady Coryston and her daughter had made a rapid and silent meal. Marcia noticed that her mother was unusually pale, and attributed it partly to the fatigue and bad air of the House of Commons, partly to the doings of her eldest brother. What were they all going to meet for after dinner -- her mother, her three brothers, and herself? They had each received a formal summons. Their mother \"wished to speak to them on important business.\" So Arthur -- evidently puzzled -- had paired for the evening, and would return from the House at nine-thirty; James had written to say he would come, and Coryston had wired an hour before dinner -- \"Inconvenient, but will turn up.\"\n\nWhat was it all about? Some business matter clearly. Marcia knew very well that the family circumstances were abnormal. Mothers in Lady Coryston's position, when their husbands expire, generally retire to a dower-house, on a jointure; leaving their former splendors -- the family mansion and the family income -- behind them. They step down from their pedestal, and efface themselves; their son becomes the head of the family, and the daughter-in-law reigns in place of the wife. Nobody for many years past could ever have expected Lady Coryston to step down from anything. Although she had brought but a very modest dowry, such from earliest days had been the strength and dominance of her character, that her divine right of rule in the family had never been seriously questioned by any of her children except Coryston; although James, who had inherited money from his grandmother, was entirely independent of her, and by the help of a detached and humorous mind could often make his mother feel the stings of criticism, when others were powerless. And as for Coryston, who had become a quasi-Socialist at Cambridge, and had ever since refused to suit his opinions in the slightest degree to his mother's, his long absences abroad after taking his degree had for some years reduced the personal friction between them; and it was only since his father's death, which had occurred while he himself was in Japan, and since the terms of his father's will had been known, that Coryston had become openly and angrily hostile."}, {"quote": "\"Inconvenient, but will turn up.\"", "context": "Lady Coryston and her daughter had made a rapid and silent meal. Marcia noticed that her mother was unusually pale, and attributed it partly to the fatigue and bad air of the House of Commons, partly to the doings of her eldest brother. What were they all going to meet for after dinner -- her mother, her three brothers, and herself? They had each received a formal summons. Their mother \"wished to speak to them on important business.\" So Arthur -- evidently puzzled -- had paired for the evening, and would return from the House at nine-thirty; James had written to say he would come, and Coryston had wired an hour before dinner -- \"Inconvenient, but will turn up.\"\n\nWhat was it all about? Some business matter clearly. Marcia knew very well that the family circumstances were abnormal. Mothers in Lady Coryston's position, when their husbands expire, generally retire to a dower-house, on a jointure; leaving their former splendors -- the family mansion and the family income -- behind them. They step down from their pedestal, and efface themselves; their son becomes the head of the family, and the daughter-in-law reigns in place of the wife. Nobody for many years past could ever have expected Lady Coryston to step down from anything. Although she had brought but a very modest dowry, such from earliest days had been the strength and dominance of her character, that her divine right of rule in the family had never been seriously questioned by any of her children except Coryston; although James, who had inherited money from his grandmother, was entirely independent of her, and by the help of a detached and humorous mind could often make his mother feel the stings of criticism, when others were powerless. And as for Coryston, who had become a quasi-Socialist at Cambridge, and had ever since refused to suit his opinions in the slightest degree to his mother's, his long absences abroad after taking his degree had for some years reduced the personal friction between them; and it was only since his father's death, which had occurred while he himself was in Japan, and since the terms of his father's will had been known, that Coryston had become openly and angrily hostile."}, {"quote": "\"The Sacrifice of Isaac,", "context": "As to the gossip repeated by Sir Wilfrid Bury, it referred to the latest of Marcia's adventures. Her thoughts played with the matter, especially with certain incidents of the Shrewsbury House ball, as she walked slowly into the drawing-room in her mother's wake.\n\nThe drawing-room seemed to her dark and airless. Taste was not the Coryston strong point, and this high, oblong room was covered with large Italian pictures, some good, some indifferent, heavily framed, and hung on wine-colored damask. A feebly false Guido Reni, \"The Sacrifice of Isaac,\" held the center of one wall, making vehement claim to be just as well worth looking at as the famous Titian opposite. The Guido had hung there since 1820, and what was good enough for the Corystons of that date was good enough for their descendants, who were not going to admit that their ancestors were now discredited -- laughed out of court -- as collectors, owing to the labors of a few middle-aged intellectuals. The floor was held by a number of gilt chairs and sofas covered also in wine-colored damask, or by tables holding objets d'art of the same mixed quality as the pictures. Even the flowers, the stands of splendid azaleas and early roses with which the room was lavishly adorned, hardly produced an impression of beauty. Marcia, looking slowly round her with critical eyes, thought suddenly of a bare room she knew in a Roman palace, some faded hangings in dull gold upon the walls, spaces of light and shadow on the empty matted floor, and a great branch of Judas tree in blossom lighting up a corner. The memory provoked in her a thrill of sensuous pleasure."}, {"quote": "\"They're your responsibility, not mine.\"", "context": "Meanwhile Lady Coryston was walking slowly up and down, her hands behind her. She looked very thin and abnormally tall; and Marcia saw her profile, sharply white, against the darkness of the wall. A vague alarm struck through the daughter's mind. What was her mother about to say or do? Till now Marcia had rather lazily assumed that the meeting would concern some matter of family property -- some selling or buying transaction -- which a mother, even in the abnormally independent position Lady Coryston, might well desire to communicate to her children. There had been a family meeting in the preceding year when the Dorsetshire property had been sold under a recent Act of Parliament. Coryston wouldn't come. \"I take no interest in the estates \" -- he had written to his mother. \"They're your responsibility, not mine.\"\n\nAnd yet of course Coryston would inherit some day. That was taken for granted among them. What were Tory principles worth if they did not some time, at some stage, secure an eldest son, and an orthodox succession? Corry was still in the position of heir, when he should normally have become owner. It was very trying for him, no doubt. But exceptional women make exceptional circumstances. And they were all agreed that their mother was an exceptional woman.\n\nBut whatever the business, they would hardly get through without a scene, and during the past week there had been a number of mysterious interviews with lawyers going on.... What was it all about? To distract her thoughts she struck up conversation."}, {"quote": "\"Did you see Enid Glenwilliam, mother, in Palace Yard?\"", "context": "And yet of course Coryston would inherit some day. That was taken for granted among them. What were Tory principles worth if they did not some time, at some stage, secure an eldest son, and an orthodox succession? Corry was still in the position of heir, when he should normally have become owner. It was very trying for him, no doubt. But exceptional women make exceptional circumstances. And they were all agreed that their mother was an exceptional woman.\n\nBut whatever the business, they would hardly get through without a scene, and during the past week there had been a number of mysterious interviews with lawyers going on.... What was it all about? To distract her thoughts she struck up conversation.\n\n\"Did you see Enid Glenwilliam, mother, in Palace Yard?\"\n\n\"I just noticed her,\" said Lady Coryston, indifferently. \"One can't help it, she dresses so outrageously.\"\n\n\"Oh, mother, she dresses very well! Of course nobody else could wear that kind of thing.\"\n\nLady Coryston lifted her eyebrows.\n\n\"That's where the ill-breeding comes in -- that a young girl should make herself so conspicuous.\"\n\n\"Well, it seems to pay,\" laughed Marcia. \"She has tremendous success. People on our side -- people you'd never think -- will do anything to get her for their parties. They say she makes things go. She doesn't care what she says.\""}, {"quote": "\"I just noticed her,", "context": "And yet of course Coryston would inherit some day. That was taken for granted among them. What were Tory principles worth if they did not some time, at some stage, secure an eldest son, and an orthodox succession? Corry was still in the position of heir, when he should normally have become owner. It was very trying for him, no doubt. But exceptional women make exceptional circumstances. And they were all agreed that their mother was an exceptional woman.\n\nBut whatever the business, they would hardly get through without a scene, and during the past week there had been a number of mysterious interviews with lawyers going on.... What was it all about? To distract her thoughts she struck up conversation.\n\n\"Did you see Enid Glenwilliam, mother, in Palace Yard?\"\n\n\"I just noticed her,\" said Lady Coryston, indifferently. \"One can't help it, she dresses so outrageously.\"\n\n\"Oh, mother, she dresses very well! Of course nobody else could wear that kind of thing.\"\n\nLady Coryston lifted her eyebrows.\n\n\"That's where the ill-breeding comes in -- that a young girl should make herself so conspicuous.\"\n\n\"Well, it seems to pay,\" laughed Marcia. \"She has tremendous success. People on our side -- people you'd never think -- will do anything to get her for their parties. They say she makes things go. She doesn't care what she says.\""}, {"quote": "\"One can't help it, she dresses so outrageously.\"", "context": "And yet of course Coryston would inherit some day. That was taken for granted among them. What were Tory principles worth if they did not some time, at some stage, secure an eldest son, and an orthodox succession? Corry was still in the position of heir, when he should normally have become owner. It was very trying for him, no doubt. But exceptional women make exceptional circumstances. And they were all agreed that their mother was an exceptional woman.\n\nBut whatever the business, they would hardly get through without a scene, and during the past week there had been a number of mysterious interviews with lawyers going on.... What was it all about? To distract her thoughts she struck up conversation.\n\n\"Did you see Enid Glenwilliam, mother, in Palace Yard?\"\n\n\"I just noticed her,\" said Lady Coryston, indifferently. \"One can't help it, she dresses so outrageously.\"\n\n\"Oh, mother, she dresses very well! Of course nobody else could wear that kind of thing.\"\n\nLady Coryston lifted her eyebrows.\n\n\"That's where the ill-breeding comes in -- that a young girl should make herself so conspicuous.\"\n\n\"Well, it seems to pay,\" laughed Marcia. \"She has tremendous success. People on our side -- people you'd never think -- will do anything to get her for their parties. They say she makes things go. She doesn't care what she says.\""}, {"quote": "\"Oh, mother, she dresses very well! Of course nobody else could wear that kind of thing.\"", "context": "And yet of course Coryston would inherit some day. That was taken for granted among them. What were Tory principles worth if they did not some time, at some stage, secure an eldest son, and an orthodox succession? Corry was still in the position of heir, when he should normally have become owner. It was very trying for him, no doubt. But exceptional women make exceptional circumstances. And they were all agreed that their mother was an exceptional woman.\n\nBut whatever the business, they would hardly get through without a scene, and during the past week there had been a number of mysterious interviews with lawyers going on.... What was it all about? To distract her thoughts she struck up conversation.\n\n\"Did you see Enid Glenwilliam, mother, in Palace Yard?\"\n\n\"I just noticed her,\" said Lady Coryston, indifferently. \"One can't help it, she dresses so outrageously.\"\n\n\"Oh, mother, she dresses very well! Of course nobody else could wear that kind of thing.\"\n\nLady Coryston lifted her eyebrows.\n\n\"That's where the ill-breeding comes in -- that a young girl should make herself so conspicuous.\"\n\n\"Well, it seems to pay,\" laughed Marcia. \"She has tremendous success. People on our side -- people you'd never think -- will do anything to get her for their parties. They say she makes things go. She doesn't care what she says.\"\n\n\"That I can quite believe! Yes -- I saw she was at Shrewsbury House the other day -- dining -- when the Royalties were there. The daughter of that man!\""}, {"quote": "\"That's where the ill-breeding comes in -- that a young girl should make herself so conspicuous.\"", "context": "But whatever the business, they would hardly get through without a scene, and during the past week there had been a number of mysterious interviews with lawyers going on.... What was it all about? To distract her thoughts she struck up conversation.\n\n\"Did you see Enid Glenwilliam, mother, in Palace Yard?\"\n\n\"I just noticed her,\" said Lady Coryston, indifferently. \"One can't help it, she dresses so outrageously.\"\n\n\"Oh, mother, she dresses very well! Of course nobody else could wear that kind of thing.\"\n\nLady Coryston lifted her eyebrows.\n\n\"That's where the ill-breeding comes in -- that a young girl should make herself so conspicuous.\"\n\n\"Well, it seems to pay,\" laughed Marcia. \"She has tremendous success. People on our side -- people you'd never think -- will do anything to get her for their parties. They say she makes things go. She doesn't care what she says.\"\n\n\"That I can quite believe! Yes -- I saw she was at Shrewsbury House the other day -- dining -- when the Royalties were there. The daughter of that man!\"\n\nLady Coryston's left foot gave a sharp push to a footstool lying in her path, as though it were Glenwilliam himself."}, {"quote": "\"Well, it seems to pay,", "context": "But whatever the business, they would hardly get through without a scene, and during the past week there had been a number of mysterious interviews with lawyers going on.... What was it all about? To distract her thoughts she struck up conversation.\n\n\"Did you see Enid Glenwilliam, mother, in Palace Yard?\"\n\n\"I just noticed her,\" said Lady Coryston, indifferently. \"One can't help it, she dresses so outrageously.\"\n\n\"Oh, mother, she dresses very well! Of course nobody else could wear that kind of thing.\"\n\nLady Coryston lifted her eyebrows.\n\n\"That's where the ill-breeding comes in -- that a young girl should make herself so conspicuous.\"\n\n\"Well, it seems to pay,\" laughed Marcia. \"She has tremendous success. People on our side -- people you'd never think -- will do anything to get her for their parties. They say she makes things go. She doesn't care what she says.\"\n\n\"That I can quite believe! Yes -- I saw she was at Shrewsbury House the other day -- dining -- when the Royalties were there. The daughter of that man!\"\n\nLady Coryston's left foot gave a sharp push to a footstool lying in her path, as though it were Glenwilliam himself."}, {"quote": "\"She has tremendous success. People on our side -- people you'd never think -- will do anything to get her for their parties. They say she makes things go. She doesn't care what she says.\"", "context": "\"Did you see Enid Glenwilliam, mother, in Palace Yard?\"\n\n\"I just noticed her,\" said Lady Coryston, indifferently. \"One can't help it, she dresses so outrageously.\"\n\n\"Oh, mother, she dresses very well! Of course nobody else could wear that kind of thing.\"\n\nLady Coryston lifted her eyebrows.\n\n\"That's where the ill-breeding comes in -- that a young girl should make herself so conspicuous.\"\n\n\"Well, it seems to pay,\" laughed Marcia. \"She has tremendous success. People on our side -- people you'd never think -- will do anything to get her for their parties. They say she makes things go. She doesn't care what she says.\"\n\n\"That I can quite believe! Yes -- I saw she was at Shrewsbury House the other day -- dining -- when the Royalties were there. The daughter of that man!\"\n\nLady Coryston's left foot gave a sharp push to a footstool lying in her path, as though it were Glenwilliam himself.\n\nMarcia laughed.\n\n\"And she's very devoted to him, too. She told some one who told me, that he was so much more interesting than any other man she knew, that she hadn't the least wish to marry! I suppose you wouldn't like it if I were to make a friend of her"}, {"quote": "\"That I can quite believe! Yes -- I saw she was at Shrewsbury House the other day -- dining -- when the Royalties were there. The daughter of that man!\"", "context": "\"Oh, mother, she dresses very well! Of course nobody else could wear that kind of thing.\"\n\nLady Coryston lifted her eyebrows.\n\n\"That's where the ill-breeding comes in -- that a young girl should make herself so conspicuous.\"\n\n\"Well, it seems to pay,\" laughed Marcia. \"She has tremendous success. People on our side -- people you'd never think -- will do anything to get her for their parties. They say she makes things go. She doesn't care what she says.\"\n\n\"That I can quite believe! Yes -- I saw she was at Shrewsbury House the other day -- dining -- when the Royalties were there. The daughter of that man!\"\n\nLady Coryston's left foot gave a sharp push to a footstool lying in her path, as though it were Glenwilliam himself.\n\nMarcia laughed.\n\n\"And she's very devoted to him, too. She told some one who told me, that he was so much more interesting than any other man she knew, that she hadn't the least wish to marry! I suppose you wouldn't like it if I were to make a friend of her?\" The girl's tone had a certain slight defiance in it."}, {"quote": "\"And she's very devoted to him, too. She told some one who told me, that he was so much more interesting than any other man she knew, that she hadn't the least wish to marry! I suppose you wouldn't like it if I were to make a friend of her?", "context": "\"She has tremendous success. People on our side -- people you'd never think -- will do anything to get her for their parties. They say she makes things go. She doesn't care what she says.\"\n\n\"That I can quite believe! Yes -- I saw she was at Shrewsbury House the other day -- dining -- when the Royalties were there. The daughter of that man!\"\n\nLady Coryston's left foot gave a sharp push to a footstool lying in her path, as though it were Glenwilliam himself.\n\nMarcia laughed.\n\n\"And she's very devoted to him, too. She told some one who told me, that he was so much more interesting than any other man she knew, that she hadn't the least wish to marry! I suppose you wouldn't like it if I were to make a friend of her?\" The girl's tone had a certain slight defiance in it.\n\n\"Do what you like when I'm gone, my dear,\" said Lady Coryston, quietly.\n\nMarcia flushed, and would have replied, but for the sudden and distant sound of the hall-door bell. Lady Coryston instantly stopped her pacing and took her seat beside a table on which, as Marcia now noticed, certain large envelopes had been laid. The girl threw herself into a low chair behind her mother, conscious of a distress, a fear, she could not analyze. There was a small fire in the grate, for the May evening was chilly, but on the other side of the room a window was open to the twilight, and in a luminous sky cut by the black boughs of a plane tree, and the roofs of a tall building, Marcia saw a bright star shining. The heavy drawing-room, with its gilt furniture and its electric lights, seemed for a moment blotted out. That patch of sky suggested strange, alien, inexorable things; while all the time the sound of mounting footsteps on the stairs grew nearer."}, {"quote": "\"Do what you like when I'm gone, my dear,", "context": "Lady Coryston's left foot gave a sharp push to a footstool lying in her path, as though it were Glenwilliam himself.\n\nMarcia laughed.\n\n\"And she's very devoted to him, too. She told some one who told me, that he was so much more interesting than any other man she knew, that she hadn't the least wish to marry! I suppose you wouldn't like it if I were to make a friend of her?\" The girl's tone had a certain slight defiance in it.\n\n\"Do what you like when I'm gone, my dear,\" said Lady Coryston, quietly.\n\nMarcia flushed, and would have replied, but for the sudden and distant sound of the hall-door bell. Lady Coryston instantly stopped her pacing and took her seat beside a table on which, as Marcia now noticed, certain large envelopes had been laid. The girl threw herself into a low chair behind her mother, conscious of a distress, a fear, she could not analyze. There was a small fire in the grate, for the May evening was chilly, but on the other side of the room a window was open to the twilight, and in a luminous sky cut by the black boughs of a plane tree, and the roofs of a tall building, Marcia saw a bright star shining. The heavy drawing-room, with its gilt furniture and its electric lights, seemed for a moment blotted out. That patch of sky suggested strange, alien, inexorable things; while all the time the sound of mounting footsteps on the stairs grew nearer."}, {"quote": "\"Now, then, for the scene. Let's get it over!", "context": "Marcia flushed, and would have replied, but for the sudden and distant sound of the hall-door bell. Lady Coryston instantly stopped her pacing and took her seat beside a table on which, as Marcia now noticed, certain large envelopes had been laid. The girl threw herself into a low chair behind her mother, conscious of a distress, a fear, she could not analyze. There was a small fire in the grate, for the May evening was chilly, but on the other side of the room a window was open to the twilight, and in a luminous sky cut by the black boughs of a plane tree, and the roofs of a tall building, Marcia saw a bright star shining. The heavy drawing-room, with its gilt furniture and its electric lights, seemed for a moment blotted out. That patch of sky suggested strange, alien, inexorable things; while all the time the sound of mounting footsteps on the stairs grew nearer.\n\nIn they came, her three brothers, laughing and talking. Coryston first, then James, then Arthur. Lady Coryston rose to meet them, and they all kissed their mother. Then Coryston, with his hands on his sides, stood in front of her, examining her face with hard, amused eyes, as much as to say, \"Now, then, for the scene. Let's get it over!\" He was the only one of the three men who was not in evening dress. He wore, indeed, a shabby greenish-gray suit, and a flannel shirt. Marcia noticed it with indignation. \"It's not respectful to mother!\" she thought, angrily. \"It's all very well to be a Socialist and a Bohemian. But there are decencies!\"\n\nIn spite, however, of the shabby suit and the flannel shirt, in spite also of the fact that he was short and very slight, while his brothers were both of them over six feet and broadly built men, there could be no doubt that, as soon as he entered, Coryston held the stage. He was one of the mercurial men who exist in order to keep the human tide in movement. Their opinions matter principally because without them the opinions of other men would not exist. Their function is to provoke. And from the time he was a babe in the nursery Coryston had fulfilled it to perfection."}, {"quote": "\"It's not respectful to mother!", "context": "In they came, her three brothers, laughing and talking. Coryston first, then James, then Arthur. Lady Coryston rose to meet them, and they all kissed their mother. Then Coryston, with his hands on his sides, stood in front of her, examining her face with hard, amused eyes, as much as to say, \"Now, then, for the scene. Let's get it over!\" He was the only one of the three men who was not in evening dress. He wore, indeed, a shabby greenish-gray suit, and a flannel shirt. Marcia noticed it with indignation. \"It's not respectful to mother!\" she thought, angrily. \"It's all very well to be a Socialist and a Bohemian. But there are decencies!\"\n\nIn spite, however, of the shabby suit and the flannel shirt, in spite also of the fact that he was short and very slight, while his brothers were both of them over six feet and broadly built men, there could be no doubt that, as soon as he entered, Coryston held the stage. He was one of the mercurial men who exist in order to keep the human tide in movement. Their opinions matter principally because without them the opinions of other men would not exist. Their function is to provoke. And from the time he was a babe in the nursery Coryston had fulfilled it to perfection."}, {"quote": "\"It's all very well to be a Socialist and a Bohemian. But there are decencies!\"", "context": "In they came, her three brothers, laughing and talking. Coryston first, then James, then Arthur. Lady Coryston rose to meet them, and they all kissed their mother. Then Coryston, with his hands on his sides, stood in front of her, examining her face with hard, amused eyes, as much as to say, \"Now, then, for the scene. Let's get it over!\" He was the only one of the three men who was not in evening dress. He wore, indeed, a shabby greenish-gray suit, and a flannel shirt. Marcia noticed it with indignation. \"It's not respectful to mother!\" she thought, angrily. \"It's all very well to be a Socialist and a Bohemian. But there are decencies!\"\n\nIn spite, however, of the shabby suit and the flannel shirt, in spite also of the fact that he was short and very slight, while his brothers were both of them over six feet and broadly built men, there could be no doubt that, as soon as he entered, Coryston held the stage. He was one of the mercurial men who exist in order to keep the human tide in movement. Their opinions matter principally because without them the opinions of other men would not exist. Their function is to provoke. And from the time he was a babe in the nursery Coryston had fulfilled it to perfection."}, {"quote": "\"Well, mother, what's up? Somebody to be tried and executed?", "context": "Now, indeed, as, after a few bantering remarks to his mother on his recent political escapades -- remarks which she took in complete silence -- he settled himself in a high chair in front of her to listen to what she had to say, no subtle observer of the scene but must have perceived the likeness -- through all contrast -- between mother and son. Lady Coryston was tall, large-boned, thin to emaciation, imposing -- a Lady Macbeth of the drawing-room. Coryston was small, delicately finished, a whimsical snippet of a man -- on wires -- never at ease -- the piled fair hair overbalancing the face and the small, sarcastic chin. And yet the essential note of both physiognomies, of both aspects, was the same. Will -- carried to extremes, absorbing and swallowing up the rest of the personality. Lady Coryston had handed on the disease of her own character to her son, and it was in virtue of what she had given him that she had made him her enemy.\n\nHer agitation in his presence, in spite of her proud bearing, was indeed evident, at least to Marcia. Marcia read her; had indeed been compelled to read her mother -- the movements of hand and brow, the tricks of expression -- from childhood up. And she detected, from various signs of nervousness, that Lady Coryston expected a rough time.\n\nShe led the way to it, however, with deliberation. She took no notice of Coryston's, \"Well, mother, what's up? Somebody to be tried and executed?\" but, waving to him to take a particular chair, she asked the others to sit, and placed herself beside the table which held the sheets of folded foolscap. The ugly electric light from overhead fell full upon the pallid oval of her face, on her lace cap, and shimmering black dress. Only Marcia noticed that the hand which took up the foolscap shook a little. It was an old hand, delicately white, with large finger-joints.\n\n\"I can't pretend to make a jest of what I'm going to say"}, {"quote": "\"I can't pretend to make a jest of what I'm going to say,", "context": "\"Well, mother, what's up? Somebody to be tried and executed?\" but, waving to him to take a particular chair, she asked the others to sit, and placed herself beside the table which held the sheets of folded foolscap. The ugly electric light from overhead fell full upon the pallid oval of her face, on her lace cap, and shimmering black dress. Only Marcia noticed that the hand which took up the foolscap shook a little. It was an old hand, delicately white, with large finger-joints.\n\n\"I can't pretend to make a jest of what I'm going to say,\" she said, with a look at Coryston. \"I wanted to speak to you all on a matter of business -- not very agreeable business, but necessary. I am sure you will hear me out, and believe that I am doing my best, according to my lights, by the family -- the estates -- and the country.\"\n\nAt the last slowly spoken words Lady Coryston drew herself up. Especially when she said \"the country,\" it was as though she mentioned something peculiarly her own, something attacked which fled to her for protection."}, {"quote": "\"I wanted to speak to you all on a matter of business -- not very agreeable business, but necessary. I am sure you will hear me out, and believe that I am doing my best, according to my lights, by the family -- the estates -- and the country.\"", "context": "\" but, waving to him to take a particular chair, she asked the others to sit, and placed herself beside the table which held the sheets of folded foolscap. The ugly electric light from overhead fell full upon the pallid oval of her face, on her lace cap, and shimmering black dress. Only Marcia noticed that the hand which took up the foolscap shook a little. It was an old hand, delicately white, with large finger-joints.\n\n\"I can't pretend to make a jest of what I'm going to say,\" she said, with a look at Coryston. \"I wanted to speak to you all on a matter of business -- not very agreeable business, but necessary. I am sure you will hear me out, and believe that I am doing my best, according to my lights, by the family -- the estates -- and the country.\"\n\nAt the last slowly spoken words Lady Coryston drew herself up. Especially when she said \"the country,\" it was as though she mentioned something peculiarly her own, something attacked which fled to her for protection.\n\nMarcia looked round on her three brothers: Coryston sunk in a big gilt chair, one leg cocked over the other, his fingers lightly crossed above his head; James with his open brow, his snub nose, his charming expression; and Arthur, who had coaxed Lady Coryston's spaniel on to his lap and was pulling his ears. He looked, she thought, bored and only half attentive. And yet she was tolerably certain that he knew no more than she did what Was going to happen."}, {"quote": "\"have now passed since your father's death. I have done my best with my trust, though of course I realize that I cannot have satisfied all my children.", "context": "\"He did it, as I believe you have all recognized, because he desired that in these difficult times, when everything is being called in question, and all our institutions, together with the ideas which support them, are in danger, I should, during my lifetime, continue to support and carry out his ideas -- the ideas he and I had held in common -- and should remain the guardian of all those customs and traditions on his estates which he had inherited -- and in which he believed -- \"\n\nCoryston suddenly sat up, shook down his coat vehemently, and putting his elbows on his knees, propped his face on them, the better to observe his mother. James was fingering his watch-chain, with downcast eyes, the slightest smile on his gently twitching mouth; Arthur was measuring one ear of the spaniel against the other.\n\n\"Two years,\" said Lady Coryston, \"have now passed since your father's death. I have done my best with my trust, though of course I realize that I cannot have satisfied all my children.\" She paused a moment. \"I have not wasted any of your father's money in personal luxury -- that none of you can say. The old establishment, the old ways, have been kept up -- nothing more. And I have certainly wished\" -- she laid a heavy emphasis on the word -- \"to act for the good of all of you. You, James, have your own fortune, but I think you know that if you had wanted money at any time, for any reasonable purpose, you had only to ask for it. Marcia also has her own money; but when it comes to her marriage, I desire nothing better than to provide for her amply. And now, as to Coryston -- \""}, {"quote": "\"I have not wasted any of your father's money in personal luxury -- that none of you can say. The old establishment, the old ways, have been kept up -- nothing more. And I have certainly wished", "context": "Coryston suddenly sat up, shook down his coat vehemently, and putting his elbows on his knees, propped his face on them, the better to observe his mother. James was fingering his watch-chain, with downcast eyes, the slightest smile on his gently twitching mouth; Arthur was measuring one ear of the spaniel against the other.\n\n\"Two years,\" said Lady Coryston, \"have now passed since your father's death. I have done my best with my trust, though of course I realize that I cannot have satisfied all my children.\" She paused a moment. \"I have not wasted any of your father's money in personal luxury -- that none of you can say. The old establishment, the old ways, have been kept up -- nothing more. And I have certainly wished\" -- she laid a heavy emphasis on the word -- \"to act for the good of all of you. You, James, have your own fortune, but I think you know that if you had wanted money at any time, for any reasonable purpose, you had only to ask for it. Marcia also has her own money; but when it comes to her marriage, I desire nothing better than to provide for her amply. And now, as to Coryston -- \"\n\nShe turned to him, facing him magnificently, though not, as Marcia was certain, without trepidation. Coryston flung back his head with a laugh."}, {"quote": "\"Ah, now we come to it!", "context": "\" -- she laid a heavy emphasis on the word -- \"to act for the good of all of you. You, James, have your own fortune, but I think you know that if you had wanted money at any time, for any reasonable purpose, you had only to ask for it. Marcia also has her own money; but when it comes to her marriage, I desire nothing better than to provide for her amply. And now, as to Coryston -- \"\n\nShe turned to him, facing him magnificently, though not, as Marcia was certain, without trepidation. Coryston flung back his head with a laugh.\n\n\"Ah, now we come to it!\" he said. \"The rest was all 'but leather and prunella.'\"\n\nJames murmured, \"Corry -- old man?\" Marcia flushed angrily.\n\n\"Coryston also knows very well,\" said Lady Coryston, coldly, \"that everything he could possibly have claimed -- \"\n\n\"Short of the estates -- which were my right,\" put in Coryston, quietly, with an amused look.\n\nHis mother went on without noticing the interruption:\n\n\" -- would have been his -- either now or in due time -- if he would only have made certain concessions -- \""}, {"quote": "\"The rest was all 'but leather and prunella.'\"", "context": "\" -- she laid a heavy emphasis on the word -- \"to act for the good of all of you. You, James, have your own fortune, but I think you know that if you had wanted money at any time, for any reasonable purpose, you had only to ask for it. Marcia also has her own money; but when it comes to her marriage, I desire nothing better than to provide for her amply. And now, as to Coryston -- \"\n\nShe turned to him, facing him magnificently, though not, as Marcia was certain, without trepidation. Coryston flung back his head with a laugh.\n\n\"Ah, now we come to it!\" he said. \"The rest was all 'but leather and prunella.'\"\n\nJames murmured, \"Corry -- old man?\" Marcia flushed angrily.\n\n\"Coryston also knows very well,\" said Lady Coryston, coldly, \"that everything he could possibly have claimed -- \"\n\n\"Short of the estates -- which were my right,\" put in Coryston, quietly, with an amused look.\n\nHis mother went on without noticing the interruption:\n\n\" -- would have been his -- either now or in due time -- if he would only have made certain concessions -- \""}, {"quote": "\"Corry -- old man?", "context": "\" -- she laid a heavy emphasis on the word -- \"to act for the good of all of you. You, James, have your own fortune, but I think you know that if you had wanted money at any time, for any reasonable purpose, you had only to ask for it. Marcia also has her own money; but when it comes to her marriage, I desire nothing better than to provide for her amply. And now, as to Coryston -- \"\n\nShe turned to him, facing him magnificently, though not, as Marcia was certain, without trepidation. Coryston flung back his head with a laugh.\n\n\"Ah, now we come to it!\" he said. \"The rest was all 'but leather and prunella.'\"\n\nJames murmured, \"Corry -- old man?\" Marcia flushed angrily.\n\n\"Coryston also knows very well,\" said Lady Coryston, coldly, \"that everything he could possibly have claimed -- \"\n\n\"Short of the estates -- which were my right,\" put in Coryston, quietly, with an amused look.\n\nHis mother went on without noticing the interruption:\n\n\" -- would have been his -- either now or in due time -- if he would only have made certain concessions -- \"\n\n\"Sold my soul and held my tongue? -- quite right"}, {"quote": "\"Coryston also knows very well,", "context": "\" -- she laid a heavy emphasis on the word -- \"to act for the good of all of you. You, James, have your own fortune, but I think you know that if you had wanted money at any time, for any reasonable purpose, you had only to ask for it. Marcia also has her own money; but when it comes to her marriage, I desire nothing better than to provide for her amply. And now, as to Coryston -- \"\n\nShe turned to him, facing him magnificently, though not, as Marcia was certain, without trepidation. Coryston flung back his head with a laugh.\n\n\"Ah, now we come to it!\" he said. \"The rest was all 'but leather and prunella.'\"\n\nJames murmured, \"Corry -- old man?\" Marcia flushed angrily.\n\n\"Coryston also knows very well,\" said Lady Coryston, coldly, \"that everything he could possibly have claimed -- \"\n\n\"Short of the estates -- which were my right,\" put in Coryston, quietly, with an amused look.\n\nHis mother went on without noticing the interruption:\n\n\" -- would have been his -- either now or in due time -- if he would only have made certain concessions -- \"\n\n\"Sold my soul and held my tongue? -- quite right!\" said Coryston. \"I have scores of your letters, my dear mother, to that effect.\""}, {"quote": "\"Short of the estates -- which were my right,", "context": "She turned to him, facing him magnificently, though not, as Marcia was certain, without trepidation. Coryston flung back his head with a laugh.\n\n\"Ah, now we come to it!\" he said. \"The rest was all 'but leather and prunella.'\"\n\nJames murmured, \"Corry -- old man?\" Marcia flushed angrily.\n\n\"Coryston also knows very well,\" said Lady Coryston, coldly, \"that everything he could possibly have claimed -- \"\n\n\"Short of the estates -- which were my right,\" put in Coryston, quietly, with an amused look.\n\nHis mother went on without noticing the interruption:\n\n\" -- would have been his -- either now or in due time -- if he would only have made certain concessions -- \"\n\n\"Sold my soul and held my tongue? -- quite right!\" said Coryston. \"I have scores of your letters, my dear mother, to that effect.\"\n\nLady Coryston slightly raised her voice, and for the first time it betrayed emotion.\n\n\"If he would, in simple decent respect to his father's memory and consideration of his mother's feelings, have refrained from attacking his father's convictions -- \""}, {"quote": "\"Sold my soul and held my tongue? -- quite right!", "context": "James murmured, \"Corry -- old man?\" Marcia flushed angrily.\n\n\"Coryston also knows very well,\" said Lady Coryston, coldly, \"that everything he could possibly have claimed -- \"\n\n\"Short of the estates -- which were my right,\" put in Coryston, quietly, with an amused look.\n\nHis mother went on without noticing the interruption:\n\n\" -- would have been his -- either now or in due time -- if he would only have made certain concessions -- \"\n\n\"Sold my soul and held my tongue? -- quite right!\" said Coryston. \"I have scores of your letters, my dear mother, to that effect.\"\n\nLady Coryston slightly raised her voice, and for the first time it betrayed emotion.\n\n\"If he would, in simple decent respect to his father's memory and consideration of his mother's feelings, have refrained from attacking his father's convictions -- \"\n\n\"What! -- you think he still has them -- in the upper regions?\"\n\nCoryston flung an audacious hand toward the ceiling. Lady Coryston grew pale. Marcia looked fiercely at her brother, and, coming to her mother's side, she took her hand."}, {"quote": "\"I have scores of your letters, my dear mother, to that effect.\"", "context": "\"Coryston also knows very well,\" said Lady Coryston, coldly, \"that everything he could possibly have claimed -- \"\n\n\"Short of the estates -- which were my right,\" put in Coryston, quietly, with an amused look.\n\nHis mother went on without noticing the interruption:\n\n\" -- would have been his -- either now or in due time -- if he would only have made certain concessions -- \"\n\n\"Sold my soul and held my tongue? -- quite right!\" said Coryston. \"I have scores of your letters, my dear mother, to that effect.\"\n\nLady Coryston slightly raised her voice, and for the first time it betrayed emotion.\n\n\"If he would, in simple decent respect to his father's memory and consideration of his mother's feelings, have refrained from attacking his father's convictions -- \"\n\n\"What! -- you think he still has them -- in the upper regions?\"\n\nCoryston flung an audacious hand toward the ceiling. Lady Coryston grew pale. Marcia looked fiercely at her brother, and, coming to her mother's side, she took her hand."}, {"quote": "\"What! -- you think he still has them -- in the upper regions?\"", "context": "\" -- would have been his -- either now or in due time -- if he would only have made certain concessions -- \"\n\n\"Sold my soul and held my tongue? -- quite right!\" said Coryston. \"I have scores of your letters, my dear mother, to that effect.\"\n\nLady Coryston slightly raised her voice, and for the first time it betrayed emotion.\n\n\"If he would, in simple decent respect to his father's memory and consideration of his mother's feelings, have refrained from attacking his father's convictions -- \"\n\n\"What! -- you think he still has them -- in the upper regions?\"\n\nCoryston flung an audacious hand toward the ceiling. Lady Coryston grew pale. Marcia looked fiercely at her brother, and, coming to her mother's side, she took her hand.\n\n\"Your brothers and sister, Coryston, will not allow you, I think, to insult your father's memory!\" The voice audibly shook.\n\nCoryston sprang up impetuously and came to stand over his mother, his hands on his sides.\n\n\"Now look here, mother. Let's come to business. You've been plotting something more against me, and I want to know what it is. Have you been dishing me altogether? -- cutting me finally out of the estates? Is that what you mean? Let's have it!\""}, {"quote": "\"Your brothers and sister, Coryston, will not allow you, I think, to insult your father's memory!", "context": "Lady Coryston slightly raised her voice, and for the first time it betrayed emotion.\n\n\"If he would, in simple decent respect to his father's memory and consideration of his mother's feelings, have refrained from attacking his father's convictions -- \"\n\n\"What! -- you think he still has them -- in the upper regions?\"\n\nCoryston flung an audacious hand toward the ceiling. Lady Coryston grew pale. Marcia looked fiercely at her brother, and, coming to her mother's side, she took her hand.\n\n\"Your brothers and sister, Coryston, will not allow you, I think, to insult your father's memory!\" The voice audibly shook.\n\nCoryston sprang up impetuously and came to stand over his mother, his hands on his sides.\n\n\"Now look here, mother. Let's come to business. You've been plotting something more against me, and I want to know what it is. Have you been dishing me altogether? -- cutting me finally out of the estates? Is that what you mean? Let's have it!\"\n\nLady Coryston's face stiffened anew into a gray obstinacy."}, {"quote": "\"Now look here, mother. Let's come to business. You've been plotting something more against me, and I want to know what it is. Have you been dishing me altogether? -- cutting me finally out of the estates? Is that what you mean? Let's have it!\"", "context": "\"What! -- you think he still has them -- in the upper regions?\"\n\nCoryston flung an audacious hand toward the ceiling. Lady Coryston grew pale. Marcia looked fiercely at her brother, and, coming to her mother's side, she took her hand.\n\n\"Your brothers and sister, Coryston, will not allow you, I think, to insult your father's memory!\" The voice audibly shook.\n\nCoryston sprang up impetuously and came to stand over his mother, his hands on his sides.\n\n\"Now look here, mother. Let's come to business. You've been plotting something more against me, and I want to know what it is. Have you been dishing me altogether? -- cutting me finally out of the estates? Is that what you mean? Let's have it!\"\n\nLady Coryston's face stiffened anew into a gray obstinacy.\n\n\"I prefer, Coryston, to tell my story in my own words and in my own way -- \"\n\n\"Yes -- but please tell it!\" said Coryston, sharply. \"Is it fair to keep us on tenter-hooks? What is that paper, for instance? Extracts, I guess, from your will -- which concern me -- and the rest of them\" -- he waved his hand toward the other three."}, {"quote": "\"Yes -- but please tell it!", "context": "Coryston sprang up impetuously and came to stand over his mother, his hands on his sides.\n\n\"Now look here, mother. Let's come to business. You've been plotting something more against me, and I want to know what it is. Have you been dishing me altogether? -- cutting me finally out of the estates? Is that what you mean? Let's have it!\"\n\nLady Coryston's face stiffened anew into a gray obstinacy.\n\n\"I prefer, Coryston, to tell my story in my own words and in my own way -- \"\n\n\"Yes -- but please tell it!\" said Coryston, sharply. \"Is it fair to keep us on tenter-hooks? What is that paper, for instance? Extracts, I guess, from your will -- which concern me -- and the rest of them\" -- he waved his hand toward the other three. \"For God's sake let's have them, and get done with it.\"\n\n\"I will read them, if you will sit down, Coryston.\"\n\nWith a whimsical shake of the head Coryston returned to his chair. Lady Coryston took up the folded paper."}, {"quote": "\"Is it fair to keep us on tenter-hooks? What is that paper, for instance? Extracts, I guess, from your will -- which concern me -- and the rest of them", "context": "\"Now look here, mother. Let's come to business. You've been plotting something more against me, and I want to know what it is. Have you been dishing me altogether? -- cutting me finally out of the estates? Is that what you mean? Let's have it!\"\n\nLady Coryston's face stiffened anew into a gray obstinacy.\n\n\"I prefer, Coryston, to tell my story in my own words and in my own way -- \"\n\n\"Yes -- but please tell it!\" said Coryston, sharply. \"Is it fair to keep us on tenter-hooks? What is that paper, for instance? Extracts, I guess, from your will -- which concern me -- and the rest of them\" -- he waved his hand toward the other three. \"For God's sake let's have them, and get done with it.\"\n\n\"I will read them, if you will sit down, Coryston.\"\n\nWith a whimsical shake of the head Coryston returned to his chair. Lady Coryston took up the folded paper.\n\n\"Coryston guessed rightly. These are the passages from my will which concern the estates. I should like to have explained before reading them, in a way as considerate to my eldest son as possibl"}, {"quote": "\"For God's sake let's have them, and get done with it.\"", "context": "Lady Coryston's face stiffened anew into a gray obstinacy.\n\n\"I prefer, Coryston, to tell my story in my own words and in my own way -- \"\n\n\"Yes -- but please tell it!\" said Coryston, sharply. \"Is it fair to keep us on tenter-hooks? What is that paper, for instance? Extracts, I guess, from your will -- which concern me -- and the rest of them\" -- he waved his hand toward the other three. \"For God's sake let's have them, and get done with it.\"\n\n\"I will read them, if you will sit down, Coryston.\"\n\nWith a whimsical shake of the head Coryston returned to his chair. Lady Coryston took up the folded paper.\n\n\"Coryston guessed rightly. These are the passages from my will which concern the estates. I should like to have explained before reading them, in a way as considerate to my eldest son as possible\" she looked steadily at Coryston -- \"the reasons which have led me to take this course. But -- \""}, {"quote": "\"I will read them, if you will sit down, Coryston.\"", "context": "\"I prefer, Coryston, to tell my story in my own words and in my own way -- \"\n\n\"Yes -- but please tell it!\" said Coryston, sharply. \"Is it fair to keep us on tenter-hooks? What is that paper, for instance? Extracts, I guess, from your will -- which concern me -- and the rest of them\" -- he waved his hand toward the other three. \"For God's sake let's have them, and get done with it.\"\n\n\"I will read them, if you will sit down, Coryston.\"\n\nWith a whimsical shake of the head Coryston returned to his chair. Lady Coryston took up the folded paper.\n\n\"Coryston guessed rightly. These are the passages from my will which concern the estates. I should like to have explained before reading them, in a way as considerate to my eldest son as possible\" she looked steadily at Coryston -- \"the reasons which have led me to take this course. But -- \"\n\n\"No, no! Business first and pleasure afterward"}, {"quote": "\"Coryston guessed rightly. These are the passages from my will which concern the estates. I should like to have explained before reading them, in a way as considerate to my eldest son as possible", "context": "\"Is it fair to keep us on tenter-hooks? What is that paper, for instance? Extracts, I guess, from your will -- which concern me -- and the rest of them\" -- he waved his hand toward the other three. \"For God's sake let's have them, and get done with it.\"\n\n\"I will read them, if you will sit down, Coryston.\"\n\nWith a whimsical shake of the head Coryston returned to his chair. Lady Coryston took up the folded paper.\n\n\"Coryston guessed rightly. These are the passages from my will which concern the estates. I should like to have explained before reading them, in a way as considerate to my eldest son as possible\" she looked steadily at Coryston -- \"the reasons which have led me to take this course. But -- \"\n\n\"No, no! Business first and pleasure afterward!\" interrupted the eldest son. \"Disinherit me and then pitch into me. You get at me unfairly while I'm speculating as to what's coming.\"\n\n\"I think,\" said Marcia, in a tone trembling with indignation, \"that Coryston is behaving abominably.\"\n\nBut her brothers did not respond, and Coryston looked at his sister with lifted brows. \"Go it, Marcia!\" he said, indulgently."}, {"quote": "\"No, no! Business first and pleasure afterward!", "context": "\"I will read them, if you will sit down, Coryston.\"\n\nWith a whimsical shake of the head Coryston returned to his chair. Lady Coryston took up the folded paper.\n\n\"Coryston guessed rightly. These are the passages from my will which concern the estates. I should like to have explained before reading them, in a way as considerate to my eldest son as possible\" she looked steadily at Coryston -- \"the reasons which have led me to take this course. But -- \"\n\n\"No, no! Business first and pleasure afterward!\" interrupted the eldest son. \"Disinherit me and then pitch into me. You get at me unfairly while I'm speculating as to what's coming.\"\n\n\"I think,\" said Marcia, in a tone trembling with indignation, \"that Coryston is behaving abominably.\"\n\nBut her brothers did not respond, and Coryston looked at his sister with lifted brows. \"Go it, Marcia!\" he said, indulgently.\n\nLady Coryston began to read.\n\nBefore she had come to the end of her first paragraph Coryston was pacing the drawing-room, twisting his lips into all sorts of shapes, as was his custom when the brain was active. And with the beginning of the second, Arthur sprang to his feet."}, {"quote": "\"Disinherit me and then pitch into me. You get at me unfairly while I'm speculating as to what's coming.\"", "context": "With a whimsical shake of the head Coryston returned to his chair. Lady Coryston took up the folded paper.\n\n\"Coryston guessed rightly. These are the passages from my will which concern the estates. I should like to have explained before reading them, in a way as considerate to my eldest son as possible\" she looked steadily at Coryston -- \"the reasons which have led me to take this course. But -- \"\n\n\"No, no! Business first and pleasure afterward!\" interrupted the eldest son. \"Disinherit me and then pitch into me. You get at me unfairly while I'm speculating as to what's coming.\"\n\n\"I think,\" said Marcia, in a tone trembling with indignation, \"that Coryston is behaving abominably.\"\n\nBut her brothers did not respond, and Coryston looked at his sister with lifted brows. \"Go it, Marcia!\" he said, indulgently.\n\nLady Coryston began to read.\n\nBefore she had come to the end of her first paragraph Coryston was pacing the drawing-room, twisting his lips into all sorts of shapes, as was his custom when the brain was active. And with the beginning of the second, Arthur sprang to his feet."}, {"quote": "\"that Coryston is behaving abominably.\"", "context": "\"Coryston guessed rightly. These are the passages from my will which concern the estates. I should like to have explained before reading them, in a way as considerate to my eldest son as possible\" she looked steadily at Coryston -- \"the reasons which have led me to take this course. But -- \"\n\n\"No, no! Business first and pleasure afterward!\" interrupted the eldest son. \"Disinherit me and then pitch into me. You get at me unfairly while I'm speculating as to what's coming.\"\n\n\"I think,\" said Marcia, in a tone trembling with indignation, \"that Coryston is behaving abominably.\"\n\nBut her brothers did not respond, and Coryston looked at his sister with lifted brows. \"Go it, Marcia!\" he said, indulgently.\n\nLady Coryston began to read.\n\nBefore she had come to the end of her first paragraph Coryston was pacing the drawing-room, twisting his lips into all sorts of shapes, as was his custom when the brain was active. And with the beginning of the second, Arthur sprang to his feet.\n\n\"I say, mother!\"\n\n\"Let me finish?\" asked Lady Coryston with a hard patience."}, {"quote": "\"I say, mother!\"", "context": "\"that Coryston is behaving abominably.\"\n\nBut her brothers did not respond, and Coryston looked at his sister with lifted brows. \"Go it, Marcia!\" he said, indulgently.\n\nLady Coryston began to read.\n\nBefore she had come to the end of her first paragraph Coryston was pacing the drawing-room, twisting his lips into all sorts of shapes, as was his custom when the brain was active. And with the beginning of the second, Arthur sprang to his feet.\n\n\"I say, mother!\"\n\n\"Let me finish?\" asked Lady Coryston with a hard patience.\n\nShe read to the end of the paper. And with the last words Arthur broke out:\n\n\"I won't have it, mother! It's not fair on Corry. It's beastly unfair!\"\n\nLady Coryston made no reply. She sat quietly staring into Arthur's face, her hands, on which the rings sparkled, lightly clasped over the paper which lay upon her knee. James's expression was one of distress. Marcia sat dumfoundered."}, {"quote": "\"I won't have it, mother! It's not fair on Corry. It's beastly unfair!\"", "context": "Lady Coryston began to read.\n\nBefore she had come to the end of her first paragraph Coryston was pacing the drawing-room, twisting his lips into all sorts of shapes, as was his custom when the brain was active. And with the beginning of the second, Arthur sprang to his feet.\n\n\"I say, mother!\"\n\n\"Let me finish?\" asked Lady Coryston with a hard patience.\n\nShe read to the end of the paper. And with the last words Arthur broke out:\n\n\"I won't have it, mother! It's not fair on Corry. It's beastly unfair!\"\n\nLady Coryston made no reply. She sat quietly staring into Arthur's face, her hands, on which the rings sparkled, lightly clasped over the paper which lay upon her knee. James's expression was one of distress. Marcia sat dumfoundered.\n\nJames approached his mother.\n\n\"I think, mother, you will hardly maintain these provisions.\"\n\nShe turned toward him.\n\n\"Yes, James, I shall maintain them.\"\n\nMeanwhile Arthur, deeply flushed, stood running his hand through his fair hair as though in bewilderment."}, {"quote": "\"I think, mother, you will hardly maintain these provisions.\"", "context": "\"Let me finish?\" asked Lady Coryston with a hard patience.\n\nShe read to the end of the paper. And with the last words Arthur broke out:\n\n\"I won't have it, mother! It's not fair on Corry. It's beastly unfair!\"\n\nLady Coryston made no reply. She sat quietly staring into Arthur's face, her hands, on which the rings sparkled, lightly clasped over the paper which lay upon her knee. James's expression was one of distress. Marcia sat dumfoundered.\n\nJames approached his mother.\n\n\"I think, mother, you will hardly maintain these provisions.\"\n\nShe turned toward him.\n\n\"Yes, James, I shall maintain them.\"\n\nMeanwhile Arthur, deeply flushed, stood running his hand through his fair hair as though in bewilderment.\n\n\"I sha'n't take it, mother! I give you full warning. Whenever it comes to me I shall hand it back to Corry.\"\n\n\"It won't come to you, except as a life interest. The estates will be in trust,\" said Lady Coryston.\n\nCoryston gave a loud, sudden laugh, and stood looking at his mother from a little distance."}, {"quote": "\"Yes, James, I shall maintain them.\"", "context": "She read to the end of the paper. And with the last words Arthur broke out:\n\n\"I won't have it, mother! It's not fair on Corry. It's beastly unfair!\"\n\nLady Coryston made no reply. She sat quietly staring into Arthur's face, her hands, on which the rings sparkled, lightly clasped over the paper which lay upon her knee. James's expression was one of distress. Marcia sat dumfoundered.\n\nJames approached his mother.\n\n\"I think, mother, you will hardly maintain these provisions.\"\n\nShe turned toward him.\n\n\"Yes, James, I shall maintain them.\"\n\nMeanwhile Arthur, deeply flushed, stood running his hand through his fair hair as though in bewilderment.\n\n\"I sha'n't take it, mother! I give you full warning. Whenever it comes to me I shall hand it back to Corry.\"\n\n\"It won't come to you, except as a life interest. The estates will be in trust,\" said Lady Coryston.\n\nCoryston gave a loud, sudden laugh, and stood looking at his mother from a little distance.\n\n\"How long have you been concocting this, mother? I suppose my last speeches have contributed?\""}, {"quote": "\"I sha'n't take it, mother! I give you full warning. Whenever it comes to me I shall hand it back to Corry.\"", "context": "Lady Coryston made no reply. She sat quietly staring into Arthur's face, her hands, on which the rings sparkled, lightly clasped over the paper which lay upon her knee. James's expression was one of distress. Marcia sat dumfoundered.\n\nJames approached his mother.\n\n\"I think, mother, you will hardly maintain these provisions.\"\n\nShe turned toward him.\n\n\"Yes, James, I shall maintain them.\"\n\nMeanwhile Arthur, deeply flushed, stood running his hand through his fair hair as though in bewilderment.\n\n\"I sha'n't take it, mother! I give you full warning. Whenever it comes to me I shall hand it back to Corry.\"\n\n\"It won't come to you, except as a life interest. The estates will be in trust,\" said Lady Coryston.\n\nCoryston gave a loud, sudden laugh, and stood looking at his mother from a little distance.\n\n\"How long have you been concocting this, mother? I suppose my last speeches have contributed?\"\n\n\"They have made me finally certain that your father could never have intrusted you with the estates.\"\n\n\"How do you know? He meant me to have the property if I survived you. The letter which he left for me said as much.\""}, {"quote": "\"It won't come to you, except as a life interest. The estates will be in trust,", "context": "Lady Coryston made no reply. She sat quietly staring into Arthur's face, her hands, on which the rings sparkled, lightly clasped over the paper which lay upon her knee. James's expression was one of distress. Marcia sat dumfoundered.\n\nJames approached his mother.\n\n\"I think, mother, you will hardly maintain these provisions.\"\n\nShe turned toward him.\n\n\"Yes, James, I shall maintain them.\"\n\nMeanwhile Arthur, deeply flushed, stood running his hand through his fair hair as though in bewilderment.\n\n\"I sha'n't take it, mother! I give you full warning. Whenever it comes to me I shall hand it back to Corry.\"\n\n\"It won't come to you, except as a life interest. The estates will be in trust,\" said Lady Coryston.\n\nCoryston gave a loud, sudden laugh, and stood looking at his mother from a little distance.\n\n\"How long have you been concocting this, mother? I suppose my last speeches have contributed?\"\n\n\"They have made me finally certain that your father could never have intrusted you with the estates.\"\n\n\"How do you know? He meant me to have the property if I survived you. The letter which he left for me said as much.\"\n\n\"He gave me absolute discretion,\" said Lady Coryston, firmly."}, {"quote": "\"How long have you been concocting this, mother? I suppose my last speeches have contributed?\"", "context": "\"Yes, James, I shall maintain them.\"\n\nMeanwhile Arthur, deeply flushed, stood running his hand through his fair hair as though in bewilderment.\n\n\"I sha'n't take it, mother! I give you full warning. Whenever it comes to me I shall hand it back to Corry.\"\n\n\"It won't come to you, except as a life interest. The estates will be in trust,\" said Lady Coryston.\n\nCoryston gave a loud, sudden laugh, and stood looking at his mother from a little distance.\n\n\"How long have you been concocting this, mother? I suppose my last speeches have contributed?\"\n\n\"They have made me finally certain that your father could never have intrusted you with the estates.\"\n\n\"How do you know? He meant me to have the property if I survived you. The letter which he left for me said as much.\"\n\n\"He gave me absolute discretion,\" said Lady Coryston, firmly.\n\n\"At least you have taken it!\" said Coryston, with emphasis. \"Now let's see how things stand.\"\n\nHe paused, a thin, wiry figure, under the electric light, checking off the items on his fingers."}, {"quote": "\"They have made me finally certain that your father could never have intrusted you with the estates.\"", "context": "Meanwhile Arthur, deeply flushed, stood running his hand through his fair hair as though in bewilderment.\n\n\"I sha'n't take it, mother! I give you full warning. Whenever it comes to me I shall hand it back to Corry.\"\n\n\"It won't come to you, except as a life interest. The estates will be in trust,\" said Lady Coryston.\n\nCoryston gave a loud, sudden laugh, and stood looking at his mother from a little distance.\n\n\"How long have you been concocting this, mother? I suppose my last speeches have contributed?\"\n\n\"They have made me finally certain that your father could never have intrusted you with the estates.\"\n\n\"How do you know? He meant me to have the property if I survived you. The letter which he left for me said as much.\"\n\n\"He gave me absolute discretion,\" said Lady Coryston, firmly.\n\n\"At least you have taken it!\" said Coryston, with emphasis. \"Now let's see how things stand.\"\n\nHe paused, a thin, wiry figure, under the electric light, checking off the items on his fingers. \"On the ground of my political opinion -- you cut me out of the succession. Arthur is to have the estates. And you propose to buy me off by an immediate gift of seven thousand a year in addition to my present fortune -- the whole income from the land and the tin-mines being, I understand, about ten times that; and you intend to sell certain outlying properties in order to do this. That's your proposal. Well, now, here's mine. I won't take your seven thousand a year! I will have all -- all, that is, which would have normally come to me -- or nothing!\""}, {"quote": "\"How do you know? He meant me to have the property if I survived you. The letter which he left for me said as much.\"", "context": "\"I sha'n't take it, mother! I give you full warning. Whenever it comes to me I shall hand it back to Corry.\"\n\n\"It won't come to you, except as a life interest. The estates will be in trust,\" said Lady Coryston.\n\nCoryston gave a loud, sudden laugh, and stood looking at his mother from a little distance.\n\n\"How long have you been concocting this, mother? I suppose my last speeches have contributed?\"\n\n\"They have made me finally certain that your father could never have intrusted you with the estates.\"\n\n\"How do you know? He meant me to have the property if I survived you. The letter which he left for me said as much.\"\n\n\"He gave me absolute discretion,\" said Lady Coryston, firmly.\n\n\"At least you have taken it!\" said Coryston, with emphasis. \"Now let's see how things stand.\"\n\nHe paused, a thin, wiry figure, under the electric light, checking off the items on his fingers. \"On the ground of my political opinion -- you cut me out of the succession. Arthur is to have the estates. And you propose to buy me off by an immediate gift of seven thousand a year in addition to my present fortune -- the whole income from the land and the tin-mines being, I understand, about ten times that; and you intend to sell certain outlying properties in order to do this. That's your proposal. Well, now, here's mine. I won't take your seven thousand a year! I will have all -- all, that is, which would have normally come to me -- or nothing!\""}, {"quote": "\"He gave me absolute discretion,", "context": "\"It won't come to you, except as a life interest. The estates will be in trust,\" said Lady Coryston.\n\nCoryston gave a loud, sudden laugh, and stood looking at his mother from a little distance.\n\n\"How long have you been concocting this, mother? I suppose my last speeches have contributed?\"\n\n\"They have made me finally certain that your father could never have intrusted you with the estates.\"\n\n\"How do you know? He meant me to have the property if I survived you. The letter which he left for me said as much.\"\n\n\"He gave me absolute discretion,\" said Lady Coryston, firmly.\n\n\"At least you have taken it!\" said Coryston, with emphasis. \"Now let's see how things stand.\"\n\nHe paused, a thin, wiry figure, under the electric light, checking off the items on his fingers. \"On the ground of my political opinion -- you cut me out of the succession. Arthur is to have the estates. And you propose to buy me off by an immediate gift of seven thousand a year in addition to my present fortune -- the whole income from the land and the tin-mines being, I understand, about ten times that; and you intend to sell certain outlying properties in order to do this. That's your proposal. Well, now, here's mine. I won't take your seven thousand a year! I will have all -- all, that is, which would have normally come to me -- or nothing!\""}, {"quote": "\"At least you have taken it!", "context": "Coryston gave a loud, sudden laugh, and stood looking at his mother from a little distance.\n\n\"How long have you been concocting this, mother? I suppose my last speeches have contributed?\"\n\n\"They have made me finally certain that your father could never have intrusted you with the estates.\"\n\n\"How do you know? He meant me to have the property if I survived you. The letter which he left for me said as much.\"\n\n\"He gave me absolute discretion,\" said Lady Coryston, firmly.\n\n\"At least you have taken it!\" said Coryston, with emphasis. \"Now let's see how things stand.\"\n\nHe paused, a thin, wiry figure, under the electric light, checking off the items on his fingers. \"On the ground of my political opinion -- you cut me out of the succession. Arthur is to have the estates. And you propose to buy me off by an immediate gift of seven thousand a year in addition to my present fortune -- the whole income from the land and the tin-mines being, I understand, about ten times that; and you intend to sell certain outlying properties in order to do this. That's your proposal. Well, now, here's mine. I won't take your seven thousand a year! I will have all -- all, that is, which would have normally come to me -- or nothing!\""}, {"quote": "\"Now let's see how things stand.\"", "context": "Coryston gave a loud, sudden laugh, and stood looking at his mother from a little distance.\n\n\"How long have you been concocting this, mother? I suppose my last speeches have contributed?\"\n\n\"They have made me finally certain that your father could never have intrusted you with the estates.\"\n\n\"How do you know? He meant me to have the property if I survived you. The letter which he left for me said as much.\"\n\n\"He gave me absolute discretion,\" said Lady Coryston, firmly.\n\n\"At least you have taken it!\" said Coryston, with emphasis. \"Now let's see how things stand.\"\n\nHe paused, a thin, wiry figure, under the electric light, checking off the items on his fingers. \"On the ground of my political opinion -- you cut me out of the succession. Arthur is to have the estates. And you propose to buy me off by an immediate gift of seven thousand a year in addition to my present fortune -- the whole income from the land and the tin-mines being, I understand, about ten times that; and you intend to sell certain outlying properties in order to do this. That's your proposal. Well, now, here's mine. I won't take your seven thousand a year! I will have all -- all, that is, which would have normally come to me -- or nothing!\""}, {"quote": "\"On the ground of my political opinion -- you cut me out of the succession. Arthur is to have the estates. And you propose to buy me off by an immediate gift of seven thousand a year in addition to my present fortune -- the whole income from the land and the tin-mines being, I understand, about ten times that; and you intend to sell certain outlying properties in order to do this. That's your proposal. Well, now, here's mine. I won't take your seven thousand a year! I will have all -- all, that is, which would have normally come to me -- or nothing!\"", "context": "\"They have made me finally certain that your father could never have intrusted you with the estates.\"\n\n\"How do you know? He meant me to have the property if I survived you. The letter which he left for me said as much.\"\n\n\"He gave me absolute discretion,\" said Lady Coryston, firmly.\n\n\"At least you have taken it!\" said Coryston, with emphasis. \"Now let's see how things stand.\"\n\nHe paused, a thin, wiry figure, under the electric light, checking off the items on his fingers. \"On the ground of my political opinion -- you cut me out of the succession. Arthur is to have the estates. And you propose to buy me off by an immediate gift of seven thousand a year in addition to my present fortune -- the whole income from the land and the tin-mines being, I understand, about ten times that; and you intend to sell certain outlying properties in order to do this. That's your proposal. Well, now, here's mine. I won't take your seven thousand a year! I will have all -- all, that is, which would have normally come to me -- or nothing!\"\n\nHe stood gazing intently at his mother's face, his small features sparkling.\n\n\"I will have all -- or nothing!\" he repeated. \"Of course I don't deny it for a moment, if the property had come to me I should have made all sorts of risky experiments with it. I should have cut it up into small holdings. I should have pulled down the house or made it into a county hospital.\"\n\n\"You make it your business to wound, Coryston.\"\n\n\"No, I simply tell you what I should have done. And I should have been absolutely in my right"}, {"quote": "\"I will have all -- or nothing!", "context": "\"On the ground of my political opinion -- you cut me out of the succession. Arthur is to have the estates. And you propose to buy me off by an immediate gift of seven thousand a year in addition to my present fortune -- the whole income from the land and the tin-mines being, I understand, about ten times that; and you intend to sell certain outlying properties in order to do this. That's your proposal. Well, now, here's mine. I won't take your seven thousand a year! I will have all -- all, that is, which would have normally come to me -- or nothing!\"\n\nHe stood gazing intently at his mother's face, his small features sparkling.\n\n\"I will have all -- or nothing!\" he repeated. \"Of course I don't deny it for a moment, if the property had come to me I should have made all sorts of risky experiments with it. I should have cut it up into small holdings. I should have pulled down the house or made it into a county hospital.\"\n\n\"You make it your business to wound, Coryston.\"\n\n\"No, I simply tell you what I should have done. And I should have been absolutely in my right!\" He brought his hand down with passion on the chair beside him."}, {"quote": "\"Of course I don't deny it for a moment, if the property had come to me I should have made all sorts of risky experiments with it. I should have cut it up into small holdings. I should have pulled down the house or made it into a county hospital.\"", "context": "\"On the ground of my political opinion -- you cut me out of the succession. Arthur is to have the estates. And you propose to buy me off by an immediate gift of seven thousand a year in addition to my present fortune -- the whole income from the land and the tin-mines being, I understand, about ten times that; and you intend to sell certain outlying properties in order to do this. That's your proposal. Well, now, here's mine. I won't take your seven thousand a year! I will have all -- all, that is, which would have normally come to me -- or nothing!\"\n\nHe stood gazing intently at his mother's face, his small features sparkling.\n\n\"I will have all -- or nothing!\" he repeated. \"Of course I don't deny it for a moment, if the property had come to me I should have made all sorts of risky experiments with it. I should have cut it up into small holdings. I should have pulled down the house or made it into a county hospital.\"\n\n\"You make it your business to wound, Coryston.\"\n\n\"No, I simply tell you what I should have done. And I should have been absolutely in my right!\" He brought his hand down with passion on the chair beside him. \"My father had his way. In justice I -- the next generation -- ought to have mine. These lands were not yours. You have no moral rights over them whatever. They come from my father, and his father. There is always something to be said for property, so long as each generation is free to make its own experiments upon it. But if property is to be locked in the dead hand, so that the living can't get at it, then it is what the Frenchman called it, theft! -- or worse.... Well, I'm not going to take this quietly, I warn you. I refuse the seven thousand a year! and if I can't possess the property -- well! -- I'm going to a large extent to manage it!\""}, {"quote": "\"You make it your business to wound, Coryston.\"", "context": "\"On the ground of my political opinion -- you cut me out of the succession. Arthur is to have the estates. And you propose to buy me off by an immediate gift of seven thousand a year in addition to my present fortune -- the whole income from the land and the tin-mines being, I understand, about ten times that; and you intend to sell certain outlying properties in order to do this. That's your proposal. Well, now, here's mine. I won't take your seven thousand a year! I will have all -- all, that is, which would have normally come to me -- or nothing!\"\n\nHe stood gazing intently at his mother's face, his small features sparkling.\n\n\"I will have all -- or nothing!\" he repeated. \"Of course I don't deny it for a moment, if the property had come to me I should have made all sorts of risky experiments with it. I should have cut it up into small holdings. I should have pulled down the house or made it into a county hospital.\"\n\n\"You make it your business to wound, Coryston.\"\n\n\"No, I simply tell you what I should have done. And I should have been absolutely in my right!\" He brought his hand down with passion on the chair beside him. \"My father had his way. In justice I -- the next generation -- ought to have mine. These lands were not yours. You have no moral rights over them whatever. They come from my father, and his father. There is always something to be said for property, so long as each generation is free to make its own experiments upon it. But if property is to be locked in the dead hand, so that the living can't get at it, then it is what the Frenchman called it, theft! -- or worse.... Well, I'm not going to take this quietly, I warn you. I refuse the seven thousand a year! and if I can't possess the property -- well! -- I'm going to a large extent to manage it!\""}, {"quote": "\"No, I simply tell you what I should have done. And I should have been absolutely in my right!", "context": "\"On the ground of my political opinion -- you cut me out of the succession. Arthur is to have the estates. And you propose to buy me off by an immediate gift of seven thousand a year in addition to my present fortune -- the whole income from the land and the tin-mines being, I understand, about ten times that; and you intend to sell certain outlying properties in order to do this. That's your proposal. Well, now, here's mine. I won't take your seven thousand a year! I will have all -- all, that is, which would have normally come to me -- or nothing!\"\n\nHe stood gazing intently at his mother's face, his small features sparkling.\n\n\"I will have all -- or nothing!\" he repeated. \"Of course I don't deny it for a moment, if the property had come to me I should have made all sorts of risky experiments with it. I should have cut it up into small holdings. I should have pulled down the house or made it into a county hospital.\"\n\n\"You make it your business to wound, Coryston.\"\n\n\"No, I simply tell you what I should have done. And I should have been absolutely in my right!\" He brought his hand down with passion on the chair beside him. \"My father had his way. In justice I -- the next generation -- ought to have mine. These lands were not yours. You have no moral rights over them whatever. They come from my father, and his father. There is always something to be said for property, so long as each generation is free to make its own experiments upon it. But if property is to be locked in the dead hand, so that the living can't get at it, then it is what the Frenchman called it, theft! -- or worse.... Well, I'm not going to take this quietly, I warn you. I refuse the seven thousand a year! and if I can't possess the property -- well! -- I'm going to a large extent to manage it!\""}, {"quote": "\"My father had his way. In justice I -- the next generation -- ought to have mine. These lands were not yours. You have no moral rights over them whatever. They come from my father, and his father. There is always something to be said for property, so long as each generation is free to make its own experiments upon it. But if property is to be locked in the dead hand, so that the living can't get at it, then it is what the Frenchman called it, theft! -- or worse.... Well, I'm not going to take this quietly, I warn you. I refuse the seven thousand a year! and if I can't possess the property -- well! -- I'm going to a large extent to manage it!\"", "context": "\"Of course I don't deny it for a moment, if the property had come to me I should have made all sorts of risky experiments with it. I should have cut it up into small holdings. I should have pulled down the house or made it into a county hospital.\"\n\n\"You make it your business to wound, Coryston.\"\n\n\"No, I simply tell you what I should have done. And I should have been absolutely in my right!\" He brought his hand down with passion on the chair beside him. \"My father had his way. In justice I -- the next generation -- ought to have mine. These lands were not yours. You have no moral rights over them whatever. They come from my father, and his father. There is always something to be said for property, so long as each generation is free to make its own experiments upon it. But if property is to be locked in the dead hand, so that the living can't get at it, then it is what the Frenchman called it, theft! -- or worse.... Well, I'm not going to take this quietly, I warn you. I refuse the seven thousand a year! and if I can't possess the property -- well! -- I'm going to a large extent to manage it!\"\n\nLady Coryston started.\n\n\"Cony!\" cried Marcia, passionately.\n\n\"I have a responsibility toward my father's property,\" said Coryston, calmly. \"And I intend to settle down upon it, and try and drum a few sound ideas into the minds of our farmers and laborers. Owing to my absurd title I can't stand for our parliamentary division -- but I shall look out for somebody who suits me, and run him. You'll find me a nuisance, mother, I'm afraid. But you've done your best for your principles. Don't quarrel with me if I do the best for mine. Of course I know it's hard for you. You would always have liked to manage me. But I never could be managed -- least of all by a woman.\""}, {"quote": "\"I have a responsibility toward my father's property,", "context": "\"My father had his way. In justice I -- the next generation -- ought to have mine. These lands were not yours. You have no moral rights over them whatever. They come from my father, and his father. There is always something to be said for property, so long as each generation is free to make its own experiments upon it. But if property is to be locked in the dead hand, so that the living can't get at it, then it is what the Frenchman called it, theft! -- or worse.... Well, I'm not going to take this quietly, I warn you. I refuse the seven thousand a year! and if I can't possess the property -- well! -- I'm going to a large extent to manage it!\"\n\nLady Coryston started.\n\n\"Cony!\" cried Marcia, passionately.\n\n\"I have a responsibility toward my father's property,\" said Coryston, calmly. \"And I intend to settle down upon it, and try and drum a few sound ideas into the minds of our farmers and laborers. Owing to my absurd title I can't stand for our parliamentary division -- but I shall look out for somebody who suits me, and run him. You'll find me a nuisance, mother, I'm afraid. But you've done your best for your principles. Don't quarrel with me if I do the best for mine. Of course I know it's hard for you. You would always have liked to manage me. But I never could be managed -- least of all by a woman.\""}, {"quote": "\"And I intend to settle down upon it, and try and drum a few sound ideas into the minds of our farmers and laborers. Owing to my absurd title I can't stand for our parliamentary division -- but I shall look out for somebody who suits me, and run him. You'll find me a nuisance, mother, I'm afraid. But you've done your best for your principles. Don't quarrel with me if I do the best for mine. Of course I know it's hard for you. You would always have liked to manage me. But I never could be managed -- least of all by a woman.\"", "context": "\"My father had his way. In justice I -- the next generation -- ought to have mine. These lands were not yours. You have no moral rights over them whatever. They come from my father, and his father. There is always something to be said for property, so long as each generation is free to make its own experiments upon it. But if property is to be locked in the dead hand, so that the living can't get at it, then it is what the Frenchman called it, theft! -- or worse.... Well, I'm not going to take this quietly, I warn you. I refuse the seven thousand a year! and if I can't possess the property -- well! -- I'm going to a large extent to manage it!\"\n\nLady Coryston started.\n\n\"Cony!\" cried Marcia, passionately.\n\n\"I have a responsibility toward my father's property,\" said Coryston, calmly. \"And I intend to settle down upon it, and try and drum a few sound ideas into the minds of our farmers and laborers. Owing to my absurd title I can't stand for our parliamentary division -- but I shall look out for somebody who suits me, and run him. You'll find me a nuisance, mother, I'm afraid. But you've done your best for your principles. Don't quarrel with me if I do the best for mine. Of course I know it's hard for you. You would always have liked to manage me. But I never could be managed -- least of all by a woman.\"\n\nLady Coryston rose from her seat.\n\n\"James! -- Arthur! -- \" The voice had regained all its strength. \"You will understand, I think, that it is better for me to leave you. I do not wish that either Coryston or I should say things we should afterward find it hard to forgive. I had a public duty to do. I have performed it. Try and understand me. Good night.\"\n\n\"You will let me come and see you to-morrow?\" said James, anxiously."}, {"quote": "\"You will understand, I think, that it is better for me to leave you. I do not wish that either Coryston or I should say things we should afterward find it hard to forgive. I had a public duty to do. I have performed it. Try and understand me. Good night.\"", "context": "\"And I intend to settle down upon it, and try and drum a few sound ideas into the minds of our farmers and laborers. Owing to my absurd title I can't stand for our parliamentary division -- but I shall look out for somebody who suits me, and run him. You'll find me a nuisance, mother, I'm afraid. But you've done your best for your principles. Don't quarrel with me if I do the best for mine. Of course I know it's hard for you. You would always have liked to manage me. But I never could be managed -- least of all by a woman.\"\n\nLady Coryston rose from her seat.\n\n\"James! -- Arthur! -- \" The voice had regained all its strength. \"You will understand, I think, that it is better for me to leave you. I do not wish that either Coryston or I should say things we should afterward find it hard to forgive. I had a public duty to do. I have performed it. Try and understand me. Good night.\"\n\n\"You will let me come and see you to-morrow?\" said James, anxiously.\n\nShe made no reply. Then James and Arthur kissed her, Marcia threw an arm round her and went with her, the girl's troubled, indignant eyes holding Coryston at bay the while.\n\nAs Lady Coryston approached the door her eldest son made a sudden rush and opened it for her.\n\n\"Good night, mother. We'll play a great game, you and I -- but we'll play fair.\""}, {"quote": "\"You will let me come and see you to-morrow?", "context": "\"And I intend to settle down upon it, and try and drum a few sound ideas into the minds of our farmers and laborers. Owing to my absurd title I can't stand for our parliamentary division -- but I shall look out for somebody who suits me, and run him. You'll find me a nuisance, mother, I'm afraid. But you've done your best for your principles. Don't quarrel with me if I do the best for mine. Of course I know it's hard for you. You would always have liked to manage me. But I never could be managed -- least of all by a woman.\"\n\nLady Coryston rose from her seat.\n\n\"James! -- Arthur! -- \" The voice had regained all its strength. \"You will understand, I think, that it is better for me to leave you. I do not wish that either Coryston or I should say things we should afterward find it hard to forgive. I had a public duty to do. I have performed it. Try and understand me. Good night.\"\n\n\"You will let me come and see you to-morrow?\" said James, anxiously.\n\nShe made no reply. Then James and Arthur kissed her, Marcia threw an arm round her and went with her, the girl's troubled, indignant eyes holding Coryston at bay the while.\n\nAs Lady Coryston approached the door her eldest son made a sudden rush and opened it for her.\n\n\"Good night, mother. We'll play a great game, you and I -- but we'll play fair.\"\n\nLady Coryston swept past him without a word. The door closed on her and Marcia. Then Coryston turned, laughing, to his brother Arthur, and punched him in the ribs."}, {"quote": "\"Good night, mother. We'll play a great game, you and I -- but we'll play fair.\"", "context": "\"You will understand, I think, that it is better for me to leave you. I do not wish that either Coryston or I should say things we should afterward find it hard to forgive. I had a public duty to do. I have performed it. Try and understand me. Good night.\"\n\n\"You will let me come and see you to-morrow?\" said James, anxiously.\n\nShe made no reply. Then James and Arthur kissed her, Marcia threw an arm round her and went with her, the girl's troubled, indignant eyes holding Coryston at bay the while.\n\nAs Lady Coryston approached the door her eldest son made a sudden rush and opened it for her.\n\n\"Good night, mother. We'll play a great game, you and I -- but we'll play fair.\"\n\nLady Coryston swept past him without a word. The door closed on her and Marcia. Then Coryston turned, laughing, to his brother Arthur, and punched him in the ribs.\n\n\"I say, Arthur, old boy, you talked a jolly lot of nonsense this afternoon! I slipped into the Gallery a little to hear you.\"\n\nArthur grew red.\n\n\"Of course it was nonsense to you!\"\n\n\"What did Miss Glenwilliam say to you?\"\n\n\"Nothing that matters to you, Corry.\""}, {"quote": "\"I say, Arthur, old boy, you talked a jolly lot of nonsense this afternoon! I slipped into the Gallery a little to hear you.\"", "context": "She made no reply. Then James and Arthur kissed her, Marcia threw an arm round her and went with her, the girl's troubled, indignant eyes holding Coryston at bay the while.\n\nAs Lady Coryston approached the door her eldest son made a sudden rush and opened it for her.\n\n\"Good night, mother. We'll play a great game, you and I -- but we'll play fair.\"\n\nLady Coryston swept past him without a word. The door closed on her and Marcia. Then Coryston turned, laughing, to his brother Arthur, and punched him in the ribs.\n\n\"I say, Arthur, old boy, you talked a jolly lot of nonsense this afternoon! I slipped into the Gallery a little to hear you.\"\n\nArthur grew red.\n\n\"Of course it was nonsense to you!\"\n\n\"What did Miss Glenwilliam say to you?\"\n\n\"Nothing that matters to you, Corry.\"\n\n\"Arthur, my son, you'll be in trouble, too, before you know where you are!\"\n\n\"Do hold your tongue, Corry!\"\n\n\"Why should I? I back you strongly. But you'll have to stick to her. Mother will fight you for all she's worth.\"\n\n\"I'm no more to be managed than you, if it comes to that.\""}, {"quote": "\"Of course it was nonsense to you!\"", "context": "As Lady Coryston approached the door her eldest son made a sudden rush and opened it for her.\n\n\"Good night, mother. We'll play a great game, you and I -- but we'll play fair.\"\n\nLady Coryston swept past him without a word. The door closed on her and Marcia. Then Coryston turned, laughing, to his brother Arthur, and punched him in the ribs.\n\n\"I say, Arthur, old boy, you talked a jolly lot of nonsense this afternoon! I slipped into the Gallery a little to hear you.\"\n\nArthur grew red.\n\n\"Of course it was nonsense to you!\"\n\n\"What did Miss Glenwilliam say to you?\"\n\n\"Nothing that matters to you, Corry.\"\n\n\"Arthur, my son, you'll be in trouble, too, before you know where you are!\"\n\n\"Do hold your tongue, Corry!\"\n\n\"Why should I? I back you strongly. But you'll have to stick to her. Mother will fight you for all she's worth.\"\n\n\"I'm no more to be managed than you, if it comes to that.\"\n\n\"Aren't you? You're the darling, at present. I don't grudge you the estates, Arthur.\""}, {"quote": "\"What did Miss Glenwilliam say to you?\"", "context": "\"Good night, mother. We'll play a great game, you and I -- but we'll play fair.\"\n\nLady Coryston swept past him without a word. The door closed on her and Marcia. Then Coryston turned, laughing, to his brother Arthur, and punched him in the ribs.\n\n\"I say, Arthur, old boy, you talked a jolly lot of nonsense this afternoon! I slipped into the Gallery a little to hear you.\"\n\nArthur grew red.\n\n\"Of course it was nonsense to you!\"\n\n\"What did Miss Glenwilliam say to you?\"\n\n\"Nothing that matters to you, Corry.\"\n\n\"Arthur, my son, you'll be in trouble, too, before you know where you are!\"\n\n\"Do hold your tongue, Corry!\"\n\n\"Why should I? I back you strongly. But you'll have to stick to her. Mother will fight you for all she's worth.\"\n\n\"I'm no more to be managed than you, if it comes to that.\"\n\n\"Aren't you? You're the darling, at present. I don't grudge you the estates, Arthur.\""}, {"quote": "\"Nothing that matters to you, Corry.\"", "context": "\"Good night, mother. We'll play a great game, you and I -- but we'll play fair.\"\n\nLady Coryston swept past him without a word. The door closed on her and Marcia. Then Coryston turned, laughing, to his brother Arthur, and punched him in the ribs.\n\n\"I say, Arthur, old boy, you talked a jolly lot of nonsense this afternoon! I slipped into the Gallery a little to hear you.\"\n\nArthur grew red.\n\n\"Of course it was nonsense to you!\"\n\n\"What did Miss Glenwilliam say to you?\"\n\n\"Nothing that matters to you, Corry.\"\n\n\"Arthur, my son, you'll be in trouble, too, before you know where you are!\"\n\n\"Do hold your tongue, Corry!\"\n\n\"Why should I? I back you strongly. But you'll have to stick to her. Mother will fight you for all she's worth.\"\n\n\"I'm no more to be managed than you, if it comes to that.\"\n\n\"Aren't you? You're the darling, at present. I don't grudge you the estates, Arthur.\"\n\n\"I never lifted a finger to get them"}, {"quote": "\"Arthur, my son, you'll be in trouble, too, before you know where you are!\"", "context": "Lady Coryston swept past him without a word. The door closed on her and Marcia. Then Coryston turned, laughing, to his brother Arthur, and punched him in the ribs.\n\n\"I say, Arthur, old boy, you talked a jolly lot of nonsense this afternoon! I slipped into the Gallery a little to hear you.\"\n\nArthur grew red.\n\n\"Of course it was nonsense to you!\"\n\n\"What did Miss Glenwilliam say to you?\"\n\n\"Nothing that matters to you, Corry.\"\n\n\"Arthur, my son, you'll be in trouble, too, before you know where you are!\"\n\n\"Do hold your tongue, Corry!\"\n\n\"Why should I? I back you strongly. But you'll have to stick to her. Mother will fight you for all she's worth.\"\n\n\"I'm no more to be managed than you, if it comes to that.\"\n\n\"Aren't you? You're the darling, at present. I don't grudge you the estates, Arthur.\"\n\n\"I never lifted a finger to get them,\" said Arthur, moodily. \"And I shall find a way of getting out of them -- the greater part of them, anyway. All the same, Corry, if I do -- you'll have to give guarantees.\""}, {"quote": "\"Do hold your tongue, Corry!\"", "context": "Lady Coryston swept past him without a word. The door closed on her and Marcia. Then Coryston turned, laughing, to his brother Arthur, and punched him in the ribs.\n\n\"I say, Arthur, old boy, you talked a jolly lot of nonsense this afternoon! I slipped into the Gallery a little to hear you.\"\n\nArthur grew red.\n\n\"Of course it was nonsense to you!\"\n\n\"What did Miss Glenwilliam say to you?\"\n\n\"Nothing that matters to you, Corry.\"\n\n\"Arthur, my son, you'll be in trouble, too, before you know where you are!\"\n\n\"Do hold your tongue, Corry!\"\n\n\"Why should I? I back you strongly. But you'll have to stick to her. Mother will fight you for all she's worth.\"\n\n\"I'm no more to be managed than you, if it comes to that.\"\n\n\"Aren't you? You're the darling, at present. I don't grudge you the estates, Arthur.\"\n\n\"I never lifted a finger to get them,\" said Arthur, moodily. \"And I shall find a way of getting out of them -- the greater part of them, anyway. All the same, Corry, if I do -- you'll have to give guarantees.\""}, {"quote": "\"Why should I? I back you strongly. But you'll have to stick to her. Mother will fight you for all she's worth.\"", "context": "Lady Coryston swept past him without a word. The door closed on her and Marcia. Then Coryston turned, laughing, to his brother Arthur, and punched him in the ribs.\n\n\"I say, Arthur, old boy, you talked a jolly lot of nonsense this afternoon! I slipped into the Gallery a little to hear you.\"\n\nArthur grew red.\n\n\"Of course it was nonsense to you!\"\n\n\"What did Miss Glenwilliam say to you?\"\n\n\"Nothing that matters to you, Corry.\"\n\n\"Arthur, my son, you'll be in trouble, too, before you know where you are!\"\n\n\"Do hold your tongue, Corry!\"\n\n\"Why should I? I back you strongly. But you'll have to stick to her. Mother will fight you for all she's worth.\"\n\n\"I'm no more to be managed than you, if it comes to that.\"\n\n\"Aren't you? You're the darling, at present. I don't grudge you the estates, Arthur.\"\n\n\"I never lifted a finger to get them,\" said Arthur, moodily. \"And I shall find a way of getting out of them -- the greater part of them, anyway. All the same, Corry, if I do -- you'll have to give guarantees.\"\n\n\"Don't you wish you may get them! Well no"}, {"quote": "\"I'm no more to be managed than you, if it comes to that.\"", "context": "\"I say, Arthur, old boy, you talked a jolly lot of nonsense this afternoon! I slipped into the Gallery a little to hear you.\"\n\nArthur grew red.\n\n\"Of course it was nonsense to you!\"\n\n\"What did Miss Glenwilliam say to you?\"\n\n\"Nothing that matters to you, Corry.\"\n\n\"Arthur, my son, you'll be in trouble, too, before you know where you are!\"\n\n\"Do hold your tongue, Corry!\"\n\n\"Why should I? I back you strongly. But you'll have to stick to her. Mother will fight you for all she's worth.\"\n\n\"I'm no more to be managed than you, if it comes to that.\"\n\n\"Aren't you? You're the darling, at present. I don't grudge you the estates, Arthur.\"\n\n\"I never lifted a finger to get them,\" said Arthur, moodily. \"And I shall find a way of getting out of them -- the greater part of them, anyway. All the same, Corry, if I do -- you'll have to give guarantees.\"\n\n\"Don't you wish you may get them! Well now\" -- Coryston gave a great stretch -- \"can't we have a drink? You're the master here, Arthur. Just order it. James, did you open your mouth while mother was here? I don't remember. You looked unutterable things. But nobody could be as wise as you look. I tell you, though you are a philosopher and a man of peace, you'll have to take sides in this family row, whether you like it or not. Ah! Here's the whisky. Give us a cigar. Now then, we'll sit on this precious paper!\""}, {"quote": "\"Aren't you? You're the darling, at present. I don't grudge you the estates, Arthur.\"", "context": "\"Of course it was nonsense to you!\"\n\n\"What did Miss Glenwilliam say to you?\"\n\n\"Nothing that matters to you, Corry.\"\n\n\"Arthur, my son, you'll be in trouble, too, before you know where you are!\"\n\n\"Do hold your tongue, Corry!\"\n\n\"Why should I? I back you strongly. But you'll have to stick to her. Mother will fight you for all she's worth.\"\n\n\"I'm no more to be managed than you, if it comes to that.\"\n\n\"Aren't you? You're the darling, at present. I don't grudge you the estates, Arthur.\"\n\n\"I never lifted a finger to get them,\" said Arthur, moodily. \"And I shall find a way of getting out of them -- the greater part of them, anyway. All the same, Corry, if I do -- you'll have to give guarantees.\"\n\n\"Don't you wish you may get them! Well now\" -- Coryston gave a great stretch -- \"can't we have a drink? You're the master here, Arthur. Just order it. James, did you open your mouth while mother was here? I don't remember. You looked unutterable things. But nobody could be as wise as you look. I tell you, though you are a philosopher and a man of peace, you'll have to take sides in this family row, whether you like it or not. Ah! Here's the whisky. Give us a cigar. Now then, we'll sit on this precious paper!\""}, {"quote": "\"I never lifted a finger to get them,", "context": "\"Nothing that matters to you, Corry.\"\n\n\"Arthur, my son, you'll be in trouble, too, before you know where you are!\"\n\n\"Do hold your tongue, Corry!\"\n\n\"Why should I? I back you strongly. But you'll have to stick to her. Mother will fight you for all she's worth.\"\n\n\"I'm no more to be managed than you, if it comes to that.\"\n\n\"Aren't you? You're the darling, at present. I don't grudge you the estates, Arthur.\"\n\n\"I never lifted a finger to get them,\" said Arthur, moodily. \"And I shall find a way of getting out of them -- the greater part of them, anyway. All the same, Corry, if I do -- you'll have to give guarantees.\"\n\n\"Don't you wish you may get them! Well now\" -- Coryston gave a great stretch -- \"can't we have a drink? You're the master here, Arthur. Just order it. James, did you open your mouth while mother was here? I don't remember. You looked unutterable things. But nobody could be as wise as you look. I tell you, though you are a philosopher and a man of peace, you'll have to take sides in this family row, whether you like it or not. Ah! Here's the whisky. Give us a cigar. Now then, we'll sit on this precious paper!\""}, {"quote": "\"And I shall find a way of getting out of them -- the greater part of them, anyway. All the same, Corry, if I do -- you'll have to give guarantees.\"", "context": "\"Arthur, my son, you'll be in trouble, too, before you know where you are!\"\n\n\"Do hold your tongue, Corry!\"\n\n\"Why should I? I back you strongly. But you'll have to stick to her. Mother will fight you for all she's worth.\"\n\n\"I'm no more to be managed than you, if it comes to that.\"\n\n\"Aren't you? You're the darling, at present. I don't grudge you the estates, Arthur.\"\n\n\"I never lifted a finger to get them,\" said Arthur, moodily. \"And I shall find a way of getting out of them -- the greater part of them, anyway. All the same, Corry, if I do -- you'll have to give guarantees.\"\n\n\"Don't you wish you may get them! Well now\" -- Coryston gave a great stretch -- \"can't we have a drink? You're the master here, Arthur. Just order it. James, did you open your mouth while mother was here? I don't remember. You looked unutterable things. But nobody could be as wise as you look. I tell you, though you are a philosopher and a man of peace, you'll have to take sides in this family row, whether you like it or not. Ah! Here's the whisky. Give us a cigar. Now then, we'll sit on this precious paper!\""}, {"quote": "\"Don't you wish you may get them! Well now", "context": "\"Why should I? I back you strongly. But you'll have to stick to her. Mother will fight you for all she's worth.\"\n\n\"I'm no more to be managed than you, if it comes to that.\"\n\n\"Aren't you? You're the darling, at present. I don't grudge you the estates, Arthur.\"\n\n\"I never lifted a finger to get them,\" said Arthur, moodily. \"And I shall find a way of getting out of them -- the greater part of them, anyway. All the same, Corry, if I do -- you'll have to give guarantees.\"\n\n\"Don't you wish you may get them! Well now\" -- Coryston gave a great stretch -- \"can't we have a drink? You're the master here, Arthur. Just order it. James, did you open your mouth while mother was here? I don't remember. You looked unutterable things. But nobody could be as wise as you look. I tell you, though you are a philosopher and a man of peace, you'll have to take sides in this family row, whether you like it or not. Ah! Here's the whisky. Give us a cigar. Now then, we'll sit on this precious paper!\""}, {"quote": "\"can't we have a drink? You're the master here, Arthur. Just order it. James, did you open your mouth while mother was here? I don't remember. You looked unutterable things. But nobody could be as wise as you look. I tell you, though you are a philosopher and a man of peace, you'll have to take sides in this family row, whether you like it or not. Ah! Here's the whisky. Give us a cigar. Now then, we'll sit on this precious paper!\"", "context": "\"Aren't you? You're the darling, at present. I don't grudge you the estates, Arthur.\"\n\n\"I never lifted a finger to get them,\" said Arthur, moodily. \"And I shall find a way of getting out of them -- the greater part of them, anyway. All the same, Corry, if I do -- you'll have to give guarantees.\"\n\n\"Don't you wish you may get them! Well now\" -- Coryston gave a great stretch -- \"can't we have a drink? You're the master here, Arthur. Just order it. James, did you open your mouth while mother was here? I don't remember. You looked unutterable things. But nobody could be as wise as you look. I tell you, though you are a philosopher and a man of peace, you'll have to take sides in this family row, whether you like it or not. Ah! Here's the whisky. Give us a cigar. Now then, we'll sit on this precious paper!\"\n\nHe took up the roll his mother had left behind her and was soon sipping and puffing in the highest good humor, while he parodied and mocked at the legal phraseology of the document which had just stripped him of seventy thousand a year.\n\nHalf an hour later the brothers had dispersed, Coryston and James to their bachelor quarters, Arthur to the House of Commons. The front door was no sooner shut than a slender figure in white emerged from the shadows of the landing overhead. It was Marcia, carrying a book."}, {"quote": "\"Then Mr. Lester knows,", "context": "Half an hour later the brothers had dispersed, Coryston and James to their bachelor quarters, Arthur to the House of Commons. The front door was no sooner shut than a slender figure in white emerged from the shadows of the landing overhead. It was Marcia, carrying a book.\n\nShe came to the balustrade and looked over into the hall below. Nothing to be heard or seen. Her brothers, she perceived, had not left the house from the drawing-room. They must have adjourned to the library, the large ground-floor room at the back.\n\n\"Then Mr. Lester knows,\" she thought, indignantly. \"Just like Corry!\" And her pride revolted against the notion of her brothers discussing her mother's actions, her mother's decisions, with this stranger in the house. It was quite true that Mr. Lester had been a friend both of Arthur and of Coryston at Oxford, and that Arthur in particular was devoted to him. But that did not excuse the indiscretion, the disloyalty, of bringing him into the family counsels at such a juncture. Should she go down? She was certain she would never get to sleep after these excitements, and she wanted the second volume of Diana of the Crossways. Why not? It was only just eleven. None of the lights had yet been put out. Probably Mr. Lester had gone to bed."}, {"quote": "\"Miss Coryston! I beg your pardon! I was just knocking off work. Can I do anything for you?\"", "context": "\" she thought, indignantly. \"Just like Corry!\" And her pride revolted against the notion of her brothers discussing her mother's actions, her mother's decisions, with this stranger in the house. It was quite true that Mr. Lester had been a friend both of Arthur and of Coryston at Oxford, and that Arthur in particular was devoted to him. But that did not excuse the indiscretion, the disloyalty, of bringing him into the family counsels at such a juncture. Should she go down? She was certain she would never get to sleep after these excitements, and she wanted the second volume of Diana of the Crossways. Why not? It was only just eleven. None of the lights had yet been put out. Probably Mr. Lester had gone to bed.\n\nShe ran down lightly, and along the passage leading to the library. As she opened the door, what had been light just before became suddenly darkness, and she heard some one moving about.\n\n\"Who is that?\" said a voice. \"Wait a moment.\"\n\nA little fumbling; and then a powerful reading-lamp, standing on a desk heaped with books midway down the large room, was relit. The light flashed toward the figure at the door.\n\n\"Miss Coryston! I beg your pardon! I was just knocking off work. Can I do anything for you?\"\n\nThe young librarian came toward her. In the illumination from the passage behind her she saw his dark Cornish face, its red-brown color, broad brow, and blue eyes.\n\n\"I came for a book,\" said Marcia, rather hurriedly, as she entered. \"I know where to find it. Please don't trouble.\" She went to the shelves, found her volume, and turned abruptly. The temptation which possessed her proved too strong.\n\n\"I suppose my brothers have been here?\"\n\nLester's pleasant face showed a certain embarrassment."}, {"quote": "\"I came for a book,", "context": "A little fumbling; and then a powerful reading-lamp, standing on a desk heaped with books midway down the large room, was relit. The light flashed toward the figure at the door.\n\n\"Miss Coryston! I beg your pardon! I was just knocking off work. Can I do anything for you?\"\n\nThe young librarian came toward her. In the illumination from the passage behind her she saw his dark Cornish face, its red-brown color, broad brow, and blue eyes.\n\n\"I came for a book,\" said Marcia, rather hurriedly, as she entered. \"I know where to find it. Please don't trouble.\" She went to the shelves, found her volume, and turned abruptly. The temptation which possessed her proved too strong.\n\n\"I suppose my brothers have been here?\"\n\nLester's pleasant face showed a certain embarrassment.\n\n\"They have only just gone -- at least, Arthur and Lord Coryston. James went some time ago.\"\n\nMarcia threw her head back defiantly against the latticed bookcase."}, {"quote": "\"I know where to find it. Please don't trouble.", "context": "A little fumbling; and then a powerful reading-lamp, standing on a desk heaped with books midway down the large room, was relit. The light flashed toward the figure at the door.\n\n\"Miss Coryston! I beg your pardon! I was just knocking off work. Can I do anything for you?\"\n\nThe young librarian came toward her. In the illumination from the passage behind her she saw his dark Cornish face, its red-brown color, broad brow, and blue eyes.\n\n\"I came for a book,\" said Marcia, rather hurriedly, as she entered. \"I know where to find it. Please don't trouble.\" She went to the shelves, found her volume, and turned abruptly. The temptation which possessed her proved too strong.\n\n\"I suppose my brothers have been here?\"\n\nLester's pleasant face showed a certain embarrassment.\n\n\"They have only just gone -- at least, Arthur and Lord Coryston. James went some time ago.\"\n\nMarcia threw her head back defiantly against the latticed bookcase.\n\n\"I suppose Corry has been attacking my mother?\"\n\nLester hesitated; then spoke with grave sincerity:"}, {"quote": "\"I suppose my brothers have been here?\"", "context": "\"Miss Coryston! I beg your pardon! I was just knocking off work. Can I do anything for you?\"\n\nThe young librarian came toward her. In the illumination from the passage behind her she saw his dark Cornish face, its red-brown color, broad brow, and blue eyes.\n\n\"I came for a book,\" said Marcia, rather hurriedly, as she entered. \"I know where to find it. Please don't trouble.\" She went to the shelves, found her volume, and turned abruptly. The temptation which possessed her proved too strong.\n\n\"I suppose my brothers have been here?\"\n\nLester's pleasant face showed a certain embarrassment.\n\n\"They have only just gone -- at least, Arthur and Lord Coryston. James went some time ago.\"\n\nMarcia threw her head back defiantly against the latticed bookcase.\n\n\"I suppose Corry has been attacking my mother?\"\n\nLester hesitated; then spoke with grave sincerity: \"I assure you, he did nothing of the kind. I should not have let him.\" He smiled.\n\n\"But they've told you -- he and Arthur -- they've told you what's happened?\""}, {"quote": "\"They have only just gone -- at least, Arthur and Lord Coryston. James went some time ago.\"", "context": "The young librarian came toward her. In the illumination from the passage behind her she saw his dark Cornish face, its red-brown color, broad brow, and blue eyes.\n\n\"I came for a book,\" said Marcia, rather hurriedly, as she entered. \"I know where to find it. Please don't trouble.\" She went to the shelves, found her volume, and turned abruptly. The temptation which possessed her proved too strong.\n\n\"I suppose my brothers have been here?\"\n\nLester's pleasant face showed a certain embarrassment.\n\n\"They have only just gone -- at least, Arthur and Lord Coryston. James went some time ago.\"\n\nMarcia threw her head back defiantly against the latticed bookcase.\n\n\"I suppose Corry has been attacking my mother?\"\n\nLester hesitated; then spoke with grave sincerity: \"I assure you, he did nothing of the kind. I should not have let him.\" He smiled.\n\n\"But they've told you -- he and Arthur -- they've told you what's happened?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" he said, reluctantly. \"I tried to stop them.\"\n\n\"As if anything could stop Corry!\" cried Marcia --"}, {"quote": "\"I suppose Corry has been attacking my mother?\"", "context": "\" said Marcia, rather hurriedly, as she entered. \"I know where to find it. Please don't trouble.\" She went to the shelves, found her volume, and turned abruptly. The temptation which possessed her proved too strong.\n\n\"I suppose my brothers have been here?\"\n\nLester's pleasant face showed a certain embarrassment.\n\n\"They have only just gone -- at least, Arthur and Lord Coryston. James went some time ago.\"\n\nMarcia threw her head back defiantly against the latticed bookcase.\n\n\"I suppose Corry has been attacking my mother?\"\n\nLester hesitated; then spoke with grave sincerity: \"I assure you, he did nothing of the kind. I should not have let him.\" He smiled.\n\n\"But they've told you -- he and Arthur -- they've told you what's happened?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" he said, reluctantly. \"I tried to stop them.\"\n\n\"As if anything could stop Corry!\" cried Marcia -- \"when he wants to do something he knows he oughtn't to do. And he's told you his precious plan? -- of coming to settle down at Coryston -- in our very pockets -- in order to make mother's life a burden to her?\""}, {"quote": "\"I assure you, he did nothing of the kind. I should not have let him.", "context": "\" She went to the shelves, found her volume, and turned abruptly. The temptation which possessed her proved too strong.\n\n\"I suppose my brothers have been here?\"\n\nLester's pleasant face showed a certain embarrassment.\n\n\"They have only just gone -- at least, Arthur and Lord Coryston. James went some time ago.\"\n\nMarcia threw her head back defiantly against the latticed bookcase.\n\n\"I suppose Corry has been attacking my mother?\"\n\nLester hesitated; then spoke with grave sincerity: \"I assure you, he did nothing of the kind. I should not have let him.\" He smiled.\n\n\"But they've told you -- he and Arthur -- they've told you what's happened?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" he said, reluctantly. \"I tried to stop them.\"\n\n\"As if anything could stop Corry!\" cried Marcia -- \"when he wants to do something he knows he oughtn't to do. And he's told you his precious plan? -- of coming to settle down at Coryston -- in our very pockets -- in order to make mother's life a burden to her?\"\n\n\"A perfectly mad whim"}, {"quote": "\"But they've told you -- he and Arthur -- they've told you what's happened?\"", "context": "\" She went to the shelves, found her volume, and turned abruptly. The temptation which possessed her proved too strong.\n\n\"I suppose my brothers have been here?\"\n\nLester's pleasant face showed a certain embarrassment.\n\n\"They have only just gone -- at least, Arthur and Lord Coryston. James went some time ago.\"\n\nMarcia threw her head back defiantly against the latticed bookcase.\n\n\"I suppose Corry has been attacking my mother?\"\n\nLester hesitated; then spoke with grave sincerity: \"I assure you, he did nothing of the kind. I should not have let him.\" He smiled.\n\n\"But they've told you -- he and Arthur -- they've told you what's happened?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" he said, reluctantly. \"I tried to stop them.\"\n\n\"As if anything could stop Corry!\" cried Marcia -- \"when he wants to do something he knows he oughtn't to do. And he's told you his precious plan? -- of coming to settle down at Coryston -- in our very pockets -- in order to make mother's life a burden to her?\"\n\n\"A perfectly mad whim!\" said Lester, smiling again. \"I don't believe he'll do it.\"\n\n\"Oh yes, he will,\" said Marcia;"}, {"quote": "\"I tried to stop them.\"", "context": "\"They have only just gone -- at least, Arthur and Lord Coryston. James went some time ago.\"\n\nMarcia threw her head back defiantly against the latticed bookcase.\n\n\"I suppose Corry has been attacking my mother?\"\n\nLester hesitated; then spoke with grave sincerity: \"I assure you, he did nothing of the kind. I should not have let him.\" He smiled.\n\n\"But they've told you -- he and Arthur -- they've told you what's happened?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" he said, reluctantly. \"I tried to stop them.\"\n\n\"As if anything could stop Corry!\" cried Marcia -- \"when he wants to do something he knows he oughtn't to do. And he's told you his precious plan? -- of coming to settle down at Coryston -- in our very pockets -- in order to make mother's life a burden to her?\"\n\n\"A perfectly mad whim!\" said Lester, smiling again. \"I don't believe he'll do it.\"\n\n\"Oh yes, he will,\" said Marcia; \"he'll do anything that suits his ideas. He calls it following his conscience. Other people's ideas and other people's consciences don't matter a bit.\""}, {"quote": "\"As if anything could stop Corry!", "context": "\"They have only just gone -- at least, Arthur and Lord Coryston. James went some time ago.\"\n\nMarcia threw her head back defiantly against the latticed bookcase.\n\n\"I suppose Corry has been attacking my mother?\"\n\nLester hesitated; then spoke with grave sincerity: \"I assure you, he did nothing of the kind. I should not have let him.\" He smiled.\n\n\"But they've told you -- he and Arthur -- they've told you what's happened?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" he said, reluctantly. \"I tried to stop them.\"\n\n\"As if anything could stop Corry!\" cried Marcia -- \"when he wants to do something he knows he oughtn't to do. And he's told you his precious plan? -- of coming to settle down at Coryston -- in our very pockets -- in order to make mother's life a burden to her?\"\n\n\"A perfectly mad whim!\" said Lester, smiling again. \"I don't believe he'll do it.\"\n\n\"Oh yes, he will,\" said Marcia; \"he'll do anything that suits his ideas. He calls it following his conscience. Other people's ideas and other people's consciences don't matter a bit.\""}, {"quote": "\"when he wants to do something he knows he oughtn't to do. And he's told you his precious plan? -- of coming to settle down at Coryston -- in our very pockets -- in order to make mother's life a burden to her?\"", "context": "Marcia threw her head back defiantly against the latticed bookcase.\n\n\"I suppose Corry has been attacking my mother?\"\n\nLester hesitated; then spoke with grave sincerity: \"I assure you, he did nothing of the kind. I should not have let him.\" He smiled.\n\n\"But they've told you -- he and Arthur -- they've told you what's happened?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" he said, reluctantly. \"I tried to stop them.\"\n\n\"As if anything could stop Corry!\" cried Marcia -- \"when he wants to do something he knows he oughtn't to do. And he's told you his precious plan? -- of coming to settle down at Coryston -- in our very pockets -- in order to make mother's life a burden to her?\"\n\n\"A perfectly mad whim!\" said Lester, smiling again. \"I don't believe he'll do it.\"\n\n\"Oh yes, he will,\" said Marcia; \"he'll do anything that suits his ideas. He calls it following his conscience. Other people's ideas and other people's consciences don't matter a bit.\"\n\nLester made no answer. His eyes were on the ground. She broke out impetuously:\n\n\"You think he's been badly treated?\"\n\n\"I had rather not express an opinion. I have no right to one.\""}, {"quote": "\"A perfectly mad whim!", "context": "\" He smiled.\n\n\"But they've told you -- he and Arthur -- they've told you what's happened?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" he said, reluctantly. \"I tried to stop them.\"\n\n\"As if anything could stop Corry!\" cried Marcia -- \"when he wants to do something he knows he oughtn't to do. And he's told you his precious plan? -- of coming to settle down at Coryston -- in our very pockets -- in order to make mother's life a burden to her?\"\n\n\"A perfectly mad whim!\" said Lester, smiling again. \"I don't believe he'll do it.\"\n\n\"Oh yes, he will,\" said Marcia; \"he'll do anything that suits his ideas. He calls it following his conscience. Other people's ideas and other people's consciences don't matter a bit.\"\n\nLester made no answer. His eyes were on the ground. She broke out impetuously:\n\n\"You think he's been badly treated?\"\n\n\"I had rather not express an opinion. I have no right to one.\""}, {"quote": "\"I don't believe he'll do it.\"", "context": "\"But they've told you -- he and Arthur -- they've told you what's happened?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" he said, reluctantly. \"I tried to stop them.\"\n\n\"As if anything could stop Corry!\" cried Marcia -- \"when he wants to do something he knows he oughtn't to do. And he's told you his precious plan? -- of coming to settle down at Coryston -- in our very pockets -- in order to make mother's life a burden to her?\"\n\n\"A perfectly mad whim!\" said Lester, smiling again. \"I don't believe he'll do it.\"\n\n\"Oh yes, he will,\" said Marcia; \"he'll do anything that suits his ideas. He calls it following his conscience. Other people's ideas and other people's consciences don't matter a bit.\"\n\nLester made no answer. His eyes were on the ground. She broke out impetuously:\n\n\"You think he's been badly treated?\"\n\n\"I had rather not express an opinion. I have no right to one.\"\n\n\"Mayn't women care for politics just as strongly as men"}, {"quote": "\"he'll do anything that suits his ideas. He calls it following his conscience. Other people's ideas and other people's consciences don't matter a bit.\"", "context": "\"I tried to stop them.\"\n\n\"As if anything could stop Corry!\" cried Marcia -- \"when he wants to do something he knows he oughtn't to do. And he's told you his precious plan? -- of coming to settle down at Coryston -- in our very pockets -- in order to make mother's life a burden to her?\"\n\n\"A perfectly mad whim!\" said Lester, smiling again. \"I don't believe he'll do it.\"\n\n\"Oh yes, he will,\" said Marcia; \"he'll do anything that suits his ideas. He calls it following his conscience. Other people's ideas and other people's consciences don't matter a bit.\"\n\nLester made no answer. His eyes were on the ground. She broke out impetuously:\n\n\"You think he's been badly treated?\"\n\n\"I had rather not express an opinion. I have no right to one.\"\n\n\"Mayn't women care for politics just as strongly as men?\" cried the girl, as though arguing the question with herself. \"I think it's splendid my mother should care as she does! Corry ought to respect her for it.\"\n\nLester made a pretense of gathering up some papers on his desk, by way of covering his silence. Marcia observed him, with red cheeks."}, {"quote": "\"You think he's been badly treated?\"", "context": "\"when he wants to do something he knows he oughtn't to do. And he's told you his precious plan? -- of coming to settle down at Coryston -- in our very pockets -- in order to make mother's life a burden to her?\"\n\n\"A perfectly mad whim!\" said Lester, smiling again. \"I don't believe he'll do it.\"\n\n\"Oh yes, he will,\" said Marcia; \"he'll do anything that suits his ideas. He calls it following his conscience. Other people's ideas and other people's consciences don't matter a bit.\"\n\nLester made no answer. His eyes were on the ground. She broke out impetuously:\n\n\"You think he's been badly treated?\"\n\n\"I had rather not express an opinion. I have no right to one.\"\n\n\"Mayn't women care for politics just as strongly as men?\" cried the girl, as though arguing the question with herself. \"I think it's splendid my mother should care as she does! Corry ought to respect her for it.\"\n\nLester made a pretense of gathering up some papers on his desk, by way of covering his silence. Marcia observed him, with red cheeks.\n\n\"But of course you don't, you can't, feel with us, Mr. Lester. You're a Liberal.\""}, {"quote": "\"I had rather not express an opinion. I have no right to one.\"", "context": "\"when he wants to do something he knows he oughtn't to do. And he's told you his precious plan? -- of coming to settle down at Coryston -- in our very pockets -- in order to make mother's life a burden to her?\"\n\n\"A perfectly mad whim!\" said Lester, smiling again. \"I don't believe he'll do it.\"\n\n\"Oh yes, he will,\" said Marcia; \"he'll do anything that suits his ideas. He calls it following his conscience. Other people's ideas and other people's consciences don't matter a bit.\"\n\nLester made no answer. His eyes were on the ground. She broke out impetuously:\n\n\"You think he's been badly treated?\"\n\n\"I had rather not express an opinion. I have no right to one.\"\n\n\"Mayn't women care for politics just as strongly as men?\" cried the girl, as though arguing the question with herself. \"I think it's splendid my mother should care as she does! Corry ought to respect her for it.\"\n\nLester made a pretense of gathering up some papers on his desk, by way of covering his silence. Marcia observed him, with red cheeks.\n\n\"But of course you don't, you can't, feel with us, Mr. Lester. You're a Liberal.\""}, {"quote": "\"Mayn't women care for politics just as strongly as men?", "context": "\" said Lester, smiling again. \"I don't believe he'll do it.\"\n\n\"Oh yes, he will,\" said Marcia; \"he'll do anything that suits his ideas. He calls it following his conscience. Other people's ideas and other people's consciences don't matter a bit.\"\n\nLester made no answer. His eyes were on the ground. She broke out impetuously:\n\n\"You think he's been badly treated?\"\n\n\"I had rather not express an opinion. I have no right to one.\"\n\n\"Mayn't women care for politics just as strongly as men?\" cried the girl, as though arguing the question with herself. \"I think it's splendid my mother should care as she does! Corry ought to respect her for it.\"\n\nLester made a pretense of gathering up some papers on his desk, by way of covering his silence. Marcia observed him, with red cheeks.\n\n\"But of course you don't, you can't, feel with us, Mr. Lester. You're a Liberal.\"\n\n\"No!\" he protested mildly, raising his eyes in surprise."}, {"quote": "\"I think it's splendid my mother should care as she does! Corry ought to respect her for it.\"", "context": "\"he'll do anything that suits his ideas. He calls it following his conscience. Other people's ideas and other people's consciences don't matter a bit.\"\n\nLester made no answer. His eyes were on the ground. She broke out impetuously:\n\n\"You think he's been badly treated?\"\n\n\"I had rather not express an opinion. I have no right to one.\"\n\n\"Mayn't women care for politics just as strongly as men?\" cried the girl, as though arguing the question with herself. \"I think it's splendid my mother should care as she does! Corry ought to respect her for it.\"\n\nLester made a pretense of gathering up some papers on his desk, by way of covering his silence. Marcia observed him, with red cheeks.\n\n\"But of course you don't, you can't, feel with us, Mr. Lester. You're a Liberal.\"\n\n\"No!\" he protested mildly, raising his eyes in surprise. \"I really don't agree with Coryston at all. I don't intend to label myself just yet, but if I'm anything I think I'm a Conservative.\""}, {"quote": "\"But of course you don't, you can't, feel with us, Mr. Lester. You're a Liberal.\"", "context": "\"You think he's been badly treated?\"\n\n\"I had rather not express an opinion. I have no right to one.\"\n\n\"Mayn't women care for politics just as strongly as men?\" cried the girl, as though arguing the question with herself. \"I think it's splendid my mother should care as she does! Corry ought to respect her for it.\"\n\nLester made a pretense of gathering up some papers on his desk, by way of covering his silence. Marcia observed him, with red cheeks.\n\n\"But of course you don't, you can't, feel with us, Mr. Lester. You're a Liberal.\"\n\n\"No!\" he protested mildly, raising his eyes in surprise. \"I really don't agree with Coryston at all. I don't intend to label myself just yet, but if I'm anything I think I'm a Conservative.\"\n\n\"But you think other things matter more than politics?\"\n\n\"Ah yes,\" he said, smiling, \"that I do. Especially -- \" He stopped.\n\n\"Especially -- for women?\" The breaking of Marcia's delightful smile answered his. \"You see, I guessed what you meant to say. What things? I think I know.\""}, {"quote": "\"I really don't agree with Coryston at all. I don't intend to label myself just yet, but if I'm anything I think I'm a Conservative.\"", "context": "\" cried the girl, as though arguing the question with herself. \"I think it's splendid my mother should care as she does! Corry ought to respect her for it.\"\n\nLester made a pretense of gathering up some papers on his desk, by way of covering his silence. Marcia observed him, with red cheeks.\n\n\"But of course you don't, you can't, feel with us, Mr. Lester. You're a Liberal.\"\n\n\"No!\" he protested mildly, raising his eyes in surprise. \"I really don't agree with Coryston at all. I don't intend to label myself just yet, but if I'm anything I think I'm a Conservative.\"\n\n\"But you think other things matter more than politics?\"\n\n\"Ah yes,\" he said, smiling, \"that I do. Especially -- \" He stopped.\n\n\"Especially -- for women?\" The breaking of Marcia's delightful smile answered his. \"You see, I guessed what you meant to say. What things? I think I know.\"\n\n\"Beauty -- poetry -- sympathy. Wouldn't you put those first?\"\n\nHe spoke the words shyly, looking down upon her.\n\nThere was something in the mere sound of them that thrilled, that made a music in the girl's ears. She drew a long breath, and suddenly, as he raised his eyes, he saw her as a white vision, lit up, Rembrandt-like, in the darkness, by the solitary light -- the lines of her young form, the delicate softness of cheek and brow, the eager eyes."}, {"quote": "\"But you think other things matter more than politics?\"", "context": "Lester made a pretense of gathering up some papers on his desk, by way of covering his silence. Marcia observed him, with red cheeks.\n\n\"But of course you don't, you can't, feel with us, Mr. Lester. You're a Liberal.\"\n\n\"No!\" he protested mildly, raising his eyes in surprise. \"I really don't agree with Coryston at all. I don't intend to label myself just yet, but if I'm anything I think I'm a Conservative.\"\n\n\"But you think other things matter more than politics?\"\n\n\"Ah yes,\" he said, smiling, \"that I do. Especially -- \" He stopped.\n\n\"Especially -- for women?\" The breaking of Marcia's delightful smile answered his. \"You see, I guessed what you meant to say. What things? I think I know.\"\n\n\"Beauty -- poetry -- sympathy. Wouldn't you put those first?\"\n\nHe spoke the words shyly, looking down upon her.\n\nThere was something in the mere sound of them that thrilled, that made a music in the girl's ears. She drew a long breath, and suddenly, as he raised his eyes, he saw her as a white vision, lit up, Rembrandt-like, in the darkness, by the solitary light -- the lines of her young form, the delicate softness of cheek and brow, the eager eyes."}, {"quote": "\"Especially -- for women?", "context": "\"But of course you don't, you can't, feel with us, Mr. Lester. You're a Liberal.\"\n\n\"No!\" he protested mildly, raising his eyes in surprise. \"I really don't agree with Coryston at all. I don't intend to label myself just yet, but if I'm anything I think I'm a Conservative.\"\n\n\"But you think other things matter more than politics?\"\n\n\"Ah yes,\" he said, smiling, \"that I do. Especially -- \" He stopped.\n\n\"Especially -- for women?\" The breaking of Marcia's delightful smile answered his. \"You see, I guessed what you meant to say. What things? I think I know.\"\n\n\"Beauty -- poetry -- sympathy. Wouldn't you put those first?\"\n\nHe spoke the words shyly, looking down upon her.\n\nThere was something in the mere sound of them that thrilled, that made a music in the girl's ears. She drew a long breath, and suddenly, as he raised his eyes, he saw her as a white vision, lit up, Rembrandt-like, in the darkness, by the solitary light -- the lines of her young form, the delicate softness of cheek and brow, the eager eyes."}, {"quote": "\"You see, I guessed what you meant to say. What things? I think I know.\"", "context": "\"But of course you don't, you can't, feel with us, Mr. Lester. You're a Liberal.\"\n\n\"No!\" he protested mildly, raising his eyes in surprise. \"I really don't agree with Coryston at all. I don't intend to label myself just yet, but if I'm anything I think I'm a Conservative.\"\n\n\"But you think other things matter more than politics?\"\n\n\"Ah yes,\" he said, smiling, \"that I do. Especially -- \" He stopped.\n\n\"Especially -- for women?\" The breaking of Marcia's delightful smile answered his. \"You see, I guessed what you meant to say. What things? I think I know.\"\n\n\"Beauty -- poetry -- sympathy. Wouldn't you put those first?\"\n\nHe spoke the words shyly, looking down upon her.\n\nThere was something in the mere sound of them that thrilled, that made a music in the girl's ears. She drew a long breath, and suddenly, as he raised his eyes, he saw her as a white vision, lit up, Rembrandt-like, in the darkness, by the solitary light -- the lines of her young form, the delicate softness of cheek and brow, the eager eyes."}, {"quote": "\"Beauty -- poetry -- sympathy. Wouldn't you put those first?\"", "context": "\"I really don't agree with Coryston at all. I don't intend to label myself just yet, but if I'm anything I think I'm a Conservative.\"\n\n\"But you think other things matter more than politics?\"\n\n\"Ah yes,\" he said, smiling, \"that I do. Especially -- \" He stopped.\n\n\"Especially -- for women?\" The breaking of Marcia's delightful smile answered his. \"You see, I guessed what you meant to say. What things? I think I know.\"\n\n\"Beauty -- poetry -- sympathy. Wouldn't you put those first?\"\n\nHe spoke the words shyly, looking down upon her.\n\nThere was something in the mere sound of them that thrilled, that made a music in the girl's ears. She drew a long breath, and suddenly, as he raised his eyes, he saw her as a white vision, lit up, Rembrandt-like, in the darkness, by the solitary light -- the lines of her young form, the delicate softness of cheek and brow, the eager eyes.\n\nShe held out her hand.\n\n\"Good night. I shall see what Meredith has to say about it!\""}, {"quote": "\u201clet us hear what you think of him. He has not been shaved very recently, but he don\u2019t look at all ferocious notwithstanding. Stop, though! Let me first see that he is in visiting order.\u201d", "context": "CHAPTER XXX. RELATES WHAT OLIVER\u2019S NEW VISITORS THOUGHT OF HIM\n\nWith many loquacious assurances that they would be agreeably surprised in the aspect of the criminal, the doctor drew the young lady\u2019s arm through one of his; and offering his disengaged hand to Mrs. Maylie, led them, with much ceremony and stateliness, upstairs.\n\n\u201cNow,\u201d said the doctor, in a whisper, as he softly turned the handle of a bedroom-door, \u201clet us hear what you think of him. He has not been shaved very recently, but he don\u2019t look at all ferocious notwithstanding. Stop, though! Let me first see that he is in visiting order.\u201d\n\nStepping before them, he looked into the room. Motioning them to advance, he closed the door when they had entered; and gently drew back the curtains of the bed. Upon it, in lieu of the dogged, black-visaged ruffian they had expected to behold, there lay a mere child: worn with pain and exhaustion, and sunk into a deep sleep. His wounded arm, bound and splintered up, was crossed upon his breast; his head reclined upon the other arm, which was half hidden by his long hair, as it streamed over the pillow."}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat can this mean?", "context": "The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep, as though these marks of pity and compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a love and affection he had never known. Thus, a strain of gentle music, or the rippling of water in a silent place, or the odour of a flower, or the mention of a familiar word, will sometimes call up sudden dim remembrances of scenes that never were, in this life; which vanish like a breath; which some brief memory of a happier existence, long gone by, would seem to have awakened; which no voluntary exertion of the mind can ever recall.\n\n\u201cWhat can this mean?\u201d exclaimed the elder lady. \u201cThis poor child can never have been the pupil of robbers!\u201d\n\n\u201cVice,\u201d said the surgeon, replacing the curtain, \u201ctakes up her abode in many temples; and who can say that a fair outside shall not enshrine her?\u201d\n\n\u201cBut at so early an age!\u201d urged Rose.\n\n\u201cMy dear young lady,\u201d rejoined the surgeon, mournfully shaking his head; \u201ccrime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThis poor child can never have been the pupil of robbers!\u201d", "context": "The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep, as though these marks of pity and compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a love and affection he had never known. Thus, a strain of gentle music, or the rippling of water in a silent place, or the odour of a flower, or the mention of a familiar word, will sometimes call up sudden dim remembrances of scenes that never were, in this life; which vanish like a breath; which some brief memory of a happier existence, long gone by, would seem to have awakened; which no voluntary exertion of the mind can ever recall.\n\n\u201cWhat can this mean?\u201d exclaimed the elder lady. \u201cThis poor child can never have been the pupil of robbers!\u201d\n\n\u201cVice,\u201d said the surgeon, replacing the curtain, \u201ctakes up her abode in many temples; and who can say that a fair outside shall not enshrine her?\u201d\n\n\u201cBut at so early an age!\u201d urged Rose.\n\n\u201cMy dear young lady,\u201d rejoined the surgeon, mournfully shaking his head; \u201ccrime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut, can you \u2014 oh! can you really believe that this delicate boy has been the voluntary associate of the worst outcasts of society"}, {"quote": "\u201ctakes up her abode in many temples; and who can say that a fair outside shall not enshrine her?\u201d", "context": "The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep, as though these marks of pity and compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a love and affection he had never known. Thus, a strain of gentle music, or the rippling of water in a silent place, or the odour of a flower, or the mention of a familiar word, will sometimes call up sudden dim remembrances of scenes that never were, in this life; which vanish like a breath; which some brief memory of a happier existence, long gone by, would seem to have awakened; which no voluntary exertion of the mind can ever recall.\n\n\u201cWhat can this mean?\u201d exclaimed the elder lady. \u201cThis poor child can never have been the pupil of robbers!\u201d\n\n\u201cVice,\u201d said the surgeon, replacing the curtain, \u201ctakes up her abode in many temples; and who can say that a fair outside shall not enshrine her?\u201d\n\n\u201cBut at so early an age!\u201d urged Rose.\n\n\u201cMy dear young lady,\u201d rejoined the surgeon, mournfully shaking his head; \u201ccrime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut, can you \u2014 oh! can you really believe that this delicate boy has been the voluntary associate of the worst outcasts of society?\u201d said Rose.\n\nThe surgeon shook his head, in a manner which intimated that he feared it was very possible; and observing that they might disturb the patient, led the way into an adjoining apartment."}, {"quote": "\u201cBut at so early an age!", "context": "The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep, as though these marks of pity and compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a love and affection he had never known. Thus, a strain of gentle music, or the rippling of water in a silent place, or the odour of a flower, or the mention of a familiar word, will sometimes call up sudden dim remembrances of scenes that never were, in this life; which vanish like a breath; which some brief memory of a happier existence, long gone by, would seem to have awakened; which no voluntary exertion of the mind can ever recall.\n\n\u201cWhat can this mean?\u201d exclaimed the elder lady. \u201cThis poor child can never have been the pupil of robbers!\u201d\n\n\u201cVice,\u201d said the surgeon, replacing the curtain, \u201ctakes up her abode in many temples; and who can say that a fair outside shall not enshrine her?\u201d\n\n\u201cBut at so early an age!\u201d urged Rose.\n\n\u201cMy dear young lady,\u201d rejoined the surgeon, mournfully shaking his head; \u201ccrime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut, can you \u2014 oh! can you really believe that this delicate boy has been the voluntary associate of the worst outcasts of society?\u201d said Rose.\n\nThe surgeon shook his head, in a manner which intimated that he feared it was very possible; and observing that they might disturb the patient, led the way into an adjoining apartment."}, {"quote": "\u201cMy dear young lady,", "context": "The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep, as though these marks of pity and compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a love and affection he had never known. Thus, a strain of gentle music, or the rippling of water in a silent place, or the odour of a flower, or the mention of a familiar word, will sometimes call up sudden dim remembrances of scenes that never were, in this life; which vanish like a breath; which some brief memory of a happier existence, long gone by, would seem to have awakened; which no voluntary exertion of the mind can ever recall.\n\n\u201cWhat can this mean?\u201d exclaimed the elder lady. \u201cThis poor child can never have been the pupil of robbers!\u201d\n\n\u201cVice,\u201d said the surgeon, replacing the curtain, \u201ctakes up her abode in many temples; and who can say that a fair outside shall not enshrine her?\u201d\n\n\u201cBut at so early an age!\u201d urged Rose.\n\n\u201cMy dear young lady,\u201d rejoined the surgeon, mournfully shaking his head; \u201ccrime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut, can you \u2014 oh! can you really believe that this delicate boy has been the voluntary associate of the worst outcasts of society?\u201d said Rose.\n\nThe surgeon shook his head, in a manner which intimated that he feared it was very possible; and observing that they might disturb the patient, led the way into an adjoining apartment."}, {"quote": "\u201ccrime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.\u201d", "context": "The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep, as though these marks of pity and compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a love and affection he had never known. Thus, a strain of gentle music, or the rippling of water in a silent place, or the odour of a flower, or the mention of a familiar word, will sometimes call up sudden dim remembrances of scenes that never were, in this life; which vanish like a breath; which some brief memory of a happier existence, long gone by, would seem to have awakened; which no voluntary exertion of the mind can ever recall.\n\n\u201cWhat can this mean?\u201d exclaimed the elder lady. \u201cThis poor child can never have been the pupil of robbers!\u201d\n\n\u201cVice,\u201d said the surgeon, replacing the curtain, \u201ctakes up her abode in many temples; and who can say that a fair outside shall not enshrine her?\u201d\n\n\u201cBut at so early an age!\u201d urged Rose.\n\n\u201cMy dear young lady,\u201d rejoined the surgeon, mournfully shaking his head; \u201ccrime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut, can you \u2014 oh! can you really believe that this delicate boy has been the voluntary associate of the worst outcasts of society?\u201d said Rose.\n\nThe surgeon shook his head, in a manner which intimated that he feared it was very possible; and observing that they might disturb the patient, led the way into an adjoining apartment.\n\n\u201cBut even if he has been wicked,\u201d pursued Rose, \u201cthink how young he is; think that he may never have known a mother\u2019s love, or the comfort of a home; that ill-usage and blows, or the want of bread, may have driven him to herd with men who have forced him to guilt. Aunt, dear aunt, for mercy\u2019s sake, think of this, before you let them drag this sick child to a prison, which in any case must be the grave of all his chances of amendment. Oh! as you love me, and know that I have never felt the want of parents in your goodness and affection, but that I might have done so, and might have been equally helpless and unprotected with this poor child, have pity upon him before it is too late!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut, can you \u2014 oh! can you really believe that this delicate boy has been the voluntary associate of the worst outcasts of society?", "context": "\u201cThis poor child can never have been the pupil of robbers!\u201d\n\n\u201cVice,\u201d said the surgeon, replacing the curtain, \u201ctakes up her abode in many temples; and who can say that a fair outside shall not enshrine her?\u201d\n\n\u201cBut at so early an age!\u201d urged Rose.\n\n\u201cMy dear young lady,\u201d rejoined the surgeon, mournfully shaking his head; \u201ccrime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut, can you \u2014 oh! can you really believe that this delicate boy has been the voluntary associate of the worst outcasts of society?\u201d said Rose.\n\nThe surgeon shook his head, in a manner which intimated that he feared it was very possible; and observing that they might disturb the patient, led the way into an adjoining apartment.\n\n\u201cBut even if he has been wicked,\u201d pursued Rose, \u201cthink how young he is; think that he may never have known a mother\u2019s love, or the comfort of a home; that ill-usage and blows, or the want of bread, may have driven him to herd with men who have forced him to guilt. Aunt, dear aunt, for mercy\u2019s sake, think of this, before you let them drag this sick child to a prison, which in any case must be the grave of all his chances of amendment. Oh! as you love me, and know that I have never felt the want of parents in your goodness and affection, but that I might have done so, and might have been equally helpless and unprotected with this poor child, have pity upon him before it is too late!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut even if he has been wicked,", "context": "\u201d rejoined the surgeon, mournfully shaking his head; \u201ccrime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut, can you \u2014 oh! can you really believe that this delicate boy has been the voluntary associate of the worst outcasts of society?\u201d said Rose.\n\nThe surgeon shook his head, in a manner which intimated that he feared it was very possible; and observing that they might disturb the patient, led the way into an adjoining apartment.\n\n\u201cBut even if he has been wicked,\u201d pursued Rose, \u201cthink how young he is; think that he may never have known a mother\u2019s love, or the comfort of a home; that ill-usage and blows, or the want of bread, may have driven him to herd with men who have forced him to guilt. Aunt, dear aunt, for mercy\u2019s sake, think of this, before you let them drag this sick child to a prison, which in any case must be the grave of all his chances of amendment. Oh! as you love me, and know that I have never felt the want of parents in your goodness and affection, but that I might have done so, and might have been equally helpless and unprotected with this poor child, have pity upon him before it is too late!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cthink how young he is; think that he may never have known a mother\u2019s love, or the comfort of a home; that ill-usage and blows, or the want of bread, may have driven him to herd with men who have forced him to guilt. Aunt, dear aunt, for mercy\u2019s sake, think of this, before you let them drag this sick child to a prison, which in any case must be the grave of all his chances of amendment. Oh! as you love me, and know that I have never felt the want of parents in your goodness and affection, but that I might have done so, and might have been equally helpless and unprotected with this poor child, have pity upon him before it is too late!\u201d", "context": "\u201ccrime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut, can you \u2014 oh! can you really believe that this delicate boy has been the voluntary associate of the worst outcasts of society?\u201d said Rose.\n\nThe surgeon shook his head, in a manner which intimated that he feared it was very possible; and observing that they might disturb the patient, led the way into an adjoining apartment.\n\n\u201cBut even if he has been wicked,\u201d pursued Rose, \u201cthink how young he is; think that he may never have known a mother\u2019s love, or the comfort of a home; that ill-usage and blows, or the want of bread, may have driven him to herd with men who have forced him to guilt. Aunt, dear aunt, for mercy\u2019s sake, think of this, before you let them drag this sick child to a prison, which in any case must be the grave of all his chances of amendment. Oh! as you love me, and know that I have never felt the want of parents in your goodness and affection, but that I might have done so, and might have been equally helpless and unprotected with this poor child, have pity upon him before it is too late!\u201d\n\n\u201cMy dear love,\u201d said the elder lady, as she folded the weeping girl to her bosom, \u201cdo you think I would harm a hair of his head?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, no!\u201d replied Rose, eagerly.\n\n\u201cNo, surely,\u201d said the old lady; \u201cmy days are drawing to their close: and may mercy be shown to me as I show it to others! What can I do to save him, sir?\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me think, ma\u2019am,\u201d said the doctor; \u201clet me think.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cMy dear love,", "context": "\u201cthink how young he is; think that he may never have known a mother\u2019s love, or the comfort of a home; that ill-usage and blows, or the want of bread, may have driven him to herd with men who have forced him to guilt. Aunt, dear aunt, for mercy\u2019s sake, think of this, before you let them drag this sick child to a prison, which in any case must be the grave of all his chances of amendment. Oh! as you love me, and know that I have never felt the want of parents in your goodness and affection, but that I might have done so, and might have been equally helpless and unprotected with this poor child, have pity upon him before it is too late!\u201d\n\n\u201cMy dear love,\u201d said the elder lady, as she folded the weeping girl to her bosom, \u201cdo you think I would harm a hair of his head?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, no!\u201d replied Rose, eagerly.\n\n\u201cNo, surely,\u201d said the old lady; \u201cmy days are drawing to their close: and may mercy be shown to me as I show it to others! What can I do to save him, sir?\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me think, ma\u2019am,\u201d said the doctor; \u201clet me think.\u201d\n\nMr. Losberne thrust his hands into his pockets, and took several turns up and down the room; often stopping, and balancing himself on his toes, and frowning frightfully. After various exclamations of \u201cI\u2019ve got it now\u201d and \u201cno, I haven\u2019t,\u201d and as many renewals of the walking and frowning, he at length made a dead halt, and spoke as follows:"}, {"quote": "\u201cdo you think I would harm a hair of his head?\u201d", "context": "\u201cthink how young he is; think that he may never have known a mother\u2019s love, or the comfort of a home; that ill-usage and blows, or the want of bread, may have driven him to herd with men who have forced him to guilt. Aunt, dear aunt, for mercy\u2019s sake, think of this, before you let them drag this sick child to a prison, which in any case must be the grave of all his chances of amendment. Oh! as you love me, and know that I have never felt the want of parents in your goodness and affection, but that I might have done so, and might have been equally helpless and unprotected with this poor child, have pity upon him before it is too late!\u201d\n\n\u201cMy dear love,\u201d said the elder lady, as she folded the weeping girl to her bosom, \u201cdo you think I would harm a hair of his head?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, no!\u201d replied Rose, eagerly.\n\n\u201cNo, surely,\u201d said the old lady; \u201cmy days are drawing to their close: and may mercy be shown to me as I show it to others! What can I do to save him, sir?\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me think, ma\u2019am,\u201d said the doctor; \u201clet me think.\u201d\n\nMr. Losberne thrust his hands into his pockets, and took several turns up and down the room; often stopping, and balancing himself on his toes, and frowning frightfully. After various exclamations of \u201cI\u2019ve got it now\u201d and \u201cno, I haven\u2019t,\u201d and as many renewals of the walking and frowning, he at length made a dead halt, and spoke as follows:"}, {"quote": "\u201cmy days are drawing to their close: and may mercy be shown to me as I show it to others! What can I do to save him, sir?\u201d", "context": "\u201cthink how young he is; think that he may never have known a mother\u2019s love, or the comfort of a home; that ill-usage and blows, or the want of bread, may have driven him to herd with men who have forced him to guilt. Aunt, dear aunt, for mercy\u2019s sake, think of this, before you let them drag this sick child to a prison, which in any case must be the grave of all his chances of amendment. Oh! as you love me, and know that I have never felt the want of parents in your goodness and affection, but that I might have done so, and might have been equally helpless and unprotected with this poor child, have pity upon him before it is too late!\u201d\n\n\u201cMy dear love,\u201d said the elder lady, as she folded the weeping girl to her bosom, \u201cdo you think I would harm a hair of his head?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, no!\u201d replied Rose, eagerly.\n\n\u201cNo, surely,\u201d said the old lady; \u201cmy days are drawing to their close: and may mercy be shown to me as I show it to others! What can I do to save him, sir?\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me think, ma\u2019am,\u201d said the doctor; \u201clet me think.\u201d\n\nMr. Losberne thrust his hands into his pockets, and took several turns up and down the room; often stopping, and balancing himself on his toes, and frowning frightfully. After various exclamations of \u201cI\u2019ve got it now\u201d and \u201cno, I haven\u2019t,\u201d and as many renewals of the walking and frowning, he at length made a dead halt, and spoke as follows:"}, {"quote": "\u201cLet me think, ma\u2019am,", "context": "\u201cthink how young he is; think that he may never have known a mother\u2019s love, or the comfort of a home; that ill-usage and blows, or the want of bread, may have driven him to herd with men who have forced him to guilt. Aunt, dear aunt, for mercy\u2019s sake, think of this, before you let them drag this sick child to a prison, which in any case must be the grave of all his chances of amendment. Oh! as you love me, and know that I have never felt the want of parents in your goodness and affection, but that I might have done so, and might have been equally helpless and unprotected with this poor child, have pity upon him before it is too late!\u201d\n\n\u201cMy dear love,\u201d said the elder lady, as she folded the weeping girl to her bosom, \u201cdo you think I would harm a hair of his head?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, no!\u201d replied Rose, eagerly.\n\n\u201cNo, surely,\u201d said the old lady; \u201cmy days are drawing to their close: and may mercy be shown to me as I show it to others! What can I do to save him, sir?\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me think, ma\u2019am,\u201d said the doctor; \u201clet me think.\u201d\n\nMr. Losberne thrust his hands into his pockets, and took several turns up and down the room; often stopping, and balancing himself on his toes, and frowning frightfully. After various exclamations of \u201cI\u2019ve got it now\u201d and \u201cno, I haven\u2019t,\u201d and as many renewals of the walking and frowning, he at length made a dead halt, and spoke as follows:\n\n\u201cI think if you give me a full and unlimited commission to bully Giles, and that little boy, Brittles, I can manage it. Giles is a faithful fellow and an old servant, I know; but you can make it up to him in a thousand ways, and reward him for being such a good shot besides. You don\u2019t object to that?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI think if you give me a full and unlimited commission to bully Giles, and that little boy, Brittles, I can manage it. Giles is a faithful fellow and an old servant, I know; but you can make it up to him in a thousand ways, and reward him for being such a good shot besides. You don\u2019t object to that?\u201d", "context": "\u201cLet me think, ma\u2019am,\u201d said the doctor; \u201clet me think.\u201d\n\nMr. Losberne thrust his hands into his pockets, and took several turns up and down the room; often stopping, and balancing himself on his toes, and frowning frightfully. After various exclamations of \u201cI\u2019ve got it now\u201d and \u201cno, I haven\u2019t,\u201d and as many renewals of the walking and frowning, he at length made a dead halt, and spoke as follows:\n\n\u201cI think if you give me a full and unlimited commission to bully Giles, and that little boy, Brittles, I can manage it. Giles is a faithful fellow and an old servant, I know; but you can make it up to him in a thousand ways, and reward him for being such a good shot besides. You don\u2019t object to that?\u201d\n\n\u201cUnless there is some other way of preserving the child,\u201d replied Mrs. Maylie.\n\n\u201cThere is no other,\u201d said the doctor. \u201cNo other, take my word for it.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen my aunt invests you with full power,\u201d said Rose, smiling through her tears; \u201cbut pray don\u2019t be harder upon the poor fellows than is indispensably necessary.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou seem to think,\u201d retorted the doctor, \u201cthat everybody is disposed to be hard-hearted today, except yourself, Miss Rose. I only hope, for the sake of the rising male sex generally, that you may be found in as vulnerable and soft-hearted a mood by the first eligible young fellow who appeals to your compassion; and I wish I were a young fellow, that I might avail myself, on the spot, of such a favourable opportunity for doing so, as the present.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cUnless there is some other way of preserving the child,", "context": "Mr. Losberne thrust his hands into his pockets, and took several turns up and down the room; often stopping, and balancing himself on his toes, and frowning frightfully. After various exclamations of \u201cI\u2019ve got it now\u201d and \u201cno, I haven\u2019t,\u201d and as many renewals of the walking and frowning, he at length made a dead halt, and spoke as follows:\n\n\u201cI think if you give me a full and unlimited commission to bully Giles, and that little boy, Brittles, I can manage it. Giles is a faithful fellow and an old servant, I know; but you can make it up to him in a thousand ways, and reward him for being such a good shot besides. You don\u2019t object to that?\u201d\n\n\u201cUnless there is some other way of preserving the child,\u201d replied Mrs. Maylie.\n\n\u201cThere is no other,\u201d said the doctor. \u201cNo other, take my word for it.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen my aunt invests you with full power,\u201d said Rose, smiling through her tears; \u201cbut pray don\u2019t be harder upon the poor fellows than is indispensably necessary.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou seem to think,\u201d retorted the doctor, \u201cthat everybody is disposed to be hard-hearted today, except yourself, Miss Rose. I only hope, for the sake of the rising male sex generally, that you may be found in as vulnerable and soft-hearted a mood by the first eligible young fellow who appeals to your compassion; and I wish I were a young fellow, that I might avail myself, on the spot, of such a favourable opportunity for doing so, as the present.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThere is no other,", "context": "Mr. Losberne thrust his hands into his pockets, and took several turns up and down the room; often stopping, and balancing himself on his toes, and frowning frightfully. After various exclamations of \u201cI\u2019ve got it now\u201d and \u201cno, I haven\u2019t,\u201d and as many renewals of the walking and frowning, he at length made a dead halt, and spoke as follows:\n\n\u201cI think if you give me a full and unlimited commission to bully Giles, and that little boy, Brittles, I can manage it. Giles is a faithful fellow and an old servant, I know; but you can make it up to him in a thousand ways, and reward him for being such a good shot besides. You don\u2019t object to that?\u201d\n\n\u201cUnless there is some other way of preserving the child,\u201d replied Mrs. Maylie.\n\n\u201cThere is no other,\u201d said the doctor. \u201cNo other, take my word for it.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen my aunt invests you with full power,\u201d said Rose, smiling through her tears; \u201cbut pray don\u2019t be harder upon the poor fellows than is indispensably necessary.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou seem to think,\u201d retorted the doctor, \u201cthat everybody is disposed to be hard-hearted today, except yourself, Miss Rose. I only hope, for the sake of the rising male sex generally, that you may be found in as vulnerable and soft-hearted a mood by the first eligible young fellow who appeals to your compassion; and I wish I were a young fellow, that I might avail myself, on the spot, of such a favourable opportunity for doing so, as the present.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo other, take my word for it.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI think if you give me a full and unlimited commission to bully Giles, and that little boy, Brittles, I can manage it. Giles is a faithful fellow and an old servant, I know; but you can make it up to him in a thousand ways, and reward him for being such a good shot besides. You don\u2019t object to that?\u201d\n\n\u201cUnless there is some other way of preserving the child,\u201d replied Mrs. Maylie.\n\n\u201cThere is no other,\u201d said the doctor. \u201cNo other, take my word for it.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen my aunt invests you with full power,\u201d said Rose, smiling through her tears; \u201cbut pray don\u2019t be harder upon the poor fellows than is indispensably necessary.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou seem to think,\u201d retorted the doctor, \u201cthat everybody is disposed to be hard-hearted today, except yourself, Miss Rose. I only hope, for the sake of the rising male sex generally, that you may be found in as vulnerable and soft-hearted a mood by the first eligible young fellow who appeals to your compassion; and I wish I were a young fellow, that I might avail myself, on the spot, of such a favourable opportunity for doing so, as the present.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThen my aunt invests you with full power,", "context": "\u201cI think if you give me a full and unlimited commission to bully Giles, and that little boy, Brittles, I can manage it. Giles is a faithful fellow and an old servant, I know; but you can make it up to him in a thousand ways, and reward him for being such a good shot besides. You don\u2019t object to that?\u201d\n\n\u201cUnless there is some other way of preserving the child,\u201d replied Mrs. Maylie.\n\n\u201cThere is no other,\u201d said the doctor. \u201cNo other, take my word for it.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen my aunt invests you with full power,\u201d said Rose, smiling through her tears; \u201cbut pray don\u2019t be harder upon the poor fellows than is indispensably necessary.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou seem to think,\u201d retorted the doctor, \u201cthat everybody is disposed to be hard-hearted today, except yourself, Miss Rose. I only hope, for the sake of the rising male sex generally, that you may be found in as vulnerable and soft-hearted a mood by the first eligible young fellow who appeals to your compassion; and I wish I were a young fellow, that I might avail myself, on the spot, of such a favourable opportunity for doing so, as the present.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cbut pray don\u2019t be harder upon the poor fellows than is indispensably necessary.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI think if you give me a full and unlimited commission to bully Giles, and that little boy, Brittles, I can manage it. Giles is a faithful fellow and an old servant, I know; but you can make it up to him in a thousand ways, and reward him for being such a good shot besides. You don\u2019t object to that?\u201d\n\n\u201cUnless there is some other way of preserving the child,\u201d replied Mrs. Maylie.\n\n\u201cThere is no other,\u201d said the doctor. \u201cNo other, take my word for it.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen my aunt invests you with full power,\u201d said Rose, smiling through her tears; \u201cbut pray don\u2019t be harder upon the poor fellows than is indispensably necessary.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou seem to think,\u201d retorted the doctor, \u201cthat everybody is disposed to be hard-hearted today, except yourself, Miss Rose. I only hope, for the sake of the rising male sex generally, that you may be found in as vulnerable and soft-hearted a mood by the first eligible young fellow who appeals to your compassion; and I wish I were a young fellow, that I might avail myself, on the spot, of such a favourable opportunity for doing so, as the present.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are as great a boy as poor Brittles himself"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou seem to think,", "context": "\u201cI think if you give me a full and unlimited commission to bully Giles, and that little boy, Brittles, I can manage it. Giles is a faithful fellow and an old servant, I know; but you can make it up to him in a thousand ways, and reward him for being such a good shot besides. You don\u2019t object to that?\u201d\n\n\u201cUnless there is some other way of preserving the child,\u201d replied Mrs. Maylie.\n\n\u201cThere is no other,\u201d said the doctor. \u201cNo other, take my word for it.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen my aunt invests you with full power,\u201d said Rose, smiling through her tears; \u201cbut pray don\u2019t be harder upon the poor fellows than is indispensably necessary.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou seem to think,\u201d retorted the doctor, \u201cthat everybody is disposed to be hard-hearted today, except yourself, Miss Rose. I only hope, for the sake of the rising male sex generally, that you may be found in as vulnerable and soft-hearted a mood by the first eligible young fellow who appeals to your compassion; and I wish I were a young fellow, that I might avail myself, on the spot, of such a favourable opportunity for doing so, as the present.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are as great a boy as poor Brittles himself"}, {"quote": "\u201cthat everybody is disposed to be hard-hearted today, except yourself, Miss Rose. I only hope, for the sake of the rising male sex generally, that you may be found in as vulnerable and soft-hearted a mood by the first eligible young fellow who appeals to your compassion; and I wish I were a young fellow, that I might avail myself, on the spot, of such a favourable opportunity for doing so, as the present.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI think if you give me a full and unlimited commission to bully Giles, and that little boy, Brittles, I can manage it. Giles is a faithful fellow and an old servant, I know; but you can make it up to him in a thousand ways, and reward him for being such a good shot besides. You don\u2019t object to that?\u201d\n\n\u201cUnless there is some other way of preserving the child,\u201d replied Mrs. Maylie.\n\n\u201cThere is no other,\u201d said the doctor. \u201cNo other, take my word for it.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen my aunt invests you with full power,\u201d said Rose, smiling through her tears; \u201cbut pray don\u2019t be harder upon the poor fellows than is indispensably necessary.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou seem to think,\u201d retorted the doctor, \u201cthat everybody is disposed to be hard-hearted today, except yourself, Miss Rose. I only hope, for the sake of the rising male sex generally, that you may be found in as vulnerable and soft-hearted a mood by the first eligible young fellow who appeals to your compassion; and I wish I were a young fellow, that I might avail myself, on the spot, of such a favourable opportunity for doing so, as the present.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are as great a boy as poor Brittles himself,\u201d returned Rose, blushing.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said the doctor, laughing heartily, \u201cthat is no very difficult matter. But to return to this boy. The great point of our agreement is yet to come. He will wake in an hour or so, I dare say; and although I have told that thick-headed constable-fellow downstairs that he musn\u2019t be moved or spoken to, on peril of his life, I think we may converse with him without danger. Now I make this stipulation \u2014 that I shall examine him in your presence, and that, if, from what he says, we judge, and I can show to the satisfaction of your cool reason, that he is a real and thorough bad one (which is more than possible), he shall be left to his fate, without any farther interference on my part, at all events.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou are as great a boy as poor Brittles himself,", "context": "\u201cbut pray don\u2019t be harder upon the poor fellows than is indispensably necessary.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou seem to think,\u201d retorted the doctor, \u201cthat everybody is disposed to be hard-hearted today, except yourself, Miss Rose. I only hope, for the sake of the rising male sex generally, that you may be found in as vulnerable and soft-hearted a mood by the first eligible young fellow who appeals to your compassion; and I wish I were a young fellow, that I might avail myself, on the spot, of such a favourable opportunity for doing so, as the present.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are as great a boy as poor Brittles himself,\u201d returned Rose, blushing.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said the doctor, laughing heartily, \u201cthat is no very difficult matter. But to return to this boy. The great point of our agreement is yet to come. He will wake in an hour or so, I dare say; and although I have told that thick-headed constable-fellow downstairs that he musn\u2019t be moved or spoken to, on peril of his life, I think we may converse with him without danger. Now I make this stipulation \u2014 that I shall examine him in your presence, and that, if, from what he says, we judge, and I can show to the satisfaction of your cool reason, that he is a real and thorough bad one (which is more than possible), he shall be left to his fate, without any farther interference on my part, at all events.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cthat is no very difficult matter. But to return to this boy. The great point of our agreement is yet to come. He will wake in an hour or so, I dare say; and although I have told that thick-headed constable-fellow downstairs that he musn\u2019t be moved or spoken to, on peril of his life, I think we may converse with him without danger. Now I make this stipulation \u2014 that I shall examine him in your presence, and that, if, from what he says, we judge, and I can show to the satisfaction of your cool reason, that he is a real and thorough bad one (which is more than possible), he shall be left to his fate, without any farther interference on my part, at all events.\u201d", "context": "\u201cthat everybody is disposed to be hard-hearted today, except yourself, Miss Rose. I only hope, for the sake of the rising male sex generally, that you may be found in as vulnerable and soft-hearted a mood by the first eligible young fellow who appeals to your compassion; and I wish I were a young fellow, that I might avail myself, on the spot, of such a favourable opportunity for doing so, as the present.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou are as great a boy as poor Brittles himself,\u201d returned Rose, blushing.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said the doctor, laughing heartily, \u201cthat is no very difficult matter. But to return to this boy. The great point of our agreement is yet to come. He will wake in an hour or so, I dare say; and although I have told that thick-headed constable-fellow downstairs that he musn\u2019t be moved or spoken to, on peril of his life, I think we may converse with him without danger. Now I make this stipulation \u2014 that I shall examine him in your presence, and that, if, from what he says, we judge, and I can show to the satisfaction of your cool reason, that he is a real and thorough bad one (which is more than possible), he shall be left to his fate, without any farther interference on my part, at all events.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh no, aunt!\u201d entreated Rose.\n\n\u201cOh yes, aunt!\u201d said the doctor. \u201cIs it a bargain?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe cannot be hardened in vice,\u201d said Rose; \u201cIt is impossible.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery good,\u201d retorted the doctor; \u201cthen so much the more reason for acceding to my proposition.\u201d\n\nFinally the treaty was entered into; and the parties thereunto sat down to wait, with some impatience, until Oliver should awake.\n\nThe patience of the two ladies was destined to undergo a longer trial than Mr. Losberne had led them to expect; for hour after hour passed on, and still Oliver slumbered heavily. It was evening, indeed, before the kind-hearted doctor brought them the intelligence, that he was at length sufficiently restored to be spoken to. The boy was very ill, he said, and weak from the loss of blood; but his mind was so troubled with anxiety to disclose something, that he deemed it better to give him the opportunity, than to insist upon his remaining quiet until next morning: which he should otherwise have done."}, {"quote": "\u201cOh yes, aunt!", "context": "\u201cthat is no very difficult matter. But to return to this boy. The great point of our agreement is yet to come. He will wake in an hour or so, I dare say; and although I have told that thick-headed constable-fellow downstairs that he musn\u2019t be moved or spoken to, on peril of his life, I think we may converse with him without danger. Now I make this stipulation \u2014 that I shall examine him in your presence, and that, if, from what he says, we judge, and I can show to the satisfaction of your cool reason, that he is a real and thorough bad one (which is more than possible), he shall be left to his fate, without any farther interference on my part, at all events.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh no, aunt!\u201d entreated Rose.\n\n\u201cOh yes, aunt!\u201d said the doctor. \u201cIs it a bargain?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe cannot be hardened in vice,\u201d said Rose; \u201cIt is impossible.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery good,\u201d retorted the doctor; \u201cthen so much the more reason for acceding to my proposition.\u201d\n\nFinally the treaty was entered into; and the parties thereunto sat down to wait, with some impatience, until Oliver should awake.\n\nThe patience of the two ladies was destined to undergo a longer trial than Mr. Losberne had led them to expect; for hour after hour passed on, and still Oliver slumbered heavily. It was evening, indeed, before the kind-hearted doctor brought them the intelligence, that he was at length sufficiently restored to be spoken to. The boy was very ill, he said, and weak from the loss of blood; but his mind was so troubled with anxiety to disclose something, that he deemed it better to give him the opportunity, than to insist upon his remaining quiet until next morning: which he should otherwise have done."}, {"quote": "\u201cHe cannot be hardened in vice,", "context": "\u201cthat is no very difficult matter. But to return to this boy. The great point of our agreement is yet to come. He will wake in an hour or so, I dare say; and although I have told that thick-headed constable-fellow downstairs that he musn\u2019t be moved or spoken to, on peril of his life, I think we may converse with him without danger. Now I make this stipulation \u2014 that I shall examine him in your presence, and that, if, from what he says, we judge, and I can show to the satisfaction of your cool reason, that he is a real and thorough bad one (which is more than possible), he shall be left to his fate, without any farther interference on my part, at all events.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh no, aunt!\u201d entreated Rose.\n\n\u201cOh yes, aunt!\u201d said the doctor. \u201cIs it a bargain?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe cannot be hardened in vice,\u201d said Rose; \u201cIt is impossible.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery good,\u201d retorted the doctor; \u201cthen so much the more reason for acceding to my proposition.\u201d\n\nFinally the treaty was entered into; and the parties thereunto sat down to wait, with some impatience, until Oliver should awake.\n\nThe patience of the two ladies was destined to undergo a longer trial than Mr. Losberne had led them to expect; for hour after hour passed on, and still Oliver slumbered heavily. It was evening, indeed, before the kind-hearted doctor brought them the intelligence, that he was at length sufficiently restored to be spoken to. The boy was very ill, he said, and weak from the loss of blood; but his mind was so troubled with anxiety to disclose something, that he deemed it better to give him the opportunity, than to insist upon his remaining quiet until next morning: which he should otherwise have done."}, {"quote": "\u201cIt is impossible.\u201d", "context": "\u201cthat is no very difficult matter. But to return to this boy. The great point of our agreement is yet to come. He will wake in an hour or so, I dare say; and although I have told that thick-headed constable-fellow downstairs that he musn\u2019t be moved or spoken to, on peril of his life, I think we may converse with him without danger. Now I make this stipulation \u2014 that I shall examine him in your presence, and that, if, from what he says, we judge, and I can show to the satisfaction of your cool reason, that he is a real and thorough bad one (which is more than possible), he shall be left to his fate, without any farther interference on my part, at all events.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh no, aunt!\u201d entreated Rose.\n\n\u201cOh yes, aunt!\u201d said the doctor. \u201cIs it a bargain?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe cannot be hardened in vice,\u201d said Rose; \u201cIt is impossible.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery good,\u201d retorted the doctor; \u201cthen so much the more reason for acceding to my proposition.\u201d\n\nFinally the treaty was entered into; and the parties thereunto sat down to wait, with some impatience, until Oliver should awake.\n\nThe patience of the two ladies was destined to undergo a longer trial than Mr. Losberne had led them to expect; for hour after hour passed on, and still Oliver slumbered heavily. It was evening, indeed, before the kind-hearted doctor brought them the intelligence, that he was at length sufficiently restored to be spoken to. The boy was very ill, he said, and weak from the loss of blood; but his mind was so troubled with anxiety to disclose something, that he deemed it better to give him the opportunity, than to insist upon his remaining quiet until next morning: which he should otherwise have done."}, {"quote": "\u201cthen so much the more reason for acceding to my proposition.\u201d", "context": "\u201cthat is no very difficult matter. But to return to this boy. The great point of our agreement is yet to come. He will wake in an hour or so, I dare say; and although I have told that thick-headed constable-fellow downstairs that he musn\u2019t be moved or spoken to, on peril of his life, I think we may converse with him without danger. Now I make this stipulation \u2014 that I shall examine him in your presence, and that, if, from what he says, we judge, and I can show to the satisfaction of your cool reason, that he is a real and thorough bad one (which is more than possible), he shall be left to his fate, without any farther interference on my part, at all events.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh no, aunt!\u201d entreated Rose.\n\n\u201cOh yes, aunt!\u201d said the doctor. \u201cIs it a bargain?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe cannot be hardened in vice,\u201d said Rose; \u201cIt is impossible.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery good,\u201d retorted the doctor; \u201cthen so much the more reason for acceding to my proposition.\u201d\n\nFinally the treaty was entered into; and the parties thereunto sat down to wait, with some impatience, until Oliver should awake.\n\nThe patience of the two ladies was destined to undergo a longer trial than Mr. Losberne had led them to expect; for hour after hour passed on, and still Oliver slumbered heavily. It was evening, indeed, before the kind-hearted doctor brought them the intelligence, that he was at length sufficiently restored to be spoken to. The boy was very ill, he said, and weak from the loss of blood; but his mind was so troubled with anxiety to disclose something, that he deemed it better to give him the opportunity, than to insist upon his remaining quiet until next morning: which he should otherwise have done."}, {"quote": "\u201cMisses wished some ale to be given out, sir; and as I felt no ways inclined for my own little room, sir, and was disposed for company, I am taking mine among \u2019em here.\u201d", "context": "There were assembled, in that lower house of the domestic parliament, the women-servants, Mr. Brittles, Mr. Giles, the tinker (who had received a special invitation to regale himself for the remainder of the day, in consideration of his services), and the constable. The latter gentleman had a large staff, a large head, large features, and large half-boots; and he looked as if he had been taking a proportionate allowance of ale \u2014 as indeed he had.\n\nThe adventures of the previous night were still under discussion; for Mr. Giles was expatiating upon his presence of mind, when the doctor entered; Mr. Brittles, with a mug of ale in his hand, was corroborating everything, before his superior said it.\n\n\u201cSit still!\u201d said the doctor, waving his hand.\n\n\u201cThank you, sir,\u201d said Mr. Giles. \u201cMisses wished some ale to be given out, sir; and as I felt no ways inclined for my own little room, sir, and was disposed for company, I am taking mine among \u2019em here.\u201d\n\nBrittles headed a low murmur, by which the ladies and gentlemen generally were understood to express the gratification they derived from Mr. Giles\u2019s condescension. Mr. Giles looked round with a patronising air, as much as to say that so long as they behaved properly, he would never desert them.\n\n\u201cHow is the patient tonight, sir?\u201d asked Giles.\n\n\u201cSo-so\u201d; returned the doctor. \u201cI am afraid you have got yourself into a scrape there, Mr. Giles.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you don\u2019t mean to say, sir"}, {"quote": "\u201cHow is the patient tonight, sir?", "context": "\u201cMisses wished some ale to be given out, sir; and as I felt no ways inclined for my own little room, sir, and was disposed for company, I am taking mine among \u2019em here.\u201d\n\nBrittles headed a low murmur, by which the ladies and gentlemen generally were understood to express the gratification they derived from Mr. Giles\u2019s condescension. Mr. Giles looked round with a patronising air, as much as to say that so long as they behaved properly, he would never desert them.\n\n\u201cHow is the patient tonight, sir?\u201d asked Giles.\n\n\u201cSo-so\u201d; returned the doctor. \u201cI am afraid you have got yourself into a scrape there, Mr. Giles.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you don\u2019t mean to say, sir,\u201d said Mr. Giles, trembling, \u201cthat he\u2019s going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldn\u2019t cut a boy off: no, not even Brittles here; not for all the plate in the county, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s not the point,\u201d said the doctor, mysteriously."}, {"quote": "\u201cI am afraid you have got yourself into a scrape there, Mr. Giles.\u201d", "context": "\u201cMisses wished some ale to be given out, sir; and as I felt no ways inclined for my own little room, sir, and was disposed for company, I am taking mine among \u2019em here.\u201d\n\nBrittles headed a low murmur, by which the ladies and gentlemen generally were understood to express the gratification they derived from Mr. Giles\u2019s condescension. Mr. Giles looked round with a patronising air, as much as to say that so long as they behaved properly, he would never desert them.\n\n\u201cHow is the patient tonight, sir?\u201d asked Giles.\n\n\u201cSo-so\u201d; returned the doctor. \u201cI am afraid you have got yourself into a scrape there, Mr. Giles.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you don\u2019t mean to say, sir,\u201d said Mr. Giles, trembling, \u201cthat he\u2019s going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldn\u2019t cut a boy off: no, not even Brittles here; not for all the plate in the county, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s not the point,\u201d said the doctor, mysteriously. \u201cMr. Giles, are you a Protestant?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir, I hope so,\u201d faltered Mr. Giles, who had turned very pale."}, {"quote": "\u201cI hope you don\u2019t mean to say, sir,", "context": "\u201cMisses wished some ale to be given out, sir; and as I felt no ways inclined for my own little room, sir, and was disposed for company, I am taking mine among \u2019em here.\u201d\n\nBrittles headed a low murmur, by which the ladies and gentlemen generally were understood to express the gratification they derived from Mr. Giles\u2019s condescension. Mr. Giles looked round with a patronising air, as much as to say that so long as they behaved properly, he would never desert them.\n\n\u201cHow is the patient tonight, sir?\u201d asked Giles.\n\n\u201cSo-so\u201d; returned the doctor. \u201cI am afraid you have got yourself into a scrape there, Mr. Giles.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you don\u2019t mean to say, sir,\u201d said Mr. Giles, trembling, \u201cthat he\u2019s going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldn\u2019t cut a boy off: no, not even Brittles here; not for all the plate in the county, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s not the point,\u201d said the doctor, mysteriously. \u201cMr. Giles, are you a Protestant?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir, I hope so,\u201d faltered Mr. Giles, who had turned very pale.\n\n\u201cAnd what are you, boy"}, {"quote": "\u201cthat he\u2019s going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldn\u2019t cut a boy off: no, not even Brittles here; not for all the plate in the county, sir.\u201d", "context": "Brittles headed a low murmur, by which the ladies and gentlemen generally were understood to express the gratification they derived from Mr. Giles\u2019s condescension. Mr. Giles looked round with a patronising air, as much as to say that so long as they behaved properly, he would never desert them.\n\n\u201cHow is the patient tonight, sir?\u201d asked Giles.\n\n\u201cSo-so\u201d; returned the doctor. \u201cI am afraid you have got yourself into a scrape there, Mr. Giles.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you don\u2019t mean to say, sir,\u201d said Mr. Giles, trembling, \u201cthat he\u2019s going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldn\u2019t cut a boy off: no, not even Brittles here; not for all the plate in the county, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s not the point,\u201d said the doctor, mysteriously. \u201cMr. Giles, are you a Protestant?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir, I hope so,\u201d faltered Mr. Giles, who had turned very pale.\n\n\u201cAnd what are you, boy?\u201d said the doctor, turning sharply upon Brittles.\n\n\u201cLord bless me, sir!\u201d replied Brittles, starting violently; \u201cI\u2019m the same as Mr. Giles, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen tell me this,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cboth of you, both of you! Are you going to take upon yourselves to swear, that that boy upstairs is the boy that was put through the little window last night? Out with it! Come! We are prepared for you!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThat\u2019s not the point,", "context": "\u201cHow is the patient tonight, sir?\u201d asked Giles.\n\n\u201cSo-so\u201d; returned the doctor. \u201cI am afraid you have got yourself into a scrape there, Mr. Giles.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you don\u2019t mean to say, sir,\u201d said Mr. Giles, trembling, \u201cthat he\u2019s going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldn\u2019t cut a boy off: no, not even Brittles here; not for all the plate in the county, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s not the point,\u201d said the doctor, mysteriously. \u201cMr. Giles, are you a Protestant?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir, I hope so,\u201d faltered Mr. Giles, who had turned very pale.\n\n\u201cAnd what are you, boy?\u201d said the doctor, turning sharply upon Brittles.\n\n\u201cLord bless me, sir!\u201d replied Brittles, starting violently; \u201cI\u2019m the same as Mr. Giles, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen tell me this,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cboth of you, both of you! Are you going to take upon yourselves to swear, that that boy upstairs is the boy that was put through the little window last night? Out with it! Come! We are prepared for you!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cMr. Giles, are you a Protestant?\u201d", "context": "\u201cSo-so\u201d; returned the doctor. \u201cI am afraid you have got yourself into a scrape there, Mr. Giles.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you don\u2019t mean to say, sir,\u201d said Mr. Giles, trembling, \u201cthat he\u2019s going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldn\u2019t cut a boy off: no, not even Brittles here; not for all the plate in the county, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s not the point,\u201d said the doctor, mysteriously. \u201cMr. Giles, are you a Protestant?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir, I hope so,\u201d faltered Mr. Giles, who had turned very pale.\n\n\u201cAnd what are you, boy?\u201d said the doctor, turning sharply upon Brittles.\n\n\u201cLord bless me, sir!\u201d replied Brittles, starting violently; \u201cI\u2019m the same as Mr. Giles, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen tell me this,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cboth of you, both of you! Are you going to take upon yourselves to swear, that that boy upstairs is the boy that was put through the little window last night? Out with it! Come! We are prepared for you!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYes, sir, I hope so,", "context": "\u201cI am afraid you have got yourself into a scrape there, Mr. Giles.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope you don\u2019t mean to say, sir,\u201d said Mr. Giles, trembling, \u201cthat he\u2019s going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldn\u2019t cut a boy off: no, not even Brittles here; not for all the plate in the county, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s not the point,\u201d said the doctor, mysteriously. \u201cMr. Giles, are you a Protestant?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir, I hope so,\u201d faltered Mr. Giles, who had turned very pale.\n\n\u201cAnd what are you, boy?\u201d said the doctor, turning sharply upon Brittles.\n\n\u201cLord bless me, sir!\u201d replied Brittles, starting violently; \u201cI\u2019m the same as Mr. Giles, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen tell me this,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cboth of you, both of you! Are you going to take upon yourselves to swear, that that boy upstairs is the boy that was put through the little window last night? Out with it! Come! We are prepared for you!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd what are you, boy?", "context": "\u201cI hope you don\u2019t mean to say, sir,\u201d said Mr. Giles, trembling, \u201cthat he\u2019s going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldn\u2019t cut a boy off: no, not even Brittles here; not for all the plate in the county, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s not the point,\u201d said the doctor, mysteriously. \u201cMr. Giles, are you a Protestant?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir, I hope so,\u201d faltered Mr. Giles, who had turned very pale.\n\n\u201cAnd what are you, boy?\u201d said the doctor, turning sharply upon Brittles.\n\n\u201cLord bless me, sir!\u201d replied Brittles, starting violently; \u201cI\u2019m the same as Mr. Giles, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen tell me this,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cboth of you, both of you! Are you going to take upon yourselves to swear, that that boy upstairs is the boy that was put through the little window last night? Out with it! Come! We are prepared for you!\u201d\n\nThe doctor, who was universally considered one of the best-tempered creatures on earth, made this demand in such a dreadful tone of anger, that Giles and Brittles, who were considerably muddled by ale and excitement, stared at each other in a state of stupefaction."}, {"quote": "\u201cLord bless me, sir!", "context": "\u201cthat he\u2019s going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldn\u2019t cut a boy off: no, not even Brittles here; not for all the plate in the county, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s not the point,\u201d said the doctor, mysteriously. \u201cMr. Giles, are you a Protestant?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir, I hope so,\u201d faltered Mr. Giles, who had turned very pale.\n\n\u201cAnd what are you, boy?\u201d said the doctor, turning sharply upon Brittles.\n\n\u201cLord bless me, sir!\u201d replied Brittles, starting violently; \u201cI\u2019m the same as Mr. Giles, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen tell me this,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cboth of you, both of you! Are you going to take upon yourselves to swear, that that boy upstairs is the boy that was put through the little window last night? Out with it! Come! We are prepared for you!\u201d\n\nThe doctor, who was universally considered one of the best-tempered creatures on earth, made this demand in such a dreadful tone of anger, that Giles and Brittles, who were considerably muddled by ale and excitement, stared at each other in a state of stupefaction."}, {"quote": "\u201cI\u2019m the same as Mr. Giles, sir.\u201d", "context": "\u201cthat he\u2019s going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldn\u2019t cut a boy off: no, not even Brittles here; not for all the plate in the county, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s not the point,\u201d said the doctor, mysteriously. \u201cMr. Giles, are you a Protestant?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir, I hope so,\u201d faltered Mr. Giles, who had turned very pale.\n\n\u201cAnd what are you, boy?\u201d said the doctor, turning sharply upon Brittles.\n\n\u201cLord bless me, sir!\u201d replied Brittles, starting violently; \u201cI\u2019m the same as Mr. Giles, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen tell me this,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cboth of you, both of you! Are you going to take upon yourselves to swear, that that boy upstairs is the boy that was put through the little window last night? Out with it! Come! We are prepared for you!\u201d\n\nThe doctor, who was universally considered one of the best-tempered creatures on earth, made this demand in such a dreadful tone of anger, that Giles and Brittles, who were considerably muddled by ale and excitement, stared at each other in a state of stupefaction."}, {"quote": "\u201cThen tell me this,", "context": "\u201cthat he\u2019s going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldn\u2019t cut a boy off: no, not even Brittles here; not for all the plate in the county, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s not the point,\u201d said the doctor, mysteriously. \u201cMr. Giles, are you a Protestant?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir, I hope so,\u201d faltered Mr. Giles, who had turned very pale.\n\n\u201cAnd what are you, boy?\u201d said the doctor, turning sharply upon Brittles.\n\n\u201cLord bless me, sir!\u201d replied Brittles, starting violently; \u201cI\u2019m the same as Mr. Giles, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen tell me this,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cboth of you, both of you! Are you going to take upon yourselves to swear, that that boy upstairs is the boy that was put through the little window last night? Out with it! Come! We are prepared for you!\u201d\n\nThe doctor, who was universally considered one of the best-tempered creatures on earth, made this demand in such a dreadful tone of anger, that Giles and Brittles, who were considerably muddled by ale and excitement, stared at each other in a state of stupefaction."}, {"quote": "\u201cboth of you, both of you! Are you going to take upon yourselves to swear, that that boy upstairs is the boy that was put through the little window last night? Out with it! Come! We are prepared for you!\u201d", "context": "\u201cthat he\u2019s going to die. If I thought it, I should never be happy again. I wouldn\u2019t cut a boy off: no, not even Brittles here; not for all the plate in the county, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s not the point,\u201d said the doctor, mysteriously. \u201cMr. Giles, are you a Protestant?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir, I hope so,\u201d faltered Mr. Giles, who had turned very pale.\n\n\u201cAnd what are you, boy?\u201d said the doctor, turning sharply upon Brittles.\n\n\u201cLord bless me, sir!\u201d replied Brittles, starting violently; \u201cI\u2019m the same as Mr. Giles, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen tell me this,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cboth of you, both of you! Are you going to take upon yourselves to swear, that that boy upstairs is the boy that was put through the little window last night? Out with it! Come! We are prepared for you!\u201d\n\nThe doctor, who was universally considered one of the best-tempered creatures on earth, made this demand in such a dreadful tone of anger, that Giles and Brittles, who were considerably muddled by ale and excitement, stared at each other in a state of stupefaction.\n\n\u201cPay attention to the reply, constable, will you?\u201d said the doctor, shaking his forefinger with great solemnity of manner, and tapping the bridge of his nose with it, to bespeak the exercise of that worthy\u2019s utmost acuteness."}, {"quote": "\u201cPay attention to the reply, constable, will you?", "context": "\u201cboth of you, both of you! Are you going to take upon yourselves to swear, that that boy upstairs is the boy that was put through the little window last night? Out with it! Come! We are prepared for you!\u201d\n\nThe doctor, who was universally considered one of the best-tempered creatures on earth, made this demand in such a dreadful tone of anger, that Giles and Brittles, who were considerably muddled by ale and excitement, stared at each other in a state of stupefaction.\n\n\u201cPay attention to the reply, constable, will you?\u201d said the doctor, shaking his forefinger with great solemnity of manner, and tapping the bridge of his nose with it, to bespeak the exercise of that worthy\u2019s utmost acuteness. \u201cSomething may come of this before long.\u201d\n\nThe constable looked as wise as he could, and took up his staff of office: which had been reclining indolently in the chimney-corner.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s a simple question of identity, you will observe,\u201d said the doctor.\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s what it is, sir"}, {"quote": "\u201cSomething may come of this before long.\u201d", "context": "The doctor, who was universally considered one of the best-tempered creatures on earth, made this demand in such a dreadful tone of anger, that Giles and Brittles, who were considerably muddled by ale and excitement, stared at each other in a state of stupefaction.\n\n\u201cPay attention to the reply, constable, will you?\u201d said the doctor, shaking his forefinger with great solemnity of manner, and tapping the bridge of his nose with it, to bespeak the exercise of that worthy\u2019s utmost acuteness. \u201cSomething may come of this before long.\u201d\n\nThe constable looked as wise as he could, and took up his staff of office: which had been reclining indolently in the chimney-corner.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s a simple question of identity, you will observe,\u201d said the doctor.\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s what it is, sir,\u201d replied the constable, coughing with great violence; for he had finished his ale in a hurry, and some of it had gone the wrong way.\n\n\u201cHere\u2019s the house broken into,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cand a couple of men catch one moment\u2019s glimpse of a boy, in the midst of gunpowder smoke, and in all the distraction of alarm and darkness. Here\u2019s a boy comes to that very same house, next morning, and because he happens to have his arm tied up, these men lay violent hands upon him \u2014 by doing which, they place his life in great danger \u2014 and swear he is the thief. Now, the question is, whether these men are justified by the fact; if not, in what situation do they place themselves?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt\u2019s a simple question of identity, you will observe,", "context": "The doctor, who was universally considered one of the best-tempered creatures on earth, made this demand in such a dreadful tone of anger, that Giles and Brittles, who were considerably muddled by ale and excitement, stared at each other in a state of stupefaction.\n\n\u201cPay attention to the reply, constable, will you?\u201d said the doctor, shaking his forefinger with great solemnity of manner, and tapping the bridge of his nose with it, to bespeak the exercise of that worthy\u2019s utmost acuteness. \u201cSomething may come of this before long.\u201d\n\nThe constable looked as wise as he could, and took up his staff of office: which had been reclining indolently in the chimney-corner.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s a simple question of identity, you will observe,\u201d said the doctor.\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s what it is, sir,\u201d replied the constable, coughing with great violence; for he had finished his ale in a hurry, and some of it had gone the wrong way.\n\n\u201cHere\u2019s the house broken into,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cand a couple of men catch one moment\u2019s glimpse of a boy, in the midst of gunpowder smoke, and in all the distraction of alarm and darkness. Here\u2019s a boy comes to that very same house, next morning, and because he happens to have his arm tied up, these men lay violent hands upon him \u2014 by doing which, they place his life in great danger \u2014 and swear he is the thief. Now, the question is, whether these men are justified by the fact; if not, in what situation do they place themselves?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThat\u2019s what it is, sir,", "context": "\u201cPay attention to the reply, constable, will you?\u201d said the doctor, shaking his forefinger with great solemnity of manner, and tapping the bridge of his nose with it, to bespeak the exercise of that worthy\u2019s utmost acuteness. \u201cSomething may come of this before long.\u201d\n\nThe constable looked as wise as he could, and took up his staff of office: which had been reclining indolently in the chimney-corner.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s a simple question of identity, you will observe,\u201d said the doctor.\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s what it is, sir,\u201d replied the constable, coughing with great violence; for he had finished his ale in a hurry, and some of it had gone the wrong way.\n\n\u201cHere\u2019s the house broken into,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cand a couple of men catch one moment\u2019s glimpse of a boy, in the midst of gunpowder smoke, and in all the distraction of alarm and darkness. Here\u2019s a boy comes to that very same house, next morning, and because he happens to have his arm tied up, these men lay violent hands upon him \u2014 by doing which, they place his life in great danger \u2014 and swear he is the thief. Now, the question is, whether these men are justified by the fact; if not, in what situation do they place themselves?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cHere\u2019s the house broken into,", "context": "\u201d said the doctor, shaking his forefinger with great solemnity of manner, and tapping the bridge of his nose with it, to bespeak the exercise of that worthy\u2019s utmost acuteness. \u201cSomething may come of this before long.\u201d\n\nThe constable looked as wise as he could, and took up his staff of office: which had been reclining indolently in the chimney-corner.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s a simple question of identity, you will observe,\u201d said the doctor.\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s what it is, sir,\u201d replied the constable, coughing with great violence; for he had finished his ale in a hurry, and some of it had gone the wrong way.\n\n\u201cHere\u2019s the house broken into,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cand a couple of men catch one moment\u2019s glimpse of a boy, in the midst of gunpowder smoke, and in all the distraction of alarm and darkness. Here\u2019s a boy comes to that very same house, next morning, and because he happens to have his arm tied up, these men lay violent hands upon him \u2014 by doing which, they place his life in great danger \u2014 and swear he is the thief. Now, the question is, whether these men are justified by the fact; if not, in what situation do they place themselves?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cand a couple of men catch one moment\u2019s glimpse of a boy, in the midst of gunpowder smoke, and in all the distraction of alarm and darkness. Here\u2019s a boy comes to that very same house, next morning, and because he happens to have his arm tied up, these men lay violent hands upon him \u2014 by doing which, they place his life in great danger \u2014 and swear he is the thief. Now, the question is, whether these men are justified by the fact; if not, in what situation do they place themselves?\u201d", "context": "\u201cSomething may come of this before long.\u201d\n\nThe constable looked as wise as he could, and took up his staff of office: which had been reclining indolently in the chimney-corner.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s a simple question of identity, you will observe,\u201d said the doctor.\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s what it is, sir,\u201d replied the constable, coughing with great violence; for he had finished his ale in a hurry, and some of it had gone the wrong way.\n\n\u201cHere\u2019s the house broken into,\u201d said the doctor, \u201cand a couple of men catch one moment\u2019s glimpse of a boy, in the midst of gunpowder smoke, and in all the distraction of alarm and darkness. Here\u2019s a boy comes to that very same house, next morning, and because he happens to have his arm tied up, these men lay violent hands upon him \u2014 by doing which, they place his life in great danger \u2014 and swear he is the thief. Now, the question is, whether these men are justified by the fact; if not, in what situation do they place themselves?\u201d\n\nThe constable nodded profoundly. He said, if that wasn\u2019t law, he would be glad to know what was.\n\n\u201cI ask you again,\u201d thundered the doctor, \u201care you, on your solemn oaths, able to identify that boy?\u201d\n\nBrittles looked doubtfully at Mr. Giles; Mr. Giles looked doubtfully at Brittles; the constable put his hand behind his ear, to catch the reply; the two women and the tinker leaned forward to listen; the doctor glanced keenly round; when a ring was heard at the gate, and at the same moment, the sound of wheels."}, {"quote": "\u201cI ask you again,", "context": "\u201cand a couple of men catch one moment\u2019s glimpse of a boy, in the midst of gunpowder smoke, and in all the distraction of alarm and darkness. Here\u2019s a boy comes to that very same house, next morning, and because he happens to have his arm tied up, these men lay violent hands upon him \u2014 by doing which, they place his life in great danger \u2014 and swear he is the thief. Now, the question is, whether these men are justified by the fact; if not, in what situation do they place themselves?\u201d\n\nThe constable nodded profoundly. He said, if that wasn\u2019t law, he would be glad to know what was.\n\n\u201cI ask you again,\u201d thundered the doctor, \u201care you, on your solemn oaths, able to identify that boy?\u201d\n\nBrittles looked doubtfully at Mr. Giles; Mr. Giles looked doubtfully at Brittles; the constable put his hand behind his ear, to catch the reply; the two women and the tinker leaned forward to listen; the doctor glanced keenly round; when a ring was heard at the gate, and at the same moment, the sound of wheels.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the runners!\u201d cried Brittles, to all appearance much relieved."}, {"quote": "\u201care you, on your solemn oaths, able to identify that boy?\u201d", "context": "\u201cand a couple of men catch one moment\u2019s glimpse of a boy, in the midst of gunpowder smoke, and in all the distraction of alarm and darkness. Here\u2019s a boy comes to that very same house, next morning, and because he happens to have his arm tied up, these men lay violent hands upon him \u2014 by doing which, they place his life in great danger \u2014 and swear he is the thief. Now, the question is, whether these men are justified by the fact; if not, in what situation do they place themselves?\u201d\n\nThe constable nodded profoundly. He said, if that wasn\u2019t law, he would be glad to know what was.\n\n\u201cI ask you again,\u201d thundered the doctor, \u201care you, on your solemn oaths, able to identify that boy?\u201d\n\nBrittles looked doubtfully at Mr. Giles; Mr. Giles looked doubtfully at Brittles; the constable put his hand behind his ear, to catch the reply; the two women and the tinker leaned forward to listen; the doctor glanced keenly round; when a ring was heard at the gate, and at the same moment, the sound of wheels.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the runners!\u201d cried Brittles, to all appearance much relieved.\n\n\u201cThe what?\u201d exclaimed the doctor, aghast in his turn."}, {"quote": "\u201cThe Bow Street officers, sir,", "context": "Brittles looked doubtfully at Mr. Giles; Mr. Giles looked doubtfully at Brittles; the constable put his hand behind his ear, to catch the reply; the two women and the tinker leaned forward to listen; the doctor glanced keenly round; when a ring was heard at the gate, and at the same moment, the sound of wheels.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the runners!\u201d cried Brittles, to all appearance much relieved.\n\n\u201cThe what?\u201d exclaimed the doctor, aghast in his turn.\n\n\u201cThe Bow Street officers, sir,\u201d replied Brittles, taking up a candle; \u201cme and Mr. Giles sent for \u2019em this morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d cried the doctor.\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d replied Brittles; \u201cI sent a message up by the coachman, and I only wonder they weren\u2019t here before, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou did, did you? Then confound your \u2014 slow coaches down here; that\u2019s all,\u201d said the doctor, walking away.\n\nCHAPTER XXXI. INVOLVES A CRITICAL POSITION\n\n\u201cWho\u2019s that?\u201d inquired Brittles, opening the door a little way, with the chain up, and peeping out, shading the candle with his hand."}, {"quote": "\u201cme and Mr. Giles sent for \u2019em this morning.\u201d", "context": "Brittles looked doubtfully at Mr. Giles; Mr. Giles looked doubtfully at Brittles; the constable put his hand behind his ear, to catch the reply; the two women and the tinker leaned forward to listen; the doctor glanced keenly round; when a ring was heard at the gate, and at the same moment, the sound of wheels.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the runners!\u201d cried Brittles, to all appearance much relieved.\n\n\u201cThe what?\u201d exclaimed the doctor, aghast in his turn.\n\n\u201cThe Bow Street officers, sir,\u201d replied Brittles, taking up a candle; \u201cme and Mr. Giles sent for \u2019em this morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d cried the doctor.\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d replied Brittles; \u201cI sent a message up by the coachman, and I only wonder they weren\u2019t here before, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou did, did you? Then confound your \u2014 slow coaches down here; that\u2019s all,\u201d said the doctor, walking away.\n\nCHAPTER XXXI. INVOLVES A CRITICAL POSITION\n\n\u201cWho\u2019s that?\u201d inquired Brittles, opening the door a little way, with the chain up, and peeping out, shading the candle with his hand."}, {"quote": "\u201cI sent a message up by the coachman, and I only wonder they weren\u2019t here before, sir.\u201d", "context": "Brittles looked doubtfully at Mr. Giles; Mr. Giles looked doubtfully at Brittles; the constable put his hand behind his ear, to catch the reply; the two women and the tinker leaned forward to listen; the doctor glanced keenly round; when a ring was heard at the gate, and at the same moment, the sound of wheels.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the runners!\u201d cried Brittles, to all appearance much relieved.\n\n\u201cThe what?\u201d exclaimed the doctor, aghast in his turn.\n\n\u201cThe Bow Street officers, sir,\u201d replied Brittles, taking up a candle; \u201cme and Mr. Giles sent for \u2019em this morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d cried the doctor.\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d replied Brittles; \u201cI sent a message up by the coachman, and I only wonder they weren\u2019t here before, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou did, did you? Then confound your \u2014 slow coaches down here; that\u2019s all,\u201d said the doctor, walking away.\n\nCHAPTER XXXI. INVOLVES A CRITICAL POSITION\n\n\u201cWho\u2019s that?\u201d inquired Brittles, opening the door a little way, with the chain up, and peeping out, shading the candle with his hand.\n\n\u201cOpen the door,\u201d replied a man outside; \u201cit\u2019s the officers from Bow Street, as was sent to today.\u201d\n\nMuch comforted by this assurance, Brittles opened the door to its full width, and confronted a portly man in a great-coat; who walked in, without saying anything more, and wiped his shoes on the mat, as coolly as if he lived there."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou did, did you? Then confound your \u2014 slow coaches down here; that\u2019s all,", "context": "Brittles looked doubtfully at Mr. Giles; Mr. Giles looked doubtfully at Brittles; the constable put his hand behind his ear, to catch the reply; the two women and the tinker leaned forward to listen; the doctor glanced keenly round; when a ring was heard at the gate, and at the same moment, the sound of wheels.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the runners!\u201d cried Brittles, to all appearance much relieved.\n\n\u201cThe what?\u201d exclaimed the doctor, aghast in his turn.\n\n\u201cThe Bow Street officers, sir,\u201d replied Brittles, taking up a candle; \u201cme and Mr. Giles sent for \u2019em this morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d cried the doctor.\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d replied Brittles; \u201cI sent a message up by the coachman, and I only wonder they weren\u2019t here before, sir.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou did, did you? Then confound your \u2014 slow coaches down here; that\u2019s all,\u201d said the doctor, walking away.\n\nCHAPTER XXXI. INVOLVES A CRITICAL POSITION\n\n\u201cWho\u2019s that?\u201d inquired Brittles, opening the door a little way, with the chain up, and peeping out, shading the candle with his hand.\n\n\u201cOpen the door,\u201d replied a man outside; \u201cit\u2019s the officers from Bow Street, as was sent to today.\u201d\n\nMuch comforted by this assurance, Brittles opened the door to its full width, and confronted a portly man in a great-coat; who walked in, without saying anything more, and wiped his shoes on the mat, as coolly as if he lived there."}, {"quote": "\u201cI ought to go in and read -- so many things to read -- ought to go in,", "context": "\u201cThat's nonsense! I don't care in the least for Erik! Not for any man. I want to be let alone, in a woman world -- a world without Main Street, or politicians, or business men, or men with that sudden beastly hungry look, that glistening unfrank expression that wives know -- -- \n\n\u201cIf Erik were here, if he would just sit quiet and kind and talk, I could be still, I could go to sleep.\n\n\u201cI am so tired. If I could sleep -- -- \u201d\n\nCHAPTER XXXI\n\nTHEIR night came unheralded.\n\nKennicott was on a country call. It was cool but Carol huddled on the porch, rocking, meditating, rocking. The house was lonely and repellent, and though she sighed, \u201cI ought to go in and read -- so many things to read -- ought to go in,\u201d she remained. Suddenly Erik was coming, turning in, swinging open the screen door, touching her hand.\n\n\u201cErik!\u201d\n\n\u201cSaw your husband driving out of town. Couldn't stand it.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell -- -- You mustn't stay more than five minutes.\u201d\n\n\u201cCouldn't stand not seeing you. Every day, towards evening, felt I had to see you -- pictured you so clear. I've been good though, staying away, haven't I!\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you must go on being good.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy must I?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cSaw your husband driving out of town. Couldn't stand it.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI am so tired. If I could sleep -- -- \u201d\n\nCHAPTER XXXI\n\nTHEIR night came unheralded.\n\nKennicott was on a country call. It was cool but Carol huddled on the porch, rocking, meditating, rocking. The house was lonely and repellent, and though she sighed, \u201cI ought to go in and read -- so many things to read -- ought to go in,\u201d she remained. Suddenly Erik was coming, turning in, swinging open the screen door, touching her hand.\n\n\u201cErik!\u201d\n\n\u201cSaw your husband driving out of town. Couldn't stand it.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell -- -- You mustn't stay more than five minutes.\u201d\n\n\u201cCouldn't stand not seeing you. Every day, towards evening, felt I had to see you -- pictured you so clear. I've been good though, staying away, haven't I!\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you must go on being good.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy must I?\u201d\n\n\u201cWe better not stay here on the porch. The Howlands across the street are such window-peepers, and Mrs. Bogart -- -- \u201d\n\nShe did not look at him but she could divine his tremulousness as he stumbled indoors. A moment ago the night had been coldly empty; now it was incalculable, hot, treacherous. But it is women who are the calm realists once they discard the fetishes of the premarital hunt. Carol was serene as she murmured,"}, {"quote": "\u201cWell -- -- You mustn't stay more than five minutes.\u201d", "context": "Kennicott was on a country call. It was cool but Carol huddled on the porch, rocking, meditating, rocking. The house was lonely and repellent, and though she sighed, \u201cI ought to go in and read -- so many things to read -- ought to go in,\u201d she remained. Suddenly Erik was coming, turning in, swinging open the screen door, touching her hand.\n\n\u201cErik!\u201d\n\n\u201cSaw your husband driving out of town. Couldn't stand it.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell -- -- You mustn't stay more than five minutes.\u201d\n\n\u201cCouldn't stand not seeing you. Every day, towards evening, felt I had to see you -- pictured you so clear. I've been good though, staying away, haven't I!\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you must go on being good.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy must I?\u201d\n\n\u201cWe better not stay here on the porch. The Howlands across the street are such window-peepers, and Mrs. Bogart -- -- \u201d\n\nShe did not look at him but she could divine his tremulousness as he stumbled indoors. A moment ago the night had been coldly empty; now it was incalculable, hot, treacherous. But it is women who are the calm realists once they discard the fetishes of the premarital hunt. Carol was serene as she murmured,"}, {"quote": "\u201cCouldn't stand not seeing you. Every day, towards evening, felt I had to see you -- pictured you so clear. I've been good though, staying away, haven't I!\u201d", "context": "Kennicott was on a country call. It was cool but Carol huddled on the porch, rocking, meditating, rocking. The house was lonely and repellent, and though she sighed, \u201cI ought to go in and read -- so many things to read -- ought to go in,\u201d she remained. Suddenly Erik was coming, turning in, swinging open the screen door, touching her hand.\n\n\u201cErik!\u201d\n\n\u201cSaw your husband driving out of town. Couldn't stand it.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell -- -- You mustn't stay more than five minutes.\u201d\n\n\u201cCouldn't stand not seeing you. Every day, towards evening, felt I had to see you -- pictured you so clear. I've been good though, staying away, haven't I!\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you must go on being good.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy must I?\u201d\n\n\u201cWe better not stay here on the porch. The Howlands across the street are such window-peepers, and Mrs. Bogart -- -- \u201d\n\nShe did not look at him but she could divine his tremulousness as he stumbled indoors. A moment ago the night had been coldly empty; now it was incalculable, hot, treacherous. But it is women who are the calm realists once they discard the fetishes of the premarital hunt. Carol was serene as she murmured,"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd you must go on being good.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI ought to go in and read -- so many things to read -- ought to go in,\u201d she remained. Suddenly Erik was coming, turning in, swinging open the screen door, touching her hand.\n\n\u201cErik!\u201d\n\n\u201cSaw your husband driving out of town. Couldn't stand it.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell -- -- You mustn't stay more than five minutes.\u201d\n\n\u201cCouldn't stand not seeing you. Every day, towards evening, felt I had to see you -- pictured you so clear. I've been good though, staying away, haven't I!\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you must go on being good.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy must I?\u201d\n\n\u201cWe better not stay here on the porch. The Howlands across the street are such window-peepers, and Mrs. Bogart -- -- \u201d\n\nShe did not look at him but she could divine his tremulousness as he stumbled indoors. A moment ago the night had been coldly empty; now it was incalculable, hot, treacherous. But it is women who are the calm realists once they discard the fetishes of the premarital hunt. Carol was serene as she murmured,"}, {"quote": "\u201cHungry? I have some little honey-colored cakes. You may have two, and then you must skip home.\u201d", "context": "\u201cWe better not stay here on the porch. The Howlands across the street are such window-peepers, and Mrs. Bogart -- -- \u201d\n\nShe did not look at him but she could divine his tremulousness as he stumbled indoors. A moment ago the night had been coldly empty; now it was incalculable, hot, treacherous. But it is women who are the calm realists once they discard the fetishes of the premarital hunt. Carol was serene as she murmured, \u201cHungry? I have some little honey-colored cakes. You may have two, and then you must skip home.\u201d\n\n\u201cTake me up and let me see Hugh asleep.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don't believe -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cJust a glimpse!\u201d\n\n\u201cWell -- -- \u201d\n\nShe doubtfully led the way to the hallroom-nursery. Their heads close, Erik's curls pleasant as they touched her cheek, they looked in at the baby. Hugh was pink with slumber. He had burrowed into his pillow with such energy that it was almost smothering him. Beside it was a celluloid rhinoceros; tight in his hand a torn picture of Old King Cole."}, {"quote": "\u201cTake me up and let me see Hugh asleep.\u201d", "context": "She did not look at him but she could divine his tremulousness as he stumbled indoors. A moment ago the night had been coldly empty; now it was incalculable, hot, treacherous. But it is women who are the calm realists once they discard the fetishes of the premarital hunt. Carol was serene as she murmured, \u201cHungry? I have some little honey-colored cakes. You may have two, and then you must skip home.\u201d\n\n\u201cTake me up and let me see Hugh asleep.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don't believe -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cJust a glimpse!\u201d\n\n\u201cWell -- -- \u201d\n\nShe doubtfully led the way to the hallroom-nursery. Their heads close, Erik's curls pleasant as they touched her cheek, they looked in at the baby. Hugh was pink with slumber. He had burrowed into his pillow with such energy that it was almost smothering him. Beside it was a celluloid rhinoceros; tight in his hand a torn picture of Old King Cole."}, {"quote": "\u201cCarol! You've told me about your own room. Let me peep in at it.\u201d", "context": "She doubtfully led the way to the hallroom-nursery. Their heads close, Erik's curls pleasant as they touched her cheek, they looked in at the baby. Hugh was pink with slumber. He had burrowed into his pillow with such energy that it was almost smothering him. Beside it was a celluloid rhinoceros; tight in his hand a torn picture of Old King Cole.\n\n\u201cShhh!\u201d said Carol, quite automatically. She tiptoed in to pat the pillow. As she returned to Erik she had a friendly sense of his waiting for her. They smiled at each other. She did not think of Kennicott, the baby's father. What she did think was that some one rather like Erik, an older and surer Erik, ought to be Hugh's father. The three of them would play -- incredible imaginative games.\n\n\u201cCarol! You've told me about your own room. Let me peep in at it.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you mustn't stay, not a second. We must go downstairs.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill you be good?\u201d\n\n\u201cR-reasonably!\u201d He was pale, large-eyed, serious.\n\n\u201cYou've got to be more than reasonably good!\u201d She felt sensible and superior; she was energetic about pushing open the door.\n\nKennicott had always seemed out of place there but Erik surprisingly harmonized with the spirit of the room as he stroked the books, glanced at the prints. He held out his hands. He came toward her. She was weak, betrayed to a warm softness. Her head was tilted back. Her eyes were closed. Her thoughts were formless but many-colored. She felt his kiss, diffident and reverent, on her eyelid."}, {"quote": "\u201cBut you mustn't stay, not a second. We must go downstairs.\u201d", "context": "\u201cShhh!\u201d said Carol, quite automatically. She tiptoed in to pat the pillow. As she returned to Erik she had a friendly sense of his waiting for her. They smiled at each other. She did not think of Kennicott, the baby's father. What she did think was that some one rather like Erik, an older and surer Erik, ought to be Hugh's father. The three of them would play -- incredible imaginative games.\n\n\u201cCarol! You've told me about your own room. Let me peep in at it.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you mustn't stay, not a second. We must go downstairs.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill you be good?\u201d\n\n\u201cR-reasonably!\u201d He was pale, large-eyed, serious.\n\n\u201cYou've got to be more than reasonably good!\u201d She felt sensible and superior; she was energetic about pushing open the door.\n\nKennicott had always seemed out of place there but Erik surprisingly harmonized with the spirit of the room as he stroked the books, glanced at the prints. He held out his hands. He came toward her. She was weak, betrayed to a warm softness. Her head was tilted back. Her eyes were closed. Her thoughts were formless but many-colored. She felt his kiss, diffident and reverent, on her eyelid."}, {"quote": "\u201cWill you be good?\u201d", "context": "\u201cShhh!\u201d said Carol, quite automatically. She tiptoed in to pat the pillow. As she returned to Erik she had a friendly sense of his waiting for her. They smiled at each other. She did not think of Kennicott, the baby's father. What she did think was that some one rather like Erik, an older and surer Erik, ought to be Hugh's father. The three of them would play -- incredible imaginative games.\n\n\u201cCarol! You've told me about your own room. Let me peep in at it.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you mustn't stay, not a second. We must go downstairs.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill you be good?\u201d\n\n\u201cR-reasonably!\u201d He was pale, large-eyed, serious.\n\n\u201cYou've got to be more than reasonably good!\u201d She felt sensible and superior; she was energetic about pushing open the door.\n\nKennicott had always seemed out of place there but Erik surprisingly harmonized with the spirit of the room as he stroked the books, glanced at the prints. He held out his hands. He came toward her. She was weak, betrayed to a warm softness. Her head was tilted back. Her eyes were closed. Her thoughts were formless but many-colored. She felt his kiss, diffident and reverent, on her eyelid."}, {"quote": "\u201cR-reasonably!", "context": "\u201cShhh!\u201d said Carol, quite automatically. She tiptoed in to pat the pillow. As she returned to Erik she had a friendly sense of his waiting for her. They smiled at each other. She did not think of Kennicott, the baby's father. What she did think was that some one rather like Erik, an older and surer Erik, ought to be Hugh's father. The three of them would play -- incredible imaginative games.\n\n\u201cCarol! You've told me about your own room. Let me peep in at it.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you mustn't stay, not a second. We must go downstairs.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill you be good?\u201d\n\n\u201cR-reasonably!\u201d He was pale, large-eyed, serious.\n\n\u201cYou've got to be more than reasonably good!\u201d She felt sensible and superior; she was energetic about pushing open the door.\n\nKennicott had always seemed out of place there but Erik surprisingly harmonized with the spirit of the room as he stroked the books, glanced at the prints. He held out his hands. He came toward her. She was weak, betrayed to a warm softness. Her head was tilted back. Her eyes were closed. Her thoughts were formless but many-colored. She felt his kiss, diffident and reverent, on her eyelid."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou've got to be more than reasonably good!", "context": "\u201cShhh!\u201d said Carol, quite automatically. She tiptoed in to pat the pillow. As she returned to Erik she had a friendly sense of his waiting for her. They smiled at each other. She did not think of Kennicott, the baby's father. What she did think was that some one rather like Erik, an older and surer Erik, ought to be Hugh's father. The three of them would play -- incredible imaginative games.\n\n\u201cCarol! You've told me about your own room. Let me peep in at it.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut you mustn't stay, not a second. We must go downstairs.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill you be good?\u201d\n\n\u201cR-reasonably!\u201d He was pale, large-eyed, serious.\n\n\u201cYou've got to be more than reasonably good!\u201d She felt sensible and superior; she was energetic about pushing open the door.\n\nKennicott had always seemed out of place there but Erik surprisingly harmonized with the spirit of the room as he stroked the books, glanced at the prints. He held out his hands. He came toward her. She was weak, betrayed to a warm softness. Her head was tilted back. Her eyes were closed. Her thoughts were formless but many-colored. She felt his kiss, diffident and reverent, on her eyelid."}, {"quote": "\u201cI am fond of you,", "context": "Kennicott had always seemed out of place there but Erik surprisingly harmonized with the spirit of the room as he stroked the books, glanced at the prints. He held out his hands. He came toward her. She was weak, betrayed to a warm softness. Her head was tilted back. Her eyes were closed. Her thoughts were formless but many-colored. She felt his kiss, diffident and reverent, on her eyelid.\n\nThen she knew that it was impossible.\n\nShe shook herself. She sprang from him. \u201cPlease!\u201d she said sharply.\n\nHe looked at her unyielding.\n\n\u201cI am fond of you,\u201d she said. \u201cDon't spoil everything. Be my friend.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow many thousands and millions of women must have said that! And now you! And it doesn't spoil everything. It glorifies everything.\u201d\n\n\u201cDear, I do think there's a tiny streak of fairy in you -- whatever you do with it. Perhaps I'd have loved that once. But I won't. It's too late. But I'll keep a fondness for you. Impersonal -- I will be impersonal! It needn't be just a thin talky fondness. You do need me, don't you? Only you and my son need me. I've wanted so to be wanted! Once I wanted love to be given to me. Now I'll be content if I can give. . . . Almost content!"}, {"quote": "\u201cDon't spoil everything. Be my friend.\u201d", "context": "Kennicott had always seemed out of place there but Erik surprisingly harmonized with the spirit of the room as he stroked the books, glanced at the prints. He held out his hands. He came toward her. She was weak, betrayed to a warm softness. Her head was tilted back. Her eyes were closed. Her thoughts were formless but many-colored. She felt his kiss, diffident and reverent, on her eyelid.\n\nThen she knew that it was impossible.\n\nShe shook herself. She sprang from him. \u201cPlease!\u201d she said sharply.\n\nHe looked at her unyielding.\n\n\u201cI am fond of you,\u201d she said. \u201cDon't spoil everything. Be my friend.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow many thousands and millions of women must have said that! And now you! And it doesn't spoil everything. It glorifies everything.\u201d\n\n\u201cDear, I do think there's a tiny streak of fairy in you -- whatever you do with it. Perhaps I'd have loved that once. But I won't. It's too late. But I'll keep a fondness for you. Impersonal -- I will be impersonal! It needn't be just a thin talky fondness. You do need me, don't you? Only you and my son need me. I've wanted so to be wanted! Once I wanted love to be given to me. Now I'll be content if I can give. . . . Almost content!"}, {"quote": "\u201cHow many thousands and millions of women must have said that! And now you! And it doesn't spoil everything. It glorifies everything.\u201d", "context": "Kennicott had always seemed out of place there but Erik surprisingly harmonized with the spirit of the room as he stroked the books, glanced at the prints. He held out his hands. He came toward her. She was weak, betrayed to a warm softness. Her head was tilted back. Her eyes were closed. Her thoughts were formless but many-colored. She felt his kiss, diffident and reverent, on her eyelid.\n\nThen she knew that it was impossible.\n\nShe shook herself. She sprang from him. \u201cPlease!\u201d she said sharply.\n\nHe looked at her unyielding.\n\n\u201cI am fond of you,\u201d she said. \u201cDon't spoil everything. Be my friend.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow many thousands and millions of women must have said that! And now you! And it doesn't spoil everything. It glorifies everything.\u201d\n\n\u201cDear, I do think there's a tiny streak of fairy in you -- whatever you do with it. Perhaps I'd have loved that once. But I won't. It's too late. But I'll keep a fondness for you. Impersonal -- I will be impersonal! It needn't be just a thin talky fondness. You do need me, don't you? Only you and my son need me. I've wanted so to be wanted! Once I wanted love to be given to me. Now I'll be content if I can give. . . . Almost content!"}, {"quote": "\u201cCarol! Stop! You do love me!\u201d", "context": "\u201cDear, I do think there's a tiny streak of fairy in you -- whatever you do with it. Perhaps I'd have loved that once. But I won't. It's too late. But I'll keep a fondness for you. Impersonal -- I will be impersonal! It needn't be just a thin talky fondness. You do need me, don't you? Only you and my son need me. I've wanted so to be wanted! Once I wanted love to be given to me. Now I'll be content if I can give. . . . Almost content!\n\n\u201cWe women, we like to do things for men. Poor men! We swoop on you when you're defenseless and fuss over you and insist on reforming you. But it's so pitifully deep in us. You'll be the one thing in which I haven't failed. Do something definite! Even if it's just selling cottons. Sell beautiful cottons -- caravans from China -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cCarol! Stop! You do love me!\u201d\n\n\u201cI do not! It's just -- -- Can't you understand? Everything crushes in on me so, all the gaping dull people, and I look for a way out -- -- Please go. I can't stand any more. Please!\u201d\n\nHe was gone. And she was not relieved by the quiet of the house. She was empty and the house was empty and she needed him. She wanted to go on talking, to get this threshed out, to build a sane friendship. She wavered down to the living-room, looked out of the bay-window. He was not to be seen. But Mrs. Westlake was. She was walking past, and in the light from the corner arc-lamp she quickly inspected the porch, the windows. Carol dropped the curtain, stood with movement and reflection paralyzed. Automatically, without reasoning, she mumbled,"}, {"quote": "\u201cI do not! It's just -- -- Can't you understand? Everything crushes in on me so, all the gaping dull people, and I look for a way out -- -- Please go. I can't stand any more. Please!\u201d", "context": "\u201cDear, I do think there's a tiny streak of fairy in you -- whatever you do with it. Perhaps I'd have loved that once. But I won't. It's too late. But I'll keep a fondness for you. Impersonal -- I will be impersonal! It needn't be just a thin talky fondness. You do need me, don't you? Only you and my son need me. I've wanted so to be wanted! Once I wanted love to be given to me. Now I'll be content if I can give. . . . Almost content!\n\n\u201cWe women, we like to do things for men. Poor men! We swoop on you when you're defenseless and fuss over you and insist on reforming you. But it's so pitifully deep in us. You'll be the one thing in which I haven't failed. Do something definite! Even if it's just selling cottons. Sell beautiful cottons -- caravans from China -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cCarol! Stop! You do love me!\u201d\n\n\u201cI do not! It's just -- -- Can't you understand? Everything crushes in on me so, all the gaping dull people, and I look for a way out -- -- Please go. I can't stand any more. Please!\u201d\n\nHe was gone. And she was not relieved by the quiet of the house. She was empty and the house was empty and she needed him. She wanted to go on talking, to get this threshed out, to build a sane friendship. She wavered down to the living-room, looked out of the bay-window. He was not to be seen. But Mrs. Westlake was. She was walking past, and in the light from the corner arc-lamp she quickly inspected the porch, the windows. Carol dropped the curtain, stood with movement and reflection paralyzed. Automatically, without reasoning, she mumbled,"}, {"quote": "\u201cI will see him again soon and make him understand we must be friends. But -- -- The house is so empty. It echoes so.\u201d", "context": "He was gone. And she was not relieved by the quiet of the house. She was empty and the house was empty and she needed him. She wanted to go on talking, to get this threshed out, to build a sane friendship. She wavered down to the living-room, looked out of the bay-window. He was not to be seen. But Mrs. Westlake was. She was walking past, and in the light from the corner arc-lamp she quickly inspected the porch, the windows. Carol dropped the curtain, stood with movement and reflection paralyzed. Automatically, without reasoning, she mumbled, \u201cI will see him again soon and make him understand we must be friends. But -- -- The house is so empty. It echoes so.\u201d\n\nII\n\nKennicott had seemed nervous and absent-minded through that supper-hour, two evenings after. He prowled about the living-room, then growled:\n\n\u201cWhat the dickens have you been saying to Ma Westlake?\u201d\n\nCarol's book rattled. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d\n\n\u201cI told you that Westlake and his wife were jealous of us, and here you been chumming up to them and -- -- From what Dave tells me, Ma Westlake has been going around town saying you told her that you hate Aunt Bessie, and that you fixed up your own room because I snore, and you said Bjornstam was too good for Bea, and then, just recent, that you were sore on the town because we don't all go down on our knees and beg this Valborg fellow to come take supper with us. God only knows what else she says you said.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat the dickens have you been saying to Ma Westlake?\u201d", "context": "He was gone. And she was not relieved by the quiet of the house. She was empty and the house was empty and she needed him. She wanted to go on talking, to get this threshed out, to build a sane friendship. She wavered down to the living-room, looked out of the bay-window. He was not to be seen. But Mrs. Westlake was. She was walking past, and in the light from the corner arc-lamp she quickly inspected the porch, the windows. Carol dropped the curtain, stood with movement and reflection paralyzed. Automatically, without reasoning, she mumbled, \u201cI will see him again soon and make him understand we must be friends. But -- -- The house is so empty. It echoes so.\u201d\n\nII\n\nKennicott had seemed nervous and absent-minded through that supper-hour, two evenings after. He prowled about the living-room, then growled:\n\n\u201cWhat the dickens have you been saying to Ma Westlake?\u201d\n\nCarol's book rattled. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d\n\n\u201cI told you that Westlake and his wife were jealous of us, and here you been chumming up to them and -- -- From what Dave tells me, Ma Westlake has been going around town saying you told her that you hate Aunt Bessie, and that you fixed up your own room because I snore, and you said Bjornstam was too good for Bea, and then, just recent, that you were sore on the town because we don't all go down on our knees and beg this Valborg fellow to come take supper with us. God only knows what else she says you said.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI told you that Westlake and his wife were jealous of us, and here you been chumming up to them and -- -- From what Dave tells me, Ma Westlake has been going around town saying you told her that you hate Aunt Bessie, and that you fixed up your own room because I snore, and you said Bjornstam was too good for Bea, and then, just recent, that you were sore on the town because we don't all go down on our knees and beg this Valborg fellow to come take supper with us. God only knows what else she says you said.\u201d", "context": "He was gone. And she was not relieved by the quiet of the house. She was empty and the house was empty and she needed him. She wanted to go on talking, to get this threshed out, to build a sane friendship. She wavered down to the living-room, looked out of the bay-window. He was not to be seen. But Mrs. Westlake was. She was walking past, and in the light from the corner arc-lamp she quickly inspected the porch, the windows. Carol dropped the curtain, stood with movement and reflection paralyzed. Automatically, without reasoning, she mumbled, \u201cI will see him again soon and make him understand we must be friends. But -- -- The house is so empty. It echoes so.\u201d\n\nII\n\nKennicott had seemed nervous and absent-minded through that supper-hour, two evenings after. He prowled about the living-room, then growled:\n\n\u201cWhat the dickens have you been saying to Ma Westlake?\u201d\n\nCarol's book rattled. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d\n\n\u201cI told you that Westlake and his wife were jealous of us, and here you been chumming up to them and -- -- From what Dave tells me, Ma Westlake has been going around town saying you told her that you hate Aunt Bessie, and that you fixed up your own room because I snore, and you said Bjornstam was too good for Bea, and then, just recent, that you were sore on the town because we don't all go down on our knees and beg this Valborg fellow to come take supper with us. God only knows what else she says you said.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt's not true, any of it! I did like Mrs. Westlake, and I've called on her, and apparently she's gone and twisted everything I've said -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cSure. Of course she would. Didn't I tell you she would? She's an old cat, like her pussyfooting, hand-holding husband. Lord, if I was sick, I'd rather have a faith-healer than Westlake, and she's another slice off the same bacon. What I can't understand though -- -- \u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI know. You told me. But she was so motherly. And I didn't have any woman -- -- Vida 's become so married and proprietary.\u201d", "context": "\u201cSure. Of course she would. Didn't I tell you she would? She's an old cat, like her pussyfooting, hand-holding husband. Lord, if I was sick, I'd rather have a faith-healer than Westlake, and she's another slice off the same bacon. What I can't understand though -- -- \u201d\n\nShe waited, taut.\n\n\u201c -- -- is whatever possessed you to let her pump you, bright a girl as you are. I don't care what you told her -- we all get peeved sometimes and want to blow off steam, that's natural -- but if you wanted to keep it dark, why didn't you advertise it in the Dauntless, or get a megaphone and stand on top of the hotel and holler, or do anything besides spill it to her!\u201d\n\n\u201cI know. You told me. But she was so motherly. And I didn't have any woman -- -- Vida 's become so married and proprietary.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, next time you'll have better sense.\u201d\n\nHe patted her head, flumped down behind his newspaper, said nothing more.\n\nEnemies leered through the windows, stole on her from the hall. She had no one save Erik. This kind good man Kennicott -- he was an elder brother. It was Erik, her fellow outcast, to whom she wanted to run for sanctuary. Through her storm she was, to the eye, sitting quietly with her fingers between the pages of a baby-blue book on home-dressmaking. But her dismay at Mrs. Westlake's treachery had risen to active dread. What had the woman said of her and Erik? What did she know? What had she seen? Who else would join in the baying hunt? Who else had seen her with Erik? What had she to fear from the Dyers, Cy Bogart, Juanita, Aunt Bessie? What precisely had she answered to Mrs. Bogart's questioning?"}, {"quote": "\u201cWell, next time you'll have better sense.\u201d", "context": "\u201c -- -- is whatever possessed you to let her pump you, bright a girl as you are. I don't care what you told her -- we all get peeved sometimes and want to blow off steam, that's natural -- but if you wanted to keep it dark, why didn't you advertise it in the Dauntless, or get a megaphone and stand on top of the hotel and holler, or do anything besides spill it to her!\u201d\n\n\u201cI know. You told me. But she was so motherly. And I didn't have any woman -- -- Vida 's become so married and proprietary.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, next time you'll have better sense.\u201d\n\nHe patted her head, flumped down behind his newspaper, said nothing more.\n\nEnemies leered through the windows, stole on her from the hall. She had no one save Erik. This kind good man Kennicott -- he was an elder brother. It was Erik, her fellow outcast, to whom she wanted to run for sanctuary. Through her storm she was, to the eye, sitting quietly with her fingers between the pages of a baby-blue book on home-dressmaking. But her dismay at Mrs. Westlake's treachery had risen to active dread. What had the woman said of her and Erik? What did she know? What had she seen? Who else would join in the baying hunt? Who else had seen her with Erik? What had she to fear from the Dyers, Cy Bogart, Juanita, Aunt Bessie? What precisely had she answered to Mrs. Bogart's questioning?"}, {"quote": "\u201cI mustn't ever see Erik again.", "context": "Enemies leered through the windows, stole on her from the hall. She had no one save Erik. This kind good man Kennicott -- he was an elder brother. It was Erik, her fellow outcast, to whom she wanted to run for sanctuary. Through her storm she was, to the eye, sitting quietly with her fingers between the pages of a baby-blue book on home-dressmaking. But her dismay at Mrs. Westlake's treachery had risen to active dread. What had the woman said of her and Erik? What did she know? What had she seen? Who else would join in the baying hunt? Who else had seen her with Erik? What had she to fear from the Dyers, Cy Bogart, Juanita, Aunt Bessie? What precisely had she answered to Mrs. Bogart's questioning?\n\nAll next day she was too restless to stay home, yet as she walked the streets on fictitious errands she was afraid of every person she met. She waited for them to speak; waited with foreboding. She repeated, \u201cI mustn't ever see Erik again.\u201d But the words did not register. She had no ecstatic indulgence in the sense of guilt which is, to the women of Main Street, the surest escape from blank tediousness.\n\nAt five, crumpled in a chair in the living-room, she started at the sound of the bell. Some one opened the door. She waited, uneasy. Vida Sherwin charged into the room. \u201cHere's the one person I can trust!\u201d Carol rejoiced.\n\nVida was serious but affectionate. She bustled at Carol with,"}, {"quote": "\u201cHere's the one person I can trust!", "context": "All next day she was too restless to stay home, yet as she walked the streets on fictitious errands she was afraid of every person she met. She waited for them to speak; waited with foreboding. She repeated, \u201cI mustn't ever see Erik again.\u201d But the words did not register. She had no ecstatic indulgence in the sense of guilt which is, to the women of Main Street, the surest escape from blank tediousness.\n\nAt five, crumpled in a chair in the living-room, she started at the sound of the bell. Some one opened the door. She waited, uneasy. Vida Sherwin charged into the room. \u201cHere's the one person I can trust!\u201d Carol rejoiced.\n\nVida was serious but affectionate. She bustled at Carol with, \u201cOh, there you are, dearie, so glad t' find you in, sit down, want to talk to you.\u201d\n\nCarol sat, obedient.\n\nVida fussily tugged over a large chair and launched out:\n\n\u201cI've been hearing vague rumors you were interested in this Erik Valborg. I knew you couldn't be guilty, and I'm surer than ever of it now. Here we are, as blooming as a daisy.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cOh, there you are, dearie, so glad t' find you in, sit down, want to talk to you.\u201d", "context": "\u201d But the words did not register. She had no ecstatic indulgence in the sense of guilt which is, to the women of Main Street, the surest escape from blank tediousness.\n\nAt five, crumpled in a chair in the living-room, she started at the sound of the bell. Some one opened the door. She waited, uneasy. Vida Sherwin charged into the room. \u201cHere's the one person I can trust!\u201d Carol rejoiced.\n\nVida was serious but affectionate. She bustled at Carol with, \u201cOh, there you are, dearie, so glad t' find you in, sit down, want to talk to you.\u201d\n\nCarol sat, obedient.\n\nVida fussily tugged over a large chair and launched out:\n\n\u201cI've been hearing vague rumors you were interested in this Erik Valborg. I knew you couldn't be guilty, and I'm surer than ever of it now. Here we are, as blooming as a daisy.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow does a respectable matron look when she feels guilty?\u201d\n\nCarol sounded resentful.\n\n\u201cWhy -- -- Oh, it would show! Besides! I know that you, of all people, are the one that can appreciate Dr. Will.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI've been hearing vague rumors you were interested in this Erik Valborg. I knew you couldn't be guilty, and I'm surer than ever of it now. Here we are, as blooming as a daisy.\u201d", "context": "At five, crumpled in a chair in the living-room, she started at the sound of the bell. Some one opened the door. She waited, uneasy. Vida Sherwin charged into the room. \u201cHere's the one person I can trust!\u201d Carol rejoiced.\n\nVida was serious but affectionate. She bustled at Carol with, \u201cOh, there you are, dearie, so glad t' find you in, sit down, want to talk to you.\u201d\n\nCarol sat, obedient.\n\nVida fussily tugged over a large chair and launched out:\n\n\u201cI've been hearing vague rumors you were interested in this Erik Valborg. I knew you couldn't be guilty, and I'm surer than ever of it now. Here we are, as blooming as a daisy.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow does a respectable matron look when she feels guilty?\u201d\n\nCarol sounded resentful.\n\n\u201cWhy -- -- Oh, it would show! Besides! I know that you, of all people, are the one that can appreciate Dr. Will.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat have you been hearing?\u201d\n\n\u201cNothing, really. I just heard Mrs. Bogart say she'd seen you and Valborg walking together a lot.\u201d Vida's chirping slackened. She looked at her nails. \u201cBut -- -- I suspect you do like Valborg. Oh, I don't mean in any wrong way. But you're young; you don't know what an innocent liking might drift into. You always pretend to be so sophisticated and all, but you're a baby. Just because you are so innocent, you don't know what evil thoughts may lurk in that fellow's brain.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cHow does a respectable matron look when she feels guilty?\u201d", "context": "Vida was serious but affectionate. She bustled at Carol with, \u201cOh, there you are, dearie, so glad t' find you in, sit down, want to talk to you.\u201d\n\nCarol sat, obedient.\n\nVida fussily tugged over a large chair and launched out:\n\n\u201cI've been hearing vague rumors you were interested in this Erik Valborg. I knew you couldn't be guilty, and I'm surer than ever of it now. Here we are, as blooming as a daisy.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow does a respectable matron look when she feels guilty?\u201d\n\nCarol sounded resentful.\n\n\u201cWhy -- -- Oh, it would show! Besides! I know that you, of all people, are the one that can appreciate Dr. Will.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat have you been hearing?\u201d\n\n\u201cNothing, really. I just heard Mrs. Bogart say she'd seen you and Valborg walking together a lot.\u201d Vida's chirping slackened. She looked at her nails. \u201cBut -- -- I suspect you do like Valborg. Oh, I don't mean in any wrong way. But you're young; you don't know what an innocent liking might drift into. You always pretend to be so sophisticated and all, but you're a baby. Just because you are so innocent, you don't know what evil thoughts may lurk in that fellow's brain.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhy -- -- Oh, it would show! Besides! I know that you, of all people, are the one that can appreciate Dr. Will.\u201d", "context": "\u201cOh, there you are, dearie, so glad t' find you in, sit down, want to talk to you.\u201d\n\nCarol sat, obedient.\n\nVida fussily tugged over a large chair and launched out:\n\n\u201cI've been hearing vague rumors you were interested in this Erik Valborg. I knew you couldn't be guilty, and I'm surer than ever of it now. Here we are, as blooming as a daisy.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow does a respectable matron look when she feels guilty?\u201d\n\nCarol sounded resentful.\n\n\u201cWhy -- -- Oh, it would show! Besides! I know that you, of all people, are the one that can appreciate Dr. Will.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat have you been hearing?\u201d\n\n\u201cNothing, really. I just heard Mrs. Bogart say she'd seen you and Valborg walking together a lot.\u201d Vida's chirping slackened. She looked at her nails. \u201cBut -- -- I suspect you do like Valborg. Oh, I don't mean in any wrong way. But you're young; you don't know what an innocent liking might drift into. You always pretend to be so sophisticated and all, but you're a baby. Just because you are so innocent, you don't know what evil thoughts may lurk in that fellow's brain.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat have you been hearing?\u201d", "context": "Vida fussily tugged over a large chair and launched out:\n\n\u201cI've been hearing vague rumors you were interested in this Erik Valborg. I knew you couldn't be guilty, and I'm surer than ever of it now. Here we are, as blooming as a daisy.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow does a respectable matron look when she feels guilty?\u201d\n\nCarol sounded resentful.\n\n\u201cWhy -- -- Oh, it would show! Besides! I know that you, of all people, are the one that can appreciate Dr. Will.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat have you been hearing?\u201d\n\n\u201cNothing, really. I just heard Mrs. Bogart say she'd seen you and Valborg walking together a lot.\u201d Vida's chirping slackened. She looked at her nails. \u201cBut -- -- I suspect you do like Valborg. Oh, I don't mean in any wrong way. But you're young; you don't know what an innocent liking might drift into. You always pretend to be so sophisticated and all, but you're a baby. Just because you are so innocent, you don't know what evil thoughts may lurk in that fellow's brain.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNothing, really. I just heard Mrs. Bogart say she'd seen you and Valborg walking together a lot.", "context": "\u201cI've been hearing vague rumors you were interested in this Erik Valborg. I knew you couldn't be guilty, and I'm surer than ever of it now. Here we are, as blooming as a daisy.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow does a respectable matron look when she feels guilty?\u201d\n\nCarol sounded resentful.\n\n\u201cWhy -- -- Oh, it would show! Besides! I know that you, of all people, are the one that can appreciate Dr. Will.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat have you been hearing?\u201d\n\n\u201cNothing, really. I just heard Mrs. Bogart say she'd seen you and Valborg walking together a lot.\u201d Vida's chirping slackened. She looked at her nails. \u201cBut -- -- I suspect you do like Valborg. Oh, I don't mean in any wrong way. But you're young; you don't know what an innocent liking might drift into. You always pretend to be so sophisticated and all, but you're a baby. Just because you are so innocent, you don't know what evil thoughts may lurk in that fellow's brain.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou don't suppose Valborg could actually think about making love to me?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut -- -- I suspect you do like Valborg. Oh, I don't mean in any wrong way. But you're young; you don't know what an innocent liking might drift into. You always pretend to be so sophisticated and all, but you're a baby. Just because you are so innocent, you don't know what evil thoughts may lurk in that fellow's brain.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI've been hearing vague rumors you were interested in this Erik Valborg. I knew you couldn't be guilty, and I'm surer than ever of it now. Here we are, as blooming as a daisy.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow does a respectable matron look when she feels guilty?\u201d\n\nCarol sounded resentful.\n\n\u201cWhy -- -- Oh, it would show! Besides! I know that you, of all people, are the one that can appreciate Dr. Will.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat have you been hearing?\u201d\n\n\u201cNothing, really. I just heard Mrs. Bogart say she'd seen you and Valborg walking together a lot.\u201d Vida's chirping slackened. She looked at her nails. \u201cBut -- -- I suspect you do like Valborg. Oh, I don't mean in any wrong way. But you're young; you don't know what an innocent liking might drift into. You always pretend to be so sophisticated and all, but you're a baby. Just because you are so innocent, you don't know what evil thoughts may lurk in that fellow's brain.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou don't suppose Valborg could actually think about making love to me?\u201d\n\nHer rather cheap sport ended abruptly as Vida cried, with contorted face, \u201cWhat do you know about the thoughts in hearts? You just play at reforming the world. You don't know what it means to suffer.\u201d\n\nThere are two insults which no human being will endure: the assertion that he hasn't a sense of humor, and the doubly impertinent assertion that he has never known trouble. Carol said furiously, \u201cYou think I don't suffer? You think I've always had an easy -- -- \u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou don't suppose Valborg could actually think about making love to me?\u201d", "context": "\u201cNothing, really. I just heard Mrs. Bogart say she'd seen you and Valborg walking together a lot.\u201d Vida's chirping slackened. She looked at her nails. \u201cBut -- -- I suspect you do like Valborg. Oh, I don't mean in any wrong way. But you're young; you don't know what an innocent liking might drift into. You always pretend to be so sophisticated and all, but you're a baby. Just because you are so innocent, you don't know what evil thoughts may lurk in that fellow's brain.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou don't suppose Valborg could actually think about making love to me?\u201d\n\nHer rather cheap sport ended abruptly as Vida cried, with contorted face, \u201cWhat do you know about the thoughts in hearts? You just play at reforming the world. You don't know what it means to suffer.\u201d\n\nThere are two insults which no human being will endure: the assertion that he hasn't a sense of humor, and the doubly impertinent assertion that he has never known trouble. Carol said furiously, \u201cYou think I don't suffer? You think I've always had an easy -- -- \u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat do you know about the thoughts in hearts? You just play at reforming the world. You don't know what it means to suffer.\u201d", "context": "\u201cBut -- -- I suspect you do like Valborg. Oh, I don't mean in any wrong way. But you're young; you don't know what an innocent liking might drift into. You always pretend to be so sophisticated and all, but you're a baby. Just because you are so innocent, you don't know what evil thoughts may lurk in that fellow's brain.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou don't suppose Valborg could actually think about making love to me?\u201d\n\nHer rather cheap sport ended abruptly as Vida cried, with contorted face, \u201cWhat do you know about the thoughts in hearts? You just play at reforming the world. You don't know what it means to suffer.\u201d\n\nThere are two insults which no human being will endure: the assertion that he hasn't a sense of humor, and the doubly impertinent assertion that he has never known trouble. Carol said furiously, \u201cYou think I don't suffer? You think I've always had an easy -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cNo, you don't. I'm going to tell you something I've never told a living soul, not even Ray.\u201d The dam of repressed imagination which Vida had builded for years, which now, with Raymie off at the wars, she was building again, gave way."}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, you don't. I'm going to tell you something I've never told a living soul, not even Ray.", "context": "Her rather cheap sport ended abruptly as Vida cried, with contorted face, \u201cWhat do you know about the thoughts in hearts? You just play at reforming the world. You don't know what it means to suffer.\u201d\n\nThere are two insults which no human being will endure: the assertion that he hasn't a sense of humor, and the doubly impertinent assertion that he has never known trouble. Carol said furiously, \u201cYou think I don't suffer? You think I've always had an easy -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cNo, you don't. I'm going to tell you something I've never told a living soul, not even Ray.\u201d The dam of repressed imagination which Vida had builded for years, which now, with Raymie off at the wars, she was building again, gave way.\n\n\u201cI was -- I liked Will terribly well. One time at a party -- oh, before he met you, of course -- but we held hands, and we were so happy. But I didn't feel I was really suited to him. I let him go. Please don't think I still love him! I see now that Ray was predestined to be my mate. But because I liked him, I know how sincere and pure and noble Will is, and his thoughts never straying from the path of rectitude, and -- -- If I gave him up to you, at least you've got to appreciate him! We danced together and laughed so, and I gave him up, but -- -- This IS my affair! I'm NOT intruding! I see the whole thing as he does, because of all I've told you. Maybe it's shameless to bare my heart this way, but I do it for him -- for him and you!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI was -- I liked Will terribly well. One time at a party -- oh, before he met you, of course -- but we held hands, and we were so happy. But I didn't feel I was really suited to him. I let him go. Please don't think I still love him! I see now that Ray was predestined to be my mate. But because I liked him, I know how sincere and pure and noble Will is, and his thoughts never straying from the path of rectitude, and -- -- If I gave him up to you, at least you've got to appreciate him! We danced together and laughed so, and I gave him up, but -- -- This IS my affair! I'm NOT intruding! I see the whole thing as he does, because of all I've told you. Maybe it's shameless to bare my heart this way, but I do it for him -- for him and you!\u201d", "context": "There are two insults which no human being will endure: the assertion that he hasn't a sense of humor, and the doubly impertinent assertion that he has never known trouble. Carol said furiously, \u201cYou think I don't suffer? You think I've always had an easy -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cNo, you don't. I'm going to tell you something I've never told a living soul, not even Ray.\u201d The dam of repressed imagination which Vida had builded for years, which now, with Raymie off at the wars, she was building again, gave way.\n\n\u201cI was -- I liked Will terribly well. One time at a party -- oh, before he met you, of course -- but we held hands, and we were so happy. But I didn't feel I was really suited to him. I let him go. Please don't think I still love him! I see now that Ray was predestined to be my mate. But because I liked him, I know how sincere and pure and noble Will is, and his thoughts never straying from the path of rectitude, and -- -- If I gave him up to you, at least you've got to appreciate him! We danced together and laughed so, and I gave him up, but -- -- This IS my affair! I'm NOT intruding! I see the whole thing as he does, because of all I've told you. Maybe it's shameless to bare my heart this way, but I do it for him -- for him and you!\u201d\n\nCarol understood that Vida believed herself to have recited minutely and brazenly a story of intimate love; understood that, in alarm, she was trying to cover her shame as she struggled on, \u201cLiked him in the most honorable way -- simply can't help it if I still see things through his eyes -- -- If I gave him up, I certainly am not beyond my rights in demanding that you take care to avoid even the appearance of evil and -- -- \u201d She was weeping; an insignificant, flushed, ungracefully weeping woman."}, {"quote": "\u201cOh, I appreciate it so much,", "context": "Carol understood that Vida believed herself to have recited minutely and brazenly a story of intimate love; understood that, in alarm, she was trying to cover her shame as she struggled on, \u201cLiked him in the most honorable way -- simply can't help it if I still see things through his eyes -- -- If I gave him up, I certainly am not beyond my rights in demanding that you take care to avoid even the appearance of evil and -- -- \u201d She was weeping; an insignificant, flushed, ungracefully weeping woman.\n\nCarol could not endure it. She ran to Vida, kissed her forehead, comforted her with a murmur of dove-like sounds, sought to reassure her with worn and hastily assembled gifts of words: \u201cOh, I appreciate it so much,\u201d and \u201cYou are so fine and splendid,\u201d and \u201cLet me assure you there isn't a thing to what you've heard,\u201d and \u201cOh, indeed, I do know how sincere Will is, and as you say, so -- so sincere.\u201d\n\nVida believed that she had explained many deep and devious matters. She came out of her hysteria like a sparrow shaking off rain-drops. She sat up, and took advantage of her victory:\n\n\u201cI don't want to rub it in, but you can see for yourself now, this is all a result of your being so discontented and not appreciating the dear good people here. And another thing: People like you and me, who want to reform things, have to be particularly careful about appearances. Think how much better you can criticize conventional customs if you yourself live up to them, scrupulously. Then people can't say you're attacking them to excuse your own infractions.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou are so fine and splendid,", "context": "Carol understood that Vida believed herself to have recited minutely and brazenly a story of intimate love; understood that, in alarm, she was trying to cover her shame as she struggled on, \u201cLiked him in the most honorable way -- simply can't help it if I still see things through his eyes -- -- If I gave him up, I certainly am not beyond my rights in demanding that you take care to avoid even the appearance of evil and -- -- \u201d She was weeping; an insignificant, flushed, ungracefully weeping woman.\n\nCarol could not endure it. She ran to Vida, kissed her forehead, comforted her with a murmur of dove-like sounds, sought to reassure her with worn and hastily assembled gifts of words: \u201cOh, I appreciate it so much,\u201d and \u201cYou are so fine and splendid,\u201d and \u201cLet me assure you there isn't a thing to what you've heard,\u201d and \u201cOh, indeed, I do know how sincere Will is, and as you say, so -- so sincere.\u201d\n\nVida believed that she had explained many deep and devious matters. She came out of her hysteria like a sparrow shaking off rain-drops. She sat up, and took advantage of her victory:\n\n\u201cI don't want to rub it in, but you can see for yourself now, this is all a result of your being so discontented and not appreciating the dear good people here. And another thing: People like you and me, who want to reform things, have to be particularly careful about appearances. Think how much better you can criticize conventional customs if you yourself live up to them, scrupulously. Then people can't say you're attacking them to excuse your own infractions.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cLet me assure you there isn't a thing to what you've heard,", "context": "Carol understood that Vida believed herself to have recited minutely and brazenly a story of intimate love; understood that, in alarm, she was trying to cover her shame as she struggled on, \u201cLiked him in the most honorable way -- simply can't help it if I still see things through his eyes -- -- If I gave him up, I certainly am not beyond my rights in demanding that you take care to avoid even the appearance of evil and -- -- \u201d She was weeping; an insignificant, flushed, ungracefully weeping woman.\n\nCarol could not endure it. She ran to Vida, kissed her forehead, comforted her with a murmur of dove-like sounds, sought to reassure her with worn and hastily assembled gifts of words: \u201cOh, I appreciate it so much,\u201d and \u201cYou are so fine and splendid,\u201d and \u201cLet me assure you there isn't a thing to what you've heard,\u201d and \u201cOh, indeed, I do know how sincere Will is, and as you say, so -- so sincere.\u201d\n\nVida believed that she had explained many deep and devious matters. She came out of her hysteria like a sparrow shaking off rain-drops. She sat up, and took advantage of her victory:\n\n\u201cI don't want to rub it in, but you can see for yourself now, this is all a result of your being so discontented and not appreciating the dear good people here. And another thing: People like you and me, who want to reform things, have to be particularly careful about appearances. Think how much better you can criticize conventional customs if you yourself live up to them, scrupulously. Then people can't say you're attacking them to excuse your own infractions.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cOh, indeed, I do know how sincere Will is, and as you say, so -- so sincere.\u201d", "context": "Carol understood that Vida believed herself to have recited minutely and brazenly a story of intimate love; understood that, in alarm, she was trying to cover her shame as she struggled on, \u201cLiked him in the most honorable way -- simply can't help it if I still see things through his eyes -- -- If I gave him up, I certainly am not beyond my rights in demanding that you take care to avoid even the appearance of evil and -- -- \u201d She was weeping; an insignificant, flushed, ungracefully weeping woman.\n\nCarol could not endure it. She ran to Vida, kissed her forehead, comforted her with a murmur of dove-like sounds, sought to reassure her with worn and hastily assembled gifts of words: \u201cOh, I appreciate it so much,\u201d and \u201cYou are so fine and splendid,\u201d and \u201cLet me assure you there isn't a thing to what you've heard,\u201d and \u201cOh, indeed, I do know how sincere Will is, and as you say, so -- so sincere.\u201d\n\nVida believed that she had explained many deep and devious matters. She came out of her hysteria like a sparrow shaking off rain-drops. She sat up, and took advantage of her victory:\n\n\u201cI don't want to rub it in, but you can see for yourself now, this is all a result of your being so discontented and not appreciating the dear good people here. And another thing: People like you and me, who want to reform things, have to be particularly careful about appearances. Think how much better you can criticize conventional customs if you yourself live up to them, scrupulously. Then people can't say you're attacking them to excuse your own infractions.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI don't want to rub it in, but you can see for yourself now, this is all a result of your being so discontented and not appreciating the dear good people here. And another thing: People like you and me, who want to reform things, have to be particularly careful about appearances. Think how much better you can criticize conventional customs if you yourself live up to them, scrupulously. Then people can't say you're attacking them to excuse your own infractions.\u201d", "context": "Carol could not endure it. She ran to Vida, kissed her forehead, comforted her with a murmur of dove-like sounds, sought to reassure her with worn and hastily assembled gifts of words: \u201cOh, I appreciate it so much,\u201d and \u201cYou are so fine and splendid,\u201d and \u201cLet me assure you there isn't a thing to what you've heard,\u201d and \u201cOh, indeed, I do know how sincere Will is, and as you say, so -- so sincere.\u201d\n\nVida believed that she had explained many deep and devious matters. She came out of her hysteria like a sparrow shaking off rain-drops. She sat up, and took advantage of her victory:\n\n\u201cI don't want to rub it in, but you can see for yourself now, this is all a result of your being so discontented and not appreciating the dear good people here. And another thing: People like you and me, who want to reform things, have to be particularly careful about appearances. Think how much better you can criticize conventional customs if you yourself live up to them, scrupulously. Then people can't say you're attacking them to excuse your own infractions.\u201d\n\nTo Carol was given a sudden great philosophical understanding, an explanation of half the cautious reforms in history. \u201cYes. I've heard that plea. It's a good one. It sets revolts aside to cool. It keeps strays in the flock. To word it differently: 'You must live up to the popular code if you believe in it; but if you don't believe in it, then you MUST live up to it!'\u201d\n\n\u201cI don't think so at all,\u201d said Vida vaguely. She began to look hurt, and Carol let her be oracular."}, {"quote": "\u201cYes. I've heard that plea. It's a good one. It sets revolts aside to cool. It keeps strays in the flock. To word it differently: 'You must live up to the popular code if you believe in it; but if you don't believe in it, then you MUST live up to it!'\u201d", "context": "\u201cI don't want to rub it in, but you can see for yourself now, this is all a result of your being so discontented and not appreciating the dear good people here. And another thing: People like you and me, who want to reform things, have to be particularly careful about appearances. Think how much better you can criticize conventional customs if you yourself live up to them, scrupulously. Then people can't say you're attacking them to excuse your own infractions.\u201d\n\nTo Carol was given a sudden great philosophical understanding, an explanation of half the cautious reforms in history. \u201cYes. I've heard that plea. It's a good one. It sets revolts aside to cool. It keeps strays in the flock. To word it differently: 'You must live up to the popular code if you believe in it; but if you don't believe in it, then you MUST live up to it!'\u201d\n\n\u201cI don't think so at all,\u201d said Vida vaguely. She began to look hurt, and Carol let her be oracular.\n\nIII\n\nVida had done her a service; had made all agonizing seem so fatuous that she ceased writhing and saw that her whole problem was simple as mutton: she was interested in Erik's aspiration; interest gave her a hesitating fondness for him; and the future would take care of the event. . . . But at night, thinking in bed, she protested, \u201cI'm not a falsely accused innocent, though! If it were some one more resolute than Erik, a fighter, an artist with bearded surly lips -- -- They're only in books. Is that the real tragedy, that I never shall know tragedy, never find anything but blustery complications that turn out to be a farce?"}, {"quote": "\u201cI don't think so at all,", "context": "\u201cI don't want to rub it in, but you can see for yourself now, this is all a result of your being so discontented and not appreciating the dear good people here. And another thing: People like you and me, who want to reform things, have to be particularly careful about appearances. Think how much better you can criticize conventional customs if you yourself live up to them, scrupulously. Then people can't say you're attacking them to excuse your own infractions.\u201d\n\nTo Carol was given a sudden great philosophical understanding, an explanation of half the cautious reforms in history. \u201cYes. I've heard that plea. It's a good one. It sets revolts aside to cool. It keeps strays in the flock. To word it differently: 'You must live up to the popular code if you believe in it; but if you don't believe in it, then you MUST live up to it!'\u201d\n\n\u201cI don't think so at all,\u201d said Vida vaguely. She began to look hurt, and Carol let her be oracular.\n\nIII\n\nVida had done her a service; had made all agonizing seem so fatuous that she ceased writhing and saw that her whole problem was simple as mutton: she was interested in Erik's aspiration; interest gave her a hesitating fondness for him; and the future would take care of the event. . . . But at night, thinking in bed, she protested, \u201cI'm not a falsely accused innocent, though! If it were some one more resolute than Erik, a fighter, an artist with bearded surly lips -- -- They're only in books. Is that the real tragedy, that I never shall know tragedy, never find anything but blustery complications that turn out to be a farce?"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo one big enough or pitiful enough to sacrifice for. Tragedy in neat blouses; the eternal flame all nice and safe in a kerosene stove. Neither heroic faith nor heroic guilt. Peeping at love from behind lace curtains -- on Main Street!\u201d", "context": "Vida had done her a service; had made all agonizing seem so fatuous that she ceased writhing and saw that her whole problem was simple as mutton: she was interested in Erik's aspiration; interest gave her a hesitating fondness for him; and the future would take care of the event. . . . But at night, thinking in bed, she protested, \u201cI'm not a falsely accused innocent, though! If it were some one more resolute than Erik, a fighter, an artist with bearded surly lips -- -- They're only in books. Is that the real tragedy, that I never shall know tragedy, never find anything but blustery complications that turn out to be a farce?\n\n\u201cNo one big enough or pitiful enough to sacrifice for. Tragedy in neat blouses; the eternal flame all nice and safe in a kerosene stove. Neither heroic faith nor heroic guilt. Peeping at love from behind lace curtains -- on Main Street!\u201d\n\nAunt Bessie crept in next day, tried to pump her, tried to prime the pump by again hinting that Kennicott might have his own affairs. Carol snapped, \u201cWhatever I may do, I'll have you to understand that Will is only too safe!\u201d She wished afterward that she had not been so lofty. How much would Aunt Bessie make of \u201cWhatever I may do?\u201d\n\nWhen Kennicott came home he poked at things, and hemmed, and brought out,"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhatever I may do, I'll have you to understand that Will is only too safe!", "context": "Vida had done her a service; had made all agonizing seem so fatuous that she ceased writhing and saw that her whole problem was simple as mutton: she was interested in Erik's aspiration; interest gave her a hesitating fondness for him; and the future would take care of the event. . . . But at night, thinking in bed, she protested, \u201cI'm not a falsely accused innocent, though! If it were some one more resolute than Erik, a fighter, an artist with bearded surly lips -- -- They're only in books. Is that the real tragedy, that I never shall know tragedy, never find anything but blustery complications that turn out to be a farce?\n\n\u201cNo one big enough or pitiful enough to sacrifice for. Tragedy in neat blouses; the eternal flame all nice and safe in a kerosene stove. Neither heroic faith nor heroic guilt. Peeping at love from behind lace curtains -- on Main Street!\u201d\n\nAunt Bessie crept in next day, tried to pump her, tried to prime the pump by again hinting that Kennicott might have his own affairs. Carol snapped, \u201cWhatever I may do, I'll have you to understand that Will is only too safe!\u201d She wished afterward that she had not been so lofty. How much would Aunt Bessie make of \u201cWhatever I may do?\u201d\n\nWhen Kennicott came home he poked at things, and hemmed, and brought out, \u201cSaw aunty, this afternoon. She said you weren't very polite to her.\u201d\n\nCarol laughed. He looked at her in a puzzled way and fled to his newspaper.\n\nIV\n\nShe lay sleepless. She alternately considered ways of leaving Kennicott, and remembered his virtues, pitied his bewilderment in face of the subtle corroding sicknesses which he could not dose nor cut out. Didn't he perhaps need her more than did the book-solaced Erik? Suppose Will were to die, suddenly. Suppose she never again saw him at breakfast, silent but amiable, listening to her chatter. Suppose he never again played elephant for Hugh. Suppose -- -- A country call, a slippery road, his motor skidding, the edge of the road crumbling, the car turning turtle, Will pinned beneath, suffering, brought home maimed, looking at her with spaniel eyes -- or waiting for her, calling for her, while she was in Chicago, knowing nothing of it. Suppose he were sued by some vicious shrieking woman for malpractice. He tried to get witnesses; Westlake spread lies; his friends doubted him; his self-confidence was so broken that it was horrible to see the indecision of the decisive man; he was convicted, handcuffed, taken on a train -- -- "}, {"quote": "\u201cWhatever I may do?\u201d", "context": "\u201cNo one big enough or pitiful enough to sacrifice for. Tragedy in neat blouses; the eternal flame all nice and safe in a kerosene stove. Neither heroic faith nor heroic guilt. Peeping at love from behind lace curtains -- on Main Street!\u201d\n\nAunt Bessie crept in next day, tried to pump her, tried to prime the pump by again hinting that Kennicott might have his own affairs. Carol snapped, \u201cWhatever I may do, I'll have you to understand that Will is only too safe!\u201d She wished afterward that she had not been so lofty. How much would Aunt Bessie make of \u201cWhatever I may do?\u201d\n\nWhen Kennicott came home he poked at things, and hemmed, and brought out, \u201cSaw aunty, this afternoon. She said you weren't very polite to her.\u201d\n\nCarol laughed. He looked at her in a puzzled way and fled to his newspaper.\n\nIV\n\nShe lay sleepless. She alternately considered ways of leaving Kennicott, and remembered his virtues, pitied his bewilderment in face of the subtle corroding sicknesses which he could not dose nor cut out. Didn't he perhaps need her more than did the book-solaced Erik? Suppose Will were to die, suddenly. Suppose she never again saw him at breakfast, silent but amiable, listening to her chatter. Suppose he never again played elephant for Hugh. Suppose -- -- A country call, a slippery road, his motor skidding, the edge of the road crumbling, the car turning turtle, Will pinned beneath, suffering, brought home maimed, looking at her with spaniel eyes -- or waiting for her, calling for her, while she was in Chicago, knowing nothing of it. Suppose he were sued by some vicious shrieking woman for malpractice. He tried to get witnesses; Westlake spread lies; his friends doubted him; his self-confidence was so broken that it was horrible to see the indecision of the decisive man; he was convicted, handcuffed, taken on a train -- -- "}, {"quote": "\u201cSaw aunty, this afternoon. She said you weren't very polite to her.\u201d", "context": "Aunt Bessie crept in next day, tried to pump her, tried to prime the pump by again hinting that Kennicott might have his own affairs. Carol snapped, \u201cWhatever I may do, I'll have you to understand that Will is only too safe!\u201d She wished afterward that she had not been so lofty. How much would Aunt Bessie make of \u201cWhatever I may do?\u201d\n\nWhen Kennicott came home he poked at things, and hemmed, and brought out, \u201cSaw aunty, this afternoon. She said you weren't very polite to her.\u201d\n\nCarol laughed. He looked at her in a puzzled way and fled to his newspaper.\n\nIV\n\nShe lay sleepless. She alternately considered ways of leaving Kennicott, and remembered his virtues, pitied his bewilderment in face of the subtle corroding sicknesses which he could not dose nor cut out. Didn't he perhaps need her more than did the book-solaced Erik? Suppose Will were to die, suddenly. Suppose she never again saw him at breakfast, silent but amiable, listening to her chatter. Suppose he never again played elephant for Hugh. Suppose -- -- A country call, a slippery road, his motor skidding, the edge of the road crumbling, the car turning turtle, Will pinned beneath, suffering, brought home maimed, looking at her with spaniel eyes -- or waiting for her, calling for her, while she was in Chicago, knowing nothing of it. Suppose he were sued by some vicious shrieking woman for malpractice. He tried to get witnesses; Westlake spread lies; his friends doubted him; his self-confidence was so broken that it was horrible to see the indecision of the decisive man; he was convicted, handcuffed, taken on a train -- -- "}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat is it, dear? Anything wrong?", "context": "She lay sleepless. She alternately considered ways of leaving Kennicott, and remembered his virtues, pitied his bewilderment in face of the subtle corroding sicknesses which he could not dose nor cut out. Didn't he perhaps need her more than did the book-solaced Erik? Suppose Will were to die, suddenly. Suppose she never again saw him at breakfast, silent but amiable, listening to her chatter. Suppose he never again played elephant for Hugh. Suppose -- -- A country call, a slippery road, his motor skidding, the edge of the road crumbling, the car turning turtle, Will pinned beneath, suffering, brought home maimed, looking at her with spaniel eyes -- or waiting for her, calling for her, while she was in Chicago, knowing nothing of it. Suppose he were sued by some vicious shrieking woman for malpractice. He tried to get witnesses; Westlake spread lies; his friends doubted him; his self-confidence was so broken that it was horrible to see the indecision of the decisive man; he was convicted, handcuffed, taken on a train -- -- \n\nShe ran to his room. At her nervous push the door swung sharply in, struck a chair. He awoke, gasped, then in a steady voice: \u201cWhat is it, dear? Anything wrong?\u201d She darted to him, fumbled for the familiar harsh bristly cheek. How well she knew it, every seam, and hardness of bone, and roll of fat! Yet when he sighed, \u201cThis is a nice visit,\u201d and dropped his hand on her thin-covered shoulder, she said, too cheerily, \u201cI thought I heard you moaning. So silly of me. Good night, dear.\u201d\n\nV\n\nShe did not see Erik for a fortnight, save once at church and once when she went to the tailor shop to talk over the plans, contingencies, and strategy of Kennicott's annual campaign for getting a new suit. Nat Hicks was there, and he was not so deferential as he had been. With unnecessary jauntiness he chuckled,"}, {"quote": "\u201cThis is a nice visit,", "context": "She lay sleepless. She alternately considered ways of leaving Kennicott, and remembered his virtues, pitied his bewilderment in face of the subtle corroding sicknesses which he could not dose nor cut out. Didn't he perhaps need her more than did the book-solaced Erik? Suppose Will were to die, suddenly. Suppose she never again saw him at breakfast, silent but amiable, listening to her chatter. Suppose he never again played elephant for Hugh. Suppose -- -- A country call, a slippery road, his motor skidding, the edge of the road crumbling, the car turning turtle, Will pinned beneath, suffering, brought home maimed, looking at her with spaniel eyes -- or waiting for her, calling for her, while she was in Chicago, knowing nothing of it. Suppose he were sued by some vicious shrieking woman for malpractice. He tried to get witnesses; Westlake spread lies; his friends doubted him; his self-confidence was so broken that it was horrible to see the indecision of the decisive man; he was convicted, handcuffed, taken on a train -- -- \n\nShe ran to his room. At her nervous push the door swung sharply in, struck a chair. He awoke, gasped, then in a steady voice: \u201cWhat is it, dear? Anything wrong?\u201d She darted to him, fumbled for the familiar harsh bristly cheek. How well she knew it, every seam, and hardness of bone, and roll of fat! Yet when he sighed, \u201cThis is a nice visit,\u201d and dropped his hand on her thin-covered shoulder, she said, too cheerily, \u201cI thought I heard you moaning. So silly of me. Good night, dear.\u201d\n\nV\n\nShe did not see Erik for a fortnight, save once at church and once when she went to the tailor shop to talk over the plans, contingencies, and strategy of Kennicott's annual campaign for getting a new suit. Nat Hicks was there, and he was not so deferential as he had been. With unnecessary jauntiness he chuckled,"}, {"quote": "\u201cI thought I heard you moaning. So silly of me. Good night, dear.\u201d", "context": "She ran to his room. At her nervous push the door swung sharply in, struck a chair. He awoke, gasped, then in a steady voice: \u201cWhat is it, dear? Anything wrong?\u201d She darted to him, fumbled for the familiar harsh bristly cheek. How well she knew it, every seam, and hardness of bone, and roll of fat! Yet when he sighed, \u201cThis is a nice visit,\u201d and dropped his hand on her thin-covered shoulder, she said, too cheerily, \u201cI thought I heard you moaning. So silly of me. Good night, dear.\u201d\n\nV\n\nShe did not see Erik for a fortnight, save once at church and once when she went to the tailor shop to talk over the plans, contingencies, and strategy of Kennicott's annual campaign for getting a new suit. Nat Hicks was there, and he was not so deferential as he had been. With unnecessary jauntiness he chuckled, \u201cSome nice flannels, them samples, heh?\u201d Needlessly he touched her arm to call attention to the fashion-plates, and humorously he glanced from her to Erik. At home she wondered if the little beast might not be suggesting himself as a rival to Erik, but that abysmal bedragglement she would not consider."}, {"quote": "\u201cSome nice flannels, them samples, heh?", "context": "\u201d and dropped his hand on her thin-covered shoulder, she said, too cheerily, \u201cI thought I heard you moaning. So silly of me. Good night, dear.\u201d\n\nV\n\nShe did not see Erik for a fortnight, save once at church and once when she went to the tailor shop to talk over the plans, contingencies, and strategy of Kennicott's annual campaign for getting a new suit. Nat Hicks was there, and he was not so deferential as he had been. With unnecessary jauntiness he chuckled, \u201cSome nice flannels, them samples, heh?\u201d Needlessly he touched her arm to call attention to the fashion-plates, and humorously he glanced from her to Erik. At home she wondered if the little beast might not be suggesting himself as a rival to Erik, but that abysmal bedragglement she would not consider.\n\nShe saw Juanita Haydock slowly walking past the house -- as Mrs. Westlake had once walked past.\n\nShe met Mrs. Westlake in Uncle Whittier's store, and before that alert stare forgot her determination to be rude, and was shakily cordial."}, {"quote": "\u2018My son, I said not to thee come back presently, because I wotted that thou wouldst surely do so, knowing that we have much to speak of. For, whatever these thy friends may have done, or whatsoever thou hast done with them to grieve us, all that must be set aside at this present time, since the matter in hand is to save the Dale and its folk. What sayest thou hereon? Since, young as thou mayst be, thou art our War-leader, and doubtless shalt so be after the Folk-mote hath been holden.\u2019", "context": "THEN turned Face-of-god back into the Hall, and saw where Iron-face sat at the da\u00efs, and with him Folk-might and Stone-face and the Elder of the Dale-wardens, and Sun-beam withal; so he went soberly up to the board, and sat himself down thereat beside Stone-face, over against Folk-might and his father, beside whom sat the Sun-beam; and Folk-might looked on him gravely, as a man powerful and trustworthy, yet was his look somewhat sour.\n\nThen the Alderman said: \u2018My son, I said not to thee come back presently, because I wotted that thou wouldst surely do so, knowing that we have much to speak of. For, whatever these thy friends may have done, or whatsoever thou hast done with them to grieve us, all that must be set aside at this present time, since the matter in hand is to save the Dale and its folk. What sayest thou hereon? Since, young as thou mayst be, thou art our War-leader, and doubtless shalt so be after the Folk-mote hath been holden.\u2019\n\nFace-of-god answered not hastily: indeed, as he sat thinking for a minute or two, the fair spring day seemed to darken about them or to glare into the light of flames amidst the night-tide; and the joyous clamour without doors seemed to grow hoarse and fearful as the sound of wailing and shrieking. But he spake firmly and simply in a clear voice, and said:\n\n\u2018There can be no two words concerning what we have to aim at; these Dusky Men we must slay everyone, though we be fewer than they be.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018There can be no two words concerning what we have to aim at; these Dusky Men we must slay everyone, though we be fewer than they be.\u2019", "context": "\u2018My son, I said not to thee come back presently, because I wotted that thou wouldst surely do so, knowing that we have much to speak of. For, whatever these thy friends may have done, or whatsoever thou hast done with them to grieve us, all that must be set aside at this present time, since the matter in hand is to save the Dale and its folk. What sayest thou hereon? Since, young as thou mayst be, thou art our War-leader, and doubtless shalt so be after the Folk-mote hath been holden.\u2019\n\nFace-of-god answered not hastily: indeed, as he sat thinking for a minute or two, the fair spring day seemed to darken about them or to glare into the light of flames amidst the night-tide; and the joyous clamour without doors seemed to grow hoarse and fearful as the sound of wailing and shrieking. But he spake firmly and simply in a clear voice, and said:\n\n\u2018There can be no two words concerning what we have to aim at; these Dusky Men we must slay everyone, though we be fewer than they be.\u2019\n\nFolk-might smiled and nodded his head; but the others sat staring down the hall or into the hangings.\n\nThen spake Folk-might: \u2018Thou wert a boy methought when I cast my spear at thee last autumn, Face-of-god, but now hast thou grown into a man. Now tell me, what deemest thou we must do to slay them all?\u2019\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Once again it is clear that we must fall upon them at home in Rose-dale and Silver-dale.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Thou wert a boy methought when I cast my spear at thee last autumn, Face-of-god, but now hast thou grown into a man. Now tell me, what deemest thou we must do to slay them all?\u2019", "context": "Face-of-god answered not hastily: indeed, as he sat thinking for a minute or two, the fair spring day seemed to darken about them or to glare into the light of flames amidst the night-tide; and the joyous clamour without doors seemed to grow hoarse and fearful as the sound of wailing and shrieking. But he spake firmly and simply in a clear voice, and said:\n\n\u2018There can be no two words concerning what we have to aim at; these Dusky Men we must slay everyone, though we be fewer than they be.\u2019\n\nFolk-might smiled and nodded his head; but the others sat staring down the hall or into the hangings.\n\nThen spake Folk-might: \u2018Thou wert a boy methought when I cast my spear at thee last autumn, Face-of-god, but now hast thou grown into a man. Now tell me, what deemest thou we must do to slay them all?\u2019\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Once again it is clear that we must fall upon them at home in Rose-dale and Silver-dale.\u2019\n\nAgain Folk-might nodded: but Iron-face said:\n\n\u2018Needeth this? May we not ward the Dale and send many bands into the wood to fall upon them when we meet them? Yea, and so doing these our guests have already slain many, as this valiant man hath told me e\u2019en now. Will ye not slay so many at last, that they shall learn to fear us, and abide at home and leave us at peace?\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Once again it is clear that we must fall upon them at home in Rose-dale and Silver-dale.\u2019", "context": "\u2018There can be no two words concerning what we have to aim at; these Dusky Men we must slay everyone, though we be fewer than they be.\u2019\n\nFolk-might smiled and nodded his head; but the others sat staring down the hall or into the hangings.\n\nThen spake Folk-might: \u2018Thou wert a boy methought when I cast my spear at thee last autumn, Face-of-god, but now hast thou grown into a man. Now tell me, what deemest thou we must do to slay them all?\u2019\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Once again it is clear that we must fall upon them at home in Rose-dale and Silver-dale.\u2019\n\nAgain Folk-might nodded: but Iron-face said:\n\n\u2018Needeth this? May we not ward the Dale and send many bands into the wood to fall upon them when we meet them? Yea, and so doing these our guests have already slain many, as this valiant man hath told me e\u2019en now. Will ye not slay so many at last, that they shall learn to fear us, and abide at home and leave us at peace?\u2019\n\nBut Face-of-god said: \u2018Meseemeth, father, that this is not thy rede, and that thou sayest this but to try me: and perchance ye have been talking about me when I was without in the street e\u2019en now. Even if it might be that we should thus cow these felons into abiding at home and tormenting their own thralls at their ease, yet how then are our friends of the Wolf holpen to their own again? And I shall tell thee that I have promised to this man and this woman that I will give them no less than a man\u2019s help in this matter. Moreover, I have spoken in every house of the Dale, and to the Shepherds and the Woodlanders, and there is no man amongst them but will follow me in the quarrel. Furthermore, they have heard of the thralldom that is done on men no great way from their own houses; yea, they have seen it; and they remember the old saw, \u201cGrief in thy neighbour\u2019s hall is grief in thy garth,\u201d and sure it is, father, that whether thou or I gainsay them, go they will to deliver the thralls of the Dusky Men, and will leave us alone in the Dale.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Needeth this? May we not ward the Dale and send many bands into the wood to fall upon them when we meet them? Yea, and so doing these our guests have already slain many, as this valiant man hath told me e\u2019en now. Will ye not slay so many at last, that they shall learn to fear us, and abide at home and leave us at peace?\u2019", "context": "Then spake Folk-might: \u2018Thou wert a boy methought when I cast my spear at thee last autumn, Face-of-god, but now hast thou grown into a man. Now tell me, what deemest thou we must do to slay them all?\u2019\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Once again it is clear that we must fall upon them at home in Rose-dale and Silver-dale.\u2019\n\nAgain Folk-might nodded: but Iron-face said:\n\n\u2018Needeth this? May we not ward the Dale and send many bands into the wood to fall upon them when we meet them? Yea, and so doing these our guests have already slain many, as this valiant man hath told me e\u2019en now. Will ye not slay so many at last, that they shall learn to fear us, and abide at home and leave us at peace?\u2019\n\nBut Face-of-god said: \u2018Meseemeth, father, that this is not thy rede, and that thou sayest this but to try me: and perchance ye have been talking about me when I was without in the street e\u2019en now. Even if it might be that we should thus cow these felons into abiding at home and tormenting their own thralls at their ease, yet how then are our friends of the Wolf holpen to their own again? And I shall tell thee that I have promised to this man and this woman that I will give them no less than a man\u2019s help in this matter. Moreover, I have spoken in every house of the Dale, and to the Shepherds and the Woodlanders, and there is no man amongst them but will follow me in the quarrel. Furthermore, they have heard of the thralldom that is done on men no great way from their own houses; yea, they have seen it; and they remember the old saw, \u201cGrief in thy neighbour\u2019s hall is grief in thy garth,\u201d and sure it is, father, that whether thou or I gainsay them, go they will to deliver the thralls of the Dusky Men, and will leave us alone in the Dale.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018This is no less than sooth,", "context": "But Face-of-god said: \u2018Meseemeth, father, that this is not thy rede, and that thou sayest this but to try me: and perchance ye have been talking about me when I was without in the street e\u2019en now. Even if it might be that we should thus cow these felons into abiding at home and tormenting their own thralls at their ease, yet how then are our friends of the Wolf holpen to their own again? And I shall tell thee that I have promised to this man and this woman that I will give them no less than a man\u2019s help in this matter. Moreover, I have spoken in every house of the Dale, and to the Shepherds and the Woodlanders, and there is no man amongst them but will follow me in the quarrel. Furthermore, they have heard of the thralldom that is done on men no great way from their own houses; yea, they have seen it; and they remember the old saw, \u201cGrief in thy neighbour\u2019s hall is grief in thy garth,\u201d and sure it is, father, that whether thou or I gainsay them, go they will to deliver the thralls of the Dusky Men, and will leave us alone in the Dale.\u2019\n\n\u2018This is no less than sooth,\u2019 said the Dale-warden, \u2018never have men gone forth more joyously to a merry-making than all men of us shall wend to this war.\u2019\n\n\u2018But,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018of one thing ye may be sure, that these men will not abide our pleasure till we cut them all off in scattered bands, nor will they sit deedless at home. Nor indeed may they; for we have heard from their thralls that they look to have fresh tribes of them come to hand to eat their meat and waste their servants, and these and they must find new abodes and new thralls; and they are now warned by the overthrows and slayings that they have had at our hands that we are astir, and they will not delay long, but will fall upon us with all their host; it might even be to-day or to-morrow.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018never have men gone forth more joyously to a merry-making than all men of us shall wend to this war.\u2019", "context": "But Face-of-god said: \u2018Meseemeth, father, that this is not thy rede, and that thou sayest this but to try me: and perchance ye have been talking about me when I was without in the street e\u2019en now. Even if it might be that we should thus cow these felons into abiding at home and tormenting their own thralls at their ease, yet how then are our friends of the Wolf holpen to their own again? And I shall tell thee that I have promised to this man and this woman that I will give them no less than a man\u2019s help in this matter. Moreover, I have spoken in every house of the Dale, and to the Shepherds and the Woodlanders, and there is no man amongst them but will follow me in the quarrel. Furthermore, they have heard of the thralldom that is done on men no great way from their own houses; yea, they have seen it; and they remember the old saw, \u201cGrief in thy neighbour\u2019s hall is grief in thy garth,\u201d and sure it is, father, that whether thou or I gainsay them, go they will to deliver the thralls of the Dusky Men, and will leave us alone in the Dale.\u2019\n\n\u2018This is no less than sooth,\u2019 said the Dale-warden, \u2018never have men gone forth more joyously to a merry-making than all men of us shall wend to this war.\u2019\n\n\u2018But,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018of one thing ye may be sure, that these men will not abide our pleasure till we cut them all off in scattered bands, nor will they sit deedless at home. Nor indeed may they; for we have heard from their thralls that they look to have fresh tribes of them come to hand to eat their meat and waste their servants, and these and they must find new abodes and new thralls; and they are now warned by the overthrows and slayings that they have had at our hands that we are astir, and they will not delay long, but will fall upon us with all their host; it might even be to-day or to-morrow.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018of one thing ye may be sure, that these men will not abide our pleasure till we cut them all off in scattered bands, nor will they sit deedless at home. Nor indeed may they; for we have heard from their thralls that they look to have fresh tribes of them come to hand to eat their meat and waste their servants, and these and they must find new abodes and new thralls; and they are now warned by the overthrows and slayings that they have had at our hands that we are astir, and they will not delay long, but will fall upon us with all their host; it might even be to-day or to-morrow.\u2019", "context": "But Face-of-god said: \u2018Meseemeth, father, that this is not thy rede, and that thou sayest this but to try me: and perchance ye have been talking about me when I was without in the street e\u2019en now. Even if it might be that we should thus cow these felons into abiding at home and tormenting their own thralls at their ease, yet how then are our friends of the Wolf holpen to their own again? And I shall tell thee that I have promised to this man and this woman that I will give them no less than a man\u2019s help in this matter. Moreover, I have spoken in every house of the Dale, and to the Shepherds and the Woodlanders, and there is no man amongst them but will follow me in the quarrel. Furthermore, they have heard of the thralldom that is done on men no great way from their own houses; yea, they have seen it; and they remember the old saw, \u201cGrief in thy neighbour\u2019s hall is grief in thy garth,\u201d and sure it is, father, that whether thou or I gainsay them, go they will to deliver the thralls of the Dusky Men, and will leave us alone in the Dale.\u2019\n\n\u2018This is no less than sooth,\u2019 said the Dale-warden, \u2018never have men gone forth more joyously to a merry-making than all men of us shall wend to this war.\u2019\n\n\u2018But,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018of one thing ye may be sure, that these men will not abide our pleasure till we cut them all off in scattered bands, nor will they sit deedless at home. Nor indeed may they; for we have heard from their thralls that they look to have fresh tribes of them come to hand to eat their meat and waste their servants, and these and they must find new abodes and new thralls; and they are now warned by the overthrows and slayings that they have had at our hands that we are astir, and they will not delay long, but will fall upon us with all their host; it might even be to-day or to-morrow.\u2019\n\nSaid Folk-might: \u2018In all this thou sayest sooth, brother of the Dale; and to cut this matter short, I will tell you all, that yesterday we had with us a runaway from Silver-dale (it is overlong to tell how we fell in with her; for it was a woman). But she told us that this very moon is a new tribe come into the Dale, six long hundreds in number, and twice as many more are looked for in two eights of days, and that ere this moon hath waned, that is, in twenty-four days, they will wend their ways straight for Burgdale, for they know the ways thereto. So I say that Face-of-god is right in all wise. But tell me, brother, hast thou thought of how we shall come upon these men?\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018In all this thou sayest sooth, brother of the Dale; and to cut this matter short, I will tell you all, that yesterday we had with us a runaway from Silver-dale (it is overlong to tell how we fell in with her; for it was a woman). But she told us that this very moon is a new tribe come into the Dale, six long hundreds in number, and twice as many more are looked for in two eights of days, and that ere this moon hath waned, that is, in twenty-four days, they will wend their ways straight for Burgdale, for they know the ways thereto. So I say that Face-of-god is right in all wise. But tell me, brother, hast thou thought of how we shall come upon these men?\u2019", "context": "\u2018of one thing ye may be sure, that these men will not abide our pleasure till we cut them all off in scattered bands, nor will they sit deedless at home. Nor indeed may they; for we have heard from their thralls that they look to have fresh tribes of them come to hand to eat their meat and waste their servants, and these and they must find new abodes and new thralls; and they are now warned by the overthrows and slayings that they have had at our hands that we are astir, and they will not delay long, but will fall upon us with all their host; it might even be to-day or to-morrow.\u2019\n\nSaid Folk-might: \u2018In all this thou sayest sooth, brother of the Dale; and to cut this matter short, I will tell you all, that yesterday we had with us a runaway from Silver-dale (it is overlong to tell how we fell in with her; for it was a woman). But she told us that this very moon is a new tribe come into the Dale, six long hundreds in number, and twice as many more are looked for in two eights of days, and that ere this moon hath waned, that is, in twenty-four days, they will wend their ways straight for Burgdale, for they know the ways thereto. So I say that Face-of-god is right in all wise. But tell me, brother, hast thou thought of how we shall come upon these men?\u2019\n\n\u2018How many men wilt thou lead into battle?\u2019 said Face-of-god.\n\nFolk-might reddened, and said: \u2018A few, a few; maybe two-hundreds all told.\u2019\n\n\u2018Yea,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018but some special gain wilt thou be to us.\u2019\n\n\u2018So I deem at least,\u2019 said Folk-might.\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Good is that. Now have we held our Weapon-show in the Dale, and we find that we together with you be sixteen long hundreds of men; and the tale of the foemen that be now in Silver-dale, new-comers and all, shall be three thousands or thereabout, and in Rose-dale hard on a thousand.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018How many men wilt thou lead into battle?", "context": "\u2018In all this thou sayest sooth, brother of the Dale; and to cut this matter short, I will tell you all, that yesterday we had with us a runaway from Silver-dale (it is overlong to tell how we fell in with her; for it was a woman). But she told us that this very moon is a new tribe come into the Dale, six long hundreds in number, and twice as many more are looked for in two eights of days, and that ere this moon hath waned, that is, in twenty-four days, they will wend their ways straight for Burgdale, for they know the ways thereto. So I say that Face-of-god is right in all wise. But tell me, brother, hast thou thought of how we shall come upon these men?\u2019\n\n\u2018How many men wilt thou lead into battle?\u2019 said Face-of-god.\n\nFolk-might reddened, and said: \u2018A few, a few; maybe two-hundreds all told.\u2019\n\n\u2018Yea,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018but some special gain wilt thou be to us.\u2019\n\n\u2018So I deem at least,\u2019 said Folk-might.\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Good is that. Now have we held our Weapon-show in the Dale, and we find that we together with you be sixteen long hundreds of men; and the tale of the foemen that be now in Silver-dale, new-comers and all, shall be three thousands or thereabout, and in Rose-dale hard on a thousand.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018A few, a few; maybe two-hundreds all told.\u2019", "context": "\u2018In all this thou sayest sooth, brother of the Dale; and to cut this matter short, I will tell you all, that yesterday we had with us a runaway from Silver-dale (it is overlong to tell how we fell in with her; for it was a woman). But she told us that this very moon is a new tribe come into the Dale, six long hundreds in number, and twice as many more are looked for in two eights of days, and that ere this moon hath waned, that is, in twenty-four days, they will wend their ways straight for Burgdale, for they know the ways thereto. So I say that Face-of-god is right in all wise. But tell me, brother, hast thou thought of how we shall come upon these men?\u2019\n\n\u2018How many men wilt thou lead into battle?\u2019 said Face-of-god.\n\nFolk-might reddened, and said: \u2018A few, a few; maybe two-hundreds all told.\u2019\n\n\u2018Yea,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018but some special gain wilt thou be to us.\u2019\n\n\u2018So I deem at least,\u2019 said Folk-might.\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Good is that. Now have we held our Weapon-show in the Dale, and we find that we together with you be sixteen long hundreds of men; and the tale of the foemen that be now in Silver-dale, new-comers and all, shall be three thousands or thereabout, and in Rose-dale hard on a thousand.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018but some special gain wilt thou be to us.\u2019", "context": "\u2018In all this thou sayest sooth, brother of the Dale; and to cut this matter short, I will tell you all, that yesterday we had with us a runaway from Silver-dale (it is overlong to tell how we fell in with her; for it was a woman). But she told us that this very moon is a new tribe come into the Dale, six long hundreds in number, and twice as many more are looked for in two eights of days, and that ere this moon hath waned, that is, in twenty-four days, they will wend their ways straight for Burgdale, for they know the ways thereto. So I say that Face-of-god is right in all wise. But tell me, brother, hast thou thought of how we shall come upon these men?\u2019\n\n\u2018How many men wilt thou lead into battle?\u2019 said Face-of-god.\n\nFolk-might reddened, and said: \u2018A few, a few; maybe two-hundreds all told.\u2019\n\n\u2018Yea,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018but some special gain wilt thou be to us.\u2019\n\n\u2018So I deem at least,\u2019 said Folk-might.\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Good is that. Now have we held our Weapon-show in the Dale, and we find that we together with you be sixteen long hundreds of men; and the tale of the foemen that be now in Silver-dale, new-comers and all, shall be three thousands or thereabout, and in Rose-dale hard on a thousand.\u2019\n\n\u2018Scarce so many,\u2019 said Folk-might;"}, {"quote": "\u2018So I deem at least,", "context": "\u2018In all this thou sayest sooth, brother of the Dale; and to cut this matter short, I will tell you all, that yesterday we had with us a runaway from Silver-dale (it is overlong to tell how we fell in with her; for it was a woman). But she told us that this very moon is a new tribe come into the Dale, six long hundreds in number, and twice as many more are looked for in two eights of days, and that ere this moon hath waned, that is, in twenty-four days, they will wend their ways straight for Burgdale, for they know the ways thereto. So I say that Face-of-god is right in all wise. But tell me, brother, hast thou thought of how we shall come upon these men?\u2019\n\n\u2018How many men wilt thou lead into battle?\u2019 said Face-of-god.\n\nFolk-might reddened, and said: \u2018A few, a few; maybe two-hundreds all told.\u2019\n\n\u2018Yea,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018but some special gain wilt thou be to us.\u2019\n\n\u2018So I deem at least,\u2019 said Folk-might.\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Good is that. Now have we held our Weapon-show in the Dale, and we find that we together with you be sixteen long hundreds of men; and the tale of the foemen that be now in Silver-dale, new-comers and all, shall be three thousands or thereabout, and in Rose-dale hard on a thousand.\u2019\n\n\u2018Scarce so many,\u2019 said Folk-might; \u2018some of the felons have died; we told over our silver arm-rings yesterday, and the tale was three hundred and eighty and six. Besides, they were never so many as thou deemest.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Good is that. Now have we held our Weapon-show in the Dale, and we find that we together with you be sixteen long hundreds of men; and the tale of the foemen that be now in Silver-dale, new-comers and all, shall be three thousands or thereabout, and in Rose-dale hard on a thousand.\u2019", "context": "\u2018In all this thou sayest sooth, brother of the Dale; and to cut this matter short, I will tell you all, that yesterday we had with us a runaway from Silver-dale (it is overlong to tell how we fell in with her; for it was a woman). But she told us that this very moon is a new tribe come into the Dale, six long hundreds in number, and twice as many more are looked for in two eights of days, and that ere this moon hath waned, that is, in twenty-four days, they will wend their ways straight for Burgdale, for they know the ways thereto. So I say that Face-of-god is right in all wise. But tell me, brother, hast thou thought of how we shall come upon these men?\u2019\n\n\u2018How many men wilt thou lead into battle?\u2019 said Face-of-god.\n\nFolk-might reddened, and said: \u2018A few, a few; maybe two-hundreds all told.\u2019\n\n\u2018Yea,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018but some special gain wilt thou be to us.\u2019\n\n\u2018So I deem at least,\u2019 said Folk-might.\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Good is that. Now have we held our Weapon-show in the Dale, and we find that we together with you be sixteen long hundreds of men; and the tale of the foemen that be now in Silver-dale, new-comers and all, shall be three thousands or thereabout, and in Rose-dale hard on a thousand.\u2019\n\n\u2018Scarce so many,\u2019 said Folk-might; \u2018some of the felons have died; we told over our silver arm-rings yesterday, and the tale was three hundred and eighty and six. Besides, they were never so many as thou deemest.\u2019\n\n\u2018Well,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018yet at least they shall outnumber us sorely. We may scarce leave the Dale unguarded when our host is gone; therefore I deem that we shall have but one thousand of men for our onslaught on Silver-dale.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Scarce so many,", "context": "\u2018but some special gain wilt thou be to us.\u2019\n\n\u2018So I deem at least,\u2019 said Folk-might.\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Good is that. Now have we held our Weapon-show in the Dale, and we find that we together with you be sixteen long hundreds of men; and the tale of the foemen that be now in Silver-dale, new-comers and all, shall be three thousands or thereabout, and in Rose-dale hard on a thousand.\u2019\n\n\u2018Scarce so many,\u2019 said Folk-might; \u2018some of the felons have died; we told over our silver arm-rings yesterday, and the tale was three hundred and eighty and six. Besides, they were never so many as thou deemest.\u2019\n\n\u2018Well,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018yet at least they shall outnumber us sorely. We may scarce leave the Dale unguarded when our host is gone; therefore I deem that we shall have but one thousand of men for our onslaught on Silver-dale.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018some of the felons have died; we told over our silver arm-rings yesterday, and the tale was three hundred and eighty and six. Besides, they were never so many as thou deemest.\u2019", "context": "\u2018So I deem at least,\u2019 said Folk-might.\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Good is that. Now have we held our Weapon-show in the Dale, and we find that we together with you be sixteen long hundreds of men; and the tale of the foemen that be now in Silver-dale, new-comers and all, shall be three thousands or thereabout, and in Rose-dale hard on a thousand.\u2019\n\n\u2018Scarce so many,\u2019 said Folk-might; \u2018some of the felons have died; we told over our silver arm-rings yesterday, and the tale was three hundred and eighty and six. Besides, they were never so many as thou deemest.\u2019\n\n\u2018Well,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018yet at least they shall outnumber us sorely. We may scarce leave the Dale unguarded when our host is gone; therefore I deem that we shall have but one thousand of men for our onslaught on Silver-dale.\u2019\n\n\u2018How come ye to that?\u2019 said Stone-face.\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Abide a while, fosterer! Though the odds between us be great, it is not to be hidden that I wot how ye of the Wolf know of privy passes into Silver-dale; yea, into the heart thereof; and this is the special gain ye have to give us. Therefore we, the thousand men, falling on the foe unawares, shall make a great slaughter of them; and if the murder be but grim enough, those thralls of theirs shall fear us and not them, as already they hate them and not us, so that we may look to them for rooting out these sorry weeds after the overthrow. And what with one thing, what with another, we may cherish a good hope of clearing Silver-dale at one stroke with the said thousand men."}, {"quote": "\u2018yet at least they shall outnumber us sorely. We may scarce leave the Dale unguarded when our host is gone; therefore I deem that we shall have but one thousand of men for our onslaught on Silver-dale.\u2019", "context": "\u2018Good is that. Now have we held our Weapon-show in the Dale, and we find that we together with you be sixteen long hundreds of men; and the tale of the foemen that be now in Silver-dale, new-comers and all, shall be three thousands or thereabout, and in Rose-dale hard on a thousand.\u2019\n\n\u2018Scarce so many,\u2019 said Folk-might; \u2018some of the felons have died; we told over our silver arm-rings yesterday, and the tale was three hundred and eighty and six. Besides, they were never so many as thou deemest.\u2019\n\n\u2018Well,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018yet at least they shall outnumber us sorely. We may scarce leave the Dale unguarded when our host is gone; therefore I deem that we shall have but one thousand of men for our onslaught on Silver-dale.\u2019\n\n\u2018How come ye to that?\u2019 said Stone-face.\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Abide a while, fosterer! Though the odds between us be great, it is not to be hidden that I wot how ye of the Wolf know of privy passes into Silver-dale; yea, into the heart thereof; and this is the special gain ye have to give us. Therefore we, the thousand men, falling on the foe unawares, shall make a great slaughter of them; and if the murder be but grim enough, those thralls of theirs shall fear us and not them, as already they hate them and not us, so that we may look to them for rooting out these sorry weeds after the overthrow. And what with one thing, what with another, we may cherish a good hope of clearing Silver-dale at one stroke with the said thousand men."}, {"quote": "\u2018How come ye to that?", "context": "\u2019 said Folk-might; \u2018some of the felons have died; we told over our silver arm-rings yesterday, and the tale was three hundred and eighty and six. Besides, they were never so many as thou deemest.\u2019\n\n\u2018Well,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018yet at least they shall outnumber us sorely. We may scarce leave the Dale unguarded when our host is gone; therefore I deem that we shall have but one thousand of men for our onslaught on Silver-dale.\u2019\n\n\u2018How come ye to that?\u2019 said Stone-face.\n\nSaid Face-of-god: \u2018Abide a while, fosterer! Though the odds between us be great, it is not to be hidden that I wot how ye of the Wolf know of privy passes into Silver-dale; yea, into the heart thereof; and this is the special gain ye have to give us. Therefore we, the thousand men, falling on the foe unawares, shall make a great slaughter of them; and if the murder be but grim enough, those thralls of theirs shall fear us and not them, as already they hate them and not us, so that we may look to them for rooting out these sorry weeds after the overthrow. And what with one thing, what with another, we may cherish a good hope of clearing Silver-dale at one stroke with the said thousand men."}, {"quote": "\u2018There remaineth Rose-dale, which will be easier to deal with, because the Dusky Men therein are fewer and the thralls as many: that also would I fall on at the same time as we fall on Silver-dale with the men that are left over from the Silver-dale onslaught. Wherefore my rede is, that we gather all those unmeet for battle in the field into this Burg, with ten tens of men to strengthen them; which shall be enough for them, along with the old men, and lads, and sturdy women, to defend themselves till help comes, if aught of evil befall, or to flee into the mountains, or at the worst to die valiantly. Then let the other five hundreds fare up to Rose-dale, and fall on the Dusky Men therein about the same time, but not before our onslaught on Silver-dale: thus shall hand help foot, so that stumbling be not falling; and we may well hope that our rede shall thrive.\u2019", "context": "Said Face-of-god: \u2018Abide a while, fosterer! Though the odds between us be great, it is not to be hidden that I wot how ye of the Wolf know of privy passes into Silver-dale; yea, into the heart thereof; and this is the special gain ye have to give us. Therefore we, the thousand men, falling on the foe unawares, shall make a great slaughter of them; and if the murder be but grim enough, those thralls of theirs shall fear us and not them, as already they hate them and not us, so that we may look to them for rooting out these sorry weeds after the overthrow. And what with one thing, what with another, we may cherish a good hope of clearing Silver-dale at one stroke with the said thousand men.\n\n\u2018There remaineth Rose-dale, which will be easier to deal with, because the Dusky Men therein are fewer and the thralls as many: that also would I fall on at the same time as we fall on Silver-dale with the men that are left over from the Silver-dale onslaught. Wherefore my rede is, that we gather all those unmeet for battle in the field into this Burg, with ten tens of men to strengthen them; which shall be enough for them, along with the old men, and lads, and sturdy women, to defend themselves till help comes, if aught of evil befall, or to flee into the mountains, or at the worst to die valiantly. Then let the other five hundreds fare up to Rose-dale, and fall on the Dusky Men therein about the same time, but not before our onslaught on Silver-dale: thus shall hand help foot, so that stumbling be not falling; and we may well hope that our rede shall thrive.\u2019\n\nThen was he silent, and the Sun-beam looked upon him with gleaming eyes and parted lips, waiting eagerly to hear what Folk-might would say. He held his peace a while, drumming on the board with his fingers, and none else spake a word. At last he said:\n\n\u2018War-leader of Burgdale, all that thou hast spoken likes me well, and even so must it be done, saving that parting of our host and sending one part to fall upon Rose-dale. I say, nay; let us put all our might into that one stroke on Silver-dale, and then we are undone indeed if we fail; but so shall we be if we fail anywise; but if we win Silver-dale, then shall Rose-dale lie open before us.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018War-leader of Burgdale, all that thou hast spoken likes me well, and even so must it be done, saving that parting of our host and sending one part to fall upon Rose-dale. I say, nay; let us put all our might into that one stroke on Silver-dale, and then we are undone indeed if we fail; but so shall we be if we fail anywise; but if we win Silver-dale, then shall Rose-dale lie open before us.\u2019", "context": "\u2018There remaineth Rose-dale, which will be easier to deal with, because the Dusky Men therein are fewer and the thralls as many: that also would I fall on at the same time as we fall on Silver-dale with the men that are left over from the Silver-dale onslaught. Wherefore my rede is, that we gather all those unmeet for battle in the field into this Burg, with ten tens of men to strengthen them; which shall be enough for them, along with the old men, and lads, and sturdy women, to defend themselves till help comes, if aught of evil befall, or to flee into the mountains, or at the worst to die valiantly. Then let the other five hundreds fare up to Rose-dale, and fall on the Dusky Men therein about the same time, but not before our onslaught on Silver-dale: thus shall hand help foot, so that stumbling be not falling; and we may well hope that our rede shall thrive.\u2019\n\nThen was he silent, and the Sun-beam looked upon him with gleaming eyes and parted lips, waiting eagerly to hear what Folk-might would say. He held his peace a while, drumming on the board with his fingers, and none else spake a word. At last he said:\n\n\u2018War-leader of Burgdale, all that thou hast spoken likes me well, and even so must it be done, saving that parting of our host and sending one part to fall upon Rose-dale. I say, nay; let us put all our might into that one stroke on Silver-dale, and then we are undone indeed if we fail; but so shall we be if we fail anywise; but if we win Silver-dale, then shall Rose-dale lie open before us.\u2019\n\n\u2018My brother,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018thou art a tried warrior, and I but a lad: but dost thou not see this, that whatever we do, we shall not at one onslaught slay all the Dusky Men of Silver-dale, and those that flee before us shall betake them to Rose-dale, and tell all the tale, and what shall hinder them then from falling on Burgdale (since they are no great way from it) after they have murdered what they will of the unhappy people under their hands?\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018thou art a tried warrior, and I but a lad: but dost thou not see this, that whatever we do, we shall not at one onslaught slay all the Dusky Men of Silver-dale, and those that flee before us shall betake them to Rose-dale, and tell all the tale, and what shall hinder them then from falling on Burgdale (since they are no great way from it) after they have murdered what they will of the unhappy people under their hands?\u2019", "context": "\u2018War-leader of Burgdale, all that thou hast spoken likes me well, and even so must it be done, saving that parting of our host and sending one part to fall upon Rose-dale. I say, nay; let us put all our might into that one stroke on Silver-dale, and then we are undone indeed if we fail; but so shall we be if we fail anywise; but if we win Silver-dale, then shall Rose-dale lie open before us.\u2019\n\n\u2018My brother,\u2019 said Face-of-god, \u2018thou art a tried warrior, and I but a lad: but dost thou not see this, that whatever we do, we shall not at one onslaught slay all the Dusky Men of Silver-dale, and those that flee before us shall betake them to Rose-dale, and tell all the tale, and what shall hinder them then from falling on Burgdale (since they are no great way from it) after they have murdered what they will of the unhappy people under their hands?\u2019\n\nSaid Folk-might: \u2018I say not but that there is a risk thereof, but in war we must needs run such risks, and all should be risked rather than that our blow on Silver-dale be light. For we be the fewer; and if the foemen have time to call that to mind, then are we all lost.\u2019\n\nSaid Stone-face: \u2018Meseemeth, War-leader, that there is nought much to dread in leaving Rose-dale to itself for a while; for not only may we follow hard on the fleers if they flee to Rose-dale, and be there no long time after them, before they have time to stir their host; but also after the overthrow we shall be free to send men back to Burgdale by way of Shadowy Vale. I deem that herein Folk-might hath the right of it.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018I say not but that there is a risk thereof, but in war we must needs run such risks, and all should be risked rather than that our blow on Silver-dale be light. For we be the fewer; and if the foemen have time to call that to mind, then are we all lost.\u2019", "context": "\u2018thou art a tried warrior, and I but a lad: but dost thou not see this, that whatever we do, we shall not at one onslaught slay all the Dusky Men of Silver-dale, and those that flee before us shall betake them to Rose-dale, and tell all the tale, and what shall hinder them then from falling on Burgdale (since they are no great way from it) after they have murdered what they will of the unhappy people under their hands?\u2019\n\nSaid Folk-might: \u2018I say not but that there is a risk thereof, but in war we must needs run such risks, and all should be risked rather than that our blow on Silver-dale be light. For we be the fewer; and if the foemen have time to call that to mind, then are we all lost.\u2019\n\nSaid Stone-face: \u2018Meseemeth, War-leader, that there is nought much to dread in leaving Rose-dale to itself for a while; for not only may we follow hard on the fleers if they flee to Rose-dale, and be there no long time after them, before they have time to stir their host; but also after the overthrow we shall be free to send men back to Burgdale by way of Shadowy Vale. I deem that herein Folk-might hath the right of it.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Meseemeth, War-leader, that there is nought much to dread in leaving Rose-dale to itself for a while; for not only may we follow hard on the fleers if they flee to Rose-dale, and be there no long time after them, before they have time to stir their host; but also after the overthrow we shall be free to send men back to Burgdale by way of Shadowy Vale. I deem that herein Folk-might hath the right of it.\u2019", "context": "\u2018thou art a tried warrior, and I but a lad: but dost thou not see this, that whatever we do, we shall not at one onslaught slay all the Dusky Men of Silver-dale, and those that flee before us shall betake them to Rose-dale, and tell all the tale, and what shall hinder them then from falling on Burgdale (since they are no great way from it) after they have murdered what they will of the unhappy people under their hands?\u2019\n\nSaid Folk-might: \u2018I say not but that there is a risk thereof, but in war we must needs run such risks, and all should be risked rather than that our blow on Silver-dale be light. For we be the fewer; and if the foemen have time to call that to mind, then are we all lost.\u2019\n\nSaid Stone-face: \u2018Meseemeth, War-leader, that there is nought much to dread in leaving Rose-dale to itself for a while; for not only may we follow hard on the fleers if they flee to Rose-dale, and be there no long time after them, before they have time to stir their host; but also after the overthrow we shall be free to send men back to Burgdale by way of Shadowy Vale. I deem that herein Folk-might hath the right of it.\u2019\n\n\u2018Even so say I,\u2019 said the Alderman; \u2018besides, we might theft leave more folk behind us for the warding of the Dale. So, son, the risk whereof thou speakest groweth the lesser the longer it is looked on.\u2019\n\nThen spake the Dale-warden: \u2018Yet saving your wisdom, Alderman, the risk is there yet. For if these felons come into the Dale at all, even if the folk left behind hold the Burg and keep themselves unmurdered, yet may they not hinder the foe from spoiling our homesteads; so that our folk coming back in triumph shall find ruin at home, and spend weary days in hunting their foemen, who shall, many of them, escape into the Wild-wood.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Even so say I,", "context": "\u2018Meseemeth, War-leader, that there is nought much to dread in leaving Rose-dale to itself for a while; for not only may we follow hard on the fleers if they flee to Rose-dale, and be there no long time after them, before they have time to stir their host; but also after the overthrow we shall be free to send men back to Burgdale by way of Shadowy Vale. I deem that herein Folk-might hath the right of it.\u2019\n\n\u2018Even so say I,\u2019 said the Alderman; \u2018besides, we might theft leave more folk behind us for the warding of the Dale. So, son, the risk whereof thou speakest groweth the lesser the longer it is looked on.\u2019\n\nThen spake the Dale-warden: \u2018Yet saving your wisdom, Alderman, the risk is there yet. For if these felons come into the Dale at all, even if the folk left behind hold the Burg and keep themselves unmurdered, yet may they not hinder the foe from spoiling our homesteads; so that our folk coming back in triumph shall find ruin at home, and spend weary days in hunting their foemen, who shall, many of them, escape into the Wild-wood.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018besides, we might theft leave more folk behind us for the warding of the Dale. So, son, the risk whereof thou speakest groweth the lesser the longer it is looked on.\u2019", "context": "\u2018Meseemeth, War-leader, that there is nought much to dread in leaving Rose-dale to itself for a while; for not only may we follow hard on the fleers if they flee to Rose-dale, and be there no long time after them, before they have time to stir their host; but also after the overthrow we shall be free to send men back to Burgdale by way of Shadowy Vale. I deem that herein Folk-might hath the right of it.\u2019\n\n\u2018Even so say I,\u2019 said the Alderman; \u2018besides, we might theft leave more folk behind us for the warding of the Dale. So, son, the risk whereof thou speakest groweth the lesser the longer it is looked on.\u2019\n\nThen spake the Dale-warden: \u2018Yet saving your wisdom, Alderman, the risk is there yet. For if these felons come into the Dale at all, even if the folk left behind hold the Burg and keep themselves unmurdered, yet may they not hinder the foe from spoiling our homesteads; so that our folk coming back in triumph shall find ruin at home, and spend weary days in hunting their foemen, who shall, many of them, escape into the Wild-wood.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Yet saving your wisdom, Alderman, the risk is there yet. For if these felons come into the Dale at all, even if the folk left behind hold the Burg and keep themselves unmurdered, yet may they not hinder the foe from spoiling our homesteads; so that our folk coming back in triumph shall find ruin at home, and spend weary days in hunting their foemen, who shall, many of them, escape into the Wild-wood.\u2019", "context": "\u2018Meseemeth, War-leader, that there is nought much to dread in leaving Rose-dale to itself for a while; for not only may we follow hard on the fleers if they flee to Rose-dale, and be there no long time after them, before they have time to stir their host; but also after the overthrow we shall be free to send men back to Burgdale by way of Shadowy Vale. I deem that herein Folk-might hath the right of it.\u2019\n\n\u2018Even so say I,\u2019 said the Alderman; \u2018besides, we might theft leave more folk behind us for the warding of the Dale. So, son, the risk whereof thou speakest groweth the lesser the longer it is looked on.\u2019\n\nThen spake the Dale-warden: \u2018Yet saving your wisdom, Alderman, the risk is there yet. For if these felons come into the Dale at all, even if the folk left behind hold the Burg and keep themselves unmurdered, yet may they not hinder the foe from spoiling our homesteads; so that our folk coming back in triumph shall find ruin at home, and spend weary days in hunting their foemen, who shall, many of them, escape into the Wild-wood.\u2019\n\n\u2018Yea,\u2019 said the Sun-beam, \u2018sooth is that; and Face-of-god is wise to think of it and of other matters. Yet one thing we must bear in mind, that all may not go smoothly in our day\u2019s work in Silver-dale; so we must have force there to fall back on, in case we miss our stroke at first. Therefore, I say, send we no man to Rose-dale, and leave we no able man-at-arms behind in the Burg, so that we have with us every blade that may be gathered.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018sooth is that; and Face-of-god is wise to think of it and of other matters. Yet one thing we must bear in mind, that all may not go smoothly in our day\u2019s work in Silver-dale; so we must have force there to fall back on, in case we miss our stroke at first. Therefore, I say, send we no man to Rose-dale, and leave we no able man-at-arms behind in the Burg, so that we have with us every blade that may be gathered.\u2019", "context": "\u2018Yet saving your wisdom, Alderman, the risk is there yet. For if these felons come into the Dale at all, even if the folk left behind hold the Burg and keep themselves unmurdered, yet may they not hinder the foe from spoiling our homesteads; so that our folk coming back in triumph shall find ruin at home, and spend weary days in hunting their foemen, who shall, many of them, escape into the Wild-wood.\u2019\n\n\u2018Yea,\u2019 said the Sun-beam, \u2018sooth is that; and Face-of-god is wise to think of it and of other matters. Yet one thing we must bear in mind, that all may not go smoothly in our day\u2019s work in Silver-dale; so we must have force there to fall back on, in case we miss our stroke at first. Therefore, I say, send we no man to Rose-dale, and leave we no able man-at-arms behind in the Burg, so that we have with us every blade that may be gathered.\u2019\n\nIron-face smiled and said: \u2018Thou art wise, damsel; and I marvel that so fair-fashioned a thing as thou can think so hardly of the meeting of the fallow blades. But hearken! will not the Dusky Men hear that we have stripped the Dale of fighting-men, and may they not then give our host the go-by and send folk to ruin us?\u2019\n\nThere was silence while Face-of-god looked down on the board; but presently he lifted up his face and said:"}, {"quote": "\u2018Thou art wise, damsel; and I marvel that so fair-fashioned a thing as thou can think so hardly of the meeting of the fallow blades. But hearken! will not the Dusky Men hear that we have stripped the Dale of fighting-men, and may they not then give our host the go-by and send folk to ruin us?\u2019", "context": "\u2018sooth is that; and Face-of-god is wise to think of it and of other matters. Yet one thing we must bear in mind, that all may not go smoothly in our day\u2019s work in Silver-dale; so we must have force there to fall back on, in case we miss our stroke at first. Therefore, I say, send we no man to Rose-dale, and leave we no able man-at-arms behind in the Burg, so that we have with us every blade that may be gathered.\u2019\n\nIron-face smiled and said: \u2018Thou art wise, damsel; and I marvel that so fair-fashioned a thing as thou can think so hardly of the meeting of the fallow blades. But hearken! will not the Dusky Men hear that we have stripped the Dale of fighting-men, and may they not then give our host the go-by and send folk to ruin us?\u2019\n\nThere was silence while Face-of-god looked down on the board; but presently he lifted up his face and said:\n\n\u2018Folk-might was right when he said that all must be risked. Let us leave Rose-dale till we have overcome them of Silver-dale. Moreover, my father, thou must not deem of these felons as if they were of like wits to us, to forecast the deeds to come, and weigh the chances nicely, and unravel tangled clews. Rather they move like to the stares in autumn, or the winter wild-geese, and will all be thrust forward by some sting that entereth into their imaginations. Therefore, if they have appointed one moon to wear before they fall upon us, they will not stir till then, and we have time enough to do what must be done. Wherefore am I now of one mind with the rest of you. Now meseemeth it were well that these things which we have spoken here, and shall speak, should not be noised abroad openly; nay, at the Folk-mote it would be well that nought be said about the day or the way of our onslaught on Silver-dale, lest the foe take warning and be on their guard. Though, sooth to say, did I deem that if they had word of our intent they of Rose-dale would join themselves to them of Silver-dale, and that we should thus have all our foes in one net, then were I fain if the word would reach them. For my soul loathes the hunting that shall befall up and down the wood for the slaying of a man here, and two or three there, and the wearing of the days in wandering up and down with weapons in the hand, and the spinning out of hatred and delaying of peace.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Hail to thee, son, for thy word! Herein thou speakest as if from my very soul, and fain am I of such a War-leader.\u2019", "context": "\u2018Folk-might was right when he said that all must be risked. Let us leave Rose-dale till we have overcome them of Silver-dale. Moreover, my father, thou must not deem of these felons as if they were of like wits to us, to forecast the deeds to come, and weigh the chances nicely, and unravel tangled clews. Rather they move like to the stares in autumn, or the winter wild-geese, and will all be thrust forward by some sting that entereth into their imaginations. Therefore, if they have appointed one moon to wear before they fall upon us, they will not stir till then, and we have time enough to do what must be done. Wherefore am I now of one mind with the rest of you. Now meseemeth it were well that these things which we have spoken here, and shall speak, should not be noised abroad openly; nay, at the Folk-mote it would be well that nought be said about the day or the way of our onslaught on Silver-dale, lest the foe take warning and be on their guard. Though, sooth to say, did I deem that if they had word of our intent they of Rose-dale would join themselves to them of Silver-dale, and that we should thus have all our foes in one net, then were I fain if the word would reach them. For my soul loathes the hunting that shall befall up and down the wood for the slaying of a man here, and two or three there, and the wearing of the days in wandering up and down with weapons in the hand, and the spinning out of hatred and delaying of peace.\u2019\n\nThen Iron-face reached his hand across the board and took his son\u2019s hand, and said:\n\n\u2018Hail to thee, son, for thy word! Herein thou speakest as if from my very soul, and fain am I of such a War-leader.\u2019\n\nAnd desire drew the eyes of the Sun-beam to Face-of-god, and she beheld him proudly. But he said:\n\n\u2018All hath been spoken that the others of us may speak; and now it falleth to the part of Folk-might to order our goings for the tryst for the onslaught, and the trysting-place shall be in Shadowy Vale. How sayest thou, Chief of the Wolf?\u2019\n\nSaid Folk-might: \u2018I have little to say; and it is for the War-leader to see to this closely and piecemeal. I deem, as we all deem, that there should be no delay; yet were it best to wend not all together to Shadowy Vale, but in divers bands, as soon as ye may after the Folk-mote, by the sure and nigh ways that we shall show you. And when we are gathered there, short is the rede, for all is ready there to wend by the passes which we know throughly, and whereby it is but two day"}, {"quote": "\u2018All hath been spoken that the others of us may speak; and now it falleth to the part of Folk-might to order our goings for the tryst for the onslaught, and the trysting-place shall be in Shadowy Vale. How sayest thou, Chief of the Wolf?\u2019", "context": "\u2018Folk-might was right when he said that all must be risked. Let us leave Rose-dale till we have overcome them of Silver-dale. Moreover, my father, thou must not deem of these felons as if they were of like wits to us, to forecast the deeds to come, and weigh the chances nicely, and unravel tangled clews. Rather they move like to the stares in autumn, or the winter wild-geese, and will all be thrust forward by some sting that entereth into their imaginations. Therefore, if they have appointed one moon to wear before they fall upon us, they will not stir till then, and we have time enough to do what must be done. Wherefore am I now of one mind with the rest of you. Now meseemeth it were well that these things which we have spoken here, and shall speak, should not be noised abroad openly; nay, at the Folk-mote it would be well that nought be said about the day or the way of our onslaught on Silver-dale, lest the foe take warning and be on their guard. Though, sooth to say, did I deem that if they had word of our intent they of Rose-dale would join themselves to them of Silver-dale, and that we should thus have all our foes in one net, then were I fain if the word would reach them. For my soul loathes the hunting that shall befall up and down the wood for the slaying of a man here, and two or three there, and the wearing of the days in wandering up and down with weapons in the hand, and the spinning out of hatred and delaying of peace.\u2019\n\nThen Iron-face reached his hand across the board and took his son\u2019s hand, and said:\n\n\u2018Hail to thee, son, for thy word! Herein thou speakest as if from my very soul, and fain am I of such a War-leader.\u2019\n\nAnd desire drew the eyes of the Sun-beam to Face-of-god, and she beheld him proudly. But he said:\n\n\u2018All hath been spoken that the others of us may speak; and now it falleth to the part of Folk-might to order our goings for the tryst for the onslaught, and the trysting-place shall be in Shadowy Vale. How sayest thou, Chief of the Wolf?\u2019\n\nSaid Folk-might: \u2018I have little to say; and it is for the War-leader to see to this closely and piecemeal. I deem, as we all deem, that there should be no delay; yet were it best to wend not all together to Shadowy Vale, but in divers bands, as soon as ye may after the Folk-mote, by the sure and nigh ways that we shall show you. And when we are gathered there, short is the rede, for all is ready there to wend by the passes which we know throughly, and whereby it is but two day"}, {"quote": "\u2018I have little to say; and it is for the War-leader to see to this closely and piecemeal. I deem, as we all deem, that there should be no delay; yet were it best to wend not all together to Shadowy Vale, but in divers bands, as soon as ye may after the Folk-mote, by the sure and nigh ways that we shall show you. And when we are gathered there, short is the rede, for all is ready there to wend by the passes which we know throughly, and whereby it is but two days", "context": "\u2018Hail to thee, son, for thy word! Herein thou speakest as if from my very soul, and fain am I of such a War-leader.\u2019\n\nAnd desire drew the eyes of the Sun-beam to Face-of-god, and she beheld him proudly. But he said:\n\n\u2018All hath been spoken that the others of us may speak; and now it falleth to the part of Folk-might to order our goings for the tryst for the onslaught, and the trysting-place shall be in Shadowy Vale. How sayest thou, Chief of the Wolf?\u2019\n\nSaid Folk-might: \u2018I have little to say; and it is for the War-leader to see to this closely and piecemeal. I deem, as we all deem, that there should be no delay; yet were it best to wend not all together to Shadowy Vale, but in divers bands, as soon as ye may after the Folk-mote, by the sure and nigh ways that we shall show you. And when we are gathered there, short is the rede, for all is ready there to wend by the passes which we know throughly, and whereby it is but two days\u2019 journey to the head of Silver-dale, nigh to the caves of the silver, where the felons dwell the thickest.\u2019\n\nHe set his teeth, and his colour came and went: for as constantly as the onslaught had been in his mind, yet whenever he spake of the great day of battle, hope and joy and anger wrought a tumult in his soul; and now that it was so nigh withal, he could not refrain his joy.\n\nBut he spake again:"}, {"quote": "\u2018Now therefore, War-leader, it is for thee to order the goings of thy folk. But I will tell thee that they shall not need to take aught with them save their weapons and victual for the way, that is, for thirty hours; because all is ready for them in Shadowy Vale, though it be but a poor place as to victual. Canst thou tell us, therefore, what thou wilt do?\u2019", "context": "\u2019 journey to the head of Silver-dale, nigh to the caves of the silver, where the felons dwell the thickest.\u2019\n\nHe set his teeth, and his colour came and went: for as constantly as the onslaught had been in his mind, yet whenever he spake of the great day of battle, hope and joy and anger wrought a tumult in his soul; and now that it was so nigh withal, he could not refrain his joy.\n\nBut he spake again: \u2018Now therefore, War-leader, it is for thee to order the goings of thy folk. But I will tell thee that they shall not need to take aught with them save their weapons and victual for the way, that is, for thirty hours; because all is ready for them in Shadowy Vale, though it be but a poor place as to victual. Canst thou tell us, therefore, what thou wilt do?\u2019\n\nFace-of-god had knit his brows and become gloomy of countenance; but now his face cleared, and he set his hand to his pouch, and drew forth a written parchment, and said:\n\n\u2018This is the order whereof I have bethought me. Before the Folk-mote I and the Wardens shall speak to the leaders of hundreds, who be mostly here at the Fair, and give them the day and the hour whereon they shall, each hundred, take their weapons and wend to Shadowy Vale, and also the place where they shall meet the men of yours who shall lead them across the Waste. These hundred-leaders shall then go straightway and give the word to the captains of scores, and the captains of scores to the captains of tens; and if, as is scarce doubtful, the Folk-mote yea-says the onslaught and the fellowship with you of the Wolf, then shall those leaders of tens bring their men to the trysting-place, and so go their ways to Shadowy Vale. Now here I have the roll of our Weapon-show, and I will look to it that none shall be passed over; and if ye ask me in what order they had best get on the way, my rede is that a two hundred should depart on the very evening of the day of the Folk-mote, and these to be of our folk of the Upper Dale; and on the morning of the morrow of the Folk-mote another two hundreds from the Dale; and in the evening of the same day the folk of the Shepherds, three hundreds or more, and that will be easy to them; again on the next day two more bands of the Lower Dale, one in the morning, one in the evening. Lastly, in the earliest dawn of the third day from the Folk-mote shall the Woodlanders wend their ways. But one hundred of men let us leave behind for the warding of the Burg, even as we agreed before. As for the place of tryst for the faring over the Waste, let it be the end of the knolls just by the jaws of the pass yonder, where the Weltering Water comes into the Dale from the East. How say ye?\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018It were good, brother, that we saw the other wardens as soon as may be, to do them to wit of this order, and what they have to do.\u2019", "context": "\u2018This is the order whereof I have bethought me. Before the Folk-mote I and the Wardens shall speak to the leaders of hundreds, who be mostly here at the Fair, and give them the day and the hour whereon they shall, each hundred, take their weapons and wend to Shadowy Vale, and also the place where they shall meet the men of yours who shall lead them across the Waste. These hundred-leaders shall then go straightway and give the word to the captains of scores, and the captains of scores to the captains of tens; and if, as is scarce doubtful, the Folk-mote yea-says the onslaught and the fellowship with you of the Wolf, then shall those leaders of tens bring their men to the trysting-place, and so go their ways to Shadowy Vale. Now here I have the roll of our Weapon-show, and I will look to it that none shall be passed over; and if ye ask me in what order they had best get on the way, my rede is that a two hundred should depart on the very evening of the day of the Folk-mote, and these to be of our folk of the Upper Dale; and on the morning of the morrow of the Folk-mote another two hundreds from the Dale; and in the evening of the same day the folk of the Shepherds, three hundreds or more, and that will be easy to them; again on the next day two more bands of the Lower Dale, one in the morning, one in the evening. Lastly, in the earliest dawn of the third day from the Folk-mote shall the Woodlanders wend their ways. But one hundred of men let us leave behind for the warding of the Burg, even as we agreed before. As for the place of tryst for the faring over the Waste, let it be the end of the knolls just by the jaws of the pass yonder, where the Weltering Water comes into the Dale from the East. How say ye?\u2019\n\nThey all said, and Folk-might especially, that it was right well devised, and that thus it should be done.\n\nThen turned Face-of-god to the Dale-warden, and said:\n\n\u2018It were good, brother, that we saw the other wardens as soon as may be, to do them to wit of this order, and what they have to do.\u2019\n\nTherewith he arose and took the Elder of the Dale-wardens away with him, and the twain set about their business straight-way. Neither did the others abide long in the Hall, but went out into the Burg to see the chapmen and their wares. There the Alderman bought what he needed of iron and steel and other matters; and Folk-might cheapened him a dagger curiously wrought, and a web of gold and silk for the Sun-beam, for which wares he paid in silver arm-rings, new-wrought and of strange fashion."}, {"quote": "\u2018Time presses on me these days; but if thou wouldest speak with me to-morrow as I would with thee, then mightest thou go on the Bridge of the Burg about sunrise, and I will be there, and we two only.\u2019", "context": "So wore the evening, and when night was come, men feasted throughout the Burg from house to house, and every hall was full. But the Guests from Shadowy Vale feasted in the Hall of the Face in all glee and goodwill; and with them were the chief of the chapmen and two others; but the rest of them had been laid hold of by goodmen of the Burg, and dragged into their feast-halls, for they were fain of those guests and their tales. One of the chapmen in the House of the Face knew Folk-might, and hailed him by the name he had borne in the Cities, Regulus to wit; indeed, the chief chapman knew him, and even somewhat over-well, for he had been held to ransom by Folk-might in those past days, and even yet feared him, because he, the chapman, had played somewhat of a dastard\u2019s part to him. But the other was an open-hearted and merry fellow, and no weakling; and Folk-might was fain of his talk concerning times bygone, and the fields they had foughten in, and other adventures that had befallen them, both good and evil.\n\nAs for Face-of-god, he went about the Hall soberly, and spake no more than behoved him, so as not to seem a mar-feast; for the image of the slaughter to be yet abode with him, and his heart foreboded the after-grief of the battle. He had no speech with the Sun-beam till men were sundering after the feast, and then he came close to her amidst of the turmoil, and said:\n\n\u2018Time presses on me these days; but if thou wouldest speak with me to-morrow as I would with thee, then mightest thou go on the Bridge of the Burg about sunrise, and I will be there, and we two only.\u2019\n\nHer face, which had been somewhat sad that evening (for she had been watching his), brightened at that word, and she took his hand as folk came thronging round about them, and said:\n\n\u2018Yea, friend, I shall be there, and fain of thee.\u2019 And therewithal they sundered for that night.\n\nAnd all men went to sleep throughout the Burg: howbeit they set a watch at the Burg-Gate; and Hall-face, when he was coming back from the woodland ward about sunset, fell in with Redcoat of Waterless and four score men on the Portway coming to meet him and take his place. All which was clean contrary to the wont of the Burgdalers, who at most whiles held no watch and ward, not even in Fair-time."}, {"quote": "\u2018Yea, friend, I shall be there, and fain of thee.", "context": "As for Face-of-god, he went about the Hall soberly, and spake no more than behoved him, so as not to seem a mar-feast; for the image of the slaughter to be yet abode with him, and his heart foreboded the after-grief of the battle. He had no speech with the Sun-beam till men were sundering after the feast, and then he came close to her amidst of the turmoil, and said:\n\n\u2018Time presses on me these days; but if thou wouldest speak with me to-morrow as I would with thee, then mightest thou go on the Bridge of the Burg about sunrise, and I will be there, and we two only.\u2019\n\nHer face, which had been somewhat sad that evening (for she had been watching his), brightened at that word, and she took his hand as folk came thronging round about them, and said:\n\n\u2018Yea, friend, I shall be there, and fain of thee.\u2019 And therewithal they sundered for that night.\n\nAnd all men went to sleep throughout the Burg: howbeit they set a watch at the Burg-Gate; and Hall-face, when he was coming back from the woodland ward about sunset, fell in with Redcoat of Waterless and four score men on the Portway coming to meet him and take his place. All which was clean contrary to the wont of the Burgdalers, who at most whiles held no watch and ward, not even in Fair-time."}, {"quote": "\"that even when the ship arrives, evil may come of it.\"", "context": "\"I believe,\" Ned said on the fourth day, \"that they have determined to starve us out. They must know that, however large our stock of provisions, they will not last forever; and indeed they will have learned, from the men who bore them in, something of the amount of stock which we have. It will last, you say, for two months; which would be little enough, were it not that we are expecting the ship you spoke of. If that comes shortly we shall, with the additional force which it is bringing; and the crew, who will no doubt aid; be able to attack them in the open. But were it not for that, our position would be a bad one.\"\n\n\"I fear,\" Tom said, \"that even when the ship arrives, evil may come of it.\"\n\n\"How is that, Tom?\" Ned asked.\n\n\"The captain will know nothing of what is passing on shore; and if he lands his men incautiously upon the beach, and advances in this direction, the natives will fall upon them and, taking them by surprise, cut them to pieces; and our last hope will then be gone.\"\n\n\"But we might sally out and effect a diversion,\" Reuben said.\n\n\"Yes,\" Tom replied; \"but, unfortunately, we should not know of the arrival of the ship until all is over.\""}, {"quote": "\"How is that, Tom?", "context": "\"I believe,\" Ned said on the fourth day, \"that they have determined to starve us out. They must know that, however large our stock of provisions, they will not last forever; and indeed they will have learned, from the men who bore them in, something of the amount of stock which we have. It will last, you say, for two months; which would be little enough, were it not that we are expecting the ship you spoke of. If that comes shortly we shall, with the additional force which it is bringing; and the crew, who will no doubt aid; be able to attack them in the open. But were it not for that, our position would be a bad one.\"\n\n\"I fear,\" Tom said, \"that even when the ship arrives, evil may come of it.\"\n\n\"How is that, Tom?\" Ned asked.\n\n\"The captain will know nothing of what is passing on shore; and if he lands his men incautiously upon the beach, and advances in this direction, the natives will fall upon them and, taking them by surprise, cut them to pieces; and our last hope will then be gone.\"\n\n\"But we might sally out and effect a diversion,\" Reuben said.\n\n\"Yes,\" Tom replied; \"but, unfortunately, we should not know of the arrival of the ship until all is over.\""}, {"quote": "\"The captain will know nothing of what is passing on shore; and if he lands his men incautiously upon the beach, and advances in this direction, the natives will fall upon them and, taking them by surprise, cut them to pieces; and our last hope will then be gone.\"", "context": "\"I believe,\" Ned said on the fourth day, \"that they have determined to starve us out. They must know that, however large our stock of provisions, they will not last forever; and indeed they will have learned, from the men who bore them in, something of the amount of stock which we have. It will last, you say, for two months; which would be little enough, were it not that we are expecting the ship you spoke of. If that comes shortly we shall, with the additional force which it is bringing; and the crew, who will no doubt aid; be able to attack them in the open. But were it not for that, our position would be a bad one.\"\n\n\"I fear,\" Tom said, \"that even when the ship arrives, evil may come of it.\"\n\n\"How is that, Tom?\" Ned asked.\n\n\"The captain will know nothing of what is passing on shore; and if he lands his men incautiously upon the beach, and advances in this direction, the natives will fall upon them and, taking them by surprise, cut them to pieces; and our last hope will then be gone.\"\n\n\"But we might sally out and effect a diversion,\" Reuben said.\n\n\"Yes,\" Tom replied; \"but, unfortunately, we should not know of the arrival of the ship until all is over.\"\n\nIt was clear to all that Tom's view was the correct one, and that the position was much more serious than they had anticipated. For some time the governor and the four young men looked at each other, blankly. The destruction of the reinforcements, which would be followed no doubt by the capture of the ship by the war canoes, and the massacre of all on board, would indeed be fatal to their hopes. After what they had seen of the determination with which the enemy had come up to attack the gate, they were sure that they would fight valiantly, outside."}, {"quote": "\"But we might sally out and effect a diversion,", "context": "\"I believe,\" Ned said on the fourth day, \"that they have determined to starve us out. They must know that, however large our stock of provisions, they will not last forever; and indeed they will have learned, from the men who bore them in, something of the amount of stock which we have. It will last, you say, for two months; which would be little enough, were it not that we are expecting the ship you spoke of. If that comes shortly we shall, with the additional force which it is bringing; and the crew, who will no doubt aid; be able to attack them in the open. But were it not for that, our position would be a bad one.\"\n\n\"I fear,\" Tom said, \"that even when the ship arrives, evil may come of it.\"\n\n\"How is that, Tom?\" Ned asked.\n\n\"The captain will know nothing of what is passing on shore; and if he lands his men incautiously upon the beach, and advances in this direction, the natives will fall upon them and, taking them by surprise, cut them to pieces; and our last hope will then be gone.\"\n\n\"But we might sally out and effect a diversion,\" Reuben said.\n\n\"Yes,\" Tom replied; \"but, unfortunately, we should not know of the arrival of the ship until all is over.\"\n\nIt was clear to all that Tom's view was the correct one, and that the position was much more serious than they had anticipated. For some time the governor and the four young men looked at each other, blankly. The destruction of the reinforcements, which would be followed no doubt by the capture of the ship by the war canoes, and the massacre of all on board, would indeed be fatal to their hopes. After what they had seen of the determination with which the enemy had come up to attack the gate, they were sure that they would fight valiantly, outside."}, {"quote": "\"but, unfortunately, we should not know of the arrival of the ship until all is over.\"", "context": "\"that even when the ship arrives, evil may come of it.\"\n\n\"How is that, Tom?\" Ned asked.\n\n\"The captain will know nothing of what is passing on shore; and if he lands his men incautiously upon the beach, and advances in this direction, the natives will fall upon them and, taking them by surprise, cut them to pieces; and our last hope will then be gone.\"\n\n\"But we might sally out and effect a diversion,\" Reuben said.\n\n\"Yes,\" Tom replied; \"but, unfortunately, we should not know of the arrival of the ship until all is over.\"\n\nIt was clear to all that Tom's view was the correct one, and that the position was much more serious than they had anticipated. For some time the governor and the four young men looked at each other, blankly. The destruction of the reinforcements, which would be followed no doubt by the capture of the ship by the war canoes, and the massacre of all on board, would indeed be fatal to their hopes. After what they had seen of the determination with which the enemy had come up to attack the gate, they were sure that they would fight valiantly, outside."}, {"quote": "\"Upon what day do you think the ship will arrive?", "context": "It was clear to all that Tom's view was the correct one, and that the position was much more serious than they had anticipated. For some time the governor and the four young men looked at each other, blankly. The destruction of the reinforcements, which would be followed no doubt by the capture of the ship by the war canoes, and the massacre of all on board, would indeed be fatal to their hopes. After what they had seen of the determination with which the enemy had come up to attack the gate, they were sure that they would fight valiantly, outside.\n\nThe question of sallying forth was again discussed, and all were of opinion that, unequal as the fight would be, it were better to attempt to defeat the enemy than to remain quiet, and allow them to triumph over the coming reinforcements.\n\n\"Upon what day do you think the ship will arrive?\" Ned said, after considerable thought.\n\n\"I cannot say to a day,\" the governor replied; \"but she should be here this week. There is no exact time, because she has to touch at several other islands. She leaves Goa always on a certain day; but she takes many weeks on her voyage, even if the wind be favorable She might have been here a week since. She may not be here for another fortnight. But unless something unforeseen has occurred, she should be here by that time; for the winds are steady in these regions, and the rate of sailing regular.\""}, {"quote": "\"I cannot say to a day,", "context": "It was clear to all that Tom's view was the correct one, and that the position was much more serious than they had anticipated. For some time the governor and the four young men looked at each other, blankly. The destruction of the reinforcements, which would be followed no doubt by the capture of the ship by the war canoes, and the massacre of all on board, would indeed be fatal to their hopes. After what they had seen of the determination with which the enemy had come up to attack the gate, they were sure that they would fight valiantly, outside.\n\nThe question of sallying forth was again discussed, and all were of opinion that, unequal as the fight would be, it were better to attempt to defeat the enemy than to remain quiet, and allow them to triumph over the coming reinforcements.\n\n\"Upon what day do you think the ship will arrive?\" Ned said, after considerable thought.\n\n\"I cannot say to a day,\" the governor replied; \"but she should be here this week. There is no exact time, because she has to touch at several other islands. She leaves Goa always on a certain day; but she takes many weeks on her voyage, even if the wind be favorable She might have been here a week since. She may not be here for another fortnight. But unless something unforeseen has occurred, she should be here by that time; for the winds are steady in these regions, and the rate of sailing regular.\""}, {"quote": "\"but she should be here this week. There is no exact time, because she has to touch at several other islands. She leaves Goa always on a certain day; but she takes many weeks on her voyage, even if the wind be favorable She might have been here a week since. She may not be here for another fortnight. But unless something unforeseen has occurred, she should be here by that time; for the winds are steady in these regions, and the rate of sailing regular.\"", "context": "It was clear to all that Tom's view was the correct one, and that the position was much more serious than they had anticipated. For some time the governor and the four young men looked at each other, blankly. The destruction of the reinforcements, which would be followed no doubt by the capture of the ship by the war canoes, and the massacre of all on board, would indeed be fatal to their hopes. After what they had seen of the determination with which the enemy had come up to attack the gate, they were sure that they would fight valiantly, outside.\n\nThe question of sallying forth was again discussed, and all were of opinion that, unequal as the fight would be, it were better to attempt to defeat the enemy than to remain quiet, and allow them to triumph over the coming reinforcements.\n\n\"Upon what day do you think the ship will arrive?\" Ned said, after considerable thought.\n\n\"I cannot say to a day,\" the governor replied; \"but she should be here this week. There is no exact time, because she has to touch at several other islands. She leaves Goa always on a certain day; but she takes many weeks on her voyage, even if the wind be favorable She might have been here a week since. She may not be here for another fortnight. But unless something unforeseen has occurred, she should be here by that time; for the winds are steady in these regions, and the rate of sailing regular.\"\n\n\"The one chance appears to me,\" Ned said, after thinking for some time, \"is to give them warning of what is happening here.\"\n\n\"But how is that to be done?\" asked the governor.\n\n\"The only possible plan,\" Ned said, \"would be for one of us -- and I should be ready to accept the duty, knowing more perhaps of the ways of natives than the others -- to steal forth from the castle, to make for the shore, and to lie concealed among the woods until the vessel is in sight. If then I could find a canoe, to seize it and paddle off to the ship; if not, to swim.\""}, {"quote": "\"The one chance appears to me,", "context": "\" the governor replied; \"but she should be here this week. There is no exact time, because she has to touch at several other islands. She leaves Goa always on a certain day; but she takes many weeks on her voyage, even if the wind be favorable She might have been here a week since. She may not be here for another fortnight. But unless something unforeseen has occurred, she should be here by that time; for the winds are steady in these regions, and the rate of sailing regular.\"\n\n\"The one chance appears to me,\" Ned said, after thinking for some time, \"is to give them warning of what is happening here.\"\n\n\"But how is that to be done?\" asked the governor.\n\n\"The only possible plan,\" Ned said, \"would be for one of us -- and I should be ready to accept the duty, knowing more perhaps of the ways of natives than the others -- to steal forth from the castle, to make for the shore, and to lie concealed among the woods until the vessel is in sight. If then I could find a canoe, to seize it and paddle off to the ship; if not, to swim.\""}, {"quote": "\"is to give them warning of what is happening here.\"", "context": "\"but she should be here this week. There is no exact time, because she has to touch at several other islands. She leaves Goa always on a certain day; but she takes many weeks on her voyage, even if the wind be favorable She might have been here a week since. She may not be here for another fortnight. But unless something unforeseen has occurred, she should be here by that time; for the winds are steady in these regions, and the rate of sailing regular.\"\n\n\"The one chance appears to me,\" Ned said, after thinking for some time, \"is to give them warning of what is happening here.\"\n\n\"But how is that to be done?\" asked the governor.\n\n\"The only possible plan,\" Ned said, \"would be for one of us -- and I should be ready to accept the duty, knowing more perhaps of the ways of natives than the others -- to steal forth from the castle, to make for the shore, and to lie concealed among the woods until the vessel is in sight. If then I could find a canoe, to seize it and paddle off to the ship; if not, to swim.\""}, {"quote": "\"But how is that to be done?", "context": "\"but she should be here this week. There is no exact time, because she has to touch at several other islands. She leaves Goa always on a certain day; but she takes many weeks on her voyage, even if the wind be favorable She might have been here a week since. She may not be here for another fortnight. But unless something unforeseen has occurred, she should be here by that time; for the winds are steady in these regions, and the rate of sailing regular.\"\n\n\"The one chance appears to me,\" Ned said, after thinking for some time, \"is to give them warning of what is happening here.\"\n\n\"But how is that to be done?\" asked the governor.\n\n\"The only possible plan,\" Ned said, \"would be for one of us -- and I should be ready to accept the duty, knowing more perhaps of the ways of natives than the others -- to steal forth from the castle, to make for the shore, and to lie concealed among the woods until the vessel is in sight. If then I could find a canoe, to seize it and paddle off to the ship; if not, to swim.\"\n\nThe other lads eagerly volunteered to undertake the work; but Ned insisted that he was better suited to it, not only from his knowledge of the natives, but from his superior powers in swimming."}, {"quote": "\"The only possible plan,", "context": "\"but she should be here this week. There is no exact time, because she has to touch at several other islands. She leaves Goa always on a certain day; but she takes many weeks on her voyage, even if the wind be favorable She might have been here a week since. She may not be here for another fortnight. But unless something unforeseen has occurred, she should be here by that time; for the winds are steady in these regions, and the rate of sailing regular.\"\n\n\"The one chance appears to me,\" Ned said, after thinking for some time, \"is to give them warning of what is happening here.\"\n\n\"But how is that to be done?\" asked the governor.\n\n\"The only possible plan,\" Ned said, \"would be for one of us -- and I should be ready to accept the duty, knowing more perhaps of the ways of natives than the others -- to steal forth from the castle, to make for the shore, and to lie concealed among the woods until the vessel is in sight. If then I could find a canoe, to seize it and paddle off to the ship; if not, to swim.\"\n\nThe other lads eagerly volunteered to undertake the work; but Ned insisted that he was better suited to it, not only from his knowledge of the natives, but from his superior powers in swimming."}, {"quote": "\"would be for one of us -- and I should be ready to accept the duty, knowing more perhaps of the ways of natives than the others -- to steal forth from the castle, to make for the shore, and to lie concealed among the woods until the vessel is in sight. If then I could find a canoe, to seize it and paddle off to the ship; if not, to swim.\"", "context": "\"but she should be here this week. There is no exact time, because she has to touch at several other islands. She leaves Goa always on a certain day; but she takes many weeks on her voyage, even if the wind be favorable She might have been here a week since. She may not be here for another fortnight. But unless something unforeseen has occurred, she should be here by that time; for the winds are steady in these regions, and the rate of sailing regular.\"\n\n\"The one chance appears to me,\" Ned said, after thinking for some time, \"is to give them warning of what is happening here.\"\n\n\"But how is that to be done?\" asked the governor.\n\n\"The only possible plan,\" Ned said, \"would be for one of us -- and I should be ready to accept the duty, knowing more perhaps of the ways of natives than the others -- to steal forth from the castle, to make for the shore, and to lie concealed among the woods until the vessel is in sight. If then I could find a canoe, to seize it and paddle off to the ship; if not, to swim.\"\n\nThe other lads eagerly volunteered to undertake the work; but Ned insisted that he was better suited to it, not only from his knowledge of the natives, but from his superior powers in swimming.\n\n\"I may have,\" he said, \"to keep myself up in the water for a long time, and perhaps to swim for my life, if the natives see me. It is even desirable, above all things, that whosoever undertakes the work should be a good swimmer; and although you have long ago given up calling me The Otter, I do not suppose that my powers in the water have diminished.\""}, {"quote": "\"to keep myself up in the water for a long time, and perhaps to swim for my life, if the natives see me. It is even desirable, above all things, that whosoever undertakes the work should be a good swimmer; and although you have long ago given up calling me The Otter, I do not suppose that my powers in the water have diminished.\"", "context": "\"would be for one of us -- and I should be ready to accept the duty, knowing more perhaps of the ways of natives than the others -- to steal forth from the castle, to make for the shore, and to lie concealed among the woods until the vessel is in sight. If then I could find a canoe, to seize it and paddle off to the ship; if not, to swim.\"\n\nThe other lads eagerly volunteered to undertake the work; but Ned insisted that he was better suited to it, not only from his knowledge of the natives, but from his superior powers in swimming.\n\n\"I may have,\" he said, \"to keep myself up in the water for a long time, and perhaps to swim for my life, if the natives see me. It is even desirable, above all things, that whosoever undertakes the work should be a good swimmer; and although you have long ago given up calling me The Otter, I do not suppose that my powers in the water have diminished.\"\n\nAfter long consultation, it was agreed that this plan offered more chances of success than any other.\n\n\"It would be most desirable,\" Gerald said, \"that we should have some notice, here, of the ship being in sight; in order that we might sally out, and lend a hand to our friends on their arrival. I will, therefore, if you will allow me, go with Ned; and when the ship is in sight, I will make my way back here, while he goes off to the vessel.\""}, {"quote": "\"It would be most desirable,", "context": "\"I may have,\" he said, \"to keep myself up in the water for a long time, and perhaps to swim for my life, if the natives see me. It is even desirable, above all things, that whosoever undertakes the work should be a good swimmer; and although you have long ago given up calling me The Otter, I do not suppose that my powers in the water have diminished.\"\n\nAfter long consultation, it was agreed that this plan offered more chances of success than any other.\n\n\"It would be most desirable,\" Gerald said, \"that we should have some notice, here, of the ship being in sight; in order that we might sally out, and lend a hand to our friends on their arrival. I will, therefore, if you will allow me, go with Ned; and when the ship is in sight, I will make my way back here, while he goes off to the vessel.\"\n\n\"But it will be impossible,\" Ned said, \"to make your way back here in the daytime. I can steal out at night, but to return unnoticed would be difficult, indeed.\""}, {"quote": "\"that we should have some notice, here, of the ship being in sight; in order that we might sally out, and lend a hand to our friends on their arrival. I will, therefore, if you will allow me, go with Ned; and when the ship is in sight, I will make my way back here, while he goes off to the vessel.\"", "context": "\"to keep myself up in the water for a long time, and perhaps to swim for my life, if the natives see me. It is even desirable, above all things, that whosoever undertakes the work should be a good swimmer; and although you have long ago given up calling me The Otter, I do not suppose that my powers in the water have diminished.\"\n\nAfter long consultation, it was agreed that this plan offered more chances of success than any other.\n\n\"It would be most desirable,\" Gerald said, \"that we should have some notice, here, of the ship being in sight; in order that we might sally out, and lend a hand to our friends on their arrival. I will, therefore, if you will allow me, go with Ned; and when the ship is in sight, I will make my way back here, while he goes off to the vessel.\"\n\n\"But it will be impossible,\" Ned said, \"to make your way back here in the daytime. I can steal out at night, but to return unnoticed would be difficult, indeed.\"\n\n\"But when you see the ship, Ned, and get on board, you might warn them to delay their landing until the next morning; and in the night I might enter here with the news, and we might sally out at daybreak.\"\n\nThis plan appeared to offer more advantages than any other; and it was agreed, at last, that the two lads should, having darkened their skins and put on Indian dress, steal out that night from the castle and make for the shore. Tom and Reuben regretted much that they could not take part in the enterprise; but the governor assured them that, even were it desirable that four should undertake the mission, they could not be spared, since their presence would be greatly needed in the castle should the natives, before the arrival of the ship, make an attack upon it."}, {"quote": "\"But it will be impossible,", "context": "After long consultation, it was agreed that this plan offered more chances of success than any other.\n\n\"It would be most desirable,\" Gerald said, \"that we should have some notice, here, of the ship being in sight; in order that we might sally out, and lend a hand to our friends on their arrival. I will, therefore, if you will allow me, go with Ned; and when the ship is in sight, I will make my way back here, while he goes off to the vessel.\"\n\n\"But it will be impossible,\" Ned said, \"to make your way back here in the daytime. I can steal out at night, but to return unnoticed would be difficult, indeed.\"\n\n\"But when you see the ship, Ned, and get on board, you might warn them to delay their landing until the next morning; and in the night I might enter here with the news, and we might sally out at daybreak.\"\n\nThis plan appeared to offer more advantages than any other; and it was agreed, at last, that the two lads should, having darkened their skins and put on Indian dress, steal out that night from the castle and make for the shore. Tom and Reuben regretted much that they could not take part in the enterprise; but the governor assured them that, even were it desirable that four should undertake the mission, they could not be spared, since their presence would be greatly needed in the castle should the natives, before the arrival of the ship, make an attack upon it."}, {"quote": "\"to make your way back here in the daytime. I can steal out at night, but to return unnoticed would be difficult, indeed.\"", "context": "After long consultation, it was agreed that this plan offered more chances of success than any other.\n\n\"It would be most desirable,\" Gerald said, \"that we should have some notice, here, of the ship being in sight; in order that we might sally out, and lend a hand to our friends on their arrival. I will, therefore, if you will allow me, go with Ned; and when the ship is in sight, I will make my way back here, while he goes off to the vessel.\"\n\n\"But it will be impossible,\" Ned said, \"to make your way back here in the daytime. I can steal out at night, but to return unnoticed would be difficult, indeed.\"\n\n\"But when you see the ship, Ned, and get on board, you might warn them to delay their landing until the next morning; and in the night I might enter here with the news, and we might sally out at daybreak.\"\n\nThis plan appeared to offer more advantages than any other; and it was agreed, at last, that the two lads should, having darkened their skins and put on Indian dress, steal out that night from the castle and make for the shore. Tom and Reuben regretted much that they could not take part in the enterprise; but the governor assured them that, even were it desirable that four should undertake the mission, they could not be spared, since their presence would be greatly needed in the castle should the natives, before the arrival of the ship, make an attack upon it."}, {"quote": "\"But when you see the ship, Ned, and get on board, you might warn them to delay their landing until the next morning; and in the night I might enter here with the news, and we might sally out at daybreak.\"", "context": "\"that we should have some notice, here, of the ship being in sight; in order that we might sally out, and lend a hand to our friends on their arrival. I will, therefore, if you will allow me, go with Ned; and when the ship is in sight, I will make my way back here, while he goes off to the vessel.\"\n\n\"But it will be impossible,\" Ned said, \"to make your way back here in the daytime. I can steal out at night, but to return unnoticed would be difficult, indeed.\"\n\n\"But when you see the ship, Ned, and get on board, you might warn them to delay their landing until the next morning; and in the night I might enter here with the news, and we might sally out at daybreak.\"\n\nThis plan appeared to offer more advantages than any other; and it was agreed, at last, that the two lads should, having darkened their skins and put on Indian dress, steal out that night from the castle and make for the shore. Tom and Reuben regretted much that they could not take part in the enterprise; but the governor assured them that, even were it desirable that four should undertake the mission, they could not be spared, since their presence would be greatly needed in the castle should the natives, before the arrival of the ship, make an attack upon it."}, {"quote": "\"I will keep along the shore, under the cliff, until I get nearly to the landing; and will then strike out. Do you make for the castle, and tell them that the ship has arrived, and that we will attack tomorrow; but not at daybreak, as we proposed, but at noon.\"", "context": "It was late in the afternoon of the fifth day that the lads observed a sail in the distance. It was indeed so far away that, as the light was fading, they could not say with absolute certainty that it was the longed-for ship. They both felt convinced, however, that they had seen a sail; and watched intently, as night darkened, for some sign of its passage.\n\nIt was four hours later when they saw, passing along at a distance of about half a mile, a light on the ocean which could be no other than that on board a ship.\n\n\"Now is the time,\" Ned said. \"I will keep along the shore, under the cliff, until I get nearly to the landing; and will then strike out. Do you make for the castle, and tell them that the ship has arrived, and that we will attack tomorrow; but not at daybreak, as we proposed, but at noon.\"\n\nAs Ned proceeded on his way along the shore, he saw suddenly blaze up, far ahead at the landing place, a small bonfire.\n\n\"Ah!\" he muttered to himself. \"The natives have seen the ship, too; and are following the usual custom, here, of making a fire to show them where to land. I trust that they will not fall into the snare.\"\n\nWhen, however, he had reached within a quarter of a mile of the landing, he saw a small boat come suddenly within its range of light, and two white men step out of it. They were received, apparently, with much respect by the natives assembled there, and at once advanced up the road; while the boat, putting off, disappeared in the darkness."}, {"quote": "\"The natives have seen the ship, too; and are following the usual custom, here, of making a fire to show them where to land. I trust that they will not fall into the snare.\"", "context": "\"Now is the time,\" Ned said. \"I will keep along the shore, under the cliff, until I get nearly to the landing; and will then strike out. Do you make for the castle, and tell them that the ship has arrived, and that we will attack tomorrow; but not at daybreak, as we proposed, but at noon.\"\n\nAs Ned proceeded on his way along the shore, he saw suddenly blaze up, far ahead at the landing place, a small bonfire.\n\n\"Ah!\" he muttered to himself. \"The natives have seen the ship, too; and are following the usual custom, here, of making a fire to show them where to land. I trust that they will not fall into the snare.\"\n\nWhen, however, he had reached within a quarter of a mile of the landing, he saw a small boat come suddenly within its range of light, and two white men step out of it. They were received, apparently, with much respect by the natives assembled there, and at once advanced up the road; while the boat, putting off, disappeared in the darkness.\n\n\"They will be murdered,\" Ned said to himself, \"before they have gone a hundred yards. The natives were crafty enough to allow them to land without hindrance, in order that no suspicion might arise among those on board ship.\""}, {"quote": "\"before they have gone a hundred yards. The natives were crafty enough to allow them to land without hindrance, in order that no suspicion might arise among those on board ship.\"", "context": "\"The natives have seen the ship, too; and are following the usual custom, here, of making a fire to show them where to land. I trust that they will not fall into the snare.\"\n\nWhen, however, he had reached within a quarter of a mile of the landing, he saw a small boat come suddenly within its range of light, and two white men step out of it. They were received, apparently, with much respect by the natives assembled there, and at once advanced up the road; while the boat, putting off, disappeared in the darkness.\n\n\"They will be murdered,\" Ned said to himself, \"before they have gone a hundred yards. The natives were crafty enough to allow them to land without hindrance, in order that no suspicion might arise among those on board ship.\"\n\nIn the stillness of the night he thought that he heard a distant cry. But he was not sure that his ears had not deceived him. Far out he could see a faint light and, knowing that this marked the place where the ship was moored, he prepared to strike out for it.\n\nIt was a long swim, and further than he had expected; for in the darkness the captain, unable to see the land, had prudently anchored at a considerable distance from it. Even, however, had it been several times as far, Ned could have swum the distance without difficulty; but the whole way he could not forget that those seas swarmed with sharks, and that any moment he might have to encounter one of those hideous monsters. He had left his sword behind him, but carried a dagger and, as he swam, kept his eyes in all directions, in order that he should not be attacked unprepared."}, {"quote": "\"Where are you? I cannot see your boat.\"", "context": "It was a long swim, and further than he had expected; for in the darkness the captain, unable to see the land, had prudently anchored at a considerable distance from it. Even, however, had it been several times as far, Ned could have swum the distance without difficulty; but the whole way he could not forget that those seas swarmed with sharks, and that any moment he might have to encounter one of those hideous monsters. He had left his sword behind him, but carried a dagger and, as he swam, kept his eyes in all directions, in order that he should not be attacked unprepared.\n\nThe ocean was however, fortunately, at that time deserted by these beasts; or if they were in the neighborhood, the quiet, steady, noiseless stroke of the swimmer did not reach their ears.\n\nAs he neared the ship his heart rose, and he sang out blithely, \"Ship ahoy!\"\n\n\"Hullo!\" was the reply. \"Where are you? I cannot see your boat.\"\n\n\"I am swimming,\" Ned answered. \"Throw me a rope, to climb up the side. I have a message from the governor for the captain of the ship.\"\n\nA minute later Ned stood upon the deck of the Portuguese vessel, the soldiers and sailors looking on wonderingly at him, his body being white, but his face still colored by the preparation.\n\nThe captain himself soon appeared.\n\n\"I am the bearer of a message to you, senor, from the governor,\" Ned said. \"It is here in this hollow reed. He gives you but few particulars, but I believe tells you that you may place every confidence in me, and that I have detailed instructions from him.\""}, {"quote": "\"Throw me a rope, to climb up the side. I have a message from the governor for the captain of the ship.\"", "context": "It was a long swim, and further than he had expected; for in the darkness the captain, unable to see the land, had prudently anchored at a considerable distance from it. Even, however, had it been several times as far, Ned could have swum the distance without difficulty; but the whole way he could not forget that those seas swarmed with sharks, and that any moment he might have to encounter one of those hideous monsters. He had left his sword behind him, but carried a dagger and, as he swam, kept his eyes in all directions, in order that he should not be attacked unprepared.\n\nThe ocean was however, fortunately, at that time deserted by these beasts; or if they were in the neighborhood, the quiet, steady, noiseless stroke of the swimmer did not reach their ears.\n\nAs he neared the ship his heart rose, and he sang out blithely, \"Ship ahoy!\"\n\n\"Hullo!\" was the reply. \"Where are you? I cannot see your boat.\"\n\n\"I am swimming,\" Ned answered. \"Throw me a rope, to climb up the side. I have a message from the governor for the captain of the ship.\"\n\nA minute later Ned stood upon the deck of the Portuguese vessel, the soldiers and sailors looking on wonderingly at him, his body being white, but his face still colored by the preparation.\n\nThe captain himself soon appeared.\n\n\"I am the bearer of a message to you, senor, from the governor,\" Ned said. \"It is here in this hollow reed. He gives you but few particulars, but I believe tells you that you may place every confidence in me, and that I have detailed instructions from him.\""}, {"quote": "\"I am the bearer of a message to you, senor, from the governor,", "context": "As he neared the ship his heart rose, and he sang out blithely, \"Ship ahoy!\"\n\n\"Hullo!\" was the reply. \"Where are you? I cannot see your boat.\"\n\n\"I am swimming,\" Ned answered. \"Throw me a rope, to climb up the side. I have a message from the governor for the captain of the ship.\"\n\nA minute later Ned stood upon the deck of the Portuguese vessel, the soldiers and sailors looking on wonderingly at him, his body being white, but his face still colored by the preparation.\n\nThe captain himself soon appeared.\n\n\"I am the bearer of a message to you, senor, from the governor,\" Ned said. \"It is here in this hollow reed. He gives you but few particulars, but I believe tells you that you may place every confidence in me, and that I have detailed instructions from him.\"\n\nThe captain split open the little reed which Ned handed to him, and taking out a paper coiled within it, opened it, and by the light of a lantern read:\n\n\"We are in a very critical position, and it will need at once courage and prudence to come out of it. I have sent my friend Don Eduardo Hearne, an English gentleman of repute, to warn you against the danger which threatens, and to advise you on your further proceedings. He will give you all particulars.\""}, {"quote": "\"It is here in this hollow reed. He gives you but few particulars, but I believe tells you that you may place every confidence in me, and that I have detailed instructions from him.\"", "context": "\"Where are you? I cannot see your boat.\"\n\n\"I am swimming,\" Ned answered. \"Throw me a rope, to climb up the side. I have a message from the governor for the captain of the ship.\"\n\nA minute later Ned stood upon the deck of the Portuguese vessel, the soldiers and sailors looking on wonderingly at him, his body being white, but his face still colored by the preparation.\n\nThe captain himself soon appeared.\n\n\"I am the bearer of a message to you, senor, from the governor,\" Ned said. \"It is here in this hollow reed. He gives you but few particulars, but I believe tells you that you may place every confidence in me, and that I have detailed instructions from him.\"\n\nThe captain split open the little reed which Ned handed to him, and taking out a paper coiled within it, opened it, and by the light of a lantern read:\n\n\"We are in a very critical position, and it will need at once courage and prudence to come out of it. I have sent my friend Don Eduardo Hearne, an English gentleman of repute, to warn you against the danger which threatens, and to advise you on your further proceedings. He will give you all particulars.\""}, {"quote": "\"We are in a very critical position, and it will need at once courage and prudence to come out of it. I have sent my friend Don Eduardo Hearne, an English gentleman of repute, to warn you against the danger which threatens, and to advise you on your further proceedings. He will give you all particulars.\"", "context": "The captain himself soon appeared.\n\n\"I am the bearer of a message to you, senor, from the governor,\" Ned said. \"It is here in this hollow reed. He gives you but few particulars, but I believe tells you that you may place every confidence in me, and that I have detailed instructions from him.\"\n\nThe captain split open the little reed which Ned handed to him, and taking out a paper coiled within it, opened it, and by the light of a lantern read:\n\n\"We are in a very critical position, and it will need at once courage and prudence to come out of it. I have sent my friend Don Eduardo Hearne, an English gentleman of repute, to warn you against the danger which threatens, and to advise you on your further proceedings. He will give you all particulars.\"\n\nThe captain invited Ned to follow him to his cabin and, calling in the officers, asked for an explanation of this singular visit. Ned briefly entered into an account of the landing of the natives of Ternate, and of the present situation; and the captain rejoiced at the escape, which he had had, from falling into an ambuscade. This he would assuredly have done, had he landed the troops in the morning as he had intended, and marched them inland, fearing no danger, and unprepared for attack."}, {"quote": "\"be close to the spot now; but it is needful that one boat should go forward, and find the exact entrance to the creek.\"", "context": "The captain at once agreed to the proposition. The three boats of the ship were lowered, and the sailors and soldiers took their places; only two or three being left on board ship, as there was no fear, whatever, of an attack from the shore during the night. Ned took his place in the leading boat of the captain, and acted as guide. They coasted along at a short distance from the land, until Ned told them to cease rowing.\n\n\"We must,\" he said, \"be close to the spot now; but it is needful that one boat should go forward, and find the exact entrance to the creek.\"\n\nRowing very quietly, the boat in which he was advanced, until within a few yards of the shore; and then proceeded quietly along, for a distance of a few hundred yards, when the black line of shore disappeared, and a streak of water was seen stretching inland. Quietly they rowed back to the other two boats, and the three advancing, entered the creek together.\n\nBefore starting, each officer had been assigned his work. The crew of one of the boats, consisting principally of soldiers, were to land, to advance a short distance inland, and to repulse any attacks that the natives might make upon them. Another party were to stave in all the small canoes and, this done, they were to assist the third boat's crew in launching the war canoes into the water."}, {"quote": "\"mixed up with the Ternate people are all the natives of this island, and to exterminate them would be to leave us without labor, and to ruin the island. In the next place, the havoc which has been already wrought in our plantations is such that it will take years to repair; and the longer this fighting goes on, the more complete will be the destruction. I think, then, that we should grant them the easiest terms possible. They will be only too glad to escape, and to get back to their own land, and will be long before they invade us again.\"", "context": "After a short consultation it was decided to press the enemy, and to leave them no time to recover from the demoralization caused by the loss of their boats, and the junction of the two parties of white men. The forces were, therefore, divided into two equal parts, and these started in different directions. Clump after clump of trees was searched, and the enemy driven from them. At first some resistance was made; but gradually the natives became completely panic stricken, and fled without striking a blow.\n\nUntil nightfall the two parties continued to hunt, and shoot down, a large number of the natives. Then they returned to the castle. They now had a consultation as to the terms which they should grant the natives; for they had no doubt that victory had declared itself, finally, in their favor Some were for continuing the strife until the enemy were exterminated; but the governor of the island was opposed to this.\n\n\"In the first place,\" he said, \"mixed up with the Ternate people are all the natives of this island, and to exterminate them would be to leave us without labor, and to ruin the island. In the next place, the havoc which has been already wrought in our plantations is such that it will take years to repair; and the longer this fighting goes on, the more complete will be the destruction. I think, then, that we should grant them the easiest terms possible. They will be only too glad to escape, and to get back to their own land, and will be long before they invade us again.\"\n\n\"I think,\" the officer who had arrived with the reinforcements of soldiers said, \"it would be well, senor, if you were to consult with the priest who is on board. He is a man who has the ear of the council at Goa. He was but recently arrived, and knows but little of the natives; but he is full of zeal, and it would be well, I think, were we to make an arrangement of which he would perfectly approve; so that his report, when he reached Goa, should be altogether favorable\""}, {"quote": "\"it would be well, senor, if you were to consult with the priest who is on board. He is a man who has the ear of the council at Goa. He was but recently arrived, and knows but little of the natives; but he is full of zeal, and it would be well, I think, were we to make an arrangement of which he would perfectly approve; so that his report, when he reached Goa, should be altogether favorable\"", "context": "\"mixed up with the Ternate people are all the natives of this island, and to exterminate them would be to leave us without labor, and to ruin the island. In the next place, the havoc which has been already wrought in our plantations is such that it will take years to repair; and the longer this fighting goes on, the more complete will be the destruction. I think, then, that we should grant them the easiest terms possible. They will be only too glad to escape, and to get back to their own land, and will be long before they invade us again.\"\n\n\"I think,\" the officer who had arrived with the reinforcements of soldiers said, \"it would be well, senor, if you were to consult with the priest who is on board. He is a man who has the ear of the council at Goa. He was but recently arrived, and knows but little of the natives; but he is full of zeal, and it would be well, I think, were we to make an arrangement of which he would perfectly approve; so that his report, when he reached Goa, should be altogether favorable\"\n\nThe governor agreed to this proposal, and decided to send a party down to the shore, in the morning, to bring the priest up to the castle.\n\nEarly in the morning, a large crowd of natives were seen at a short distance. In their hands they held boughs of trees, and waved them to express their desire to enter into negotiations. The governor, however, fired two or three shots over their heads, as a signal to them to keep farther away, as their advances would not be received. Then, while a party went down to the shore to fetch the priest, he again sallied out and drove the natives before him."}, {"quote": "\"In my opinion it is essential, above all things, that they should be forced to accept Christianity.\"", "context": "Early in the morning, a large crowd of natives were seen at a short distance. In their hands they held boughs of trees, and waved them to express their desire to enter into negotiations. The governor, however, fired two or three shots over their heads, as a signal to them to keep farther away, as their advances would not be received. Then, while a party went down to the shore to fetch the priest, he again sallied out and drove the natives before him.\n\nWhen the holy father arrived another council was held, and he was informed that the people were ready to treat, and asked what, in his opinion, should be the terms imposed upon them. He heard the arguments of the governor, in favor of allowing them to return to their island, but he said:\n\n\"In my opinion it is essential, above all things, that they should be forced to accept Christianity.\"\n\nAt this the Englishmen, and indeed the two Portuguese officers, could with difficulty repress a smile; but the governor at once saw that a wholesale conversion of this sort would do him much good with the authorities at Goa, and he therefore willingly fell into the priest's views.\n\nThe next morning the natives again appeared with their green boughs; and the governor, with the officer, the priest, and a body of ten soldiers, went out to meet them. The King of Ternate advanced, and bowed himself submissively to the ground, and expressed his submission; and craved for pardon, and for permission to return with his people to Ternate, promising solemnly that never again would they meddle with the Portuguese settlement."}, {"quote": "\"only your interests at heart; and therefore we have decided to pardon you, and to allow you to return to your island, upon the condition that you and all your people embrace Christianity, and pay such a tribute as we may impose.\"", "context": "The governor, who spoke the language fluently, having been there for some years, uttered an harangue reproaching him with his folly, and wickedness, in wantonly declaring war against the Portuguese. He pointed to the destroyed plantations, and asked if any punishment could be too great for the ruin caused.\n\nThe king and his councilors offered to pay large tributes, annually, of spice and other products, until the ruined plantations were again in bearing.\n\n\"This will not repay us for the losses we have suffered, and for the evil spirit which you have introduced into this island.\n\n\"We have, however,\" the governor said, \"only your interests at heart; and therefore we have decided to pardon you, and to allow you to return to your island, upon the condition that you and all your people embrace Christianity, and pay such a tribute as we may impose.\"\n\nThe king had no understanding of the meaning of what was proposed to him, and the governor said that he and his people were, in the morning, to assemble before the castle, and that the holy father, who had been sent on purpose to turn them from the wickedness of their ways, would then explain the doctrines of Christianity to them; that if they accepted and believed what he said, pardon would be theirs; if not, they would be hunted down until all were destroyed.\n\nNext morning the assembly took place in front of the castle gate. The King of Ternate, surrounded by all his principal councilors and warriors, took his place, while the fighting men stood around him. The priest mounted on the platform of the wall, the governor standing beside him to interpret."}, {"quote": "\"Will you translate this, for the benefit of these benighted heathens?\"", "context": "The Englishmen, much amused at the ceremony, stood at a short distance off. They did not wish to be recognized by any of the people of Ternate, as it was possible that some English vessels might again come into these seas, and they did not desire that the pleasant remembrance of the visit of the Golden Hind should be obliterated, by the sight of some of its crew in alliance with the Portuguese.\n\nThe priest began an elaborate explanation of the Christian religion, which he continued for the space of two hours; to the surprise and astonishment of the natives, who could not, of course, comprehend a single word that he said. Then he paused, and turning to the governor said:\n\n\"Will you translate this, for the benefit of these benighted heathens?\"\n\n\"I fear,\" said the governor, \"that it will be impossible for me to do full justice to your eloquent words; and, indeed, that these poor wretches would scarcely take in so much learning and wisdom all at once; but in a few words I will give them the sense of what you have been telling them.\"\n\nThen, lifting up his voice, he addressed the king.\n\n\"There is only one God. These idols of yours are helpless, and useless. We have brought ashore those from your war canoes, which my men will now proceed to burn, and you will see that your gods will be unable to help themselves. Indeed, they are not gods, and have no power. God is good, and hates wickedness. All men are wicked. Therefore He would hate all men; but He has sent His Son down, and for His sake pardons all who believe in Him."}, {"quote": "\"that it will be impossible for me to do full justice to your eloquent words; and, indeed, that these poor wretches would scarcely take in so much learning and wisdom all at once; but in a few words I will give them the sense of what you have been telling them.\"", "context": "The Englishmen, much amused at the ceremony, stood at a short distance off. They did not wish to be recognized by any of the people of Ternate, as it was possible that some English vessels might again come into these seas, and they did not desire that the pleasant remembrance of the visit of the Golden Hind should be obliterated, by the sight of some of its crew in alliance with the Portuguese.\n\nThe priest began an elaborate explanation of the Christian religion, which he continued for the space of two hours; to the surprise and astonishment of the natives, who could not, of course, comprehend a single word that he said. Then he paused, and turning to the governor said:\n\n\"Will you translate this, for the benefit of these benighted heathens?\"\n\n\"I fear,\" said the governor, \"that it will be impossible for me to do full justice to your eloquent words; and, indeed, that these poor wretches would scarcely take in so much learning and wisdom all at once; but in a few words I will give them the sense of what you have been telling them.\"\n\nThen, lifting up his voice, he addressed the king.\n\n\"There is only one God. These idols of yours are helpless, and useless. We have brought ashore those from your war canoes, which my men will now proceed to burn, and you will see that your gods will be unable to help themselves. Indeed, they are not gods, and have no power. God is good, and hates wickedness. All men are wicked. Therefore He would hate all men; but He has sent His Son down, and for His sake pardons all who believe in Him."}, {"quote": "\"Now, if you believe in Him, as I tell you, you will be pardoned both by us and by God. If you do not believe, we shall kill you all, and you will be punished eternally. Now you have the choice what to do.\"", "context": "\"There is only one God. These idols of yours are helpless, and useless. We have brought ashore those from your war canoes, which my men will now proceed to burn, and you will see that your gods will be unable to help themselves. Indeed, they are not gods, and have no power. God is good, and hates wickedness. All men are wicked. Therefore He would hate all men; but He has sent His Son down, and for His sake pardons all who believe in Him.\n\n\"Now, if you believe in Him, as I tell you, you will be pardoned both by us and by God. If you do not believe, we shall kill you all, and you will be punished eternally. Now you have the choice what to do.\"\n\nThe matter, thus pithily put, did not require much consideration. After a short consultation between the chiefs, the king demanded what ceremonies would have to be gone through, to become Christians; and was informed, by the governor, that the only ceremony would be that he would have to declare himself a Christian; that the priest would make upon him the sign of a cross with his finger, and would sprinkle him with water; and that, when this was done, he would be a Christian.\n\nMuch relieved to find that the entry into this new religion was so easy, the king and his people at once agreed to accept Christianity. The governor informed them that the priest thought that they were hardly yet prepared, but that on the morrow the ceremony should take place, after a further explanation."}, {"quote": "'What does it all mean?", "context": "To my great relief, a little further on, the track suddenly broadened out again to its original breadth. Gradually, as I went onward, I noticed that the path trended steadily to the right, and so, after some minutes, I discovered that I was not going forward; but simply circling the huge abyss. I had, evidently, come to the end of the great passage.\n\nFive minutes later, I stood on the spot from which I had started; having been completely 'round, what I guessed now to be a vast pit, the mouth of which must be at least a hundred yards across.\n\nFor some little time, I stood there, lost in perplexing thought. 'What does it all mean?' was the cry that had begun to reiterate through my brain.\n\nA sudden idea struck me, and I searched 'round for a piece of stone. Presently, I found a bit of rock, about the size of a small loaf. Sticking the candle upright in a crevice of the floor, I went back from the edge, somewhat, and, taking a short run, launched the stone forward into the chasm -- my idea being to throw it far enough to keep it clear of the sides. Then, I stooped forward, and listened; but, though I kept perfectly quiet, for at least a full minute, no sound came back to me from out of the dark."}, {"quote": "\"Yes, I'll give it back to her,", "context": "Simple he was, sitting there on top of that hammering old cattle car that sunny afternoon, the dust of the road in his three-day-old beard, his barked willow prod-pole between his knees; simple as a ballad that children sing, simple as a homely tune.\n\nWell, of course he had kept Grace Kerr's little handkerchief, for reasons that he could not quite define. Maybe because it seemed to represent her as he would have had her; maybe because it was the poor little trophy of his first tenderness, his first yearning for a woman's love. But he had kept it with the dim intention of giving it back to her, opportunity presenting.\n\n\"Yes, I'll give it back to her,\" he nodded; \"when the time comes I'll hand it to her. She can wipe her eyes on it when she opens them and repents.\"\n\nThen he fell to thinking of business, and what was best for Vesta's interests, and of how he probably would take up Pat Sullivan's offer for the calves, thus cleaning up her troubles and making an end of her expenses. Pat Sullivan, the rancher for whom Ben Jedlick was cook; he was the man. The Duke smiled through his grime and dust when he remembered Jedlick lying back in the barber's chair."}, {"quote": "\"when the time comes I'll hand it to her. She can wipe her eyes on it when she opens them and repents.\"", "context": "Simple he was, sitting there on top of that hammering old cattle car that sunny afternoon, the dust of the road in his three-day-old beard, his barked willow prod-pole between his knees; simple as a ballad that children sing, simple as a homely tune.\n\nWell, of course he had kept Grace Kerr's little handkerchief, for reasons that he could not quite define. Maybe because it seemed to represent her as he would have had her; maybe because it was the poor little trophy of his first tenderness, his first yearning for a woman's love. But he had kept it with the dim intention of giving it back to her, opportunity presenting.\n\n\"Yes, I'll give it back to her,\" he nodded; \"when the time comes I'll hand it to her. She can wipe her eyes on it when she opens them and repents.\"\n\nThen he fell to thinking of business, and what was best for Vesta's interests, and of how he probably would take up Pat Sullivan's offer for the calves, thus cleaning up her troubles and making an end of her expenses. Pat Sullivan, the rancher for whom Ben Jedlick was cook; he was the man. The Duke smiled through his grime and dust when he remembered Jedlick lying back in the barber's chair.\n\nAnd old Taterleg, as good as gold and honest as a horse, was itching to be hitting the breeze for Wyoming. Selling the calves would give him the excuse that he had been casting about after for a month. He was writing letters to Nettie; she had sent her picture. A large-breasted, calf-faced girl with a crooked mouth. Taterleg might wait a year, or even four years more, with perfect safety. Nettie would not move very fast on the market, even in Wyoming, where ladies were said to be scarce."}, {"quote": "\"Mr. Kerr, I've got a warrant for you,", "context": "There was a train for home at six, that same flier he once had raced. There would be time enough for a man to look into the progress of the fine arts as represented in the pawn-shop windows of the stockyards neighborhood, before striking a line for the Union Station to nail down a seat in the flier. It was while engaged in this elevating pursuit that Lambert glimpsed for an instant in the passing stream of people a figure that made him start with the prickling alertness of recognition.\n\nHe had caught but a flash of the hurrying figure but, with that eye for singling a certain object from a moving mass that experience with cattle sharpens, he recognized the carriage of the head, the set of the shoulders. He hurried after, overtaking the man as he was entering a hotel.\n\n\"Mr. Kerr, I've got a warrant for you,\" he said, detaining the fugitive with a hand laid on his shoulder.\n\nKerr was taken so unexpectedly that he had no chance to sling a gun, even if he carried one. He was completely changed in appearance, even to the sacrifice of his prized beard, so long his aristocratic distinction in the Bad Lands. He was dressed in the city fashion, with a little straw hat in place of the eighteen-inch sombrero that he had worn for years. Confident of this disguise, he affected astonished indignation."}, {"quote": "\"I guess you've made a mistake in your man,", "context": "\" he said, detaining the fugitive with a hand laid on his shoulder.\n\nKerr was taken so unexpectedly that he had no chance to sling a gun, even if he carried one. He was completely changed in appearance, even to the sacrifice of his prized beard, so long his aristocratic distinction in the Bad Lands. He was dressed in the city fashion, with a little straw hat in place of the eighteen-inch sombrero that he had worn for years. Confident of this disguise, he affected astonished indignation.\n\n\"I guess you've made a mistake in your man,\" said he.\n\nLambert told him with polite firmness that there was no mistake.\n\n\"I'd know your voice in the dark -- I've got reason to remember it,\" he said.\n\nHe got the warrant out with one hand, keeping the other comfortably near his gun, the little hand bag with its riches between his feet. Kerr was so vehemently indignant that attention was drawn to them, which probably was the fugitive cattleman's design, seeing in numbers a chance to make a dash."}, {"quote": "\"I'd know your voice in the dark -- I've got reason to remember it,", "context": "Kerr was taken so unexpectedly that he had no chance to sling a gun, even if he carried one. He was completely changed in appearance, even to the sacrifice of his prized beard, so long his aristocratic distinction in the Bad Lands. He was dressed in the city fashion, with a little straw hat in place of the eighteen-inch sombrero that he had worn for years. Confident of this disguise, he affected astonished indignation.\n\n\"I guess you've made a mistake in your man,\" said he.\n\nLambert told him with polite firmness that there was no mistake.\n\n\"I'd know your voice in the dark -- I've got reason to remember it,\" he said.\n\nHe got the warrant out with one hand, keeping the other comfortably near his gun, the little hand bag with its riches between his feet. Kerr was so vehemently indignant that attention was drawn to them, which probably was the fugitive cattleman's design, seeing in numbers a chance to make a dash.\n\nLambert had not forgotten the experience of his years at the Kansas City Stockyards, where he had seen confidence men and card sharpers play the same scheme on policemen, clamoring their innocence until a crowd had been attracted in which the officer would not dare risk a shot. He kept Kerr within reaching distance, flashed the warrant before his eyes, passed it up and down in front of his nose, and put it away again."}, {"quote": "\"There's no mistake, not by a thousand miles. You'll come along back to Glendora with me.\"", "context": "He got the warrant out with one hand, keeping the other comfortably near his gun, the little hand bag with its riches between his feet. Kerr was so vehemently indignant that attention was drawn to them, which probably was the fugitive cattleman's design, seeing in numbers a chance to make a dash.\n\nLambert had not forgotten the experience of his years at the Kansas City Stockyards, where he had seen confidence men and card sharpers play the same scheme on policemen, clamoring their innocence until a crowd had been attracted in which the officer would not dare risk a shot. He kept Kerr within reaching distance, flashed the warrant before his eyes, passed it up and down in front of his nose, and put it away again.\n\n\"There's no mistake, not by a thousand miles. You'll come along back to Glendora with me.\"\n\nA policeman appeared by this time, and Kerr appealed to him, protesting mistaken identity. The officer was a heavy-headed man of the slaughter-house school, and Lambert thought for a while that Kerr's argument was going to prevail with him. To forestall the policeman's decision, which he could see forming behind his clouded countenance, Lambert said:\n\n\"There's a reward of nine hundred dollars standing for this man. If you've got any doubt of who he is, or my right to arrest him, take us both to headquarters.\""}, {"quote": "\"There's a reward of nine hundred dollars standing for this man. If you've got any doubt of who he is, or my right to arrest him, take us both to headquarters.\"", "context": "Lambert had not forgotten the experience of his years at the Kansas City Stockyards, where he had seen confidence men and card sharpers play the same scheme on policemen, clamoring their innocence until a crowd had been attracted in which the officer would not dare risk a shot. He kept Kerr within reaching distance, flashed the warrant before his eyes, passed it up and down in front of his nose, and put it away again.\n\n\"There's no mistake, not by a thousand miles. You'll come along back to Glendora with me.\"\n\nA policeman appeared by this time, and Kerr appealed to him, protesting mistaken identity. The officer was a heavy-headed man of the slaughter-house school, and Lambert thought for a while that Kerr's argument was going to prevail with him. To forestall the policeman's decision, which he could see forming behind his clouded countenance, Lambert said:\n\n\"There's a reward of nine hundred dollars standing for this man. If you've got any doubt of who he is, or my right to arrest him, take us both to headquarters.\"\n\nThat seemed to be a worthy suggestion to the officer. He acted on it without more drain on his intellectual reserve. There, after a little course of sprouts by the chief of detectives, Kerr admitted his identity, but refused to leave the state without requisition. They locked him up, and Lambert telegraphed the sheriff for the necessary papers.\n\nGoing home was off for perhaps several days. Lambert gave his little satchel to the police to lock in the safe. The sheriff's reply came back like a pitched ball. Hold Kerr, he requested the police; requisition would be made for him. He instructed Lambert to wait till the papers came, and bring the fugitive home."}, {"quote": "'At least, there shall be something for breakfast to-morrow,", "context": "That year the crop of maize had failed all through the country, and the people took their boats and went out to catch halibut, so that they might not die of starvation. Among them was a certain man and his wife who made a little house for themselves just out of reach of the high tides, and fished harder than any of the rest; but the halibut seemed as scarce as the maize, and the one or two fish that they caught in a week hardly kept them alive. Then the wife used to go to the beach at low water and look for crabs or shrimps among the pools in the rocks, but even so they grew thinner and thinner.\n\nOne night the husband came home with only one small halibut in his big fishing-basket. They were both very hungry and could have eaten ten times as many, but there was no good thinking of that, and the woman put part of the halibut in the pot which stood on the fire, and hung the rest of it outside in a shed.\n\n'At least, there shall be something for breakfast to-morrow,' said she.\n\nBut when to-morrow came a strange noise was heard in the shed where the fish was lying, as if someone was throwing things about.\n\n'What is that?' asked the wife. 'Go and see who has got into the shed.' So the man went, and beheld, to his surprise, two large devil-fish on the floor.\n\n'How did they come up from the beach?' thought he. 'But however they managed it, they will be very useful,' and he hurried back to his wife and said to her:"}, {"quote": "'Go and see who has got into the shed.", "context": "One night the husband came home with only one small halibut in his big fishing-basket. They were both very hungry and could have eaten ten times as many, but there was no good thinking of that, and the woman put part of the halibut in the pot which stood on the fire, and hung the rest of it outside in a shed.\n\n'At least, there shall be something for breakfast to-morrow,' said she.\n\nBut when to-morrow came a strange noise was heard in the shed where the fish was lying, as if someone was throwing things about.\n\n'What is that?' asked the wife. 'Go and see who has got into the shed.' So the man went, and beheld, to his surprise, two large devil-fish on the floor.\n\n'How did they come up from the beach?' thought he. 'But however they managed it, they will be very useful,' and he hurried back to his wife and said to her:\n\n'We are in luck! There are two devil-fish in the shed; Whoever brought them, it was very kind of him, and now we have such good bait we will go out in the morning and catch some halibut"}, {"quote": "'How did they come up from the beach?", "context": "One night the husband came home with only one small halibut in his big fishing-basket. They were both very hungry and could have eaten ten times as many, but there was no good thinking of that, and the woman put part of the halibut in the pot which stood on the fire, and hung the rest of it outside in a shed.\n\n'At least, there shall be something for breakfast to-morrow,' said she.\n\nBut when to-morrow came a strange noise was heard in the shed where the fish was lying, as if someone was throwing things about.\n\n'What is that?' asked the wife. 'Go and see who has got into the shed.' So the man went, and beheld, to his surprise, two large devil-fish on the floor.\n\n'How did they come up from the beach?' thought he. 'But however they managed it, they will be very useful,' and he hurried back to his wife and said to her:\n\n'We are in luck! There are two devil-fish in the shed; Whoever brought them, it was very kind of him, and now we have such good bait we will go out in the morning and catch some halibut.' His face as he spoke was filled with joy, but the woman's grew pale and she sat down rather quickly.\n\n'Do you know who brought them here"}, {"quote": "'But however they managed it, they will be very useful,", "context": "'At least, there shall be something for breakfast to-morrow,' said she.\n\nBut when to-morrow came a strange noise was heard in the shed where the fish was lying, as if someone was throwing things about.\n\n'What is that?' asked the wife. 'Go and see who has got into the shed.' So the man went, and beheld, to his surprise, two large devil-fish on the floor.\n\n'How did they come up from the beach?' thought he. 'But however they managed it, they will be very useful,' and he hurried back to his wife and said to her:\n\n'We are in luck! There are two devil-fish in the shed; Whoever brought them, it was very kind of him, and now we have such good bait we will go out in the morning and catch some halibut.' His face as he spoke was filled with joy, but the woman's grew pale and she sat down rather quickly.\n\n'Do you know who brought them here?' she said at last? 'It was our son; it is a year to-day since he was drowned, and he knows how poor we are, so he has taken pity on us. I will listen at night, and if I hear anyone whistle I will call him; for I know it is he.'"}, {"quote": "'We are in luck! There are two devil-fish in the shed; Whoever brought them, it was very kind of him, and now we have such good bait we will go out in the morning and catch some halibut.", "context": "But when to-morrow came a strange noise was heard in the shed where the fish was lying, as if someone was throwing things about.\n\n'What is that?' asked the wife. 'Go and see who has got into the shed.' So the man went, and beheld, to his surprise, two large devil-fish on the floor.\n\n'How did they come up from the beach?' thought he. 'But however they managed it, they will be very useful,' and he hurried back to his wife and said to her:\n\n'We are in luck! There are two devil-fish in the shed; Whoever brought them, it was very kind of him, and now we have such good bait we will go out in the morning and catch some halibut.' His face as he spoke was filled with joy, but the woman's grew pale and she sat down rather quickly.\n\n'Do you know who brought them here?' she said at last? 'It was our son; it is a year to-day since he was drowned, and he knows how poor we are, so he has taken pity on us. I will listen at night, and if I hear anyone whistle I will call him; for I know it is he.'\n\nAt dawn they got up and baited their lines with the devil-fish, and this time they caught two halibut. As soon as it grew dark and they could see no longer, they rowed back and pulled up their boat, and the woman went inside and threw one of the halibut into the pot. At that moment she heard a whistle behind the house, and her heart beat wildly."}, {"quote": "'Do you know who brought them here?", "context": "'How did they come up from the beach?' thought he. 'But however they managed it, they will be very useful,' and he hurried back to his wife and said to her:\n\n'We are in luck! There are two devil-fish in the shed; Whoever brought them, it was very kind of him, and now we have such good bait we will go out in the morning and catch some halibut.' His face as he spoke was filled with joy, but the woman's grew pale and she sat down rather quickly.\n\n'Do you know who brought them here?' she said at last? 'It was our son; it is a year to-day since he was drowned, and he knows how poor we are, so he has taken pity on us. I will listen at night, and if I hear anyone whistle I will call him; for I know it is he.'\n\nAt dawn they got up and baited their lines with the devil-fish, and this time they caught two halibut. As soon as it grew dark and they could see no longer, they rowed back and pulled up their boat, and the woman went inside and threw one of the halibut into the pot. At that moment she heard a whistle behind the house, and her heart beat wildly."}, {"quote": "'It was our son; it is a year to-day since he was drowned, and he knows how poor we are, so he has taken pity on us. I will listen at night, and if I hear anyone whistle I will call him; for I know it is he.'", "context": "'But however they managed it, they will be very useful,' and he hurried back to his wife and said to her:\n\n'We are in luck! There are two devil-fish in the shed; Whoever brought them, it was very kind of him, and now we have such good bait we will go out in the morning and catch some halibut.' His face as he spoke was filled with joy, but the woman's grew pale and she sat down rather quickly.\n\n'Do you know who brought them here?' she said at last? 'It was our son; it is a year to-day since he was drowned, and he knows how poor we are, so he has taken pity on us. I will listen at night, and if I hear anyone whistle I will call him; for I know it is he.'\n\nAt dawn they got up and baited their lines with the devil-fish, and this time they caught two halibut. As soon as it grew dark and they could see no longer, they rowed back and pulled up their boat, and the woman went inside and threw one of the halibut into the pot. At that moment she heard a whistle behind the house, and her heart beat wildly.\n\n'Come in, my son,' she said. 'We have longed for you these many months. Fear nothing; no one is here except your father and I"}, {"quote": "'We have longed for you these many months. Fear nothing; no one is here except your father and I.", "context": "'It was our son; it is a year to-day since he was drowned, and he knows how poor we are, so he has taken pity on us. I will listen at night, and if I hear anyone whistle I will call him; for I know it is he.'\n\nAt dawn they got up and baited their lines with the devil-fish, and this time they caught two halibut. As soon as it grew dark and they could see no longer, they rowed back and pulled up their boat, and the woman went inside and threw one of the halibut into the pot. At that moment she heard a whistle behind the house, and her heart beat wildly.\n\n'Come in, my son,' she said. 'We have longed for you these many months. Fear nothing; no one is here except your father and I.' But nobody entered; only the whistle was repeated. Then the man rose and flung open the door and cried:\n\n'Come in, come in, my son! You have guessed how poor we are and have sought to help us,' and though neither the man nor his wife saw the son enter, they felt he was somehow sitting opposite at the fire, with his hands over his face.\n\n'Is it you, my son?' they both asked at once, for they could not see. Again he whistled in answer, and the three sat in silence till midnight when the young man made some sounds as if he would speak."}, {"quote": "'Come in, come in, my son! You have guessed how poor we are and have sought to help us,", "context": "At dawn they got up and baited their lines with the devil-fish, and this time they caught two halibut. As soon as it grew dark and they could see no longer, they rowed back and pulled up their boat, and the woman went inside and threw one of the halibut into the pot. At that moment she heard a whistle behind the house, and her heart beat wildly.\n\n'Come in, my son,' she said. 'We have longed for you these many months. Fear nothing; no one is here except your father and I.' But nobody entered; only the whistle was repeated. Then the man rose and flung open the door and cried:\n\n'Come in, come in, my son! You have guessed how poor we are and have sought to help us,' and though neither the man nor his wife saw the son enter, they felt he was somehow sitting opposite at the fire, with his hands over his face.\n\n'Is it you, my son?' they both asked at once, for they could not see. Again he whistled in answer, and the three sat in silence till midnight when the young man made some sounds as if he would speak.\n\n'Is that you, my son?' asked the father again, and the son replied:\n\n[Illustration: THE DEAD SON HELPS HIS PARENTS]"}, {"quote": "'Is it you, my son?", "context": "'We have longed for you these many months. Fear nothing; no one is here except your father and I.' But nobody entered; only the whistle was repeated. Then the man rose and flung open the door and cried:\n\n'Come in, come in, my son! You have guessed how poor we are and have sought to help us,' and though neither the man nor his wife saw the son enter, they felt he was somehow sitting opposite at the fire, with his hands over his face.\n\n'Is it you, my son?' they both asked at once, for they could not see. Again he whistled in answer, and the three sat in silence till midnight when the young man made some sounds as if he would speak.\n\n'Is that you, my son?' asked the father again, and the son replied:\n\n[Illustration: THE DEAD SON HELPS HIS PARENTS]\n\n'Yes,' and made a sign, pointing outside the door, where more devil-fish were lying.\n\n'In the morning we will go out"}, {"quote": "'Is that you, my son?", "context": "'Come in, come in, my son! You have guessed how poor we are and have sought to help us,' and though neither the man nor his wife saw the son enter, they felt he was somehow sitting opposite at the fire, with his hands over his face.\n\n'Is it you, my son?' they both asked at once, for they could not see. Again he whistled in answer, and the three sat in silence till midnight when the young man made some sounds as if he would speak.\n\n'Is that you, my son?' asked the father again, and the son replied:\n\n[Illustration: THE DEAD SON HELPS HIS PARENTS]\n\n'Yes,' and made a sign, pointing outside the door, where more devil-fish were lying.\n\n'In the morning we will go out,' he said in a strange voice, as if speaking was difficult to him, and his mother gave him a pillow and some blankets and he slept by the fire.\n\n* * * * *\n\nIt was still dark when he took his father by the feet and shook him, saying"}, {"quote": "'In the morning we will go out,", "context": "'Is it you, my son?' they both asked at once, for they could not see. Again he whistled in answer, and the three sat in silence till midnight when the young man made some sounds as if he would speak.\n\n'Is that you, my son?' asked the father again, and the son replied:\n\n[Illustration: THE DEAD SON HELPS HIS PARENTS]\n\n'Yes,' and made a sign, pointing outside the door, where more devil-fish were lying.\n\n'In the morning we will go out,' he said in a strange voice, as if speaking was difficult to him, and his mother gave him a pillow and some blankets and he slept by the fire.\n\n* * * * *\n\nIt was still dark when he took his father by the feet and shook him, saying 'Get up, it is time to fish,' so they fetched the line and dragged the canoe to the water's edge. When they were seated the son took a paddle, and he pulled so hard that they had reached the feeding grounds of the halibut in only a few minutes. After that he baited the hooks and fastened the end of the line to the seat."}, {"quote": "'Get up, it is time to fish,", "context": "[Illustration: THE DEAD SON HELPS HIS PARENTS]\n\n'Yes,' and made a sign, pointing outside the door, where more devil-fish were lying.\n\n'In the morning we will go out,' he said in a strange voice, as if speaking was difficult to him, and his mother gave him a pillow and some blankets and he slept by the fire.\n\n* * * * *\n\nIt was still dark when he took his father by the feet and shook him, saying 'Get up, it is time to fish,' so they fetched the line and dragged the canoe to the water's edge. When they were seated the son took a paddle, and he pulled so hard that they had reached the feeding grounds of the halibut in only a few minutes. After that he baited the hooks and fastened the end of the line to the seat.\n\n'Put the blanket over you,' he said, turning to his father, 'and be careful not to watch me.' But the father did watch him through a hole in the blanket, and this is what he saw."}, {"quote": "'Put the blanket over you,", "context": "* * * * *\n\nIt was still dark when he took his father by the feet and shook him, saying 'Get up, it is time to fish,' so they fetched the line and dragged the canoe to the water's edge. When they were seated the son took a paddle, and he pulled so hard that they had reached the feeding grounds of the halibut in only a few minutes. After that he baited the hooks and fastened the end of the line to the seat.\n\n'Put the blanket over you,' he said, turning to his father, 'and be careful not to watch me.' But the father did watch him through a hole in the blanket, and this is what he saw.\n\nThe son got up very gently so that the boat should not move, and, plunging into the sea, put the largest halibut he could find on the hooks. When no more were to be had, he returned into the canoe and shook it; his father perceiving this, stretched out his arms drowsily and inquired if they had had any luck."}, {"quote": "'and be careful not to watch me.", "context": "It was still dark when he took his father by the feet and shook him, saying 'Get up, it is time to fish,' so they fetched the line and dragged the canoe to the water's edge. When they were seated the son took a paddle, and he pulled so hard that they had reached the feeding grounds of the halibut in only a few minutes. After that he baited the hooks and fastened the end of the line to the seat.\n\n'Put the blanket over you,' he said, turning to his father, 'and be careful not to watch me.' But the father did watch him through a hole in the blanket, and this is what he saw.\n\nThe son got up very gently so that the boat should not move, and, plunging into the sea, put the largest halibut he could find on the hooks. When no more were to be had, he returned into the canoe and shook it; his father perceiving this, stretched out his arms drowsily and inquired if they had had any luck.\n\n'Pull in the lines and see"}, {"quote": "'Pull in the lines and see,", "context": "'and be careful not to watch me.' But the father did watch him through a hole in the blanket, and this is what he saw.\n\nThe son got up very gently so that the boat should not move, and, plunging into the sea, put the largest halibut he could find on the hooks. When no more were to be had, he returned into the canoe and shook it; his father perceiving this, stretched out his arms drowsily and inquired if they had had any luck.\n\n'Pull in the lines and see,' answered the son, and as they pulled, one big halibut after another met their eyes. The canoe was soon full, and they paddled home again.\n\nOn the way back the young man who was standing at the bow with a spear in his hand threw it at a seal, which he dragged on board the boat, and killed it with a blow from his fist. But as soon as they touched the shore he looked at the sky and exclaimed that if he did not make haste the raven might cry before he could reach a shelter, and ran off up to the woods."}, {"quote": "'What is the matter with my son?", "context": "At first, as we know, he was only a voice; then he would not let them see his face, but little by little his body grew plain to them and his features distinct, and they noticed that his hair had grown long and reached his waist. At first, too, he could only whistle, but now he could talk freely, and always was ready to help either his father or his mother, and she used to go with them in the boat whenever she had time, for she loved the fishing. Very soon, no longer fearing starvation, they packed up their store of food and placed it in the canoe and pushed off, for they were going back to Silka where they lived with their tribe. And as they drew near the landing-place, the woman beheld the shadow of her son's hands paddling, and wondered to herself, for his hands she could not see.\n\n'What is the matter with my son?' she asked her husband at last. 'I can only see his shadow,' and she rose to find out if he was asleep or had fallen into the water. But he was not in the boat, neither was there any trace of him. Only the blanket, which had been across his knees, remained in the bottom.\n\nSo they rowed on to Silka.\n\n[From Tlingit Myths and Texts, recorded by JOHN R. SWANTON, Smithsonian Institution, Bureau of American Ethnology. Bulletin 39.]"}, {"quote": "'I can only see his shadow,", "context": "At first, as we know, he was only a voice; then he would not let them see his face, but little by little his body grew plain to them and his features distinct, and they noticed that his hair had grown long and reached his waist. At first, too, he could only whistle, but now he could talk freely, and always was ready to help either his father or his mother, and she used to go with them in the boat whenever she had time, for she loved the fishing. Very soon, no longer fearing starvation, they packed up their store of food and placed it in the canoe and pushed off, for they were going back to Silka where they lived with their tribe. And as they drew near the landing-place, the woman beheld the shadow of her son's hands paddling, and wondered to herself, for his hands she could not see.\n\n'What is the matter with my son?' she asked her husband at last. 'I can only see his shadow,' and she rose to find out if he was asleep or had fallen into the water. But he was not in the boat, neither was there any trace of him. Only the blanket, which had been across his knees, remained in the bottom.\n\nSo they rowed on to Silka.\n\n[From Tlingit Myths and Texts, recorded by JOHN R. SWANTON, Smithsonian Institution, Bureau of American Ethnology. Bulletin 39.]\n\nTHE DISINHERITING OF A SON"}, {"quote": "\u201cMiss Wardour was formerly known to you, she tells me, Mr. Lovel?\u201d", "context": "If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom\u2019s lord sits lightly on his throne, And all this day, an unaccustomed spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Romeo and Juliet.\n\nThe account of Sir Arthur\u2019s unhappy adventure had led Oldbuck somewhat aside from his purpose of catechising Lovel concerning the cause of his residence at Fairport. He was now, however, resolved to open the subject. \u201cMiss Wardour was formerly known to you, she tells me, Mr. Lovel?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe had had the pleasure,\u201d Lovel answered, \u201cto see her at Mrs. Wilmot\u2019s, in Yorkshire.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed! you never mentioned that to me before, and you did not accost her as an old acquaintance.\u201d\n\n\u201cI -- I did not know,\u201d said Lovel, a good deal embarrassed, \u201cit was the same lady, till we met; and then it was my duty to wait till she should recognise me.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am aware of your delicacy: the knight\u2019s a punctilious old fool, but I promise you his daughter is above all nonsensical ceremony and prejudice. And now, since you have, found a new set of friends here, may I ask if you intend to leave Fairport as soon as you proposed?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cHe had had the pleasure,", "context": "If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom\u2019s lord sits lightly on his throne, And all this day, an unaccustomed spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Romeo and Juliet.\n\nThe account of Sir Arthur\u2019s unhappy adventure had led Oldbuck somewhat aside from his purpose of catechising Lovel concerning the cause of his residence at Fairport. He was now, however, resolved to open the subject. \u201cMiss Wardour was formerly known to you, she tells me, Mr. Lovel?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe had had the pleasure,\u201d Lovel answered, \u201cto see her at Mrs. Wilmot\u2019s, in Yorkshire.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed! you never mentioned that to me before, and you did not accost her as an old acquaintance.\u201d\n\n\u201cI -- I did not know,\u201d said Lovel, a good deal embarrassed, \u201cit was the same lady, till we met; and then it was my duty to wait till she should recognise me.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am aware of your delicacy: the knight\u2019s a punctilious old fool, but I promise you his daughter is above all nonsensical ceremony and prejudice. And now, since you have, found a new set of friends here, may I ask if you intend to leave Fairport as soon as you proposed?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cto see her at Mrs. Wilmot\u2019s, in Yorkshire.\u201d", "context": "If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom\u2019s lord sits lightly on his throne, And all this day, an unaccustomed spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Romeo and Juliet.\n\nThe account of Sir Arthur\u2019s unhappy adventure had led Oldbuck somewhat aside from his purpose of catechising Lovel concerning the cause of his residence at Fairport. He was now, however, resolved to open the subject. \u201cMiss Wardour was formerly known to you, she tells me, Mr. Lovel?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe had had the pleasure,\u201d Lovel answered, \u201cto see her at Mrs. Wilmot\u2019s, in Yorkshire.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed! you never mentioned that to me before, and you did not accost her as an old acquaintance.\u201d\n\n\u201cI -- I did not know,\u201d said Lovel, a good deal embarrassed, \u201cit was the same lady, till we met; and then it was my duty to wait till she should recognise me.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am aware of your delicacy: the knight\u2019s a punctilious old fool, but I promise you his daughter is above all nonsensical ceremony and prejudice. And now, since you have, found a new set of friends here, may I ask if you intend to leave Fairport as soon as you proposed?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIndeed! you never mentioned that to me before, and you did not accost her as an old acquaintance.\u201d", "context": "If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom\u2019s lord sits lightly on his throne, And all this day, an unaccustomed spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Romeo and Juliet.\n\nThe account of Sir Arthur\u2019s unhappy adventure had led Oldbuck somewhat aside from his purpose of catechising Lovel concerning the cause of his residence at Fairport. He was now, however, resolved to open the subject. \u201cMiss Wardour was formerly known to you, she tells me, Mr. Lovel?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe had had the pleasure,\u201d Lovel answered, \u201cto see her at Mrs. Wilmot\u2019s, in Yorkshire.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed! you never mentioned that to me before, and you did not accost her as an old acquaintance.\u201d\n\n\u201cI -- I did not know,\u201d said Lovel, a good deal embarrassed, \u201cit was the same lady, till we met; and then it was my duty to wait till she should recognise me.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am aware of your delicacy: the knight\u2019s a punctilious old fool, but I promise you his daughter is above all nonsensical ceremony and prejudice. And now, since you have, found a new set of friends here, may I ask if you intend to leave Fairport as soon as you proposed?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI -- I did not know,", "context": "The account of Sir Arthur\u2019s unhappy adventure had led Oldbuck somewhat aside from his purpose of catechising Lovel concerning the cause of his residence at Fairport. He was now, however, resolved to open the subject. \u201cMiss Wardour was formerly known to you, she tells me, Mr. Lovel?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe had had the pleasure,\u201d Lovel answered, \u201cto see her at Mrs. Wilmot\u2019s, in Yorkshire.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed! you never mentioned that to me before, and you did not accost her as an old acquaintance.\u201d\n\n\u201cI -- I did not know,\u201d said Lovel, a good deal embarrassed, \u201cit was the same lady, till we met; and then it was my duty to wait till she should recognise me.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am aware of your delicacy: the knight\u2019s a punctilious old fool, but I promise you his daughter is above all nonsensical ceremony and prejudice. And now, since you have, found a new set of friends here, may I ask if you intend to leave Fairport as soon as you proposed?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat if I should answer your question by another"}, {"quote": "\u201cit was the same lady, till we met; and then it was my duty to wait till she should recognise me.\u201d", "context": "The account of Sir Arthur\u2019s unhappy adventure had led Oldbuck somewhat aside from his purpose of catechising Lovel concerning the cause of his residence at Fairport. He was now, however, resolved to open the subject. \u201cMiss Wardour was formerly known to you, she tells me, Mr. Lovel?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe had had the pleasure,\u201d Lovel answered, \u201cto see her at Mrs. Wilmot\u2019s, in Yorkshire.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed! you never mentioned that to me before, and you did not accost her as an old acquaintance.\u201d\n\n\u201cI -- I did not know,\u201d said Lovel, a good deal embarrassed, \u201cit was the same lady, till we met; and then it was my duty to wait till she should recognise me.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am aware of your delicacy: the knight\u2019s a punctilious old fool, but I promise you his daughter is above all nonsensical ceremony and prejudice. And now, since you have, found a new set of friends here, may I ask if you intend to leave Fairport as soon as you proposed?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat if I should answer your question by another,\u201d replied Lovel, \u201cand ask you what is your opinion of dreams?\u201d\n\n\u201cOf dreams, you foolish lad! -- why, what should I think of them but as the deceptions of imagination when reason drops the reins? I know no difference betwixt them and the hallucinations of madness -- the unguided horses run away with the carriage in both cases, only in the one the coachman is drunk, and in the other he slumbers. What says our Marcus Tullius -- Si insanorum visis fides non est habenda, cur credatur somnientium visis, quae multo etiam perturbatiora sunt, non intelligo.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI am aware of your delicacy: the knight\u2019s a punctilious old fool, but I promise you his daughter is above all nonsensical ceremony and prejudice. And now, since you have, found a new set of friends here, may I ask if you intend to leave Fairport as soon as you proposed?\u201d", "context": "\u201cMiss Wardour was formerly known to you, she tells me, Mr. Lovel?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe had had the pleasure,\u201d Lovel answered, \u201cto see her at Mrs. Wilmot\u2019s, in Yorkshire.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed! you never mentioned that to me before, and you did not accost her as an old acquaintance.\u201d\n\n\u201cI -- I did not know,\u201d said Lovel, a good deal embarrassed, \u201cit was the same lady, till we met; and then it was my duty to wait till she should recognise me.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am aware of your delicacy: the knight\u2019s a punctilious old fool, but I promise you his daughter is above all nonsensical ceremony and prejudice. And now, since you have, found a new set of friends here, may I ask if you intend to leave Fairport as soon as you proposed?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat if I should answer your question by another,\u201d replied Lovel, \u201cand ask you what is your opinion of dreams?\u201d\n\n\u201cOf dreams, you foolish lad! -- why, what should I think of them but as the deceptions of imagination when reason drops the reins? I know no difference betwixt them and the hallucinations of madness -- the unguided horses run away with the carriage in both cases, only in the one the coachman is drunk, and in the other he slumbers. What says our Marcus Tullius -- Si insanorum visis fides non est habenda, cur credatur somnientium visis, quae multo etiam perturbatiora sunt, non intelligo.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat if I should answer your question by another,", "context": "\u201cI -- I did not know,\u201d said Lovel, a good deal embarrassed, \u201cit was the same lady, till we met; and then it was my duty to wait till she should recognise me.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am aware of your delicacy: the knight\u2019s a punctilious old fool, but I promise you his daughter is above all nonsensical ceremony and prejudice. And now, since you have, found a new set of friends here, may I ask if you intend to leave Fairport as soon as you proposed?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat if I should answer your question by another,\u201d replied Lovel, \u201cand ask you what is your opinion of dreams?\u201d\n\n\u201cOf dreams, you foolish lad! -- why, what should I think of them but as the deceptions of imagination when reason drops the reins? I know no difference betwixt them and the hallucinations of madness -- the unguided horses run away with the carriage in both cases, only in the one the coachman is drunk, and in the other he slumbers. What says our Marcus Tullius -- Si insanorum visis fides non est habenda, cur credatur somnientium visis, quae multo etiam perturbatiora sunt, non intelligo.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cand ask you what is your opinion of dreams?\u201d", "context": "\u201cit was the same lady, till we met; and then it was my duty to wait till she should recognise me.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am aware of your delicacy: the knight\u2019s a punctilious old fool, but I promise you his daughter is above all nonsensical ceremony and prejudice. And now, since you have, found a new set of friends here, may I ask if you intend to leave Fairport as soon as you proposed?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat if I should answer your question by another,\u201d replied Lovel, \u201cand ask you what is your opinion of dreams?\u201d\n\n\u201cOf dreams, you foolish lad! -- why, what should I think of them but as the deceptions of imagination when reason drops the reins? I know no difference betwixt them and the hallucinations of madness -- the unguided horses run away with the carriage in both cases, only in the one the coachman is drunk, and in the other he slumbers. What says our Marcus Tullius -- Si insanorum visis fides non est habenda, cur credatur somnientium visis, quae multo etiam perturbatiora sunt, non intelligo.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cOf dreams, you foolish lad! -- why, what should I think of them but as the deceptions of imagination when reason drops the reins? I know no difference betwixt them and the hallucinations of madness -- the unguided horses run away with the carriage in both cases, only in the one the coachman is drunk, and in the other he slumbers. What says our Marcus Tullius -- Si insanorum visis fides non est habenda, cur credatur somnientium visis, quae multo etiam perturbatiora sunt, non intelligo.\u201d", "context": "\u201cit was the same lady, till we met; and then it was my duty to wait till she should recognise me.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am aware of your delicacy: the knight\u2019s a punctilious old fool, but I promise you his daughter is above all nonsensical ceremony and prejudice. And now, since you have, found a new set of friends here, may I ask if you intend to leave Fairport as soon as you proposed?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat if I should answer your question by another,\u201d replied Lovel, \u201cand ask you what is your opinion of dreams?\u201d\n\n\u201cOf dreams, you foolish lad! -- why, what should I think of them but as the deceptions of imagination when reason drops the reins? I know no difference betwixt them and the hallucinations of madness -- the unguided horses run away with the carriage in both cases, only in the one the coachman is drunk, and in the other he slumbers. What says our Marcus Tullius -- Si insanorum visis fides non est habenda, cur credatur somnientium visis, quae multo etiam perturbatiora sunt, non intelligo.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir; but Cicero also tells us, that as he who passes the whole day in darting the javelin must sometimes hit the mark, so, amid the cloud of nightly dreams, some may occur consonant to future events.\u201d\n\n\u201cAy -- that is to say, you have hit the mark in your own sage opinion? Lord! Lord! how this world is given to folly! Well, I will allow for once the Oneirocritical science -- I will give faith to the exposition of dreams, and say a Daniel hath arisen to interpret them, if you can prove to me that that dream of yours has pointed to a prudent line of conduct.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYes, sir; but Cicero also tells us, that as he who passes the whole day in darting the javelin must sometimes hit the mark, so, amid the cloud of nightly dreams, some may occur consonant to future events.\u201d", "context": "\u201cOf dreams, you foolish lad! -- why, what should I think of them but as the deceptions of imagination when reason drops the reins? I know no difference betwixt them and the hallucinations of madness -- the unguided horses run away with the carriage in both cases, only in the one the coachman is drunk, and in the other he slumbers. What says our Marcus Tullius -- Si insanorum visis fides non est habenda, cur credatur somnientium visis, quae multo etiam perturbatiora sunt, non intelligo.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir; but Cicero also tells us, that as he who passes the whole day in darting the javelin must sometimes hit the mark, so, amid the cloud of nightly dreams, some may occur consonant to future events.\u201d\n\n\u201cAy -- that is to say, you have hit the mark in your own sage opinion? Lord! Lord! how this world is given to folly! Well, I will allow for once the Oneirocritical science -- I will give faith to the exposition of dreams, and say a Daniel hath arisen to interpret them, if you can prove to me that that dream of yours has pointed to a prudent line of conduct.\u201d\n\n\u201cTell me, then,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cwhy when I was hesitating whether to abandon an enterprise, which I have perhaps rashly undertaken, I should last night dream I saw your ancestor pointing to a motto which encouraged me to perseverance? -- why should I have thought of those words which I cannot remember to have heard before, which are in a language unknown to me, and which yet conveyed, when translated, a lesson which I could so plainly apply to my own circumstances?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAy -- that is to say, you have hit the mark in your own sage opinion? Lord! Lord! how this world is given to folly! Well, I will allow for once the Oneirocritical science -- I will give faith to the exposition of dreams, and say a Daniel hath arisen to interpret them, if you can prove to me that that dream of yours has pointed to a prudent line of conduct.\u201d", "context": "\u201cOf dreams, you foolish lad! -- why, what should I think of them but as the deceptions of imagination when reason drops the reins? I know no difference betwixt them and the hallucinations of madness -- the unguided horses run away with the carriage in both cases, only in the one the coachman is drunk, and in the other he slumbers. What says our Marcus Tullius -- Si insanorum visis fides non est habenda, cur credatur somnientium visis, quae multo etiam perturbatiora sunt, non intelligo.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir; but Cicero also tells us, that as he who passes the whole day in darting the javelin must sometimes hit the mark, so, amid the cloud of nightly dreams, some may occur consonant to future events.\u201d\n\n\u201cAy -- that is to say, you have hit the mark in your own sage opinion? Lord! Lord! how this world is given to folly! Well, I will allow for once the Oneirocritical science -- I will give faith to the exposition of dreams, and say a Daniel hath arisen to interpret them, if you can prove to me that that dream of yours has pointed to a prudent line of conduct.\u201d\n\n\u201cTell me, then,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cwhy when I was hesitating whether to abandon an enterprise, which I have perhaps rashly undertaken, I should last night dream I saw your ancestor pointing to a motto which encouraged me to perseverance? -- why should I have thought of those words which I cannot remember to have heard before, which are in a language unknown to me, and which yet conveyed, when translated, a lesson which I could so plainly apply to my own circumstances?\u201d\n\nThe Antiquary burst into a fit of laughing. \u201cExcuse me, my young friend -- but it is thus we silly mortals deceive ourselves, and look out of doors for motives which originate in our own wilful will. I think I can help out the cause of your vision. You were so abstracted in your contemplations yesterday after dinner, as to pay little attention to the discourse between Sir Arthur and me, until we fell upon the controversy concerning the Piks, which terminated so abruptly; -- but I remember producing to Sir Arthur a book printed by my ancestor, and making him observe the motto; your mind was bent elsewhere, but your ear had mechanically received and retained the sounds, and your busy fancy, stirred by Grizel\u2019s legend I presume, had introduced this scrap of German into your dream. As for the waking wisdom which seized on so frivolous a circumstance as an apology for persevering in some course which it could find no better reason to justify, it is exactly one of those juggling tricks which the sagest of us play off now and then, to gratify our inclination at the expense of our understanding.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cwhy when I was hesitating whether to abandon an enterprise, which I have perhaps rashly undertaken, I should last night dream I saw your ancestor pointing to a motto which encouraged me to perseverance? -- why should I have thought of those words which I cannot remember to have heard before, which are in a language unknown to me, and which yet conveyed, when translated, a lesson which I could so plainly apply to my own circumstances?\u201d", "context": "\u201cYes, sir; but Cicero also tells us, that as he who passes the whole day in darting the javelin must sometimes hit the mark, so, amid the cloud of nightly dreams, some may occur consonant to future events.\u201d\n\n\u201cAy -- that is to say, you have hit the mark in your own sage opinion? Lord! Lord! how this world is given to folly! Well, I will allow for once the Oneirocritical science -- I will give faith to the exposition of dreams, and say a Daniel hath arisen to interpret them, if you can prove to me that that dream of yours has pointed to a prudent line of conduct.\u201d\n\n\u201cTell me, then,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cwhy when I was hesitating whether to abandon an enterprise, which I have perhaps rashly undertaken, I should last night dream I saw your ancestor pointing to a motto which encouraged me to perseverance? -- why should I have thought of those words which I cannot remember to have heard before, which are in a language unknown to me, and which yet conveyed, when translated, a lesson which I could so plainly apply to my own circumstances?\u201d\n\nThe Antiquary burst into a fit of laughing. \u201cExcuse me, my young friend -- but it is thus we silly mortals deceive ourselves, and look out of doors for motives which originate in our own wilful will. I think I can help out the cause of your vision. You were so abstracted in your contemplations yesterday after dinner, as to pay little attention to the discourse between Sir Arthur and me, until we fell upon the controversy concerning the Piks, which terminated so abruptly; -- but I remember producing to Sir Arthur a book printed by my ancestor, and making him observe the motto; your mind was bent elsewhere, but your ear had mechanically received and retained the sounds, and your busy fancy, stirred by Grizel\u2019s legend I presume, had introduced this scrap of German into your dream. As for the waking wisdom which seized on so frivolous a circumstance as an apology for persevering in some course which it could find no better reason to justify, it is exactly one of those juggling tricks which the sagest of us play off now and then, to gratify our inclination at the expense of our understanding.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI believe you are right, Mr. Oldbuck, and I ought to sink in your esteem for attaching a moment\u2019s consequence to such a frivolity; -- but I was tossed by contradictory wishes and resolutions, and you know how slight a line will tow a boat when afloat on the billows, though a cable would hardly move her when pulled up on the beach.\u201d", "context": "The Antiquary burst into a fit of laughing. \u201cExcuse me, my young friend -- but it is thus we silly mortals deceive ourselves, and look out of doors for motives which originate in our own wilful will. I think I can help out the cause of your vision. You were so abstracted in your contemplations yesterday after dinner, as to pay little attention to the discourse between Sir Arthur and me, until we fell upon the controversy concerning the Piks, which terminated so abruptly; -- but I remember producing to Sir Arthur a book printed by my ancestor, and making him observe the motto; your mind was bent elsewhere, but your ear had mechanically received and retained the sounds, and your busy fancy, stirred by Grizel\u2019s legend I presume, had introduced this scrap of German into your dream. As for the waking wisdom which seized on so frivolous a circumstance as an apology for persevering in some course which it could find no better reason to justify, it is exactly one of those juggling tricks which the sagest of us play off now and then, to gratify our inclination at the expense of our understanding.\u201d\n\n\u201cI own it,\u201d said Lovel, blushing deeply; -- \u201cI believe you are right, Mr. Oldbuck, and I ought to sink in your esteem for attaching a moment\u2019s consequence to such a frivolity; -- but I was tossed by contradictory wishes and resolutions, and you know how slight a line will tow a boat when afloat on the billows, though a cable would hardly move her when pulled up on the beach.\u201d\n\n\u201cRight, right,\u201d exclaimed the Antiquary. \u201cFall in my opinion! -- not a whit -- I love thee the better, man; -- why, we have story for story against each other, and I can think with less shame on having exposed myself about that cursed Praetorium -- though I am still convinced Agricola\u2019s camp must have been somewhere in this neighbourhood. And now, Lovel, my good lad, be sincere with me -- What make you from Wittenberg? -- why have you left your own country and professional pursuits, for an idle residence in such a place as Fairport? A truant disposition, I fear.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cFall in my opinion! -- not a whit -- I love thee the better, man; -- why, we have story for story against each other, and I can think with less shame on having exposed myself about that cursed Praetorium -- though I am still convinced Agricola\u2019s camp must have been somewhere in this neighbourhood. And now, Lovel, my good lad, be sincere with me -- What make you from Wittenberg? -- why have you left your own country and professional pursuits, for an idle residence in such a place as Fairport? A truant disposition, I fear.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI own it,\u201d said Lovel, blushing deeply; -- \u201cI believe you are right, Mr. Oldbuck, and I ought to sink in your esteem for attaching a moment\u2019s consequence to such a frivolity; -- but I was tossed by contradictory wishes and resolutions, and you know how slight a line will tow a boat when afloat on the billows, though a cable would hardly move her when pulled up on the beach.\u201d\n\n\u201cRight, right,\u201d exclaimed the Antiquary. \u201cFall in my opinion! -- not a whit -- I love thee the better, man; -- why, we have story for story against each other, and I can think with less shame on having exposed myself about that cursed Praetorium -- though I am still convinced Agricola\u2019s camp must have been somewhere in this neighbourhood. And now, Lovel, my good lad, be sincere with me -- What make you from Wittenberg? -- why have you left your own country and professional pursuits, for an idle residence in such a place as Fairport? A truant disposition, I fear.\u201d\n\n\u201cEven so,\u201d replied Lovel, patiently submitting to an interrogatory which he could not well evade. \u201cYet I am so detached from all the world, have so few in whom I am interested, or who are interested in me, that my very state of destitution gives me independence. He whose good or evil fortune affects himself alone, has the best right to pursue it according to his own fancy.\u201d\n\n\u201cPardon me, young man,\u201d said Oldbuck, laying his hand kindly on his shoulder, and making a full halt --"}, {"quote": "\u201cYet I am so detached from all the world, have so few in whom I am interested, or who are interested in me, that my very state of destitution gives me independence. He whose good or evil fortune affects himself alone, has the best right to pursue it according to his own fancy.\u201d", "context": "\u201cFall in my opinion! -- not a whit -- I love thee the better, man; -- why, we have story for story against each other, and I can think with less shame on having exposed myself about that cursed Praetorium -- though I am still convinced Agricola\u2019s camp must have been somewhere in this neighbourhood. And now, Lovel, my good lad, be sincere with me -- What make you from Wittenberg? -- why have you left your own country and professional pursuits, for an idle residence in such a place as Fairport? A truant disposition, I fear.\u201d\n\n\u201cEven so,\u201d replied Lovel, patiently submitting to an interrogatory which he could not well evade. \u201cYet I am so detached from all the world, have so few in whom I am interested, or who are interested in me, that my very state of destitution gives me independence. He whose good or evil fortune affects himself alone, has the best right to pursue it according to his own fancy.\u201d\n\n\u201cPardon me, young man,\u201d said Oldbuck, laying his hand kindly on his shoulder, and making a full halt -- \u201csufflamina -- a little patience, if you please. I will suppose that you have no friends to share or rejoice in your success in life -- that you cannot look back to those to whom you owe gratitude, or forward to those to whom you ought to afford protection; but it is no less incumbent on you to move steadily in the path of duty -- for your active exertions are due not only to society, but in humble gratitude to the Being who made you a member of it, with powers to serve yourself and others.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cPardon me, young man,", "context": "\u201cFall in my opinion! -- not a whit -- I love thee the better, man; -- why, we have story for story against each other, and I can think with less shame on having exposed myself about that cursed Praetorium -- though I am still convinced Agricola\u2019s camp must have been somewhere in this neighbourhood. And now, Lovel, my good lad, be sincere with me -- What make you from Wittenberg? -- why have you left your own country and professional pursuits, for an idle residence in such a place as Fairport? A truant disposition, I fear.\u201d\n\n\u201cEven so,\u201d replied Lovel, patiently submitting to an interrogatory which he could not well evade. \u201cYet I am so detached from all the world, have so few in whom I am interested, or who are interested in me, that my very state of destitution gives me independence. He whose good or evil fortune affects himself alone, has the best right to pursue it according to his own fancy.\u201d\n\n\u201cPardon me, young man,\u201d said Oldbuck, laying his hand kindly on his shoulder, and making a full halt -- \u201csufflamina -- a little patience, if you please. I will suppose that you have no friends to share or rejoice in your success in life -- that you cannot look back to those to whom you owe gratitude, or forward to those to whom you ought to afford protection; but it is no less incumbent on you to move steadily in the path of duty -- for your active exertions are due not only to society, but in humble gratitude to the Being who made you a member of it, with powers to serve yourself and others.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201csufflamina -- a little patience, if you please. I will suppose that you have no friends to share or rejoice in your success in life -- that you cannot look back to those to whom you owe gratitude, or forward to those to whom you ought to afford protection; but it is no less incumbent on you to move steadily in the path of duty -- for your active exertions are due not only to society, but in humble gratitude to the Being who made you a member of it, with powers to serve yourself and others.\u201d", "context": "\u201cEven so,\u201d replied Lovel, patiently submitting to an interrogatory which he could not well evade. \u201cYet I am so detached from all the world, have so few in whom I am interested, or who are interested in me, that my very state of destitution gives me independence. He whose good or evil fortune affects himself alone, has the best right to pursue it according to his own fancy.\u201d\n\n\u201cPardon me, young man,\u201d said Oldbuck, laying his hand kindly on his shoulder, and making a full halt -- \u201csufflamina -- a little patience, if you please. I will suppose that you have no friends to share or rejoice in your success in life -- that you cannot look back to those to whom you owe gratitude, or forward to those to whom you ought to afford protection; but it is no less incumbent on you to move steadily in the path of duty -- for your active exertions are due not only to society, but in humble gratitude to the Being who made you a member of it, with powers to serve yourself and others.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut I am unconscious of possessing such powers,\u201d said Lovel, somewhat impatiently. \u201cI ask nothing of society but the permission of walking innoxiously through the path of life, without jostling others, or permitting myself to be jostled. I owe no man anything -- I have the means of maintaining, myself with complete independence; and so moderate are my wishes in this respect, that even these means, however limited, rather exceed than fall short of them.\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, then,\u201d said Oldbuck, removing his hand, and turning again to the road,"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut I am unconscious of possessing such powers,", "context": "\u201csufflamina -- a little patience, if you please. I will suppose that you have no friends to share or rejoice in your success in life -- that you cannot look back to those to whom you owe gratitude, or forward to those to whom you ought to afford protection; but it is no less incumbent on you to move steadily in the path of duty -- for your active exertions are due not only to society, but in humble gratitude to the Being who made you a member of it, with powers to serve yourself and others.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut I am unconscious of possessing such powers,\u201d said Lovel, somewhat impatiently. \u201cI ask nothing of society but the permission of walking innoxiously through the path of life, without jostling others, or permitting myself to be jostled. I owe no man anything -- I have the means of maintaining, myself with complete independence; and so moderate are my wishes in this respect, that even these means, however limited, rather exceed than fall short of them.\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, then,\u201d said Oldbuck, removing his hand, and turning again to the road,"}, {"quote": "\u201cI ask nothing of society but the permission of walking innoxiously through the path of life, without jostling others, or permitting myself to be jostled. I owe no man anything -- I have the means of maintaining, myself with complete independence; and so moderate are my wishes in this respect, that even these means, however limited, rather exceed than fall short of them.\u201d", "context": "\u201csufflamina -- a little patience, if you please. I will suppose that you have no friends to share or rejoice in your success in life -- that you cannot look back to those to whom you owe gratitude, or forward to those to whom you ought to afford protection; but it is no less incumbent on you to move steadily in the path of duty -- for your active exertions are due not only to society, but in humble gratitude to the Being who made you a member of it, with powers to serve yourself and others.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut I am unconscious of possessing such powers,\u201d said Lovel, somewhat impatiently. \u201cI ask nothing of society but the permission of walking innoxiously through the path of life, without jostling others, or permitting myself to be jostled. I owe no man anything -- I have the means of maintaining, myself with complete independence; and so moderate are my wishes in this respect, that even these means, however limited, rather exceed than fall short of them.\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, then,\u201d said Oldbuck, removing his hand, and turning again to the road, \u201cif you are so true a philosopher as to think you have money enough, there\u2019s no more to be said -- I cannot pretend to be entitled to advise you; -- you have attained the acme\u2019 -- the summit of perfection. And how came Fairport to be the selected abode of so much self-denying philosophy? It is as if a worshipper of the true religion had set up his staff by choice among the multifarious idolaters of the land of Egypt. There is not a man in Fairport who is not a devoted worshipper of the Golden Calf -- the mammon of unrighteousness. Why, even I, man, am so infected by the bad neighbourhood, that I feel inclined occasionally to become an idolater myself.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cif you are so true a philosopher as to think you have money enough, there\u2019s no more to be said -- I cannot pretend to be entitled to advise you; -- you have attained the acme\u2019 -- the summit of perfection. And how came Fairport to be the selected abode of so much self-denying philosophy? It is as if a worshipper of the true religion had set up his staff by choice among the multifarious idolaters of the land of Egypt. There is not a man in Fairport who is not a devoted worshipper of the Golden Calf -- the mammon of unrighteousness. Why, even I, man, am so infected by the bad neighbourhood, that I feel inclined occasionally to become an idolater myself.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI ask nothing of society but the permission of walking innoxiously through the path of life, without jostling others, or permitting myself to be jostled. I owe no man anything -- I have the means of maintaining, myself with complete independence; and so moderate are my wishes in this respect, that even these means, however limited, rather exceed than fall short of them.\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, then,\u201d said Oldbuck, removing his hand, and turning again to the road, \u201cif you are so true a philosopher as to think you have money enough, there\u2019s no more to be said -- I cannot pretend to be entitled to advise you; -- you have attained the acme\u2019 -- the summit of perfection. And how came Fairport to be the selected abode of so much self-denying philosophy? It is as if a worshipper of the true religion had set up his staff by choice among the multifarious idolaters of the land of Egypt. There is not a man in Fairport who is not a devoted worshipper of the Golden Calf -- the mammon of unrighteousness. Why, even I, man, am so infected by the bad neighbourhood, that I feel inclined occasionally to become an idolater myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy principal amusements being literary,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cand circumstances which I cannot mention having induced me, for a time at least, to relinquish the military service, I have pitched on Fairport as a place where I might follow my pursuits without any of those temptations to society which a more elegant circle might have presented to me.\u201d\n\n\u201cAha!\u201d replied Oldbuck, knowingly, -- \u201cI begin to understand your application of my ancestor\u2019s motto. You are a candidate for public favour, though not in the way I first suspected, -- you are ambitious to shine as a literary character, and you hope to merit favour by labour and perseverance?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cMy principal amusements being literary,", "context": "\u201cif you are so true a philosopher as to think you have money enough, there\u2019s no more to be said -- I cannot pretend to be entitled to advise you; -- you have attained the acme\u2019 -- the summit of perfection. And how came Fairport to be the selected abode of so much self-denying philosophy? It is as if a worshipper of the true religion had set up his staff by choice among the multifarious idolaters of the land of Egypt. There is not a man in Fairport who is not a devoted worshipper of the Golden Calf -- the mammon of unrighteousness. Why, even I, man, am so infected by the bad neighbourhood, that I feel inclined occasionally to become an idolater myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy principal amusements being literary,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cand circumstances which I cannot mention having induced me, for a time at least, to relinquish the military service, I have pitched on Fairport as a place where I might follow my pursuits without any of those temptations to society which a more elegant circle might have presented to me.\u201d\n\n\u201cAha!\u201d replied Oldbuck, knowingly, -- \u201cI begin to understand your application of my ancestor\u2019s motto. You are a candidate for public favour, though not in the way I first suspected, -- you are ambitious to shine as a literary character, and you hope to merit favour by labour and perseverance?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cand circumstances which I cannot mention having induced me, for a time at least, to relinquish the military service, I have pitched on Fairport as a place where I might follow my pursuits without any of those temptations to society which a more elegant circle might have presented to me.\u201d", "context": "\u201cif you are so true a philosopher as to think you have money enough, there\u2019s no more to be said -- I cannot pretend to be entitled to advise you; -- you have attained the acme\u2019 -- the summit of perfection. And how came Fairport to be the selected abode of so much self-denying philosophy? It is as if a worshipper of the true religion had set up his staff by choice among the multifarious idolaters of the land of Egypt. There is not a man in Fairport who is not a devoted worshipper of the Golden Calf -- the mammon of unrighteousness. Why, even I, man, am so infected by the bad neighbourhood, that I feel inclined occasionally to become an idolater myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy principal amusements being literary,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cand circumstances which I cannot mention having induced me, for a time at least, to relinquish the military service, I have pitched on Fairport as a place where I might follow my pursuits without any of those temptations to society which a more elegant circle might have presented to me.\u201d\n\n\u201cAha!\u201d replied Oldbuck, knowingly, -- \u201cI begin to understand your application of my ancestor\u2019s motto. You are a candidate for public favour, though not in the way I first suspected, -- you are ambitious to shine as a literary character, and you hope to merit favour by labour and perseverance?\u201d\n\nLovel, who was rather closely pressed by the inquisitiveness of the old gentleman, concluded it would be best to let him remain in the error which he had gratuitously adopted."}, {"quote": "\u201cI begin to understand your application of my ancestor\u2019s motto. You are a candidate for public favour, though not in the way I first suspected, -- you are ambitious to shine as a literary character, and you hope to merit favour by labour and perseverance?\u201d", "context": "\u201cif you are so true a philosopher as to think you have money enough, there\u2019s no more to be said -- I cannot pretend to be entitled to advise you; -- you have attained the acme\u2019 -- the summit of perfection. And how came Fairport to be the selected abode of so much self-denying philosophy? It is as if a worshipper of the true religion had set up his staff by choice among the multifarious idolaters of the land of Egypt. There is not a man in Fairport who is not a devoted worshipper of the Golden Calf -- the mammon of unrighteousness. Why, even I, man, am so infected by the bad neighbourhood, that I feel inclined occasionally to become an idolater myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy principal amusements being literary,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cand circumstances which I cannot mention having induced me, for a time at least, to relinquish the military service, I have pitched on Fairport as a place where I might follow my pursuits without any of those temptations to society which a more elegant circle might have presented to me.\u201d\n\n\u201cAha!\u201d replied Oldbuck, knowingly, -- \u201cI begin to understand your application of my ancestor\u2019s motto. You are a candidate for public favour, though not in the way I first suspected, -- you are ambitious to shine as a literary character, and you hope to merit favour by labour and perseverance?\u201d\n\nLovel, who was rather closely pressed by the inquisitiveness of the old gentleman, concluded it would be best to let him remain in the error which he had gratuitously adopted.\n\n\u201cI have been at times foolish enough,\u201d he replied, \u201cto nourish some thoughts of the kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, poor fellow! nothing can be more melancholy; unless, as young men sometimes do, you had fancied yourself in love with some trumpery specimen of womankind, which is indeed, as Shakspeare truly says, pressing to death, whipping, and hanging all at once.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI have been at times foolish enough,", "context": "\u201cAha!\u201d replied Oldbuck, knowingly, -- \u201cI begin to understand your application of my ancestor\u2019s motto. You are a candidate for public favour, though not in the way I first suspected, -- you are ambitious to shine as a literary character, and you hope to merit favour by labour and perseverance?\u201d\n\nLovel, who was rather closely pressed by the inquisitiveness of the old gentleman, concluded it would be best to let him remain in the error which he had gratuitously adopted.\n\n\u201cI have been at times foolish enough,\u201d he replied, \u201cto nourish some thoughts of the kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, poor fellow! nothing can be more melancholy; unless, as young men sometimes do, you had fancied yourself in love with some trumpery specimen of womankind, which is indeed, as Shakspeare truly says, pressing to death, whipping, and hanging all at once.\u201d\n\nHe then proceeded with inquiries, which he was sometimes kind enough to answer himself. For this good old gentleman had, from his antiquarian researches, acquired a delight in building theories out of premises which were often far from affording sufficient ground for them; and being, as the reader must have remarked, sufficiently opinionative, he did not readily brook being corrected, either in matter of fact or judgment, even by those who were principally interested in the subjects on which he speculated. He went on, therefore, chalking out Lovel\u2019s literary career for him."}, {"quote": "\u201cto nourish some thoughts of the kind.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI begin to understand your application of my ancestor\u2019s motto. You are a candidate for public favour, though not in the way I first suspected, -- you are ambitious to shine as a literary character, and you hope to merit favour by labour and perseverance?\u201d\n\nLovel, who was rather closely pressed by the inquisitiveness of the old gentleman, concluded it would be best to let him remain in the error which he had gratuitously adopted.\n\n\u201cI have been at times foolish enough,\u201d he replied, \u201cto nourish some thoughts of the kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, poor fellow! nothing can be more melancholy; unless, as young men sometimes do, you had fancied yourself in love with some trumpery specimen of womankind, which is indeed, as Shakspeare truly says, pressing to death, whipping, and hanging all at once.\u201d\n\nHe then proceeded with inquiries, which he was sometimes kind enough to answer himself. For this good old gentleman had, from his antiquarian researches, acquired a delight in building theories out of premises which were often far from affording sufficient ground for them; and being, as the reader must have remarked, sufficiently opinionative, he did not readily brook being corrected, either in matter of fact or judgment, even by those who were principally interested in the subjects on which he speculated. He went on, therefore, chalking out Lovel\u2019s literary career for him."}, {"quote": "\u201cAh, poor fellow! nothing can be more melancholy; unless, as young men sometimes do, you had fancied yourself in love with some trumpery specimen of womankind, which is indeed, as Shakspeare truly says, pressing to death, whipping, and hanging all at once.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI begin to understand your application of my ancestor\u2019s motto. You are a candidate for public favour, though not in the way I first suspected, -- you are ambitious to shine as a literary character, and you hope to merit favour by labour and perseverance?\u201d\n\nLovel, who was rather closely pressed by the inquisitiveness of the old gentleman, concluded it would be best to let him remain in the error which he had gratuitously adopted.\n\n\u201cI have been at times foolish enough,\u201d he replied, \u201cto nourish some thoughts of the kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, poor fellow! nothing can be more melancholy; unless, as young men sometimes do, you had fancied yourself in love with some trumpery specimen of womankind, which is indeed, as Shakspeare truly says, pressing to death, whipping, and hanging all at once.\u201d\n\nHe then proceeded with inquiries, which he was sometimes kind enough to answer himself. For this good old gentleman had, from his antiquarian researches, acquired a delight in building theories out of premises which were often far from affording sufficient ground for them; and being, as the reader must have remarked, sufficiently opinionative, he did not readily brook being corrected, either in matter of fact or judgment, even by those who were principally interested in the subjects on which he speculated. He went on, therefore, chalking out Lovel\u2019s literary career for him."}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd with what do you propose to commence your debut as a man of letters? -- But I guess -- poetry -- poetry -- the soft seducer of youth. Yes! there is an acknowledging modesty of confusion in your eye and manner. And where lies your vein? -- are you inclined to soar to the higher regions of Parnassus, or to flutter around the base of the hill?\u201d", "context": "He then proceeded with inquiries, which he was sometimes kind enough to answer himself. For this good old gentleman had, from his antiquarian researches, acquired a delight in building theories out of premises which were often far from affording sufficient ground for them; and being, as the reader must have remarked, sufficiently opinionative, he did not readily brook being corrected, either in matter of fact or judgment, even by those who were principally interested in the subjects on which he speculated. He went on, therefore, chalking out Lovel\u2019s literary career for him.\n\n\u201cAnd with what do you propose to commence your debut as a man of letters? -- But I guess -- poetry -- poetry -- the soft seducer of youth. Yes! there is an acknowledging modesty of confusion in your eye and manner. And where lies your vein? -- are you inclined to soar to the higher regions of Parnassus, or to flutter around the base of the hill?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have hitherto attempted only a few lyrical pieces,\u201d said Lovel.\n\n\u201cJust as I supposed -- pruning your wing, and hopping from spray to spray. But I trust you intend a bolder flight. Observe, I would by no means recommend your persevering in this unprofitable pursuit -- but you say you are quite independent of the public caprice?\u201d\n\n\u201cEntirely so,\u201d replied Lovel.\n\n\u201cAnd that you are determined not to adopt a more active course of life?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI have hitherto attempted only a few lyrical pieces,", "context": "He then proceeded with inquiries, which he was sometimes kind enough to answer himself. For this good old gentleman had, from his antiquarian researches, acquired a delight in building theories out of premises which were often far from affording sufficient ground for them; and being, as the reader must have remarked, sufficiently opinionative, he did not readily brook being corrected, either in matter of fact or judgment, even by those who were principally interested in the subjects on which he speculated. He went on, therefore, chalking out Lovel\u2019s literary career for him.\n\n\u201cAnd with what do you propose to commence your debut as a man of letters? -- But I guess -- poetry -- poetry -- the soft seducer of youth. Yes! there is an acknowledging modesty of confusion in your eye and manner. And where lies your vein? -- are you inclined to soar to the higher regions of Parnassus, or to flutter around the base of the hill?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have hitherto attempted only a few lyrical pieces,\u201d said Lovel.\n\n\u201cJust as I supposed -- pruning your wing, and hopping from spray to spray. But I trust you intend a bolder flight. Observe, I would by no means recommend your persevering in this unprofitable pursuit -- but you say you are quite independent of the public caprice?\u201d\n\n\u201cEntirely so,\u201d replied Lovel.\n\n\u201cAnd that you are determined not to adopt a more active course of life?\u201d\n\n\u201cFor the present, such is my resolution,\u201d replied the young man."}, {"quote": "\u201cJust as I supposed -- pruning your wing, and hopping from spray to spray. But I trust you intend a bolder flight. Observe, I would by no means recommend your persevering in this unprofitable pursuit -- but you say you are quite independent of the public caprice?\u201d", "context": "He then proceeded with inquiries, which he was sometimes kind enough to answer himself. For this good old gentleman had, from his antiquarian researches, acquired a delight in building theories out of premises which were often far from affording sufficient ground for them; and being, as the reader must have remarked, sufficiently opinionative, he did not readily brook being corrected, either in matter of fact or judgment, even by those who were principally interested in the subjects on which he speculated. He went on, therefore, chalking out Lovel\u2019s literary career for him.\n\n\u201cAnd with what do you propose to commence your debut as a man of letters? -- But I guess -- poetry -- poetry -- the soft seducer of youth. Yes! there is an acknowledging modesty of confusion in your eye and manner. And where lies your vein? -- are you inclined to soar to the higher regions of Parnassus, or to flutter around the base of the hill?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have hitherto attempted only a few lyrical pieces,\u201d said Lovel.\n\n\u201cJust as I supposed -- pruning your wing, and hopping from spray to spray. But I trust you intend a bolder flight. Observe, I would by no means recommend your persevering in this unprofitable pursuit -- but you say you are quite independent of the public caprice?\u201d\n\n\u201cEntirely so,\u201d replied Lovel.\n\n\u201cAnd that you are determined not to adopt a more active course of life?\u201d\n\n\u201cFor the present, such is my resolution,\u201d replied the young man.\n\n\u201cWhy, then, it only remains for me to give you my best advice and assistance in the object of your pursuit. I have myself published two essays in the Antiquarian Repository, -- and therefore am an author of experience, There was my Remarks on Hearne\u2019s edition of Robert of Gloucester, signed Scrutator; and the other signed Indagator, upon a passage in Tacitus. I might add, what attracted considerable notice at the time, and that is my paper in the Gentleman\u2019s Magazine, upon the inscription of OElia Lelia, which I subscribed OEdipus. So you see I am not an apprentice in the mysteries of author-craft, and must necessarily understand the taste and temper of the times. And now, once more, what do you intend to commence with?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd that you are determined not to adopt a more active course of life?\u201d", "context": "\u201cAnd with what do you propose to commence your debut as a man of letters? -- But I guess -- poetry -- poetry -- the soft seducer of youth. Yes! there is an acknowledging modesty of confusion in your eye and manner. And where lies your vein? -- are you inclined to soar to the higher regions of Parnassus, or to flutter around the base of the hill?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have hitherto attempted only a few lyrical pieces,\u201d said Lovel.\n\n\u201cJust as I supposed -- pruning your wing, and hopping from spray to spray. But I trust you intend a bolder flight. Observe, I would by no means recommend your persevering in this unprofitable pursuit -- but you say you are quite independent of the public caprice?\u201d\n\n\u201cEntirely so,\u201d replied Lovel.\n\n\u201cAnd that you are determined not to adopt a more active course of life?\u201d\n\n\u201cFor the present, such is my resolution,\u201d replied the young man.\n\n\u201cWhy, then, it only remains for me to give you my best advice and assistance in the object of your pursuit. I have myself published two essays in the Antiquarian Repository, -- and therefore am an author of experience, There was my Remarks on Hearne\u2019s edition of Robert of Gloucester, signed Scrutator; and the other signed Indagator, upon a passage in Tacitus. I might add, what attracted considerable notice at the time, and that is my paper in the Gentleman\u2019s Magazine, upon the inscription of OElia Lelia, which I subscribed OEdipus. So you see I am not an apprentice in the mysteries of author-craft, and must necessarily understand the taste and temper of the times. And now, once more, what do you intend to commence with?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cFor the present, such is my resolution,", "context": "\u201cI have hitherto attempted only a few lyrical pieces,\u201d said Lovel.\n\n\u201cJust as I supposed -- pruning your wing, and hopping from spray to spray. But I trust you intend a bolder flight. Observe, I would by no means recommend your persevering in this unprofitable pursuit -- but you say you are quite independent of the public caprice?\u201d\n\n\u201cEntirely so,\u201d replied Lovel.\n\n\u201cAnd that you are determined not to adopt a more active course of life?\u201d\n\n\u201cFor the present, such is my resolution,\u201d replied the young man.\n\n\u201cWhy, then, it only remains for me to give you my best advice and assistance in the object of your pursuit. I have myself published two essays in the Antiquarian Repository, -- and therefore am an author of experience, There was my Remarks on Hearne\u2019s edition of Robert of Gloucester, signed Scrutator; and the other signed Indagator, upon a passage in Tacitus. I might add, what attracted considerable notice at the time, and that is my paper in the Gentleman\u2019s Magazine, upon the inscription of OElia Lelia, which I subscribed OEdipus. So you see I am not an apprentice in the mysteries of author-craft, and must necessarily understand the taste and temper of the times. And now, once more, what do you intend to commence with?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhy, then, it only remains for me to give you my best advice and assistance in the object of your pursuit. I have myself published two essays in the Antiquarian Repository, -- and therefore am an author of experience, There was my Remarks on Hearne\u2019s edition of Robert of Gloucester, signed Scrutator; and the other signed Indagator, upon a passage in Tacitus. I might add, what attracted considerable notice at the time, and that is my paper in the Gentleman\u2019s Magazine, upon the inscription of OElia Lelia, which I subscribed OEdipus. So you see I am not an apprentice in the mysteries of author-craft, and must necessarily understand the taste and temper of the times. And now, once more, what do you intend to commence with?\u201d", "context": "\u201d said Lovel.\n\n\u201cJust as I supposed -- pruning your wing, and hopping from spray to spray. But I trust you intend a bolder flight. Observe, I would by no means recommend your persevering in this unprofitable pursuit -- but you say you are quite independent of the public caprice?\u201d\n\n\u201cEntirely so,\u201d replied Lovel.\n\n\u201cAnd that you are determined not to adopt a more active course of life?\u201d\n\n\u201cFor the present, such is my resolution,\u201d replied the young man.\n\n\u201cWhy, then, it only remains for me to give you my best advice and assistance in the object of your pursuit. I have myself published two essays in the Antiquarian Repository, -- and therefore am an author of experience, There was my Remarks on Hearne\u2019s edition of Robert of Gloucester, signed Scrutator; and the other signed Indagator, upon a passage in Tacitus. I might add, what attracted considerable notice at the time, and that is my paper in the Gentleman\u2019s Magazine, upon the inscription of OElia Lelia, which I subscribed OEdipus. So you see I am not an apprentice in the mysteries of author-craft, and must necessarily understand the taste and temper of the times. And now, once more, what do you intend to commence with?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have no instant thoughts of publishing.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh! that will never do; you must have the fear of the public before your eyes in all your undertakings. Let us see now: A collection of fugitive pieces; but no -- your fugitive poetry is apt to become stationary with the bookseller. It should be something at once solid and attractive -- none of your romances or anomalous novelties -- I would have you take high ground at once. Let me see: What think you of a real epic? -- the grand old-fashioned historical poem which moved through twelve or twenty-four books. We\u2019ll have it so -- I\u2019ll supply you with a subject -- The battle between the Caledonians and Romans -- The Caledoniad; or, Invasion Repelled; -- let that be the title -- it will suit the present taste, and you may throw in a touch of the times.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI have no instant thoughts of publishing.\u201d", "context": "\u201cWhy, then, it only remains for me to give you my best advice and assistance in the object of your pursuit. I have myself published two essays in the Antiquarian Repository, -- and therefore am an author of experience, There was my Remarks on Hearne\u2019s edition of Robert of Gloucester, signed Scrutator; and the other signed Indagator, upon a passage in Tacitus. I might add, what attracted considerable notice at the time, and that is my paper in the Gentleman\u2019s Magazine, upon the inscription of OElia Lelia, which I subscribed OEdipus. So you see I am not an apprentice in the mysteries of author-craft, and must necessarily understand the taste and temper of the times. And now, once more, what do you intend to commence with?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have no instant thoughts of publishing.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh! that will never do; you must have the fear of the public before your eyes in all your undertakings. Let us see now: A collection of fugitive pieces; but no -- your fugitive poetry is apt to become stationary with the bookseller. It should be something at once solid and attractive -- none of your romances or anomalous novelties -- I would have you take high ground at once. Let me see: What think you of a real epic? -- the grand old-fashioned historical poem which moved through twelve or twenty-four books. We\u2019ll have it so -- I\u2019ll supply you with a subject -- The battle between the Caledonians and Romans -- The Caledoniad; or, Invasion Repelled; -- let that be the title -- it will suit the present taste, and you may throw in a touch of the times.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAh! that will never do; you must have the fear of the public before your eyes in all your undertakings. Let us see now: A collection of fugitive pieces; but no -- your fugitive poetry is apt to become stationary with the bookseller. It should be something at once solid and attractive -- none of your romances or anomalous novelties -- I would have you take high ground at once. Let me see: What think you of a real epic? -- the grand old-fashioned historical poem which moved through twelve or twenty-four books. We\u2019ll have it so -- I\u2019ll supply you with a subject -- The battle between the Caledonians and Romans -- The Caledoniad; or, Invasion Repelled; -- let that be the title -- it will suit the present taste, and you may throw in a touch of the times.\u201d", "context": "\u201cWhy, then, it only remains for me to give you my best advice and assistance in the object of your pursuit. I have myself published two essays in the Antiquarian Repository, -- and therefore am an author of experience, There was my Remarks on Hearne\u2019s edition of Robert of Gloucester, signed Scrutator; and the other signed Indagator, upon a passage in Tacitus. I might add, what attracted considerable notice at the time, and that is my paper in the Gentleman\u2019s Magazine, upon the inscription of OElia Lelia, which I subscribed OEdipus. So you see I am not an apprentice in the mysteries of author-craft, and must necessarily understand the taste and temper of the times. And now, once more, what do you intend to commence with?\u201d\n\n\u201cI have no instant thoughts of publishing.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh! that will never do; you must have the fear of the public before your eyes in all your undertakings. Let us see now: A collection of fugitive pieces; but no -- your fugitive poetry is apt to become stationary with the bookseller. It should be something at once solid and attractive -- none of your romances or anomalous novelties -- I would have you take high ground at once. Let me see: What think you of a real epic? -- the grand old-fashioned historical poem which moved through twelve or twenty-four books. We\u2019ll have it so -- I\u2019ll supply you with a subject -- The battle between the Caledonians and Romans -- The Caledoniad; or, Invasion Repelled; -- let that be the title -- it will suit the present taste, and you may throw in a touch of the times.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut the invasion of Agricola was not repelled.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; but you are a poet -- free of the corporation, and as little bound down to truth or probability as Virgil himself -- You may defeat the Romans in spite of Tacitus.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd pitch Agricola\u2019s camp at the Kaim of -- what do you call it,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cin defiance of Edie Ochiltree?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo more of that, an thou lovest me -- And yet, I dare say, ye may unwittingly speak most correct truth in both instances, in despite of the toga of the historian and the blue gown of the mendicant.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut the invasion of Agricola was not repelled.\u201d", "context": "\u201cAh! that will never do; you must have the fear of the public before your eyes in all your undertakings. Let us see now: A collection of fugitive pieces; but no -- your fugitive poetry is apt to become stationary with the bookseller. It should be something at once solid and attractive -- none of your romances or anomalous novelties -- I would have you take high ground at once. Let me see: What think you of a real epic? -- the grand old-fashioned historical poem which moved through twelve or twenty-four books. We\u2019ll have it so -- I\u2019ll supply you with a subject -- The battle between the Caledonians and Romans -- The Caledoniad; or, Invasion Repelled; -- let that be the title -- it will suit the present taste, and you may throw in a touch of the times.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut the invasion of Agricola was not repelled.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; but you are a poet -- free of the corporation, and as little bound down to truth or probability as Virgil himself -- You may defeat the Romans in spite of Tacitus.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd pitch Agricola\u2019s camp at the Kaim of -- what do you call it,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cin defiance of Edie Ochiltree?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo more of that, an thou lovest me -- And yet, I dare say, ye may unwittingly speak most correct truth in both instances, in despite of the toga of the historian and the blue gown of the mendicant.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo; but you are a poet -- free of the corporation, and as little bound down to truth or probability as Virgil himself -- You may defeat the Romans in spite of Tacitus.\u201d", "context": "\u201cAh! that will never do; you must have the fear of the public before your eyes in all your undertakings. Let us see now: A collection of fugitive pieces; but no -- your fugitive poetry is apt to become stationary with the bookseller. It should be something at once solid and attractive -- none of your romances or anomalous novelties -- I would have you take high ground at once. Let me see: What think you of a real epic? -- the grand old-fashioned historical poem which moved through twelve or twenty-four books. We\u2019ll have it so -- I\u2019ll supply you with a subject -- The battle between the Caledonians and Romans -- The Caledoniad; or, Invasion Repelled; -- let that be the title -- it will suit the present taste, and you may throw in a touch of the times.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut the invasion of Agricola was not repelled.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; but you are a poet -- free of the corporation, and as little bound down to truth or probability as Virgil himself -- You may defeat the Romans in spite of Tacitus.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd pitch Agricola\u2019s camp at the Kaim of -- what do you call it,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cin defiance of Edie Ochiltree?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo more of that, an thou lovest me -- And yet, I dare say, ye may unwittingly speak most correct truth in both instances, in despite of the toga of the historian and the blue gown of the mendicant.\u201d\n\n\u201cGallantly counselled! -- Well, I will do my best -- your kindness will assist me with local information.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd pitch Agricola\u2019s camp at the Kaim of -- what do you call it,", "context": "\u201cAh! that will never do; you must have the fear of the public before your eyes in all your undertakings. Let us see now: A collection of fugitive pieces; but no -- your fugitive poetry is apt to become stationary with the bookseller. It should be something at once solid and attractive -- none of your romances or anomalous novelties -- I would have you take high ground at once. Let me see: What think you of a real epic? -- the grand old-fashioned historical poem which moved through twelve or twenty-four books. We\u2019ll have it so -- I\u2019ll supply you with a subject -- The battle between the Caledonians and Romans -- The Caledoniad; or, Invasion Repelled; -- let that be the title -- it will suit the present taste, and you may throw in a touch of the times.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut the invasion of Agricola was not repelled.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; but you are a poet -- free of the corporation, and as little bound down to truth or probability as Virgil himself -- You may defeat the Romans in spite of Tacitus.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd pitch Agricola\u2019s camp at the Kaim of -- what do you call it,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cin defiance of Edie Ochiltree?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo more of that, an thou lovest me -- And yet, I dare say, ye may unwittingly speak most correct truth in both instances, in despite of the toga of the historian and the blue gown of the mendicant.\u201d\n\n\u201cGallantly counselled! -- Well, I will do my best -- your kindness will assist me with local information.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill I not, man? -- why, I will write the critical and historical notes on each canto, and draw out the plan of the story myself. I pretend to some poetical genius, Mr. Lovel, only I was never able to write verses.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cin defiance of Edie Ochiltree?\u201d", "context": "\u201cAh! that will never do; you must have the fear of the public before your eyes in all your undertakings. Let us see now: A collection of fugitive pieces; but no -- your fugitive poetry is apt to become stationary with the bookseller. It should be something at once solid and attractive -- none of your romances or anomalous novelties -- I would have you take high ground at once. Let me see: What think you of a real epic? -- the grand old-fashioned historical poem which moved through twelve or twenty-four books. We\u2019ll have it so -- I\u2019ll supply you with a subject -- The battle between the Caledonians and Romans -- The Caledoniad; or, Invasion Repelled; -- let that be the title -- it will suit the present taste, and you may throw in a touch of the times.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut the invasion of Agricola was not repelled.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; but you are a poet -- free of the corporation, and as little bound down to truth or probability as Virgil himself -- You may defeat the Romans in spite of Tacitus.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd pitch Agricola\u2019s camp at the Kaim of -- what do you call it,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cin defiance of Edie Ochiltree?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo more of that, an thou lovest me -- And yet, I dare say, ye may unwittingly speak most correct truth in both instances, in despite of the toga of the historian and the blue gown of the mendicant.\u201d\n\n\u201cGallantly counselled! -- Well, I will do my best -- your kindness will assist me with local information.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill I not, man? -- why, I will write the critical and historical notes on each canto, and draw out the plan of the story myself. I pretend to some poetical genius, Mr. Lovel, only I was never able to write verses.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo more of that, an thou lovest me -- And yet, I dare say, ye may unwittingly speak most correct truth in both instances, in despite of the toga of the historian and the blue gown of the mendicant.\u201d", "context": "\u201cAh! that will never do; you must have the fear of the public before your eyes in all your undertakings. Let us see now: A collection of fugitive pieces; but no -- your fugitive poetry is apt to become stationary with the bookseller. It should be something at once solid and attractive -- none of your romances or anomalous novelties -- I would have you take high ground at once. Let me see: What think you of a real epic? -- the grand old-fashioned historical poem which moved through twelve or twenty-four books. We\u2019ll have it so -- I\u2019ll supply you with a subject -- The battle between the Caledonians and Romans -- The Caledoniad; or, Invasion Repelled; -- let that be the title -- it will suit the present taste, and you may throw in a touch of the times.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut the invasion of Agricola was not repelled.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; but you are a poet -- free of the corporation, and as little bound down to truth or probability as Virgil himself -- You may defeat the Romans in spite of Tacitus.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd pitch Agricola\u2019s camp at the Kaim of -- what do you call it,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cin defiance of Edie Ochiltree?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo more of that, an thou lovest me -- And yet, I dare say, ye may unwittingly speak most correct truth in both instances, in despite of the toga of the historian and the blue gown of the mendicant.\u201d\n\n\u201cGallantly counselled! -- Well, I will do my best -- your kindness will assist me with local information.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill I not, man? -- why, I will write the critical and historical notes on each canto, and draw out the plan of the story myself. I pretend to some poetical genius, Mr. Lovel, only I was never able to write verses.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is a pity, sir, that you should have failed in a qualification somewhat essential to the art.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cGallantly counselled! -- Well, I will do my best -- your kindness will assist me with local information.\u201d", "context": "\u201cNo; but you are a poet -- free of the corporation, and as little bound down to truth or probability as Virgil himself -- You may defeat the Romans in spite of Tacitus.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd pitch Agricola\u2019s camp at the Kaim of -- what do you call it,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cin defiance of Edie Ochiltree?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo more of that, an thou lovest me -- And yet, I dare say, ye may unwittingly speak most correct truth in both instances, in despite of the toga of the historian and the blue gown of the mendicant.\u201d\n\n\u201cGallantly counselled! -- Well, I will do my best -- your kindness will assist me with local information.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill I not, man? -- why, I will write the critical and historical notes on each canto, and draw out the plan of the story myself. I pretend to some poetical genius, Mr. Lovel, only I was never able to write verses.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is a pity, sir, that you should have failed in a qualification somewhat essential to the art.\u201d\n\n\u201cEssential? -- not a whit -- it is the mere mechanical department. A man may be a poet without measuring spondees and dactyls like the ancients, or clashing the ends of lines into rhyme like the moderns, as one may be an architect though unable to labour like a stone-mason -- Dost think Palladio or Vitruvius ever carried a hod?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWill I not, man? -- why, I will write the critical and historical notes on each canto, and draw out the plan of the story myself. I pretend to some poetical genius, Mr. Lovel, only I was never able to write verses.\u201d", "context": "\u201cAnd pitch Agricola\u2019s camp at the Kaim of -- what do you call it,\u201d answered Lovel, \u201cin defiance of Edie Ochiltree?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo more of that, an thou lovest me -- And yet, I dare say, ye may unwittingly speak most correct truth in both instances, in despite of the toga of the historian and the blue gown of the mendicant.\u201d\n\n\u201cGallantly counselled! -- Well, I will do my best -- your kindness will assist me with local information.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill I not, man? -- why, I will write the critical and historical notes on each canto, and draw out the plan of the story myself. I pretend to some poetical genius, Mr. Lovel, only I was never able to write verses.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is a pity, sir, that you should have failed in a qualification somewhat essential to the art.\u201d\n\n\u201cEssential? -- not a whit -- it is the mere mechanical department. A man may be a poet without measuring spondees and dactyls like the ancients, or clashing the ends of lines into rhyme like the moderns, as one may be an architect though unable to labour like a stone-mason -- Dost think Palladio or Vitruvius ever carried a hod?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt is a pity, sir, that you should have failed in a qualification somewhat essential to the art.\u201d", "context": "\u201cNo more of that, an thou lovest me -- And yet, I dare say, ye may unwittingly speak most correct truth in both instances, in despite of the toga of the historian and the blue gown of the mendicant.\u201d\n\n\u201cGallantly counselled! -- Well, I will do my best -- your kindness will assist me with local information.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill I not, man? -- why, I will write the critical and historical notes on each canto, and draw out the plan of the story myself. I pretend to some poetical genius, Mr. Lovel, only I was never able to write verses.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is a pity, sir, that you should have failed in a qualification somewhat essential to the art.\u201d\n\n\u201cEssential? -- not a whit -- it is the mere mechanical department. A man may be a poet without measuring spondees and dactyls like the ancients, or clashing the ends of lines into rhyme like the moderns, as one may be an architect though unable to labour like a stone-mason -- Dost think Palladio or Vitruvius ever carried a hod?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn that case, there should be two authors to each poem -- one to think and plan, another to execute.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cEssential? -- not a whit -- it is the mere mechanical department. A man may be a poet without measuring spondees and dactyls like the ancients, or clashing the ends of lines into rhyme like the moderns, as one may be an architect though unable to labour like a stone-mason -- Dost think Palladio or Vitruvius ever carried a hod?\u201d", "context": "\u201cGallantly counselled! -- Well, I will do my best -- your kindness will assist me with local information.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill I not, man? -- why, I will write the critical and historical notes on each canto, and draw out the plan of the story myself. I pretend to some poetical genius, Mr. Lovel, only I was never able to write verses.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is a pity, sir, that you should have failed in a qualification somewhat essential to the art.\u201d\n\n\u201cEssential? -- not a whit -- it is the mere mechanical department. A man may be a poet without measuring spondees and dactyls like the ancients, or clashing the ends of lines into rhyme like the moderns, as one may be an architect though unable to labour like a stone-mason -- Dost think Palladio or Vitruvius ever carried a hod?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn that case, there should be two authors to each poem -- one to think and plan, another to execute.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, it would not be amiss; at any rate, we\u2019ll make the experiment; -- not that I would wish to give my name to the public -- assistance from a learned friend might be acknowledged in the preface after what flourish your nature will -- I am a total stranger to authorial vanity.\u201d\n\nLovel was much entertained by a declaration not very consistent with the eagerness wherewith his friend seemed to catch at an opportunity of coming before the public, though in a manner which rather resembled stepping up behind a carriage than getting into one. The Antiquary was indeed uncommonly delighted; for, like many other men who spend their lives in obscure literary research, he had a secret ambition to appear in print, which was checked by cold fits of diffidence, fear of criticism, and habits of indolence and procrastination. \u201cBut,\u201d thought he, \u201cI may, like a second Teucer, discharge my shafts from behind the shield of my ally; and, admit that he should not prove to be a first-rate poet, I am in no shape answerable for his deficiencies, and the good notes may very probably help off an indifferent text. But he is -- he must be a good poet; he has the real Parnassian abstraction -- seldom answers a question till it is twice repeated -- drinks his tea scalding, and eats without knowing what he is putting into his mouth. This is the real aestus, the awen of the Welsh bards, the divinus afflatus that transports the poet beyond the limits of sublunary things. His visions, too, are very symptomatical of poetic fury -- I must recollect to send Caxon to see he puts out his candle to-night -- poets and visionaries are apt to be negligent in that respect.\u201d Then, turning to his companion, he expressed himself aloud in continuation -- "}, {"quote": "\u201cIn that case, there should be two authors to each poem -- one to think and plan, another to execute.\u201d", "context": "\u201cIt is a pity, sir, that you should have failed in a qualification somewhat essential to the art.\u201d\n\n\u201cEssential? -- not a whit -- it is the mere mechanical department. A man may be a poet without measuring spondees and dactyls like the ancients, or clashing the ends of lines into rhyme like the moderns, as one may be an architect though unable to labour like a stone-mason -- Dost think Palladio or Vitruvius ever carried a hod?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn that case, there should be two authors to each poem -- one to think and plan, another to execute.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, it would not be amiss; at any rate, we\u2019ll make the experiment; -- not that I would wish to give my name to the public -- assistance from a learned friend might be acknowledged in the preface after what flourish your nature will -- I am a total stranger to authorial vanity.\u201d\n\nLovel was much entertained by a declaration not very consistent with the eagerness wherewith his friend seemed to catch at an opportunity of coming before the public, though in a manner which rather resembled stepping up behind a carriage than getting into one. The Antiquary was indeed uncommonly delighted; for, like many other men who spend their lives in obscure literary research, he had a secret ambition to appear in print, which was checked by cold fits of diffidence, fear of criticism, and habits of indolence and procrastination. \u201cBut,\u201d thought he, \u201cI may, like a second Teucer, discharge my shafts from behind the shield of my ally; and, admit that he should not prove to be a first-rate poet, I am in no shape answerable for his deficiencies, and the good notes may very probably help off an indifferent text. But he is -- he must be a good poet; he has the real Parnassian abstraction -- seldom answers a question till it is twice repeated -- drinks his tea scalding, and eats without knowing what he is putting into his mouth. This is the real aestus, the awen of the Welsh bards, the divinus afflatus that transports the poet beyond the limits of sublunary things. His visions, too, are very symptomatical of poetic fury -- I must recollect to send Caxon to see he puts out his candle to-night -- poets and visionaries are apt to be negligent in that respect.\u201d Then, turning to his companion, he expressed himself aloud in continuation -- "}, {"quote": "\u201cWhy, it would not be amiss; at any rate, we\u2019ll make the experiment; -- not that I would wish to give my name to the public -- assistance from a learned friend might be acknowledged in the preface after what flourish your nature will -- I am a total stranger to authorial vanity.\u201d", "context": "\u201cEssential? -- not a whit -- it is the mere mechanical department. A man may be a poet without measuring spondees and dactyls like the ancients, or clashing the ends of lines into rhyme like the moderns, as one may be an architect though unable to labour like a stone-mason -- Dost think Palladio or Vitruvius ever carried a hod?\u201d\n\n\u201cIn that case, there should be two authors to each poem -- one to think and plan, another to execute.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, it would not be amiss; at any rate, we\u2019ll make the experiment; -- not that I would wish to give my name to the public -- assistance from a learned friend might be acknowledged in the preface after what flourish your nature will -- I am a total stranger to authorial vanity.\u201d\n\nLovel was much entertained by a declaration not very consistent with the eagerness wherewith his friend seemed to catch at an opportunity of coming before the public, though in a manner which rather resembled stepping up behind a carriage than getting into one. The Antiquary was indeed uncommonly delighted; for, like many other men who spend their lives in obscure literary research, he had a secret ambition to appear in print, which was checked by cold fits of diffidence, fear of criticism, and habits of indolence and procrastination. \u201cBut,\u201d thought he, \u201cI may, like a second Teucer, discharge my shafts from behind the shield of my ally; and, admit that he should not prove to be a first-rate poet, I am in no shape answerable for his deficiencies, and the good notes may very probably help off an indifferent text. But he is -- he must be a good poet; he has the real Parnassian abstraction -- seldom answers a question till it is twice repeated -- drinks his tea scalding, and eats without knowing what he is putting into his mouth. This is the real aestus, the awen of the Welsh bards, the divinus afflatus that transports the poet beyond the limits of sublunary things. His visions, too, are very symptomatical of poetic fury -- I must recollect to send Caxon to see he puts out his candle to-night -- poets and visionaries are apt to be negligent in that respect.\u201d Then, turning to his companion, he expressed himself aloud in continuation -- "}, {"quote": "\u201cYes, my dear Lovel, you shall have full notes; and, indeed, think we may introduce the whole of the Essay on Castrametation into the appendix -- it will give great value to the work. Then we will revive the good old forms so disgracefully neglected in modern times. You shall invoke the Muse -- and certainly she ought to be propitious to an author who, in an apostatizing age, adheres with the faith of Abdiel to the ancient form of adoration. -- Then we must have a vision -- in which the Genius of Caledonia shall appear to Galgacus, and show him a procession of the real Scottish monarchs: -- and in the notes I will have a hit at Boethius -- No; I must not touch that topic, now that Sir Arthur is likely to have vexation enough besides -- but I\u2019ll annihilate Ossian, Macpherson, and Mac-Cribb.\u201d", "context": "Lovel was much entertained by a declaration not very consistent with the eagerness wherewith his friend seemed to catch at an opportunity of coming before the public, though in a manner which rather resembled stepping up behind a carriage than getting into one. The Antiquary was indeed uncommonly delighted; for, like many other men who spend their lives in obscure literary research, he had a secret ambition to appear in print, which was checked by cold fits of diffidence, fear of criticism, and habits of indolence and procrastination. \u201cBut,\u201d thought he, \u201cI may, like a second Teucer, discharge my shafts from behind the shield of my ally; and, admit that he should not prove to be a first-rate poet, I am in no shape answerable for his deficiencies, and the good notes may very probably help off an indifferent text. But he is -- he must be a good poet; he has the real Parnassian abstraction -- seldom answers a question till it is twice repeated -- drinks his tea scalding, and eats without knowing what he is putting into his mouth. This is the real aestus, the awen of the Welsh bards, the divinus afflatus that transports the poet beyond the limits of sublunary things. His visions, too, are very symptomatical of poetic fury -- I must recollect to send Caxon to see he puts out his candle to-night -- poets and visionaries are apt to be negligent in that respect.\u201d Then, turning to his companion, he expressed himself aloud in continuation -- \n\n\u201cYes, my dear Lovel, you shall have full notes; and, indeed, think we may introduce the whole of the Essay on Castrametation into the appendix -- it will give great value to the work. Then we will revive the good old forms so disgracefully neglected in modern times. You shall invoke the Muse -- and certainly she ought to be propitious to an author who, in an apostatizing age, adheres with the faith of Abdiel to the ancient form of adoration. -- Then we must have a vision -- in which the Genius of Caledonia shall appear to Galgacus, and show him a procession of the real Scottish monarchs: -- and in the notes I will have a hit at Boethius -- No; I must not touch that topic, now that Sir Arthur is likely to have vexation enough besides -- but I\u2019ll annihilate Ossian, Macpherson, and Mac-Cribb.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut we must consider the expense of publication,\u201d said Lovel, willing to try whether this hint would fall like cold water on the blazing zeal of his self-elected coadjutor.\n\n\u201cExpense!\u201d said Mr. Oldbuck, pausing, and mechanically fumbling in his pocket -- \u201cthat is true; -- I would wish to do something -- but you would not like to publish by subscription?\u201d\n\n\u201cBy no means,\u201d answered Lovel.\n\n\u201cNo, no!\u201d gladly acquiesced the Antiquary --"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut we must consider the expense of publication,", "context": "\u201cYes, my dear Lovel, you shall have full notes; and, indeed, think we may introduce the whole of the Essay on Castrametation into the appendix -- it will give great value to the work. Then we will revive the good old forms so disgracefully neglected in modern times. You shall invoke the Muse -- and certainly she ought to be propitious to an author who, in an apostatizing age, adheres with the faith of Abdiel to the ancient form of adoration. -- Then we must have a vision -- in which the Genius of Caledonia shall appear to Galgacus, and show him a procession of the real Scottish monarchs: -- and in the notes I will have a hit at Boethius -- No; I must not touch that topic, now that Sir Arthur is likely to have vexation enough besides -- but I\u2019ll annihilate Ossian, Macpherson, and Mac-Cribb.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut we must consider the expense of publication,\u201d said Lovel, willing to try whether this hint would fall like cold water on the blazing zeal of his self-elected coadjutor.\n\n\u201cExpense!\u201d said Mr. Oldbuck, pausing, and mechanically fumbling in his pocket -- \u201cthat is true; -- I would wish to do something -- but you would not like to publish by subscription?\u201d\n\n\u201cBy no means,\u201d answered Lovel.\n\n\u201cNo, no!\u201d gladly acquiesced the Antiquary -- \u201cit is not respectable. I\u2019ll tell you what: I believe I know a bookseller who has a value for my opinion, and will risk print and paper, and I will get as many copies sold for you as I can.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cthat is true; -- I would wish to do something -- but you would not like to publish by subscription?\u201d", "context": "\u201cYes, my dear Lovel, you shall have full notes; and, indeed, think we may introduce the whole of the Essay on Castrametation into the appendix -- it will give great value to the work. Then we will revive the good old forms so disgracefully neglected in modern times. You shall invoke the Muse -- and certainly she ought to be propitious to an author who, in an apostatizing age, adheres with the faith of Abdiel to the ancient form of adoration. -- Then we must have a vision -- in which the Genius of Caledonia shall appear to Galgacus, and show him a procession of the real Scottish monarchs: -- and in the notes I will have a hit at Boethius -- No; I must not touch that topic, now that Sir Arthur is likely to have vexation enough besides -- but I\u2019ll annihilate Ossian, Macpherson, and Mac-Cribb.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut we must consider the expense of publication,\u201d said Lovel, willing to try whether this hint would fall like cold water on the blazing zeal of his self-elected coadjutor.\n\n\u201cExpense!\u201d said Mr. Oldbuck, pausing, and mechanically fumbling in his pocket -- \u201cthat is true; -- I would wish to do something -- but you would not like to publish by subscription?\u201d\n\n\u201cBy no means,\u201d answered Lovel.\n\n\u201cNo, no!\u201d gladly acquiesced the Antiquary -- \u201cit is not respectable. I\u2019ll tell you what: I believe I know a bookseller who has a value for my opinion, and will risk print and paper, and I will get as many copies sold for you as I can.\u201d\n\n\u201cO, I am no mercenary author,\u201d answered Lovel, smiling; \u201cI only wish to be out of risk of loss.\u201d\n\n\u201cHush! hush! we\u2019ll take care of that -- throw it all on the publishers. I do long to see your labours commenced. You will choose blank verse, doubtless? -- it is more grand and magnificent for an historical subject; and, what concerneth you, my friend, it is, I have an idea, more easily written.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cBy no means,", "context": "\u201cYes, my dear Lovel, you shall have full notes; and, indeed, think we may introduce the whole of the Essay on Castrametation into the appendix -- it will give great value to the work. Then we will revive the good old forms so disgracefully neglected in modern times. You shall invoke the Muse -- and certainly she ought to be propitious to an author who, in an apostatizing age, adheres with the faith of Abdiel to the ancient form of adoration. -- Then we must have a vision -- in which the Genius of Caledonia shall appear to Galgacus, and show him a procession of the real Scottish monarchs: -- and in the notes I will have a hit at Boethius -- No; I must not touch that topic, now that Sir Arthur is likely to have vexation enough besides -- but I\u2019ll annihilate Ossian, Macpherson, and Mac-Cribb.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut we must consider the expense of publication,\u201d said Lovel, willing to try whether this hint would fall like cold water on the blazing zeal of his self-elected coadjutor.\n\n\u201cExpense!\u201d said Mr. Oldbuck, pausing, and mechanically fumbling in his pocket -- \u201cthat is true; -- I would wish to do something -- but you would not like to publish by subscription?\u201d\n\n\u201cBy no means,\u201d answered Lovel.\n\n\u201cNo, no!\u201d gladly acquiesced the Antiquary -- \u201cit is not respectable. I\u2019ll tell you what: I believe I know a bookseller who has a value for my opinion, and will risk print and paper, and I will get as many copies sold for you as I can.\u201d\n\n\u201cO, I am no mercenary author,\u201d answered Lovel, smiling; \u201cI only wish to be out of risk of loss.\u201d\n\n\u201cHush! hush! we\u2019ll take care of that -- throw it all on the publishers. I do long to see your labours commenced. You will choose blank verse, doubtless? -- it is more grand and magnificent for an historical subject; and, what concerneth you, my friend, it is, I have an idea, more easily written.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, no!", "context": "\u201cYes, my dear Lovel, you shall have full notes; and, indeed, think we may introduce the whole of the Essay on Castrametation into the appendix -- it will give great value to the work. Then we will revive the good old forms so disgracefully neglected in modern times. You shall invoke the Muse -- and certainly she ought to be propitious to an author who, in an apostatizing age, adheres with the faith of Abdiel to the ancient form of adoration. -- Then we must have a vision -- in which the Genius of Caledonia shall appear to Galgacus, and show him a procession of the real Scottish monarchs: -- and in the notes I will have a hit at Boethius -- No; I must not touch that topic, now that Sir Arthur is likely to have vexation enough besides -- but I\u2019ll annihilate Ossian, Macpherson, and Mac-Cribb.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut we must consider the expense of publication,\u201d said Lovel, willing to try whether this hint would fall like cold water on the blazing zeal of his self-elected coadjutor.\n\n\u201cExpense!\u201d said Mr. Oldbuck, pausing, and mechanically fumbling in his pocket -- \u201cthat is true; -- I would wish to do something -- but you would not like to publish by subscription?\u201d\n\n\u201cBy no means,\u201d answered Lovel.\n\n\u201cNo, no!\u201d gladly acquiesced the Antiquary -- \u201cit is not respectable. I\u2019ll tell you what: I believe I know a bookseller who has a value for my opinion, and will risk print and paper, and I will get as many copies sold for you as I can.\u201d\n\n\u201cO, I am no mercenary author,\u201d answered Lovel, smiling; \u201cI only wish to be out of risk of loss.\u201d\n\n\u201cHush! hush! we\u2019ll take care of that -- throw it all on the publishers. I do long to see your labours commenced. You will choose blank verse, doubtless? -- it is more grand and magnificent for an historical subject; and, what concerneth you, my friend, it is, I have an idea, more easily written.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cit is not respectable. I\u2019ll tell you what: I believe I know a bookseller who has a value for my opinion, and will risk print and paper, and I will get as many copies sold for you as I can.\u201d", "context": "\u201cBut we must consider the expense of publication,\u201d said Lovel, willing to try whether this hint would fall like cold water on the blazing zeal of his self-elected coadjutor.\n\n\u201cExpense!\u201d said Mr. Oldbuck, pausing, and mechanically fumbling in his pocket -- \u201cthat is true; -- I would wish to do something -- but you would not like to publish by subscription?\u201d\n\n\u201cBy no means,\u201d answered Lovel.\n\n\u201cNo, no!\u201d gladly acquiesced the Antiquary -- \u201cit is not respectable. I\u2019ll tell you what: I believe I know a bookseller who has a value for my opinion, and will risk print and paper, and I will get as many copies sold for you as I can.\u201d\n\n\u201cO, I am no mercenary author,\u201d answered Lovel, smiling; \u201cI only wish to be out of risk of loss.\u201d\n\n\u201cHush! hush! we\u2019ll take care of that -- throw it all on the publishers. I do long to see your labours commenced. You will choose blank verse, doubtless? -- it is more grand and magnificent for an historical subject; and, what concerneth you, my friend, it is, I have an idea, more easily written.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cO, I am no mercenary author,", "context": "\u201cExpense!\u201d said Mr. Oldbuck, pausing, and mechanically fumbling in his pocket -- \u201cthat is true; -- I would wish to do something -- but you would not like to publish by subscription?\u201d\n\n\u201cBy no means,\u201d answered Lovel.\n\n\u201cNo, no!\u201d gladly acquiesced the Antiquary -- \u201cit is not respectable. I\u2019ll tell you what: I believe I know a bookseller who has a value for my opinion, and will risk print and paper, and I will get as many copies sold for you as I can.\u201d\n\n\u201cO, I am no mercenary author,\u201d answered Lovel, smiling; \u201cI only wish to be out of risk of loss.\u201d\n\n\u201cHush! hush! we\u2019ll take care of that -- throw it all on the publishers. I do long to see your labours commenced. You will choose blank verse, doubtless? -- it is more grand and magnificent for an historical subject; and, what concerneth you, my friend, it is, I have an idea, more easily written.\u201d\n\nThis conversation brought them to Monkbarns, where the Antiquary had to undergo a chiding from his sister, who, though no philosopher, was waiting to deliver a lecture to him in the portico."}, {"quote": "\u201cI only wish to be out of risk of loss.\u201d", "context": "\u201cthat is true; -- I would wish to do something -- but you would not like to publish by subscription?\u201d\n\n\u201cBy no means,\u201d answered Lovel.\n\n\u201cNo, no!\u201d gladly acquiesced the Antiquary -- \u201cit is not respectable. I\u2019ll tell you what: I believe I know a bookseller who has a value for my opinion, and will risk print and paper, and I will get as many copies sold for you as I can.\u201d\n\n\u201cO, I am no mercenary author,\u201d answered Lovel, smiling; \u201cI only wish to be out of risk of loss.\u201d\n\n\u201cHush! hush! we\u2019ll take care of that -- throw it all on the publishers. I do long to see your labours commenced. You will choose blank verse, doubtless? -- it is more grand and magnificent for an historical subject; and, what concerneth you, my friend, it is, I have an idea, more easily written.\u201d\n\nThis conversation brought them to Monkbarns, where the Antiquary had to undergo a chiding from his sister, who, though no philosopher, was waiting to deliver a lecture to him in the portico."}, {"quote": "\u201cHush! hush! we\u2019ll take care of that -- throw it all on the publishers. I do long to see your labours commenced. You will choose blank verse, doubtless? -- it is more grand and magnificent for an historical subject; and, what concerneth you, my friend, it is, I have an idea, more easily written.\u201d", "context": "\u201cthat is true; -- I would wish to do something -- but you would not like to publish by subscription?\u201d\n\n\u201cBy no means,\u201d answered Lovel.\n\n\u201cNo, no!\u201d gladly acquiesced the Antiquary -- \u201cit is not respectable. I\u2019ll tell you what: I believe I know a bookseller who has a value for my opinion, and will risk print and paper, and I will get as many copies sold for you as I can.\u201d\n\n\u201cO, I am no mercenary author,\u201d answered Lovel, smiling; \u201cI only wish to be out of risk of loss.\u201d\n\n\u201cHush! hush! we\u2019ll take care of that -- throw it all on the publishers. I do long to see your labours commenced. You will choose blank verse, doubtless? -- it is more grand and magnificent for an historical subject; and, what concerneth you, my friend, it is, I have an idea, more easily written.\u201d\n\nThis conversation brought them to Monkbarns, where the Antiquary had to undergo a chiding from his sister, who, though no philosopher, was waiting to deliver a lecture to him in the portico. \u201cGuide us, Monkbarns! are things no dear eneugh already, but ye maun be raising the very fish on us, by giving that randy, Luckie Mucklebackit, just what she likes to ask?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, Grizel,\u201d said the sage, somewhat abashed at this unexpected attack,"}, {"quote": "\u201cGuide us, Monkbarns! are things no dear eneugh already, but ye maun be raising the very fish on us, by giving that randy, Luckie Mucklebackit, just what she likes to ask?\u201d", "context": "\u201cHush! hush! we\u2019ll take care of that -- throw it all on the publishers. I do long to see your labours commenced. You will choose blank verse, doubtless? -- it is more grand and magnificent for an historical subject; and, what concerneth you, my friend, it is, I have an idea, more easily written.\u201d\n\nThis conversation brought them to Monkbarns, where the Antiquary had to undergo a chiding from his sister, who, though no philosopher, was waiting to deliver a lecture to him in the portico. \u201cGuide us, Monkbarns! are things no dear eneugh already, but ye maun be raising the very fish on us, by giving that randy, Luckie Mucklebackit, just what she likes to ask?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, Grizel,\u201d said the sage, somewhat abashed at this unexpected attack, \u201cI thought I made a very fair bargain.\u201d\n\n\u201cA fair bargain! when ye gied the limmer a full half o\u2019 what she seekit! -- An ye will be a wife-carle, and buy fish at your ain hands, ye suld never bid muckle mair than a quarter. And the impudent quean had the assurance to come up and seek a dram -- But I trow, Jenny and I sorted her!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI thought I made a very fair bargain.\u201d", "context": "This conversation brought them to Monkbarns, where the Antiquary had to undergo a chiding from his sister, who, though no philosopher, was waiting to deliver a lecture to him in the portico. \u201cGuide us, Monkbarns! are things no dear eneugh already, but ye maun be raising the very fish on us, by giving that randy, Luckie Mucklebackit, just what she likes to ask?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, Grizel,\u201d said the sage, somewhat abashed at this unexpected attack, \u201cI thought I made a very fair bargain.\u201d\n\n\u201cA fair bargain! when ye gied the limmer a full half o\u2019 what she seekit! -- An ye will be a wife-carle, and buy fish at your ain hands, ye suld never bid muckle mair than a quarter. And the impudent quean had the assurance to come up and seek a dram -- But I trow, Jenny and I sorted her!\u201d\n\n\u201cTruly,\u201d said Oldbuck (with a sly look to his companion), \u201cI think our estate was gracious that kept us out of hearing of that controversy. -- Well, well, Grizel, I was wrong for once in my life ultra crepidam -- I fairly admit. But hang expenses! -- care killed a cat -- we\u2019ll eat the fish, cost what it will. -- And then, Lovel, you must know I pressed you to stay here to-day, the rather because our cheer will be better than usual, yesterday having been a gaude\u2019 day -- I love the reversion of a feast better than the feast itself. I delight in the analecta, the collectanea, as I may call them, of the preceding day\u2019s dinner, which appear on such occasions -- And see, there is Jenny going to ring the dinner-bell.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cA fair bargain! when ye gied the limmer a full half o\u2019 what she seekit! -- An ye will be a wife-carle, and buy fish at your ain hands, ye suld never bid muckle mair than a quarter. And the impudent quean had the assurance to come up and seek a dram -- But I trow, Jenny and I sorted her!\u201d", "context": "This conversation brought them to Monkbarns, where the Antiquary had to undergo a chiding from his sister, who, though no philosopher, was waiting to deliver a lecture to him in the portico. \u201cGuide us, Monkbarns! are things no dear eneugh already, but ye maun be raising the very fish on us, by giving that randy, Luckie Mucklebackit, just what she likes to ask?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, Grizel,\u201d said the sage, somewhat abashed at this unexpected attack, \u201cI thought I made a very fair bargain.\u201d\n\n\u201cA fair bargain! when ye gied the limmer a full half o\u2019 what she seekit! -- An ye will be a wife-carle, and buy fish at your ain hands, ye suld never bid muckle mair than a quarter. And the impudent quean had the assurance to come up and seek a dram -- But I trow, Jenny and I sorted her!\u201d\n\n\u201cTruly,\u201d said Oldbuck (with a sly look to his companion), \u201cI think our estate was gracious that kept us out of hearing of that controversy. -- Well, well, Grizel, I was wrong for once in my life ultra crepidam -- I fairly admit. But hang expenses! -- care killed a cat -- we\u2019ll eat the fish, cost what it will. -- And then, Lovel, you must know I pressed you to stay here to-day, the rather because our cheer will be better than usual, yesterday having been a gaude\u2019 day -- I love the reversion of a feast better than the feast itself. I delight in the analecta, the collectanea, as I may call them, of the preceding day\u2019s dinner, which appear on such occasions -- And see, there is Jenny going to ring the dinner-bell.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cTruly,", "context": "\u201cWhy, Grizel,\u201d said the sage, somewhat abashed at this unexpected attack, \u201cI thought I made a very fair bargain.\u201d\n\n\u201cA fair bargain! when ye gied the limmer a full half o\u2019 what she seekit! -- An ye will be a wife-carle, and buy fish at your ain hands, ye suld never bid muckle mair than a quarter. And the impudent quean had the assurance to come up and seek a dram -- But I trow, Jenny and I sorted her!\u201d\n\n\u201cTruly,\u201d said Oldbuck (with a sly look to his companion), \u201cI think our estate was gracious that kept us out of hearing of that controversy. -- Well, well, Grizel, I was wrong for once in my life ultra crepidam -- I fairly admit. But hang expenses! -- care killed a cat -- we\u2019ll eat the fish, cost what it will. -- And then, Lovel, you must know I pressed you to stay here to-day, the rather because our cheer will be better than usual, yesterday having been a gaude\u2019 day -- I love the reversion of a feast better than the feast itself. I delight in the analecta, the collectanea, as I may call them, of the preceding day\u2019s dinner, which appear on such occasions -- And see, there is Jenny going to ring the dinner-bell.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI think our estate was gracious that kept us out of hearing of that controversy. -- Well, well, Grizel, I was wrong for once in my life ultra crepidam -- I fairly admit. But hang expenses! -- care killed a cat -- we\u2019ll eat the fish, cost what it will. -- And then, Lovel, you must know I pressed you to stay here to-day, the rather because our cheer will be better than usual, yesterday having been a gaude\u2019 day -- I love the reversion of a feast better than the feast itself. I delight in the analecta, the collectanea, as I may call them, of the preceding day\u2019s dinner, which appear on such occasions -- And see, there is Jenny going to ring the dinner-bell.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI thought I made a very fair bargain.\u201d\n\n\u201cA fair bargain! when ye gied the limmer a full half o\u2019 what she seekit! -- An ye will be a wife-carle, and buy fish at your ain hands, ye suld never bid muckle mair than a quarter. And the impudent quean had the assurance to come up and seek a dram -- But I trow, Jenny and I sorted her!\u201d\n\n\u201cTruly,\u201d said Oldbuck (with a sly look to his companion), \u201cI think our estate was gracious that kept us out of hearing of that controversy. -- Well, well, Grizel, I was wrong for once in my life ultra crepidam -- I fairly admit. But hang expenses! -- care killed a cat -- we\u2019ll eat the fish, cost what it will. -- And then, Lovel, you must know I pressed you to stay here to-day, the rather because our cheer will be better than usual, yesterday having been a gaude\u2019 day -- I love the reversion of a feast better than the feast itself. I delight in the analecta, the collectanea, as I may call them, of the preceding day\u2019s dinner, which appear on such occasions -- And see, there is Jenny going to ring the dinner-bell.\u201d\n\nCHAPTER FIFTEENTH.\n\nBe this letter delivered with haste -- haste -- post-haste! Ride, villain, ride, -- for thy life -- for thy life -- for thy life. Ancient Indorsation of Letters of Importance.\n\nLeaving Mr. Oldbuck and his friend to enjoy their hard bargain of fish, we beg leave to transport the reader to the back-parlour of the post-master\u2019s house at Fairport, where his wife, he himself being absent, was employed in assorting for delivery the letters which had come by the Edinburgh post. This is very often in country towns the period of the day when gossips find it particularly agreeable to call on the man or woman of letters, in order, from the outside of the epistles, and, if they are not belied, occasionally from the inside also, to amuse themselves with gleaning information, or forming conjectures about the correspondence and affairs of their neighbours. Two females of this description were, at the time we mention, assisting, or impeding, Mrs. Mailsetter in her official duty."}, {"quote": "\"What do you mean by the words 'their attire'?", "context": "\"On Monday evening, sir,\" he said, \"about eight o'clock, his Excellency and the two secretaries were dining downstairs, and matters had, thus far, gone on with the same routine as was observed every preceding day. The workmen quitted work at six o'clock. The three gentlemen went out for a drive as soon as everything was locked up, and came in again at a quarter to eight. They did not change their clothes for dinner, so there was no occasion to search them, as no one had gone upstairs since they had descended soon after six. They had barely started dinner when some one called at the front door, and I was sent for. The door bell, I may explain, was always answered by one of the house servants, and he, if necessary, admitted any person who came, closing the door; but the visitor had to be examined by the policeman stationed in the passage before he was permitted to come any further. On this occasion I went out and found three gentlemen standing there. They were Turks, as could be easily seen by their attire, and appeared to be persons of some consequence.\"\n\n\"What do you mean by the words 'their attire'?\" interrupted Brett. \"Were they dressed in European clothes or in regular Turkish garments?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" said the inspector, \"I only meant that they wore fezzes; otherwise they were quite accurately dressed in frock coats and the rest, but they were unmistakably Turks by their appearance. Two of them could speak no English, and the third, who acted as the leader of the party, first of all addressed me in French. Finding I did not understand him, he used very broken, but fairly intelligible, English. What he wanted was to be taken at once to his Excellency, Mehemet Ali Pasha. I said that his Excellency was dining and that perhaps he had better call in the morning, but he replied that his business was very urgent, and he could not wait. He made me understand that if I sent in the cards of himself and his companions they would certainly be admitted at once. I did not see any harm in this, so I took the three cards and gave them to Hussein, who was crossing the hall at the moment.\""}, {"quote": "\"Were they dressed in European clothes or in regular Turkish garments?\"", "context": "\"On Monday evening, sir,\" he said, \"about eight o'clock, his Excellency and the two secretaries were dining downstairs, and matters had, thus far, gone on with the same routine as was observed every preceding day. The workmen quitted work at six o'clock. The three gentlemen went out for a drive as soon as everything was locked up, and came in again at a quarter to eight. They did not change their clothes for dinner, so there was no occasion to search them, as no one had gone upstairs since they had descended soon after six. They had barely started dinner when some one called at the front door, and I was sent for. The door bell, I may explain, was always answered by one of the house servants, and he, if necessary, admitted any person who came, closing the door; but the visitor had to be examined by the policeman stationed in the passage before he was permitted to come any further. On this occasion I went out and found three gentlemen standing there. They were Turks, as could be easily seen by their attire, and appeared to be persons of some consequence.\"\n\n\"What do you mean by the words 'their attire'?\" interrupted Brett. \"Were they dressed in European clothes or in regular Turkish garments?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" said the inspector, \"I only meant that they wore fezzes; otherwise they were quite accurately dressed in frock coats and the rest, but they were unmistakably Turks by their appearance. Two of them could speak no English, and the third, who acted as the leader of the party, first of all addressed me in French. Finding I did not understand him, he used very broken, but fairly intelligible, English. What he wanted was to be taken at once to his Excellency, Mehemet Ali Pasha. I said that his Excellency was dining and that perhaps he had better call in the morning, but he replied that his business was very urgent, and he could not wait. He made me understand that if I sent in the cards of himself and his companions they would certainly be admitted at once. I did not see any harm in this, so I took the three cards and gave them to Hussein, who was crossing the hall at the moment.\""}, {"quote": "\"I only meant that they wore fezzes; otherwise they were quite accurately dressed in frock coats and the rest, but they were unmistakably Turks by their appearance. Two of them could speak no English, and the third, who acted as the leader of the party, first of all addressed me in French. Finding I did not understand him, he used very broken, but fairly intelligible, English. What he wanted was to be taken at once to his Excellency, Mehemet Ali Pasha. I said that his Excellency was dining and that perhaps he had better call in the morning, but he replied that his business was very urgent, and he could not wait. He made me understand that if I sent in the cards of himself and his companions they would certainly be admitted at once. I did not see any harm in this, so I took the three cards and gave them to Hussein, who was crossing the hall at the moment.\"", "context": "\"On Monday evening, sir,\" he said, \"about eight o'clock, his Excellency and the two secretaries were dining downstairs, and matters had, thus far, gone on with the same routine as was observed every preceding day. The workmen quitted work at six o'clock. The three gentlemen went out for a drive as soon as everything was locked up, and came in again at a quarter to eight. They did not change their clothes for dinner, so there was no occasion to search them, as no one had gone upstairs since they had descended soon after six. They had barely started dinner when some one called at the front door, and I was sent for. The door bell, I may explain, was always answered by one of the house servants, and he, if necessary, admitted any person who came, closing the door; but the visitor had to be examined by the policeman stationed in the passage before he was permitted to come any further. On this occasion I went out and found three gentlemen standing there. They were Turks, as could be easily seen by their attire, and appeared to be persons of some consequence.\"\n\n\"What do you mean by the words 'their attire'?\" interrupted Brett. \"Were they dressed in European clothes or in regular Turkish garments?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" said the inspector, \"I only meant that they wore fezzes; otherwise they were quite accurately dressed in frock coats and the rest, but they were unmistakably Turks by their appearance. Two of them could speak no English, and the third, who acted as the leader of the party, first of all addressed me in French. Finding I did not understand him, he used very broken, but fairly intelligible, English. What he wanted was to be taken at once to his Excellency, Mehemet Ali Pasha. I said that his Excellency was dining and that perhaps he had better call in the morning, but he replied that his business was very urgent, and he could not wait. He made me understand that if I sent in the cards of himself and his companions they would certainly be admitted at once. I did not see any harm in this, so I took the three cards and gave them to Hussein, who was crossing the hall at the moment.\"\n\n\"As the cards were printed in Turkish characters you could not, of course, tell what the names were,\" said Brett.\n\nA look of blank astonishment crossed the inspector's face as he replied: \"That is a good guess, but it is so. The hieroglyphics on the piece of pasteboard were worse than Greek. However, Hussein glanced at them. He appeared to be surprised; he went into the dining-room, returning with the message that the gentlemen were to be admitted. Of course I had nothing else to do but to let them in, which I did, accompanying them myself to the door of the dining-room, and making sure, before the door was closed, that their presence was expected.\""}, {"quote": "\"As the cards were printed in Turkish characters you could not, of course, tell what the names were,", "context": "\"I only meant that they wore fezzes; otherwise they were quite accurately dressed in frock coats and the rest, but they were unmistakably Turks by their appearance. Two of them could speak no English, and the third, who acted as the leader of the party, first of all addressed me in French. Finding I did not understand him, he used very broken, but fairly intelligible, English. What he wanted was to be taken at once to his Excellency, Mehemet Ali Pasha. I said that his Excellency was dining and that perhaps he had better call in the morning, but he replied that his business was very urgent, and he could not wait. He made me understand that if I sent in the cards of himself and his companions they would certainly be admitted at once. I did not see any harm in this, so I took the three cards and gave them to Hussein, who was crossing the hall at the moment.\"\n\n\"As the cards were printed in Turkish characters you could not, of course, tell what the names were,\" said Brett.\n\nA look of blank astonishment crossed the inspector's face as he replied: \"That is a good guess, but it is so. The hieroglyphics on the piece of pasteboard were worse than Greek. However, Hussein glanced at them. He appeared to be surprised; he went into the dining-room, returning with the message that the gentlemen were to be admitted. Of course I had nothing else to do but to let them in, which I did, accompanying them myself to the door of the dining-room, and making sure, before the door was closed, that their presence was expected.\""}, {"quote": "\"That is a good guess, but it is so. The hieroglyphics on the piece of pasteboard were worse than Greek. However, Hussein glanced at them. He appeared to be surprised; he went into the dining-room, returning with the message that the gentlemen were to be admitted. Of course I had nothing else to do but to let them in, which I did, accompanying them myself to the door of the dining-room, and making sure, before the door was closed, that their presence was expected.\"", "context": "\"I only meant that they wore fezzes; otherwise they were quite accurately dressed in frock coats and the rest, but they were unmistakably Turks by their appearance. Two of them could speak no English, and the third, who acted as the leader of the party, first of all addressed me in French. Finding I did not understand him, he used very broken, but fairly intelligible, English. What he wanted was to be taken at once to his Excellency, Mehemet Ali Pasha. I said that his Excellency was dining and that perhaps he had better call in the morning, but he replied that his business was very urgent, and he could not wait. He made me understand that if I sent in the cards of himself and his companions they would certainly be admitted at once. I did not see any harm in this, so I took the three cards and gave them to Hussein, who was crossing the hall at the moment.\"\n\n\"As the cards were printed in Turkish characters you could not, of course, tell what the names were,\" said Brett.\n\nA look of blank astonishment crossed the inspector's face as he replied: \"That is a good guess, but it is so. The hieroglyphics on the piece of pasteboard were worse than Greek. However, Hussein glanced at them. He appeared to be surprised; he went into the dining-room, returning with the message that the gentlemen were to be admitted. Of course I had nothing else to do but to let them in, which I did, accompanying them myself to the door of the dining-room, and making sure, before the door was closed, that their presence was expected.\"\n\n\"How did you do that?\" said Brett.\n\n\"Well, although they spoke in what I suppose was Turkish, it is not very difficult to distinguish by a man's tones whether his reception of unexpected visitors is cordial or not, and there could be no doubt that the visiting cards had conveyed such names to his Excellency as warranted the introduction of the party into the house. The six gentlemen remained in the dining-room until 9.17 (I have the time noted here in my pocket-book). They then came out and went upstairs in a body to the ante-room, where they all sat down, as I could tell by the movement of chairs overhead, and in a few minutes Hussein was rung for to bring cigarettes and coffee. This was at 9.21. Hussein was searched as he came downstairs after receiving the order, and again at 9.30 when he returned after executing it. I was relieved at ten o'clock, and beyond describing the three gentlemen, I know nothing more about the business.\""}, {"quote": "\"How did you do that?", "context": "\"That is a good guess, but it is so. The hieroglyphics on the piece of pasteboard were worse than Greek. However, Hussein glanced at them. He appeared to be surprised; he went into the dining-room, returning with the message that the gentlemen were to be admitted. Of course I had nothing else to do but to let them in, which I did, accompanying them myself to the door of the dining-room, and making sure, before the door was closed, that their presence was expected.\"\n\n\"How did you do that?\" said Brett.\n\n\"Well, although they spoke in what I suppose was Turkish, it is not very difficult to distinguish by a man's tones whether his reception of unexpected visitors is cordial or not, and there could be no doubt that the visiting cards had conveyed such names to his Excellency as warranted the introduction of the party into the house. The six gentlemen remained in the dining-room until 9.17 (I have the time noted here in my pocket-book). They then came out and went upstairs in a body to the ante-room, where they all sat down, as I could tell by the movement of chairs overhead, and in a few minutes Hussein was rung for to bring cigarettes and coffee. This was at 9.21. Hussein was searched as he came downstairs after receiving the order, and again at 9.30 when he returned after executing it. I was relieved at ten o'clock, and beyond describing the three gentlemen, I know nothing more about the business.\""}, {"quote": "\"They were well dressed?", "context": "\"Well, although they spoke in what I suppose was Turkish, it is not very difficult to distinguish by a man's tones whether his reception of unexpected visitors is cordial or not, and there could be no doubt that the visiting cards had conveyed such names to his Excellency as warranted the introduction of the party into the house. The six gentlemen remained in the dining-room until 9.17 (I have the time noted here in my pocket-book). They then came out and went upstairs in a body to the ante-room, where they all sat down, as I could tell by the movement of chairs overhead, and in a few minutes Hussein was rung for to bring cigarettes and coffee. This was at 9.21. Hussein was searched as he came downstairs after receiving the order, and again at 9.30 when he returned after executing it. I was relieved at ten o'clock, and beyond describing the three gentlemen, I know nothing more about the business.\"\n\n\"They were well dressed?\" inquired Brett; \"they impressed you as Turkish gentlemen by their features, and they wore fezzes?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said the policeman, with a smile; \"but there was a little more than that.\"\n\n\"It is of no importance,\" said Brett.\n\n\"But really it must be,\" urged the inspector. \"One of them, the man who spoke to me, had a bad sword-cut across his right cheek, whilst another squinted horribly; besides, they were all elderly men.\"\n\n\"Pardon me, inspector"}, {"quote": "\"they impressed you as Turkish gentlemen by their features, and they wore fezzes?\"", "context": "\"Well, although they spoke in what I suppose was Turkish, it is not very difficult to distinguish by a man's tones whether his reception of unexpected visitors is cordial or not, and there could be no doubt that the visiting cards had conveyed such names to his Excellency as warranted the introduction of the party into the house. The six gentlemen remained in the dining-room until 9.17 (I have the time noted here in my pocket-book). They then came out and went upstairs in a body to the ante-room, where they all sat down, as I could tell by the movement of chairs overhead, and in a few minutes Hussein was rung for to bring cigarettes and coffee. This was at 9.21. Hussein was searched as he came downstairs after receiving the order, and again at 9.30 when he returned after executing it. I was relieved at ten o'clock, and beyond describing the three gentlemen, I know nothing more about the business.\"\n\n\"They were well dressed?\" inquired Brett; \"they impressed you as Turkish gentlemen by their features, and they wore fezzes?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said the policeman, with a smile; \"but there was a little more than that.\"\n\n\"It is of no importance,\" said Brett.\n\n\"But really it must be,\" urged the inspector. \"One of them, the man who spoke to me, had a bad sword-cut across his right cheek, whilst another squinted horribly; besides, they were all elderly men.\"\n\n\"Pardon me, inspector,\" said Brett, \"but you admit, no doubt, that this is a very remarkable crime I am investigating.\""}, {"quote": "\"but there was a little more than that.\"", "context": "\"Well, although they spoke in what I suppose was Turkish, it is not very difficult to distinguish by a man's tones whether his reception of unexpected visitors is cordial or not, and there could be no doubt that the visiting cards had conveyed such names to his Excellency as warranted the introduction of the party into the house. The six gentlemen remained in the dining-room until 9.17 (I have the time noted here in my pocket-book). They then came out and went upstairs in a body to the ante-room, where they all sat down, as I could tell by the movement of chairs overhead, and in a few minutes Hussein was rung for to bring cigarettes and coffee. This was at 9.21. Hussein was searched as he came downstairs after receiving the order, and again at 9.30 when he returned after executing it. I was relieved at ten o'clock, and beyond describing the three gentlemen, I know nothing more about the business.\"\n\n\"They were well dressed?\" inquired Brett; \"they impressed you as Turkish gentlemen by their features, and they wore fezzes?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said the policeman, with a smile; \"but there was a little more than that.\"\n\n\"It is of no importance,\" said Brett.\n\n\"But really it must be,\" urged the inspector. \"One of them, the man who spoke to me, had a bad sword-cut across his right cheek, whilst another squinted horribly; besides, they were all elderly men.\"\n\n\"Pardon me, inspector,\" said Brett, \"but you admit, no doubt, that this is a very remarkable crime I am investigating.\"\n\n\"I should just think it is, sir,\" was the answer.\n\n\"Well, now, does it not strike you that the perpetrators thereof, who were not afraid to be scrutinized by yourself and by several other policemen, and to be searched and further scrutinized by a different set of officers when they came out again, would be very unlikely persons to bear about them such distinguishing characteristics as would lead to their arrest by the first youthful police-constable who encountered them? I do not want to be rude, or to indicate any lack of discretion on your part, but, from my point of view, I would vastly prefer not to be furnished with any description of these three persons, nor would I care to have seen them as they entered or left the house.\""}, {"quote": "\"It is of no importance,", "context": "\"Well, although they spoke in what I suppose was Turkish, it is not very difficult to distinguish by a man's tones whether his reception of unexpected visitors is cordial or not, and there could be no doubt that the visiting cards had conveyed such names to his Excellency as warranted the introduction of the party into the house. The six gentlemen remained in the dining-room until 9.17 (I have the time noted here in my pocket-book). They then came out and went upstairs in a body to the ante-room, where they all sat down, as I could tell by the movement of chairs overhead, and in a few minutes Hussein was rung for to bring cigarettes and coffee. This was at 9.21. Hussein was searched as he came downstairs after receiving the order, and again at 9.30 when he returned after executing it. I was relieved at ten o'clock, and beyond describing the three gentlemen, I know nothing more about the business.\"\n\n\"They were well dressed?\" inquired Brett; \"they impressed you as Turkish gentlemen by their features, and they wore fezzes?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said the policeman, with a smile; \"but there was a little more than that.\"\n\n\"It is of no importance,\" said Brett.\n\n\"But really it must be,\" urged the inspector. \"One of them, the man who spoke to me, had a bad sword-cut across his right cheek, whilst another squinted horribly; besides, they were all elderly men.\"\n\n\"Pardon me, inspector,\" said Brett, \"but you admit, no doubt, that this is a very remarkable crime I am investigating.\"\n\n\"I should just think it is, sir,\" was the answer.\n\n\"Well, now, does it not strike you that the perpetrators thereof, who were not afraid to be scrutinized by yourself and by several other policemen, and to be searched and further scrutinized by a different set of officers when they came out again, would be very unlikely persons to bear about them such distinguishing characteristics as would lead to their arrest by the first youthful police-constable who encountered them? I do not want to be rude, or to indicate any lack of discretion on your part, but, from my point of view, I would vastly prefer not to be furnished with any description of these three persons, nor would I care to have seen them as they entered or left the house.\""}, {"quote": "\"But really it must be,", "context": "\"Well, although they spoke in what I suppose was Turkish, it is not very difficult to distinguish by a man's tones whether his reception of unexpected visitors is cordial or not, and there could be no doubt that the visiting cards had conveyed such names to his Excellency as warranted the introduction of the party into the house. The six gentlemen remained in the dining-room until 9.17 (I have the time noted here in my pocket-book). They then came out and went upstairs in a body to the ante-room, where they all sat down, as I could tell by the movement of chairs overhead, and in a few minutes Hussein was rung for to bring cigarettes and coffee. This was at 9.21. Hussein was searched as he came downstairs after receiving the order, and again at 9.30 when he returned after executing it. I was relieved at ten o'clock, and beyond describing the three gentlemen, I know nothing more about the business.\"\n\n\"They were well dressed?\" inquired Brett; \"they impressed you as Turkish gentlemen by their features, and they wore fezzes?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said the policeman, with a smile; \"but there was a little more than that.\"\n\n\"It is of no importance,\" said Brett.\n\n\"But really it must be,\" urged the inspector. \"One of them, the man who spoke to me, had a bad sword-cut across his right cheek, whilst another squinted horribly; besides, they were all elderly men.\"\n\n\"Pardon me, inspector,\" said Brett, \"but you admit, no doubt, that this is a very remarkable crime I am investigating.\"\n\n\"I should just think it is, sir,\" was the answer.\n\n\"Well, now, does it not strike you that the perpetrators thereof, who were not afraid to be scrutinized by yourself and by several other policemen, and to be searched and further scrutinized by a different set of officers when they came out again, would be very unlikely persons to bear about them such distinguishing characteristics as would lead to their arrest by the first youthful police-constable who encountered them? I do not want to be rude, or to indicate any lack of discretion on your part, but, from my point of view, I would vastly prefer not to be furnished with any description of these three persons, nor would I care to have seen them as they entered or left the house.\""}, {"quote": "\"One of them, the man who spoke to me, had a bad sword-cut across his right cheek, whilst another squinted horribly; besides, they were all elderly men.\"", "context": "\"Well, although they spoke in what I suppose was Turkish, it is not very difficult to distinguish by a man's tones whether his reception of unexpected visitors is cordial or not, and there could be no doubt that the visiting cards had conveyed such names to his Excellency as warranted the introduction of the party into the house. The six gentlemen remained in the dining-room until 9.17 (I have the time noted here in my pocket-book). They then came out and went upstairs in a body to the ante-room, where they all sat down, as I could tell by the movement of chairs overhead, and in a few minutes Hussein was rung for to bring cigarettes and coffee. This was at 9.21. Hussein was searched as he came downstairs after receiving the order, and again at 9.30 when he returned after executing it. I was relieved at ten o'clock, and beyond describing the three gentlemen, I know nothing more about the business.\"\n\n\"They were well dressed?\" inquired Brett; \"they impressed you as Turkish gentlemen by their features, and they wore fezzes?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said the policeman, with a smile; \"but there was a little more than that.\"\n\n\"It is of no importance,\" said Brett.\n\n\"But really it must be,\" urged the inspector. \"One of them, the man who spoke to me, had a bad sword-cut across his right cheek, whilst another squinted horribly; besides, they were all elderly men.\"\n\n\"Pardon me, inspector,\" said Brett, \"but you admit, no doubt, that this is a very remarkable crime I am investigating.\"\n\n\"I should just think it is, sir,\" was the answer.\n\n\"Well, now, does it not strike you that the perpetrators thereof, who were not afraid to be scrutinized by yourself and by several other policemen, and to be searched and further scrutinized by a different set of officers when they came out again, would be very unlikely persons to bear about them such distinguishing characteristics as would lead to their arrest by the first youthful police-constable who encountered them? I do not want to be rude, or to indicate any lack of discretion on your part, but, from my point of view, I would vastly prefer not to be furnished with any description of these three persons, nor would I care to have seen them as they entered or left the house.\""}, {"quote": "\"Pardon me, inspector,", "context": "\"They were well dressed?\" inquired Brett; \"they impressed you as Turkish gentlemen by their features, and they wore fezzes?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said the policeman, with a smile; \"but there was a little more than that.\"\n\n\"It is of no importance,\" said Brett.\n\n\"But really it must be,\" urged the inspector. \"One of them, the man who spoke to me, had a bad sword-cut across his right cheek, whilst another squinted horribly; besides, they were all elderly men.\"\n\n\"Pardon me, inspector,\" said Brett, \"but you admit, no doubt, that this is a very remarkable crime I am investigating.\"\n\n\"I should just think it is, sir,\" was the answer.\n\n\"Well, now, does it not strike you that the perpetrators thereof, who were not afraid to be scrutinized by yourself and by several other policemen, and to be searched and further scrutinized by a different set of officers when they came out again, would be very unlikely persons to bear about them such distinguishing characteristics as would lead to their arrest by the first youthful police-constable who encountered them? I do not want to be rude, or to indicate any lack of discretion on your part, but, from my point of view, I would vastly prefer not to be furnished with any description of these three persons, nor would I care to have seen them as they entered or left the house.\""}, {"quote": "\"but you admit, no doubt, that this is a very remarkable crime I am investigating.\"", "context": "\"they impressed you as Turkish gentlemen by their features, and they wore fezzes?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said the policeman, with a smile; \"but there was a little more than that.\"\n\n\"It is of no importance,\" said Brett.\n\n\"But really it must be,\" urged the inspector. \"One of them, the man who spoke to me, had a bad sword-cut across his right cheek, whilst another squinted horribly; besides, they were all elderly men.\"\n\n\"Pardon me, inspector,\" said Brett, \"but you admit, no doubt, that this is a very remarkable crime I am investigating.\"\n\n\"I should just think it is, sir,\" was the answer.\n\n\"Well, now, does it not strike you that the perpetrators thereof, who were not afraid to be scrutinized by yourself and by several other policemen, and to be searched and further scrutinized by a different set of officers when they came out again, would be very unlikely persons to bear about them such distinguishing characteristics as would lead to their arrest by the first youthful police-constable who encountered them? I do not want to be rude, or to indicate any lack of discretion on your part, but, from my point of view, I would vastly prefer not to be furnished with any description of these three persons, nor would I care to have seen them as they entered or left the house.\""}, {"quote": "\"I should just think it is, sir,", "context": "\"Yes,\" said the policeman, with a smile; \"but there was a little more than that.\"\n\n\"It is of no importance,\" said Brett.\n\n\"But really it must be,\" urged the inspector. \"One of them, the man who spoke to me, had a bad sword-cut across his right cheek, whilst another squinted horribly; besides, they were all elderly men.\"\n\n\"Pardon me, inspector,\" said Brett, \"but you admit, no doubt, that this is a very remarkable crime I am investigating.\"\n\n\"I should just think it is, sir,\" was the answer.\n\n\"Well, now, does it not strike you that the perpetrators thereof, who were not afraid to be scrutinized by yourself and by several other policemen, and to be searched and further scrutinized by a different set of officers when they came out again, would be very unlikely persons to bear about them such distinguishing characteristics as would lead to their arrest by the first youthful police-constable who encountered them? I do not want to be rude, or to indicate any lack of discretion on your part, but, from my point of view, I would vastly prefer not to be furnished with any description of these three persons, nor would I care to have seen them as they entered or left the house.\""}, {"quote": "\"Well, now, does it not strike you that the perpetrators thereof, who were not afraid to be scrutinized by yourself and by several other policemen, and to be searched and further scrutinized by a different set of officers when they came out again, would be very unlikely persons to bear about them such distinguishing characteristics as would lead to their arrest by the first youthful police-constable who encountered them? I do not want to be rude, or to indicate any lack of discretion on your part, but, from my point of view, I would vastly prefer not to be furnished with any description of these three persons, nor would I care to have seen them as they entered or left the house.\"", "context": "\"but there was a little more than that.\"\n\n\"It is of no importance,\" said Brett.\n\n\"But really it must be,\" urged the inspector. \"One of them, the man who spoke to me, had a bad sword-cut across his right cheek, whilst another squinted horribly; besides, they were all elderly men.\"\n\n\"Pardon me, inspector,\" said Brett, \"but you admit, no doubt, that this is a very remarkable crime I am investigating.\"\n\n\"I should just think it is, sir,\" was the answer.\n\n\"Well, now, does it not strike you that the perpetrators thereof, who were not afraid to be scrutinized by yourself and by several other policemen, and to be searched and further scrutinized by a different set of officers when they came out again, would be very unlikely persons to bear about them such distinguishing characteristics as would lead to their arrest by the first youthful police-constable who encountered them? I do not want to be rude, or to indicate any lack of discretion on your part, but, from my point of view, I would vastly prefer not to be furnished with any description of these three persons, nor would I care to have seen them as they entered or left the house.\"\n\n\"Well, that is very curious,\" said Inspector Walters, dropping his hands on his knees in sheer amazement at such an extraordinary statement from a man whose clearness and accuracy of perception had been so fully justified by the incident of the window-blind.\n\n\"And now, Mr. Sharpe,\" said Brett, turning to the other officer, \"what did you observe?\"\n\n\"I came on duty at ten o'clock, sir; posted my guards, and received from Inspector Walters an exact account of what had taken place before my arrival. Inspector Walters had hardly quitted the house, when one of the junior members of the mission came downstairs with a note which he asked me to send at once by a constable to Mr. Talbot.\""}, {"quote": "\"Well, that is very curious,", "context": "\"Well, now, does it not strike you that the perpetrators thereof, who were not afraid to be scrutinized by yourself and by several other policemen, and to be searched and further scrutinized by a different set of officers when they came out again, would be very unlikely persons to bear about them such distinguishing characteristics as would lead to their arrest by the first youthful police-constable who encountered them? I do not want to be rude, or to indicate any lack of discretion on your part, but, from my point of view, I would vastly prefer not to be furnished with any description of these three persons, nor would I care to have seen them as they entered or left the house.\"\n\n\"Well, that is very curious,\" said Inspector Walters, dropping his hands on his knees in sheer amazement at such an extraordinary statement from a man whose clearness and accuracy of perception had been so fully justified by the incident of the window-blind.\n\n\"And now, Mr. Sharpe,\" said Brett, turning to the other officer, \"what did you observe?\"\n\n\"I came on duty at ten o'clock, sir; posted my guards, and received from Inspector Walters an exact account of what had taken place before my arrival. Inspector Walters had hardly quitted the house, when one of the junior members of the mission came downstairs with a note which he asked me to send at once by a constable to Mr. Talbot.\""}, {"quote": "\"And now, Mr. Sharpe,", "context": "\"Well, now, does it not strike you that the perpetrators thereof, who were not afraid to be scrutinized by yourself and by several other policemen, and to be searched and further scrutinized by a different set of officers when they came out again, would be very unlikely persons to bear about them such distinguishing characteristics as would lead to their arrest by the first youthful police-constable who encountered them? I do not want to be rude, or to indicate any lack of discretion on your part, but, from my point of view, I would vastly prefer not to be furnished with any description of these three persons, nor would I care to have seen them as they entered or left the house.\"\n\n\"Well, that is very curious,\" said Inspector Walters, dropping his hands on his knees in sheer amazement at such an extraordinary statement from a man whose clearness and accuracy of perception had been so fully justified by the incident of the window-blind.\n\n\"And now, Mr. Sharpe,\" said Brett, turning to the other officer, \"what did you observe?\"\n\n\"I came on duty at ten o'clock, sir; posted my guards, and received from Inspector Walters an exact account of what had taken place before my arrival. Inspector Walters had hardly quitted the house, when one of the junior members of the mission came downstairs with a note which he asked me to send at once by a constable to Mr. Talbot.\"\n\n\"You are quite sure he was one of the members of the mission"}, {"quote": "\"what did you observe?\"", "context": "\"Well, now, does it not strike you that the perpetrators thereof, who were not afraid to be scrutinized by yourself and by several other policemen, and to be searched and further scrutinized by a different set of officers when they came out again, would be very unlikely persons to bear about them such distinguishing characteristics as would lead to their arrest by the first youthful police-constable who encountered them? I do not want to be rude, or to indicate any lack of discretion on your part, but, from my point of view, I would vastly prefer not to be furnished with any description of these three persons, nor would I care to have seen them as they entered or left the house.\"\n\n\"Well, that is very curious,\" said Inspector Walters, dropping his hands on his knees in sheer amazement at such an extraordinary statement from a man whose clearness and accuracy of perception had been so fully justified by the incident of the window-blind.\n\n\"And now, Mr. Sharpe,\" said Brett, turning to the other officer, \"what did you observe?\"\n\n\"I came on duty at ten o'clock, sir; posted my guards, and received from Inspector Walters an exact account of what had taken place before my arrival. Inspector Walters had hardly quitted the house, when one of the junior members of the mission came downstairs with a note which he asked me to send at once by a constable to Mr. Talbot.\"\n\n\"You are quite sure he was one of the members of the mission?\" said Brett.\n\n\"Perfectly certain. I have seen him every previous night for nearly a month, as the gentleman often went out late to the Turkish Embassy, and elsewhere. I sent the note, as requested, and Mr. Talbot came back with the constable in about twenty minutes. Mr. Talbot went upstairs accompanied by Hussein; Hussein came down, was searched, went down to the kitchen, brought up more coffee, and never appeared again. The next time I saw him was about noon yesterday, when we broke open the door, and found his dead body. At 11.25, Mr. Talbot, accompanied by the one whom Inspector Walters has described as the spokesman of the strangers, came down the stairs. Mr. Talbot looked somewhat puzzled, but not specially worried, and submitted himself to the searching operation as usual. The other man seemed to be surprised by this proceeding, but offered no objection when his turn came, and said something laughingly in French to Mr. Talbot, when he had to take his boots off. The two gentlemen went outside and called a cab. Mr. Talbot got in, and the constable at the door heard the foreigner tell the driver to go to the Carlton Hotel. He repeated the address twice, so as to make sure the man would make no mistake."}, {"quote": "\"I came on duty at ten o'clock, sir; posted my guards, and received from Inspector Walters an exact account of what had taken place before my arrival. Inspector Walters had hardly quitted the house, when one of the junior members of the mission came downstairs with a note which he asked me to send at once by a constable to Mr. Talbot.\"", "context": "\"Well, now, does it not strike you that the perpetrators thereof, who were not afraid to be scrutinized by yourself and by several other policemen, and to be searched and further scrutinized by a different set of officers when they came out again, would be very unlikely persons to bear about them such distinguishing characteristics as would lead to their arrest by the first youthful police-constable who encountered them? I do not want to be rude, or to indicate any lack of discretion on your part, but, from my point of view, I would vastly prefer not to be furnished with any description of these three persons, nor would I care to have seen them as they entered or left the house.\"\n\n\"Well, that is very curious,\" said Inspector Walters, dropping his hands on his knees in sheer amazement at such an extraordinary statement from a man whose clearness and accuracy of perception had been so fully justified by the incident of the window-blind.\n\n\"And now, Mr. Sharpe,\" said Brett, turning to the other officer, \"what did you observe?\"\n\n\"I came on duty at ten o'clock, sir; posted my guards, and received from Inspector Walters an exact account of what had taken place before my arrival. Inspector Walters had hardly quitted the house, when one of the junior members of the mission came downstairs with a note which he asked me to send at once by a constable to Mr. Talbot.\"\n\n\"You are quite sure he was one of the members of the mission?\" said Brett.\n\n\"Perfectly certain. I have seen him every previous night for nearly a month, as the gentleman often went out late to the Turkish Embassy, and elsewhere. I sent the note, as requested, and Mr. Talbot came back with the constable in about twenty minutes. Mr. Talbot went upstairs accompanied by Hussein; Hussein came down, was searched, went down to the kitchen, brought up more coffee, and never appeared again. The next time I saw him was about noon yesterday, when we broke open the door, and found his dead body. At 11.25, Mr. Talbot, accompanied by the one whom Inspector Walters has described as the spokesman of the strangers, came down the stairs. Mr. Talbot looked somewhat puzzled, but not specially worried, and submitted himself to the searching operation as usual. The other man seemed to be surprised by this proceeding, but offered no objection when his turn came, and said something laughingly in French to Mr. Talbot, when he had to take his boots off. The two gentlemen went outside and called a cab. Mr. Talbot got in, and the constable at the door heard the foreigner tell the driver to go to the Carlton Hotel. He repeated the address twice, so as to make sure the man would make no mistake."}, {"quote": "\"You are quite sure he was one of the members of the mission?", "context": "\" said Inspector Walters, dropping his hands on his knees in sheer amazement at such an extraordinary statement from a man whose clearness and accuracy of perception had been so fully justified by the incident of the window-blind.\n\n\"And now, Mr. Sharpe,\" said Brett, turning to the other officer, \"what did you observe?\"\n\n\"I came on duty at ten o'clock, sir; posted my guards, and received from Inspector Walters an exact account of what had taken place before my arrival. Inspector Walters had hardly quitted the house, when one of the junior members of the mission came downstairs with a note which he asked me to send at once by a constable to Mr. Talbot.\"\n\n\"You are quite sure he was one of the members of the mission?\" said Brett.\n\n\"Perfectly certain. I have seen him every previous night for nearly a month, as the gentleman often went out late to the Turkish Embassy, and elsewhere. I sent the note, as requested, and Mr. Talbot came back with the constable in about twenty minutes. Mr. Talbot went upstairs accompanied by Hussein; Hussein came down, was searched, went down to the kitchen, brought up more coffee, and never appeared again. The next time I saw him was about noon yesterday, when we broke open the door, and found his dead body. At 11.25, Mr. Talbot, accompanied by the one whom Inspector Walters has described as the spokesman of the strangers, came down the stairs. Mr. Talbot looked somewhat puzzled, but not specially worried, and submitted himself to the searching operation as usual. The other man seemed to be surprised by this proceeding, but offered no objection when his turn came, and said something laughingly in French to Mr. Talbot, when he had to take his boots off. The two gentlemen went outside and called a cab. Mr. Talbot got in, and the constable at the door heard the foreigner tell the driver to go to the Carlton Hotel. He repeated the address twice, so as to make sure the man would make no mistake."}, {"quote": "\"How many of these men were there?", "context": "\"I took it that this was their residence, so I instructed a constable to see them into a cab and tell the driver where to take them. I also showed them how much money to give the cabman. None of the gentlemen upstairs put in an appearance, nor did I hear them retire to rest. To make quite sure that all was right, I and a sergeant who looked in a little later, went upstairs and tried the door of the ante-room. This was locked and everything was quiet within, so we returned to the hall, and the night was passed in the usual manner. Hussein always made his appearance about eight o'clock in the morning, when he came down to procure coffee for his Excellency and the others. As he did not show up I wondered what had become of him. When nine o'clock came, I determined to investigate matters. By that time the diamond cutters had put in an appearance, and were gathered in the hall, undergoing a slight search preparatory to their day's work.\"\n\n\"How many of these men were there?\" broke in Brett.\n\n\"Fourteen exactly. They were mostly Dutchmen, with, I think three Belgians. Taking a constable with me, I went upstairs, and ascended to the second storey, where I knew his Excellency's suite was situated, and where I expected to find Hussein asleep on a mat in front of the bedroom door. The mat was there, but no Hussein. Then I went higher up to the rooms occupied by the two assistants. I knocked, but received no answer. One door was locked; the other was open, so I went in, but the room was empty, and the bed had not been slept upon. This seemed so strange that I knocked loudly at the other door, with no result. I returned to his Excellency's floor and hammered at the door, which was locked, sufficiently to wake the soundest sleeper that ever lived. This again was useless, so I returned downstairs and sent off two messengers post haste -- one to Mr. Talbot, and the other to the Commissioner of Police at Scotland Yard. The man who went to Mr. Talbot's house returned first, bringing the startling information that Mr. Talbot had not been home all night, and that his uncle and sister were anxious to know where he was, as they had received no message from him since he quitted the house the previous night at 10.15. The Commissioner of Police came himself a little later. By that time Inspector Walters had reached here for his turn of day duty, and after a hasty consultation we decided to break in all the doors that were locked, commencing with that of the second assistant. His room was empty, and so was his Excellency's, neither apartment having been occupied during the night. We then returned to the first floor and forced the door of the ante-room, which, we discovered, was only secured by a spring latch, the lower lock not having been used. As soon as we entered the room, we found the four dead men. Hussein, the servant, was nearest the door and was lying in a crumpled-up position. He had been stabbed twice through the back and once through the spinal column at the base of the neck. His Excellency and the two assistants were seated in chairs, but had been stabbed through the heart. The instrument used must have been a long thin dagger or stiletto. There was no sign of it anywhere in the room, and most certainly none of the men who came out the previous night had such a weapon concealed upon him."}, {"quote": "\"Of course, the diamonds had vanished, whilst in the safes or on the tables we found the keys which had evidently been taken from his Excellency's pockets. We were all puzzled to account for the disappearance of the diamonds and the dagger, but you have clearly shown the means whereby they were conveyed off the premises. Dr. Coke took away the coffee for analysis. The four bodies were carried to the mortuary in Chapel Place, and the fourteen workmen were conveyed to Scotland Yard, not because we have any charge against them, but the Commissioner thought it best to keep them under surveillance until the Turkish Embassy had settled what was to be done with them, in the matter of paying such wages as were due and sending them back to Amsterdam. The men themselves, I may add, were quite satisfied with our action in the matter. That is really all I have to tell you.\"", "context": "\"Doctors were at once sent for, and the first medical gentlemen to arrive said that each of the four had been dead for many hours, but they also imagined that the coffee, the remains of which we found in some cups on the table, had been drugged. So, before disturbing the room and its contents in any way, the Commissioner sent for Dr. Tennyson Coke. After careful investigation Dr. Coke came to the same conclusion as the other gentlemen. He believes that his Excellency and his two assistants were first stupefied by the drug and then murdered as they sat in their chairs, whilst the appearance of Hussein and the nature of his wounds seemed to indicate that he had been unexpectedly attacked and killed before he could struggle effectually or even call for assistance.\n\n\"Of course, the diamonds had vanished, whilst in the safes or on the tables we found the keys which had evidently been taken from his Excellency's pockets. We were all puzzled to account for the disappearance of the diamonds and the dagger, but you have clearly shown the means whereby they were conveyed off the premises. Dr. Coke took away the coffee for analysis. The four bodies were carried to the mortuary in Chapel Place, and the fourteen workmen were conveyed to Scotland Yard, not because we have any charge against them, but the Commissioner thought it best to keep them under surveillance until the Turkish Embassy had settled what was to be done with them, in the matter of paying such wages as were due and sending them back to Amsterdam. The men themselves, I may add, were quite satisfied with our action in the matter. That is really all I have to tell you.\"\n\n\"It is quite clear, then,\" said Brett, \"that two men succeeded in murdering four and in getting away with their plunder and arms without creating the slightest noise or exciting any suspicion in your mind.\"\n\n\"That is so,\" admitted Inspector Sharpe ruefully.\n\n\"Then,\" said Brett, \"there is nothing else to be done here. Will you come with me, Mr. Winter?\"\n\n\"Where to, sir?\" inquired the detective.\n\n\"To find Mr. Talbot, of course.\"\n\n\"Easier said than done,\" remarked Inspector Walters, as the door closed behind the visitors."}, {"quote": "\"It is quite clear, then,", "context": "\"Of course, the diamonds had vanished, whilst in the safes or on the tables we found the keys which had evidently been taken from his Excellency's pockets. We were all puzzled to account for the disappearance of the diamonds and the dagger, but you have clearly shown the means whereby they were conveyed off the premises. Dr. Coke took away the coffee for analysis. The four bodies were carried to the mortuary in Chapel Place, and the fourteen workmen were conveyed to Scotland Yard, not because we have any charge against them, but the Commissioner thought it best to keep them under surveillance until the Turkish Embassy had settled what was to be done with them, in the matter of paying such wages as were due and sending them back to Amsterdam. The men themselves, I may add, were quite satisfied with our action in the matter. That is really all I have to tell you.\"\n\n\"It is quite clear, then,\" said Brett, \"that two men succeeded in murdering four and in getting away with their plunder and arms without creating the slightest noise or exciting any suspicion in your mind.\"\n\n\"That is so,\" admitted Inspector Sharpe ruefully.\n\n\"Then,\" said Brett, \"there is nothing else to be done here. Will you come with me, Mr. Winter?\"\n\n\"Where to, sir?\" inquired the detective.\n\n\"To find Mr. Talbot, of course.\"\n\n\"Easier said than done,\" remarked Inspector Walters, as the door closed behind the visitors."}, {"quote": "\"that two men succeeded in murdering four and in getting away with their plunder and arms without creating the slightest noise or exciting any suspicion in your mind.\"", "context": "\"Of course, the diamonds had vanished, whilst in the safes or on the tables we found the keys which had evidently been taken from his Excellency's pockets. We were all puzzled to account for the disappearance of the diamonds and the dagger, but you have clearly shown the means whereby they were conveyed off the premises. Dr. Coke took away the coffee for analysis. The four bodies were carried to the mortuary in Chapel Place, and the fourteen workmen were conveyed to Scotland Yard, not because we have any charge against them, but the Commissioner thought it best to keep them under surveillance until the Turkish Embassy had settled what was to be done with them, in the matter of paying such wages as were due and sending them back to Amsterdam. The men themselves, I may add, were quite satisfied with our action in the matter. That is really all I have to tell you.\"\n\n\"It is quite clear, then,\" said Brett, \"that two men succeeded in murdering four and in getting away with their plunder and arms without creating the slightest noise or exciting any suspicion in your mind.\"\n\n\"That is so,\" admitted Inspector Sharpe ruefully.\n\n\"Then,\" said Brett, \"there is nothing else to be done here. Will you come with me, Mr. Winter?\"\n\n\"Where to, sir?\" inquired the detective.\n\n\"To find Mr. Talbot, of course.\"\n\n\"Easier said than done,\" remarked Inspector Walters, as the door closed behind the visitors.\n\nInspector Sharpe was less sceptical.\n\n\"He's a very smart chap is Brett,\" he said. \"Neither you nor I thought of punching that wire screen, did we?\""}, {"quote": "\"That is so,", "context": "\"Of course, the diamonds had vanished, whilst in the safes or on the tables we found the keys which had evidently been taken from his Excellency's pockets. We were all puzzled to account for the disappearance of the diamonds and the dagger, but you have clearly shown the means whereby they were conveyed off the premises. Dr. Coke took away the coffee for analysis. The four bodies were carried to the mortuary in Chapel Place, and the fourteen workmen were conveyed to Scotland Yard, not because we have any charge against them, but the Commissioner thought it best to keep them under surveillance until the Turkish Embassy had settled what was to be done with them, in the matter of paying such wages as were due and sending them back to Amsterdam. The men themselves, I may add, were quite satisfied with our action in the matter. That is really all I have to tell you.\"\n\n\"It is quite clear, then,\" said Brett, \"that two men succeeded in murdering four and in getting away with their plunder and arms without creating the slightest noise or exciting any suspicion in your mind.\"\n\n\"That is so,\" admitted Inspector Sharpe ruefully.\n\n\"Then,\" said Brett, \"there is nothing else to be done here. Will you come with me, Mr. Winter?\"\n\n\"Where to, sir?\" inquired the detective.\n\n\"To find Mr. Talbot, of course.\"\n\n\"Easier said than done,\" remarked Inspector Walters, as the door closed behind the visitors.\n\nInspector Sharpe was less sceptical.\n\n\"He's a very smart chap is Brett,\" he said. \"Neither you nor I thought of punching that wire screen, did we?\""}, {"quote": "\"there is nothing else to be done here. Will you come with me, Mr. Winter?\"", "context": "\"Of course, the diamonds had vanished, whilst in the safes or on the tables we found the keys which had evidently been taken from his Excellency's pockets. We were all puzzled to account for the disappearance of the diamonds and the dagger, but you have clearly shown the means whereby they were conveyed off the premises. Dr. Coke took away the coffee for analysis. The four bodies were carried to the mortuary in Chapel Place, and the fourteen workmen were conveyed to Scotland Yard, not because we have any charge against them, but the Commissioner thought it best to keep them under surveillance until the Turkish Embassy had settled what was to be done with them, in the matter of paying such wages as were due and sending them back to Amsterdam. The men themselves, I may add, were quite satisfied with our action in the matter. That is really all I have to tell you.\"\n\n\"It is quite clear, then,\" said Brett, \"that two men succeeded in murdering four and in getting away with their plunder and arms without creating the slightest noise or exciting any suspicion in your mind.\"\n\n\"That is so,\" admitted Inspector Sharpe ruefully.\n\n\"Then,\" said Brett, \"there is nothing else to be done here. Will you come with me, Mr. Winter?\"\n\n\"Where to, sir?\" inquired the detective.\n\n\"To find Mr. Talbot, of course.\"\n\n\"Easier said than done,\" remarked Inspector Walters, as the door closed behind the visitors.\n\nInspector Sharpe was less sceptical.\n\n\"He's a very smart chap is Brett,\" he said. \"Neither you nor I thought of punching that wire screen, did we?\"\n\nCHAPTER V\n\nA STARTLING CLUE\n\nOnce clear of the Albert Gate mansion, the barrister was bound to confess to a sense of indefiniteness, a feeling of uncertainty which seldom characterised either his thoughts or his actions. He admitted as much to his companion, for Brett was a man who would not consent to pose under any circumstances."}, {"quote": "\u201cDo sit down, Julian,", "context": "MRS. OGDEN was bored, and when bored her temper was apt to prove uncertain. Only Professor Norcross and her husband had appeared for breakfast, and the latter had persisted in discussing politics and the money market, two things which she abhorred, and she had seen them depart with a sense of relief. She had left the dining room shortly after to interview the florist\u2019s assistant, who had come to decorate the house for her dinner that evening.\n\nThe interview was longer than she anticipated, and several times she called upon Julian Barclay, who had entered the reception hall while the discussion was still going on, to settle knotty points in the arrangement of palms and flowers.\n\n\u201cDo sit down, Julian,\u201d Mrs. Ogden switched her comfortable arm chair back from the table. \u201cYou have been prancing up and down this hall until my nerves are quite on edge.\u201d\n\n\u201cI beg your pardon, Cousin Jane,\u201d exclaimed Barclay contritely. \u201cI wasn\u2019t aware that my restlessness bothered you.\u201d He stopped before the carved mantel-piece. \u201cI thought you had two Dresden jars on either side of the clock,\u201d he remarked, raising the piece of china in his hand and glancing critically inside it."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou have been prancing up and down this hall until my nerves are quite on edge.\u201d", "context": "MRS. OGDEN was bored, and when bored her temper was apt to prove uncertain. Only Professor Norcross and her husband had appeared for breakfast, and the latter had persisted in discussing politics and the money market, two things which she abhorred, and she had seen them depart with a sense of relief. She had left the dining room shortly after to interview the florist\u2019s assistant, who had come to decorate the house for her dinner that evening.\n\nThe interview was longer than she anticipated, and several times she called upon Julian Barclay, who had entered the reception hall while the discussion was still going on, to settle knotty points in the arrangement of palms and flowers.\n\n\u201cDo sit down, Julian,\u201d Mrs. Ogden switched her comfortable arm chair back from the table. \u201cYou have been prancing up and down this hall until my nerves are quite on edge.\u201d\n\n\u201cI beg your pardon, Cousin Jane,\u201d exclaimed Barclay contritely. \u201cI wasn\u2019t aware that my restlessness bothered you.\u201d He stopped before the carved mantel-piece. \u201cI thought you had two Dresden jars on either side of the clock,\u201d he remarked, raising the piece of china in his hand and glancing critically inside it.\n\n\u201cSo I had, but that lazy, worthless parlor maid broke it when dusting this morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cBroke it!\u201d gasped Barclay, and the jar he held almost slipped from his grasp."}, {"quote": "\u201cI beg your pardon, Cousin Jane,", "context": "MRS. OGDEN was bored, and when bored her temper was apt to prove uncertain. Only Professor Norcross and her husband had appeared for breakfast, and the latter had persisted in discussing politics and the money market, two things which she abhorred, and she had seen them depart with a sense of relief. She had left the dining room shortly after to interview the florist\u2019s assistant, who had come to decorate the house for her dinner that evening.\n\nThe interview was longer than she anticipated, and several times she called upon Julian Barclay, who had entered the reception hall while the discussion was still going on, to settle knotty points in the arrangement of palms and flowers.\n\n\u201cDo sit down, Julian,\u201d Mrs. Ogden switched her comfortable arm chair back from the table. \u201cYou have been prancing up and down this hall until my nerves are quite on edge.\u201d\n\n\u201cI beg your pardon, Cousin Jane,\u201d exclaimed Barclay contritely. \u201cI wasn\u2019t aware that my restlessness bothered you.\u201d He stopped before the carved mantel-piece. \u201cI thought you had two Dresden jars on either side of the clock,\u201d he remarked, raising the piece of china in his hand and glancing critically inside it.\n\n\u201cSo I had, but that lazy, worthless parlor maid broke it when dusting this morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cBroke it!\u201d gasped Barclay, and the jar he held almost slipped from his grasp."}, {"quote": "\u201cI wasn\u2019t aware that my restlessness bothered you.", "context": "The interview was longer than she anticipated, and several times she called upon Julian Barclay, who had entered the reception hall while the discussion was still going on, to settle knotty points in the arrangement of palms and flowers.\n\n\u201cDo sit down, Julian,\u201d Mrs. Ogden switched her comfortable arm chair back from the table. \u201cYou have been prancing up and down this hall until my nerves are quite on edge.\u201d\n\n\u201cI beg your pardon, Cousin Jane,\u201d exclaimed Barclay contritely. \u201cI wasn\u2019t aware that my restlessness bothered you.\u201d He stopped before the carved mantel-piece. \u201cI thought you had two Dresden jars on either side of the clock,\u201d he remarked, raising the piece of china in his hand and glancing critically inside it.\n\n\u201cSo I had, but that lazy, worthless parlor maid broke it when dusting this morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cBroke it!\u201d gasped Barclay, and the jar he held almost slipped from his grasp.\n\n\u201cTake care,\u201d Mrs. Ogden jumped. \u201cDo put down that jar, Julian; I cannot afford to lose both"}, {"quote": "\u201cI thought you had two Dresden jars on either side of the clock,", "context": "The interview was longer than she anticipated, and several times she called upon Julian Barclay, who had entered the reception hall while the discussion was still going on, to settle knotty points in the arrangement of palms and flowers.\n\n\u201cDo sit down, Julian,\u201d Mrs. Ogden switched her comfortable arm chair back from the table. \u201cYou have been prancing up and down this hall until my nerves are quite on edge.\u201d\n\n\u201cI beg your pardon, Cousin Jane,\u201d exclaimed Barclay contritely. \u201cI wasn\u2019t aware that my restlessness bothered you.\u201d He stopped before the carved mantel-piece. \u201cI thought you had two Dresden jars on either side of the clock,\u201d he remarked, raising the piece of china in his hand and glancing critically inside it.\n\n\u201cSo I had, but that lazy, worthless parlor maid broke it when dusting this morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cBroke it!\u201d gasped Barclay, and the jar he held almost slipped from his grasp.\n\n\u201cTake care,\u201d Mrs. Ogden jumped. \u201cDo put down that jar, Julian; I cannot afford to lose both,\u201d she entreated. \u201cYes, the maid broke the other, and had the audacity to say that it was cracked in the first place"}, {"quote": "\u201cSo I had, but that lazy, worthless parlor maid broke it when dusting this morning.\u201d", "context": "\u201d Mrs. Ogden switched her comfortable arm chair back from the table. \u201cYou have been prancing up and down this hall until my nerves are quite on edge.\u201d\n\n\u201cI beg your pardon, Cousin Jane,\u201d exclaimed Barclay contritely. \u201cI wasn\u2019t aware that my restlessness bothered you.\u201d He stopped before the carved mantel-piece. \u201cI thought you had two Dresden jars on either side of the clock,\u201d he remarked, raising the piece of china in his hand and glancing critically inside it.\n\n\u201cSo I had, but that lazy, worthless parlor maid broke it when dusting this morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cBroke it!\u201d gasped Barclay, and the jar he held almost slipped from his grasp.\n\n\u201cTake care,\u201d Mrs. Ogden jumped. \u201cDo put down that jar, Julian; I cannot afford to lose both,\u201d she entreated. \u201cYes, the maid broke the other, and had the audacity to say that it was cracked in the first place.\u201d Mrs. Ogden sniffed. \u201cI let her know I thought she was cracked.\u201d\n\n\u201cToo bad!\u201d murmured Barclay, looking regretfully at the jar, and not hearing her last remark."}, {"quote": "\u201cDo put down that jar, Julian; I cannot afford to lose both,", "context": "\u201cI wasn\u2019t aware that my restlessness bothered you.\u201d He stopped before the carved mantel-piece. \u201cI thought you had two Dresden jars on either side of the clock,\u201d he remarked, raising the piece of china in his hand and glancing critically inside it.\n\n\u201cSo I had, but that lazy, worthless parlor maid broke it when dusting this morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cBroke it!\u201d gasped Barclay, and the jar he held almost slipped from his grasp.\n\n\u201cTake care,\u201d Mrs. Ogden jumped. \u201cDo put down that jar, Julian; I cannot afford to lose both,\u201d she entreated. \u201cYes, the maid broke the other, and had the audacity to say that it was cracked in the first place.\u201d Mrs. Ogden sniffed. \u201cI let her know I thought she was cracked.\u201d\n\n\u201cToo bad!\u201d murmured Barclay, looking regretfully at the jar, and not hearing her last remark. \u201cIt\u2019s a shame to lose the pair. Perhaps I can cement the pieces together for you.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, could you?\u201d Mrs. Ogden spoke more hopefully."}, {"quote": "\u201cYes, the maid broke the other, and had the audacity to say that it was cracked in the first place.", "context": "\u201cI thought you had two Dresden jars on either side of the clock,\u201d he remarked, raising the piece of china in his hand and glancing critically inside it.\n\n\u201cSo I had, but that lazy, worthless parlor maid broke it when dusting this morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cBroke it!\u201d gasped Barclay, and the jar he held almost slipped from his grasp.\n\n\u201cTake care,\u201d Mrs. Ogden jumped. \u201cDo put down that jar, Julian; I cannot afford to lose both,\u201d she entreated. \u201cYes, the maid broke the other, and had the audacity to say that it was cracked in the first place.\u201d Mrs. Ogden sniffed. \u201cI let her know I thought she was cracked.\u201d\n\n\u201cToo bad!\u201d murmured Barclay, looking regretfully at the jar, and not hearing her last remark. \u201cIt\u2019s a shame to lose the pair. Perhaps I can cement the pieces together for you.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, could you?\u201d Mrs. Ogden spoke more hopefully. \u201cI had them all collected and placed in this box.\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me see them,\u201d Barclay came over to the table and opening the box, spread the broken china before him; the smallest piece did not escape his scrutiny."}, {"quote": "\u201cI let her know I thought she was cracked.\u201d", "context": "\u201cSo I had, but that lazy, worthless parlor maid broke it when dusting this morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cBroke it!\u201d gasped Barclay, and the jar he held almost slipped from his grasp.\n\n\u201cTake care,\u201d Mrs. Ogden jumped. \u201cDo put down that jar, Julian; I cannot afford to lose both,\u201d she entreated. \u201cYes, the maid broke the other, and had the audacity to say that it was cracked in the first place.\u201d Mrs. Ogden sniffed. \u201cI let her know I thought she was cracked.\u201d\n\n\u201cToo bad!\u201d murmured Barclay, looking regretfully at the jar, and not hearing her last remark. \u201cIt\u2019s a shame to lose the pair. Perhaps I can cement the pieces together for you.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, could you?\u201d Mrs. Ogden spoke more hopefully. \u201cI had them all collected and placed in this box.\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me see them,\u201d Barclay came over to the table and opening the box, spread the broken china before him; the smallest piece did not escape his scrutiny."}, {"quote": "\u201cIt\u2019s a shame to lose the pair. Perhaps I can cement the pieces together for you.\u201d", "context": "\u201cBroke it!\u201d gasped Barclay, and the jar he held almost slipped from his grasp.\n\n\u201cTake care,\u201d Mrs. Ogden jumped. \u201cDo put down that jar, Julian; I cannot afford to lose both,\u201d she entreated. \u201cYes, the maid broke the other, and had the audacity to say that it was cracked in the first place.\u201d Mrs. Ogden sniffed. \u201cI let her know I thought she was cracked.\u201d\n\n\u201cToo bad!\u201d murmured Barclay, looking regretfully at the jar, and not hearing her last remark. \u201cIt\u2019s a shame to lose the pair. Perhaps I can cement the pieces together for you.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, could you?\u201d Mrs. Ogden spoke more hopefully. \u201cI had them all collected and placed in this box.\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me see them,\u201d Barclay came over to the table and opening the box, spread the broken china before him; the smallest piece did not escape his scrutiny. \u201cAre these all?\u201d and Mrs. Ogden actually started at the sharpness of his tone.\n\n\u201cI suppose so. Don\u2019t they fit?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe big pieces do,\u201d assembling them together as he spoke."}, {"quote": "\u201cOh, could you?", "context": "\u201cDo put down that jar, Julian; I cannot afford to lose both,\u201d she entreated. \u201cYes, the maid broke the other, and had the audacity to say that it was cracked in the first place.\u201d Mrs. Ogden sniffed. \u201cI let her know I thought she was cracked.\u201d\n\n\u201cToo bad!\u201d murmured Barclay, looking regretfully at the jar, and not hearing her last remark. \u201cIt\u2019s a shame to lose the pair. Perhaps I can cement the pieces together for you.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, could you?\u201d Mrs. Ogden spoke more hopefully. \u201cI had them all collected and placed in this box.\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me see them,\u201d Barclay came over to the table and opening the box, spread the broken china before him; the smallest piece did not escape his scrutiny. \u201cAre these all?\u201d and Mrs. Ogden actually started at the sharpness of his tone.\n\n\u201cI suppose so. Don\u2019t they fit?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe big pieces do,\u201d assembling them together as he spoke. \u201cWas there, by chance, anything in the jar?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI had them all collected and placed in this box.\u201d", "context": "\u201d she entreated. \u201cYes, the maid broke the other, and had the audacity to say that it was cracked in the first place.\u201d Mrs. Ogden sniffed. \u201cI let her know I thought she was cracked.\u201d\n\n\u201cToo bad!\u201d murmured Barclay, looking regretfully at the jar, and not hearing her last remark. \u201cIt\u2019s a shame to lose the pair. Perhaps I can cement the pieces together for you.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, could you?\u201d Mrs. Ogden spoke more hopefully. \u201cI had them all collected and placed in this box.\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me see them,\u201d Barclay came over to the table and opening the box, spread the broken china before him; the smallest piece did not escape his scrutiny. \u201cAre these all?\u201d and Mrs. Ogden actually started at the sharpness of his tone.\n\n\u201cI suppose so. Don\u2019t they fit?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe big pieces do,\u201d assembling them together as he spoke. \u201cWas there, by chance, anything in the jar?\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything in the jar?\u201d repeated Mrs. Ogden. \u201cNo. Nothing was ever kept in either of them. Do stop fingering those pieces, Julian, you may cut your hand on the sharp edges.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAre these all?", "context": "\u201cToo bad!\u201d murmured Barclay, looking regretfully at the jar, and not hearing her last remark. \u201cIt\u2019s a shame to lose the pair. Perhaps I can cement the pieces together for you.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, could you?\u201d Mrs. Ogden spoke more hopefully. \u201cI had them all collected and placed in this box.\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me see them,\u201d Barclay came over to the table and opening the box, spread the broken china before him; the smallest piece did not escape his scrutiny. \u201cAre these all?\u201d and Mrs. Ogden actually started at the sharpness of his tone.\n\n\u201cI suppose so. Don\u2019t they fit?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe big pieces do,\u201d assembling them together as he spoke. \u201cWas there, by chance, anything in the jar?\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything in the jar?\u201d repeated Mrs. Ogden. \u201cNo. Nothing was ever kept in either of them. Do stop fingering those pieces, Julian, you may cut your hand on the sharp edges.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo danger.\u201d Barclay thoughtfully returned the china to the box."}, {"quote": "\u201cI suppose so. Don\u2019t they fit?\u201d", "context": "\u201cToo bad!\u201d murmured Barclay, looking regretfully at the jar, and not hearing her last remark. \u201cIt\u2019s a shame to lose the pair. Perhaps I can cement the pieces together for you.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, could you?\u201d Mrs. Ogden spoke more hopefully. \u201cI had them all collected and placed in this box.\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me see them,\u201d Barclay came over to the table and opening the box, spread the broken china before him; the smallest piece did not escape his scrutiny. \u201cAre these all?\u201d and Mrs. Ogden actually started at the sharpness of his tone.\n\n\u201cI suppose so. Don\u2019t they fit?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe big pieces do,\u201d assembling them together as he spoke. \u201cWas there, by chance, anything in the jar?\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything in the jar?\u201d repeated Mrs. Ogden. \u201cNo. Nothing was ever kept in either of them. Do stop fingering those pieces, Julian, you may cut your hand on the sharp edges.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo danger.\u201d Barclay thoughtfully returned the china to the box. \u201cI shall have to ask the maid if she picked up all the pieces.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou can\u2019t do that because she has gone.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThe big pieces do,", "context": "\u201cIt\u2019s a shame to lose the pair. Perhaps I can cement the pieces together for you.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, could you?\u201d Mrs. Ogden spoke more hopefully. \u201cI had them all collected and placed in this box.\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me see them,\u201d Barclay came over to the table and opening the box, spread the broken china before him; the smallest piece did not escape his scrutiny. \u201cAre these all?\u201d and Mrs. Ogden actually started at the sharpness of his tone.\n\n\u201cI suppose so. Don\u2019t they fit?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe big pieces do,\u201d assembling them together as he spoke. \u201cWas there, by chance, anything in the jar?\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything in the jar?\u201d repeated Mrs. Ogden. \u201cNo. Nothing was ever kept in either of them. Do stop fingering those pieces, Julian, you may cut your hand on the sharp edges.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo danger.\u201d Barclay thoughtfully returned the china to the box. \u201cI shall have to ask the maid if she picked up all the pieces.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou can\u2019t do that because she has gone.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWas there, by chance, anything in the jar?\u201d", "context": "\u201cOh, could you?\u201d Mrs. Ogden spoke more hopefully. \u201cI had them all collected and placed in this box.\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me see them,\u201d Barclay came over to the table and opening the box, spread the broken china before him; the smallest piece did not escape his scrutiny. \u201cAre these all?\u201d and Mrs. Ogden actually started at the sharpness of his tone.\n\n\u201cI suppose so. Don\u2019t they fit?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe big pieces do,\u201d assembling them together as he spoke. \u201cWas there, by chance, anything in the jar?\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything in the jar?\u201d repeated Mrs. Ogden. \u201cNo. Nothing was ever kept in either of them. Do stop fingering those pieces, Julian, you may cut your hand on the sharp edges.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo danger.\u201d Barclay thoughtfully returned the china to the box. \u201cI shall have to ask the maid if she picked up all the pieces.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou can\u2019t do that because she has gone.\u201d\n\n\u201cGone?\u201d staring blankly at his cousin.\n\n\u201cCertainly,\u201d tartly."}, {"quote": "\u201cAnything in the jar?", "context": "\u201d Mrs. Ogden spoke more hopefully. \u201cI had them all collected and placed in this box.\u201d\n\n\u201cLet me see them,\u201d Barclay came over to the table and opening the box, spread the broken china before him; the smallest piece did not escape his scrutiny. \u201cAre these all?\u201d and Mrs. Ogden actually started at the sharpness of his tone.\n\n\u201cI suppose so. Don\u2019t they fit?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe big pieces do,\u201d assembling them together as he spoke. \u201cWas there, by chance, anything in the jar?\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything in the jar?\u201d repeated Mrs. Ogden. \u201cNo. Nothing was ever kept in either of them. Do stop fingering those pieces, Julian, you may cut your hand on the sharp edges.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo danger.\u201d Barclay thoughtfully returned the china to the box. \u201cI shall have to ask the maid if she picked up all the pieces.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou can\u2019t do that because she has gone.\u201d\n\n\u201cGone?\u201d staring blankly at his cousin.\n\n\u201cCertainly,\u201d tartly. \u201cYou don\u2019t think I\u2019m going to keep a bull-in-the-china-shop in my employ do you, with all my valuable bric-a-brac? No, indeed; I gave her a week\u2019s wages and sent her packing.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo. Nothing was ever kept in either of them. Do stop fingering those pieces, Julian, you may cut your hand on the sharp edges.\u201d", "context": "\u201cLet me see them,\u201d Barclay came over to the table and opening the box, spread the broken china before him; the smallest piece did not escape his scrutiny. \u201cAre these all?\u201d and Mrs. Ogden actually started at the sharpness of his tone.\n\n\u201cI suppose so. Don\u2019t they fit?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe big pieces do,\u201d assembling them together as he spoke. \u201cWas there, by chance, anything in the jar?\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything in the jar?\u201d repeated Mrs. Ogden. \u201cNo. Nothing was ever kept in either of them. Do stop fingering those pieces, Julian, you may cut your hand on the sharp edges.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo danger.\u201d Barclay thoughtfully returned the china to the box. \u201cI shall have to ask the maid if she picked up all the pieces.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou can\u2019t do that because she has gone.\u201d\n\n\u201cGone?\u201d staring blankly at his cousin.\n\n\u201cCertainly,\u201d tartly. \u201cYou don\u2019t think I\u2019m going to keep a bull-in-the-china-shop in my employ do you, with all my valuable bric-a-brac? No, indeed; I gave her a week\u2019s wages and sent her packing.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI shall have to ask the maid if she picked up all the pieces.\u201d", "context": "\u201d and Mrs. Ogden actually started at the sharpness of his tone.\n\n\u201cI suppose so. Don\u2019t they fit?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe big pieces do,\u201d assembling them together as he spoke. \u201cWas there, by chance, anything in the jar?\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything in the jar?\u201d repeated Mrs. Ogden. \u201cNo. Nothing was ever kept in either of them. Do stop fingering those pieces, Julian, you may cut your hand on the sharp edges.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo danger.\u201d Barclay thoughtfully returned the china to the box. \u201cI shall have to ask the maid if she picked up all the pieces.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou can\u2019t do that because she has gone.\u201d\n\n\u201cGone?\u201d staring blankly at his cousin.\n\n\u201cCertainly,\u201d tartly. \u201cYou don\u2019t think I\u2019m going to keep a bull-in-the-china-shop in my employ do you, with all my valuable bric-a-brac? No, indeed; I gave her a week\u2019s wages and sent her packing.\u201d\n\nBarclay replaced the cover on the box before speaking again.\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t blame you for firing her,\u201d he said."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou can\u2019t do that because she has gone.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI suppose so. Don\u2019t they fit?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe big pieces do,\u201d assembling them together as he spoke. \u201cWas there, by chance, anything in the jar?\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything in the jar?\u201d repeated Mrs. Ogden. \u201cNo. Nothing was ever kept in either of them. Do stop fingering those pieces, Julian, you may cut your hand on the sharp edges.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo danger.\u201d Barclay thoughtfully returned the china to the box. \u201cI shall have to ask the maid if she picked up all the pieces.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou can\u2019t do that because she has gone.\u201d\n\n\u201cGone?\u201d staring blankly at his cousin.\n\n\u201cCertainly,\u201d tartly. \u201cYou don\u2019t think I\u2019m going to keep a bull-in-the-china-shop in my employ do you, with all my valuable bric-a-brac? No, indeed; I gave her a week\u2019s wages and sent her packing.\u201d\n\nBarclay replaced the cover on the box before speaking again.\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t blame you for firing her,\u201d he said. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing more aggravating than losing an article you value -- through carelessness -- cursed carelessness"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou don\u2019t think I\u2019m going to keep a bull-in-the-china-shop in my employ do you, with all my valuable bric-a-brac? No, indeed; I gave her a week\u2019s wages and sent her packing.\u201d", "context": "\u201cAnything in the jar?\u201d repeated Mrs. Ogden. \u201cNo. Nothing was ever kept in either of them. Do stop fingering those pieces, Julian, you may cut your hand on the sharp edges.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo danger.\u201d Barclay thoughtfully returned the china to the box. \u201cI shall have to ask the maid if she picked up all the pieces.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou can\u2019t do that because she has gone.\u201d\n\n\u201cGone?\u201d staring blankly at his cousin.\n\n\u201cCertainly,\u201d tartly. \u201cYou don\u2019t think I\u2019m going to keep a bull-in-the-china-shop in my employ do you, with all my valuable bric-a-brac? No, indeed; I gave her a week\u2019s wages and sent her packing.\u201d\n\nBarclay replaced the cover on the box before speaking again.\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t blame you for firing her,\u201d he said. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing more aggravating than losing an article you value -- through carelessness -- cursed carelessness,\u201d he added with suppressed bitterness, and Mrs. Ogden stared at him in surprise.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s good of you, Julian, to take so much interest in my jar,\u201d she said, much pleased. \u201cAnd sometime when you are not busy, if you will stick the jar together....\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI can\u2019t blame you for firing her,", "context": "\u201cI shall have to ask the maid if she picked up all the pieces.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou can\u2019t do that because she has gone.\u201d\n\n\u201cGone?\u201d staring blankly at his cousin.\n\n\u201cCertainly,\u201d tartly. \u201cYou don\u2019t think I\u2019m going to keep a bull-in-the-china-shop in my employ do you, with all my valuable bric-a-brac? No, indeed; I gave her a week\u2019s wages and sent her packing.\u201d\n\nBarclay replaced the cover on the box before speaking again.\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t blame you for firing her,\u201d he said. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing more aggravating than losing an article you value -- through carelessness -- cursed carelessness,\u201d he added with suppressed bitterness, and Mrs. Ogden stared at him in surprise.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s good of you, Julian, to take so much interest in my jar,\u201d she said, much pleased. \u201cAnd sometime when you are not busy, if you will stick the jar together....\u201d\n\n\u201cSurely, surely,\u201d he broke in. \u201cCould you give me the girl\u2019s full name and address, Cousin Jane, she....\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThere\u2019s nothing more aggravating than losing an article you value -- through carelessness -- cursed carelessness,", "context": "\u201cYou can\u2019t do that because she has gone.\u201d\n\n\u201cGone?\u201d staring blankly at his cousin.\n\n\u201cCertainly,\u201d tartly. \u201cYou don\u2019t think I\u2019m going to keep a bull-in-the-china-shop in my employ do you, with all my valuable bric-a-brac? No, indeed; I gave her a week\u2019s wages and sent her packing.\u201d\n\nBarclay replaced the cover on the box before speaking again.\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t blame you for firing her,\u201d he said. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing more aggravating than losing an article you value -- through carelessness -- cursed carelessness,\u201d he added with suppressed bitterness, and Mrs. Ogden stared at him in surprise.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s good of you, Julian, to take so much interest in my jar,\u201d she said, much pleased. \u201cAnd sometime when you are not busy, if you will stick the jar together....\u201d\n\n\u201cSurely, surely,\u201d he broke in. \u201cCould you give me the girl\u2019s full name and address, Cousin Jane, she....\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t tell me she has stolen something from you,\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Ogden, interrupting in her turn."}, {"quote": "\u201cIt\u2019s good of you, Julian, to take so much interest in my jar,", "context": "\u201cYou don\u2019t think I\u2019m going to keep a bull-in-the-china-shop in my employ do you, with all my valuable bric-a-brac? No, indeed; I gave her a week\u2019s wages and sent her packing.\u201d\n\nBarclay replaced the cover on the box before speaking again.\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t blame you for firing her,\u201d he said. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing more aggravating than losing an article you value -- through carelessness -- cursed carelessness,\u201d he added with suppressed bitterness, and Mrs. Ogden stared at him in surprise.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s good of you, Julian, to take so much interest in my jar,\u201d she said, much pleased. \u201cAnd sometime when you are not busy, if you will stick the jar together....\u201d\n\n\u201cSurely, surely,\u201d he broke in. \u201cCould you give me the girl\u2019s full name and address, Cousin Jane, she....\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t tell me she has stolen something from you,\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Ogden, interrupting in her turn.\n\n\u201cNo, no,\u201d Barclay moved restlessly. \u201cQuite the contrary, she laundered some handkerchiefs for me, and I\u2019d like to send her a tip.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd sometime when you are not busy, if you will stick the jar together....\u201d", "context": "\u201cYou don\u2019t think I\u2019m going to keep a bull-in-the-china-shop in my employ do you, with all my valuable bric-a-brac? No, indeed; I gave her a week\u2019s wages and sent her packing.\u201d\n\nBarclay replaced the cover on the box before speaking again.\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t blame you for firing her,\u201d he said. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing more aggravating than losing an article you value -- through carelessness -- cursed carelessness,\u201d he added with suppressed bitterness, and Mrs. Ogden stared at him in surprise.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s good of you, Julian, to take so much interest in my jar,\u201d she said, much pleased. \u201cAnd sometime when you are not busy, if you will stick the jar together....\u201d\n\n\u201cSurely, surely,\u201d he broke in. \u201cCould you give me the girl\u2019s full name and address, Cousin Jane, she....\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t tell me she has stolen something from you,\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Ogden, interrupting in her turn.\n\n\u201cNo, no,\u201d Barclay moved restlessly. \u201cQuite the contrary, she laundered some handkerchiefs for me, and I\u2019d like to send her a tip.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery thoughtful of you,\u201d commented Mrs. Ogden dryly."}, {"quote": "\u201cSurely, surely,", "context": "Barclay replaced the cover on the box before speaking again.\n\n\u201cI can\u2019t blame you for firing her,\u201d he said. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing more aggravating than losing an article you value -- through carelessness -- cursed carelessness,\u201d he added with suppressed bitterness, and Mrs. Ogden stared at him in surprise.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s good of you, Julian, to take so much interest in my jar,\u201d she said, much pleased. \u201cAnd sometime when you are not busy, if you will stick the jar together....\u201d\n\n\u201cSurely, surely,\u201d he broke in. \u201cCould you give me the girl\u2019s full name and address, Cousin Jane, she....\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t tell me she has stolen something from you,\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Ogden, interrupting in her turn.\n\n\u201cNo, no,\u201d Barclay moved restlessly. \u201cQuite the contrary, she laundered some handkerchiefs for me, and I\u2019d like to send her a tip.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery thoughtful of you,\u201d commented Mrs. Ogden dryly. \u201cShe can take that tip out in my broken jar. Rose was a better laundress than a parlor maid, although Mrs. Leonard McLane gave her an excellent reference. Don\u2019t you want any breakfast?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cCould you give me the girl\u2019s full name and address, Cousin Jane, she....\u201d", "context": "\u201cI can\u2019t blame you for firing her,\u201d he said. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing more aggravating than losing an article you value -- through carelessness -- cursed carelessness,\u201d he added with suppressed bitterness, and Mrs. Ogden stared at him in surprise.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s good of you, Julian, to take so much interest in my jar,\u201d she said, much pleased. \u201cAnd sometime when you are not busy, if you will stick the jar together....\u201d\n\n\u201cSurely, surely,\u201d he broke in. \u201cCould you give me the girl\u2019s full name and address, Cousin Jane, she....\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t tell me she has stolen something from you,\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Ogden, interrupting in her turn.\n\n\u201cNo, no,\u201d Barclay moved restlessly. \u201cQuite the contrary, she laundered some handkerchiefs for me, and I\u2019d like to send her a tip.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery thoughtful of you,\u201d commented Mrs. Ogden dryly. \u201cShe can take that tip out in my broken jar. Rose was a better laundress than a parlor maid, although Mrs. Leonard McLane gave her an excellent reference. Don\u2019t you want any breakfast?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cDon\u2019t tell me she has stolen something from you,", "context": "\u201cThere\u2019s nothing more aggravating than losing an article you value -- through carelessness -- cursed carelessness,\u201d he added with suppressed bitterness, and Mrs. Ogden stared at him in surprise.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s good of you, Julian, to take so much interest in my jar,\u201d she said, much pleased. \u201cAnd sometime when you are not busy, if you will stick the jar together....\u201d\n\n\u201cSurely, surely,\u201d he broke in. \u201cCould you give me the girl\u2019s full name and address, Cousin Jane, she....\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t tell me she has stolen something from you,\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Ogden, interrupting in her turn.\n\n\u201cNo, no,\u201d Barclay moved restlessly. \u201cQuite the contrary, she laundered some handkerchiefs for me, and I\u2019d like to send her a tip.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery thoughtful of you,\u201d commented Mrs. Ogden dryly. \u201cShe can take that tip out in my broken jar. Rose was a better laundress than a parlor maid, although Mrs. Leonard McLane gave her an excellent reference. Don\u2019t you want any breakfast?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, no,", "context": "\u201d he added with suppressed bitterness, and Mrs. Ogden stared at him in surprise.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s good of you, Julian, to take so much interest in my jar,\u201d she said, much pleased. \u201cAnd sometime when you are not busy, if you will stick the jar together....\u201d\n\n\u201cSurely, surely,\u201d he broke in. \u201cCould you give me the girl\u2019s full name and address, Cousin Jane, she....\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t tell me she has stolen something from you,\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Ogden, interrupting in her turn.\n\n\u201cNo, no,\u201d Barclay moved restlessly. \u201cQuite the contrary, she laundered some handkerchiefs for me, and I\u2019d like to send her a tip.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery thoughtful of you,\u201d commented Mrs. Ogden dryly. \u201cShe can take that tip out in my broken jar. Rose was a better laundress than a parlor maid, although Mrs. Leonard McLane gave her an excellent reference. Don\u2019t you want any breakfast?\u201d\n\n\u201cBreakfast? Have you had yours?\u201d\n\n\u201cAges ago,\u201d and her tone implied the feeling of virtuous satisfaction which accompanies early rising."}, {"quote": "\u201cQuite the contrary, she laundered some handkerchiefs for me, and I\u2019d like to send her a tip.\u201d", "context": "\u201cIt\u2019s good of you, Julian, to take so much interest in my jar,\u201d she said, much pleased. \u201cAnd sometime when you are not busy, if you will stick the jar together....\u201d\n\n\u201cSurely, surely,\u201d he broke in. \u201cCould you give me the girl\u2019s full name and address, Cousin Jane, she....\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t tell me she has stolen something from you,\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Ogden, interrupting in her turn.\n\n\u201cNo, no,\u201d Barclay moved restlessly. \u201cQuite the contrary, she laundered some handkerchiefs for me, and I\u2019d like to send her a tip.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery thoughtful of you,\u201d commented Mrs. Ogden dryly. \u201cShe can take that tip out in my broken jar. Rose was a better laundress than a parlor maid, although Mrs. Leonard McLane gave her an excellent reference. Don\u2019t you want any breakfast?\u201d\n\n\u201cBreakfast? Have you had yours?\u201d\n\n\u201cAges ago,\u201d and her tone implied the feeling of virtuous satisfaction which accompanies early rising. \u201cRun along into the dining room, Julian; you must be starved. Why, it\u2019s nearly ten o\u2019clock.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cVery thoughtful of you,", "context": "\u201cAnd sometime when you are not busy, if you will stick the jar together....\u201d\n\n\u201cSurely, surely,\u201d he broke in. \u201cCould you give me the girl\u2019s full name and address, Cousin Jane, she....\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t tell me she has stolen something from you,\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Ogden, interrupting in her turn.\n\n\u201cNo, no,\u201d Barclay moved restlessly. \u201cQuite the contrary, she laundered some handkerchiefs for me, and I\u2019d like to send her a tip.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery thoughtful of you,\u201d commented Mrs. Ogden dryly. \u201cShe can take that tip out in my broken jar. Rose was a better laundress than a parlor maid, although Mrs. Leonard McLane gave her an excellent reference. Don\u2019t you want any breakfast?\u201d\n\n\u201cBreakfast? Have you had yours?\u201d\n\n\u201cAges ago,\u201d and her tone implied the feeling of virtuous satisfaction which accompanies early rising. \u201cRun along into the dining room, Julian; you must be starved. Why, it\u2019s nearly ten o\u2019clock.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cShe can take that tip out in my broken jar. Rose was a better laundress than a parlor maid, although Mrs. Leonard McLane gave her an excellent reference. Don\u2019t you want any breakfast?\u201d", "context": "\u201cSurely, surely,\u201d he broke in. \u201cCould you give me the girl\u2019s full name and address, Cousin Jane, she....\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t tell me she has stolen something from you,\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Ogden, interrupting in her turn.\n\n\u201cNo, no,\u201d Barclay moved restlessly. \u201cQuite the contrary, she laundered some handkerchiefs for me, and I\u2019d like to send her a tip.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery thoughtful of you,\u201d commented Mrs. Ogden dryly. \u201cShe can take that tip out in my broken jar. Rose was a better laundress than a parlor maid, although Mrs. Leonard McLane gave her an excellent reference. Don\u2019t you want any breakfast?\u201d\n\n\u201cBreakfast? Have you had yours?\u201d\n\n\u201cAges ago,\u201d and her tone implied the feeling of virtuous satisfaction which accompanies early rising. \u201cRun along into the dining room, Julian; you must be starved. Why, it\u2019s nearly ten o\u2019clock.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m not hungry,\u201d protested Barclay, turning nevertheless toward the entrance to the dining room. \u201cComing this way, Cousin Jane?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I\u2019m going upstairs,\u201d and gathering her belongings together Mrs. Ogden departed.\n\nBarclay found the dining room deserted, and halfheartedly ate the tempting dishes set before him. Inquiry from the butler had elicited the news that Walter Ogden and Professor Norcross had breakfasted and gone down town some time before."}, {"quote": "\u201cBreakfast? Have you had yours?\u201d", "context": "\u201d exclaimed Mrs. Ogden, interrupting in her turn.\n\n\u201cNo, no,\u201d Barclay moved restlessly. \u201cQuite the contrary, she laundered some handkerchiefs for me, and I\u2019d like to send her a tip.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery thoughtful of you,\u201d commented Mrs. Ogden dryly. \u201cShe can take that tip out in my broken jar. Rose was a better laundress than a parlor maid, although Mrs. Leonard McLane gave her an excellent reference. Don\u2019t you want any breakfast?\u201d\n\n\u201cBreakfast? Have you had yours?\u201d\n\n\u201cAges ago,\u201d and her tone implied the feeling of virtuous satisfaction which accompanies early rising. \u201cRun along into the dining room, Julian; you must be starved. Why, it\u2019s nearly ten o\u2019clock.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m not hungry,\u201d protested Barclay, turning nevertheless toward the entrance to the dining room. \u201cComing this way, Cousin Jane?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I\u2019m going upstairs,\u201d and gathering her belongings together Mrs. Ogden departed.\n\nBarclay found the dining room deserted, and halfheartedly ate the tempting dishes set before him. Inquiry from the butler had elicited the news that Walter Ogden and Professor Norcross had breakfasted and gone down town some time before."}, {"quote": "\u201cRun along into the dining room, Julian; you must be starved. Why, it\u2019s nearly ten o\u2019clock.\u201d", "context": "\u201cQuite the contrary, she laundered some handkerchiefs for me, and I\u2019d like to send her a tip.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery thoughtful of you,\u201d commented Mrs. Ogden dryly. \u201cShe can take that tip out in my broken jar. Rose was a better laundress than a parlor maid, although Mrs. Leonard McLane gave her an excellent reference. Don\u2019t you want any breakfast?\u201d\n\n\u201cBreakfast? Have you had yours?\u201d\n\n\u201cAges ago,\u201d and her tone implied the feeling of virtuous satisfaction which accompanies early rising. \u201cRun along into the dining room, Julian; you must be starved. Why, it\u2019s nearly ten o\u2019clock.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m not hungry,\u201d protested Barclay, turning nevertheless toward the entrance to the dining room. \u201cComing this way, Cousin Jane?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I\u2019m going upstairs,\u201d and gathering her belongings together Mrs. Ogden departed.\n\nBarclay found the dining room deserted, and halfheartedly ate the tempting dishes set before him. Inquiry from the butler had elicited the news that Walter Ogden and Professor Norcross had breakfasted and gone down town some time before.\n\n\u201cHas Miss Ogden been down"}, {"quote": "\u201cI\u2019m not hungry,", "context": "\u201d commented Mrs. Ogden dryly. \u201cShe can take that tip out in my broken jar. Rose was a better laundress than a parlor maid, although Mrs. Leonard McLane gave her an excellent reference. Don\u2019t you want any breakfast?\u201d\n\n\u201cBreakfast? Have you had yours?\u201d\n\n\u201cAges ago,\u201d and her tone implied the feeling of virtuous satisfaction which accompanies early rising. \u201cRun along into the dining room, Julian; you must be starved. Why, it\u2019s nearly ten o\u2019clock.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m not hungry,\u201d protested Barclay, turning nevertheless toward the entrance to the dining room. \u201cComing this way, Cousin Jane?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I\u2019m going upstairs,\u201d and gathering her belongings together Mrs. Ogden departed.\n\nBarclay found the dining room deserted, and halfheartedly ate the tempting dishes set before him. Inquiry from the butler had elicited the news that Walter Ogden and Professor Norcross had breakfasted and gone down town some time before.\n\n\u201cHas Miss Ogden been down?\u201d he finally asked the butler, who hovered behind his chair."}, {"quote": "\u201cComing this way, Cousin Jane?\u201d", "context": "\u201cShe can take that tip out in my broken jar. Rose was a better laundress than a parlor maid, although Mrs. Leonard McLane gave her an excellent reference. Don\u2019t you want any breakfast?\u201d\n\n\u201cBreakfast? Have you had yours?\u201d\n\n\u201cAges ago,\u201d and her tone implied the feeling of virtuous satisfaction which accompanies early rising. \u201cRun along into the dining room, Julian; you must be starved. Why, it\u2019s nearly ten o\u2019clock.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m not hungry,\u201d protested Barclay, turning nevertheless toward the entrance to the dining room. \u201cComing this way, Cousin Jane?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I\u2019m going upstairs,\u201d and gathering her belongings together Mrs. Ogden departed.\n\nBarclay found the dining room deserted, and halfheartedly ate the tempting dishes set before him. Inquiry from the butler had elicited the news that Walter Ogden and Professor Norcross had breakfasted and gone down town some time before.\n\n\u201cHas Miss Ogden been down?\u201d he finally asked the butler, who hovered behind his chair.\n\n\u201cNo, sor, she is after breakfastin\u2019 in her room. Another muffin, sor"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, I\u2019m going upstairs,", "context": "\u201cShe can take that tip out in my broken jar. Rose was a better laundress than a parlor maid, although Mrs. Leonard McLane gave her an excellent reference. Don\u2019t you want any breakfast?\u201d\n\n\u201cBreakfast? Have you had yours?\u201d\n\n\u201cAges ago,\u201d and her tone implied the feeling of virtuous satisfaction which accompanies early rising. \u201cRun along into the dining room, Julian; you must be starved. Why, it\u2019s nearly ten o\u2019clock.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m not hungry,\u201d protested Barclay, turning nevertheless toward the entrance to the dining room. \u201cComing this way, Cousin Jane?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I\u2019m going upstairs,\u201d and gathering her belongings together Mrs. Ogden departed.\n\nBarclay found the dining room deserted, and halfheartedly ate the tempting dishes set before him. Inquiry from the butler had elicited the news that Walter Ogden and Professor Norcross had breakfasted and gone down town some time before.\n\n\u201cHas Miss Ogden been down?\u201d he finally asked the butler, who hovered behind his chair.\n\n\u201cNo, sor, she is after breakfastin\u2019 in her room. Another muffin, sor"}, {"quote": "\u201cHas Miss Ogden been down?", "context": "\u201cRun along into the dining room, Julian; you must be starved. Why, it\u2019s nearly ten o\u2019clock.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m not hungry,\u201d protested Barclay, turning nevertheless toward the entrance to the dining room. \u201cComing this way, Cousin Jane?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I\u2019m going upstairs,\u201d and gathering her belongings together Mrs. Ogden departed.\n\nBarclay found the dining room deserted, and halfheartedly ate the tempting dishes set before him. Inquiry from the butler had elicited the news that Walter Ogden and Professor Norcross had breakfasted and gone down town some time before.\n\n\u201cHas Miss Ogden been down?\u201d he finally asked the butler, who hovered behind his chair.\n\n\u201cNo, sor, she is after breakfastin\u2019 in her room. Another muffin, sor?\u201d holding the bread plate coaxingly before him. Barclay was a favorite with the servants.\n\n\u201cNo more, thanks.\u201d Barclay pushed back his plate. \u201cHas Rose, the parlor maid, left the house yet?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sor. I saw her go over an hour ago, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cCan you tell me her full name and address?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, sor, she is after breakfastin\u2019 in her room. Another muffin, sor?", "context": "\u201d protested Barclay, turning nevertheless toward the entrance to the dining room. \u201cComing this way, Cousin Jane?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I\u2019m going upstairs,\u201d and gathering her belongings together Mrs. Ogden departed.\n\nBarclay found the dining room deserted, and halfheartedly ate the tempting dishes set before him. Inquiry from the butler had elicited the news that Walter Ogden and Professor Norcross had breakfasted and gone down town some time before.\n\n\u201cHas Miss Ogden been down?\u201d he finally asked the butler, who hovered behind his chair.\n\n\u201cNo, sor, she is after breakfastin\u2019 in her room. Another muffin, sor?\u201d holding the bread plate coaxingly before him. Barclay was a favorite with the servants.\n\n\u201cNo more, thanks.\u201d Barclay pushed back his plate. \u201cHas Rose, the parlor maid, left the house yet?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sor. I saw her go over an hour ago, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cCan you tell me her full name and address?\u201d\n\n\u201cRose O\u2019Day, sor. She wint direct to the station, sor, an\u2019 I understood her to say she was goin\u2019 to her home in New York, but I dunno her exact address. I\u2019ll ax the cook, sor, if you wish.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo more, thanks.", "context": "Barclay found the dining room deserted, and halfheartedly ate the tempting dishes set before him. Inquiry from the butler had elicited the news that Walter Ogden and Professor Norcross had breakfasted and gone down town some time before.\n\n\u201cHas Miss Ogden been down?\u201d he finally asked the butler, who hovered behind his chair.\n\n\u201cNo, sor, she is after breakfastin\u2019 in her room. Another muffin, sor?\u201d holding the bread plate coaxingly before him. Barclay was a favorite with the servants.\n\n\u201cNo more, thanks.\u201d Barclay pushed back his plate. \u201cHas Rose, the parlor maid, left the house yet?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sor. I saw her go over an hour ago, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cCan you tell me her full name and address?\u201d\n\n\u201cRose O\u2019Day, sor. She wint direct to the station, sor, an\u2019 I understood her to say she was goin\u2019 to her home in New York, but I dunno her exact address. I\u2019ll ax the cook, sor, if you wish.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cHas Rose, the parlor maid, left the house yet?\u201d", "context": "Barclay found the dining room deserted, and halfheartedly ate the tempting dishes set before him. Inquiry from the butler had elicited the news that Walter Ogden and Professor Norcross had breakfasted and gone down town some time before.\n\n\u201cHas Miss Ogden been down?\u201d he finally asked the butler, who hovered behind his chair.\n\n\u201cNo, sor, she is after breakfastin\u2019 in her room. Another muffin, sor?\u201d holding the bread plate coaxingly before him. Barclay was a favorite with the servants.\n\n\u201cNo more, thanks.\u201d Barclay pushed back his plate. \u201cHas Rose, the parlor maid, left the house yet?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sor. I saw her go over an hour ago, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cCan you tell me her full name and address?\u201d\n\n\u201cRose O\u2019Day, sor. She wint direct to the station, sor, an\u2019 I understood her to say she was goin\u2019 to her home in New York, but I dunno her exact address. I\u2019ll ax the cook, sor, if you wish.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo so,\u201d and Barclay, picking up the morning paper left by Ogden, listlessly read its contents. Charles was back in a short time."}, {"quote": "\u201cYes, sor. I saw her go over an hour ago, sor.\u201d", "context": "Barclay found the dining room deserted, and halfheartedly ate the tempting dishes set before him. Inquiry from the butler had elicited the news that Walter Ogden and Professor Norcross had breakfasted and gone down town some time before.\n\n\u201cHas Miss Ogden been down?\u201d he finally asked the butler, who hovered behind his chair.\n\n\u201cNo, sor, she is after breakfastin\u2019 in her room. Another muffin, sor?\u201d holding the bread plate coaxingly before him. Barclay was a favorite with the servants.\n\n\u201cNo more, thanks.\u201d Barclay pushed back his plate. \u201cHas Rose, the parlor maid, left the house yet?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sor. I saw her go over an hour ago, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cCan you tell me her full name and address?\u201d\n\n\u201cRose O\u2019Day, sor. She wint direct to the station, sor, an\u2019 I understood her to say she was goin\u2019 to her home in New York, but I dunno her exact address. I\u2019ll ax the cook, sor, if you wish.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo so,\u201d and Barclay, picking up the morning paper left by Ogden, listlessly read its contents. Charles was back in a short time.\n\n\u201cShe lives somewhere in Cohoes, near Troy, New York, sor; but the cook doesn\u2019t know her house address.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cCan you tell me her full name and address?\u201d", "context": "\u201cHas Miss Ogden been down?\u201d he finally asked the butler, who hovered behind his chair.\n\n\u201cNo, sor, she is after breakfastin\u2019 in her room. Another muffin, sor?\u201d holding the bread plate coaxingly before him. Barclay was a favorite with the servants.\n\n\u201cNo more, thanks.\u201d Barclay pushed back his plate. \u201cHas Rose, the parlor maid, left the house yet?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sor. I saw her go over an hour ago, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cCan you tell me her full name and address?\u201d\n\n\u201cRose O\u2019Day, sor. She wint direct to the station, sor, an\u2019 I understood her to say she was goin\u2019 to her home in New York, but I dunno her exact address. I\u2019ll ax the cook, sor, if you wish.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo so,\u201d and Barclay, picking up the morning paper left by Ogden, listlessly read its contents. Charles was back in a short time.\n\n\u201cShe lives somewhere in Cohoes, near Troy, New York, sor; but the cook doesn\u2019t know her house address.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cRose O\u2019Day, sor. She wint direct to the station, sor, an\u2019 I understood her to say she was goin\u2019 to her home in New York, but I dunno her exact address. I\u2019ll ax the cook, sor, if you wish.\u201d", "context": "\u201d he finally asked the butler, who hovered behind his chair.\n\n\u201cNo, sor, she is after breakfastin\u2019 in her room. Another muffin, sor?\u201d holding the bread plate coaxingly before him. Barclay was a favorite with the servants.\n\n\u201cNo more, thanks.\u201d Barclay pushed back his plate. \u201cHas Rose, the parlor maid, left the house yet?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sor. I saw her go over an hour ago, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cCan you tell me her full name and address?\u201d\n\n\u201cRose O\u2019Day, sor. She wint direct to the station, sor, an\u2019 I understood her to say she was goin\u2019 to her home in New York, but I dunno her exact address. I\u2019ll ax the cook, sor, if you wish.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo so,\u201d and Barclay, picking up the morning paper left by Ogden, listlessly read its contents. Charles was back in a short time.\n\n\u201cShe lives somewhere in Cohoes, near Troy, New York, sor; but the cook doesn\u2019t know her house address.\u201d\n\n\u201cThanks,\u201d Barclay, concealing his disappointment, slipped a tip in Charles\u2019 ready hand. \u201cIs luncheon to be at the usual hour?\u201d\n\n\u201cHalf an hour earlier, sor.\u201d Charles started to clear the table as Barclay rose."}, {"quote": "\u201cShe lives somewhere in Cohoes, near Troy, New York, sor; but the cook doesn\u2019t know her house address.\u201d", "context": "\u201cCan you tell me her full name and address?\u201d\n\n\u201cRose O\u2019Day, sor. She wint direct to the station, sor, an\u2019 I understood her to say she was goin\u2019 to her home in New York, but I dunno her exact address. I\u2019ll ax the cook, sor, if you wish.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo so,\u201d and Barclay, picking up the morning paper left by Ogden, listlessly read its contents. Charles was back in a short time.\n\n\u201cShe lives somewhere in Cohoes, near Troy, New York, sor; but the cook doesn\u2019t know her house address.\u201d\n\n\u201cThanks,\u201d Barclay, concealing his disappointment, slipped a tip in Charles\u2019 ready hand. \u201cIs luncheon to be at the usual hour?\u201d\n\n\u201cHalf an hour earlier, sor.\u201d Charles started to clear the table as Barclay rose. \u201cMrs. Ogden has engaged extra help for the dinner tonight, and I have to show them the silver and things, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope the new servants all come highly recommended,\u201d remarked Barclay, with sarcastic emphasis which the man servant never saw."}, {"quote": "\u201cIs luncheon to be at the usual hour?\u201d", "context": "\u201cRose O\u2019Day, sor. She wint direct to the station, sor, an\u2019 I understood her to say she was goin\u2019 to her home in New York, but I dunno her exact address. I\u2019ll ax the cook, sor, if you wish.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo so,\u201d and Barclay, picking up the morning paper left by Ogden, listlessly read its contents. Charles was back in a short time.\n\n\u201cShe lives somewhere in Cohoes, near Troy, New York, sor; but the cook doesn\u2019t know her house address.\u201d\n\n\u201cThanks,\u201d Barclay, concealing his disappointment, slipped a tip in Charles\u2019 ready hand. \u201cIs luncheon to be at the usual hour?\u201d\n\n\u201cHalf an hour earlier, sor.\u201d Charles started to clear the table as Barclay rose. \u201cMrs. Ogden has engaged extra help for the dinner tonight, and I have to show them the silver and things, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope the new servants all come highly recommended,\u201d remarked Barclay, with sarcastic emphasis which the man servant never saw. \u201cMrs. Ogden\u2019s handsome silver and jewels would be a temptation, a grave temptation, to thieves.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sor.\u201d The butler looked considerably startled."}, {"quote": "\u201cHalf an hour earlier, sor.", "context": "\u201cRose O\u2019Day, sor. She wint direct to the station, sor, an\u2019 I understood her to say she was goin\u2019 to her home in New York, but I dunno her exact address. I\u2019ll ax the cook, sor, if you wish.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo so,\u201d and Barclay, picking up the morning paper left by Ogden, listlessly read its contents. Charles was back in a short time.\n\n\u201cShe lives somewhere in Cohoes, near Troy, New York, sor; but the cook doesn\u2019t know her house address.\u201d\n\n\u201cThanks,\u201d Barclay, concealing his disappointment, slipped a tip in Charles\u2019 ready hand. \u201cIs luncheon to be at the usual hour?\u201d\n\n\u201cHalf an hour earlier, sor.\u201d Charles started to clear the table as Barclay rose. \u201cMrs. Ogden has engaged extra help for the dinner tonight, and I have to show them the silver and things, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope the new servants all come highly recommended,\u201d remarked Barclay, with sarcastic emphasis which the man servant never saw. \u201cMrs. Ogden\u2019s handsome silver and jewels would be a temptation, a grave temptation, to thieves.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sor.\u201d The butler looked considerably startled. \u201cThe extra footmen come from the caterer, sor. Will you take the paper, sor?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cMrs. Ogden has engaged extra help for the dinner tonight, and I have to show them the silver and things, sor.\u201d", "context": "\u201cDo so,\u201d and Barclay, picking up the morning paper left by Ogden, listlessly read its contents. Charles was back in a short time.\n\n\u201cShe lives somewhere in Cohoes, near Troy, New York, sor; but the cook doesn\u2019t know her house address.\u201d\n\n\u201cThanks,\u201d Barclay, concealing his disappointment, slipped a tip in Charles\u2019 ready hand. \u201cIs luncheon to be at the usual hour?\u201d\n\n\u201cHalf an hour earlier, sor.\u201d Charles started to clear the table as Barclay rose. \u201cMrs. Ogden has engaged extra help for the dinner tonight, and I have to show them the silver and things, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope the new servants all come highly recommended,\u201d remarked Barclay, with sarcastic emphasis which the man servant never saw. \u201cMrs. Ogden\u2019s handsome silver and jewels would be a temptation, a grave temptation, to thieves.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sor.\u201d The butler looked considerably startled. \u201cThe extra footmen come from the caterer, sor. Will you take the paper, sor?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I\u2019ve read it,\u201d and stuffing his hands in his pockets Barclay left the room. In the hall he went direct to the mantel and stared dully at the remaining Dresden jar. Inwardly he anathematized the absent-mindedness which had cost him the loss of his most precious possession."}, {"quote": "\u201cI hope the new servants all come highly recommended,", "context": "\u201cShe lives somewhere in Cohoes, near Troy, New York, sor; but the cook doesn\u2019t know her house address.\u201d\n\n\u201cThanks,\u201d Barclay, concealing his disappointment, slipped a tip in Charles\u2019 ready hand. \u201cIs luncheon to be at the usual hour?\u201d\n\n\u201cHalf an hour earlier, sor.\u201d Charles started to clear the table as Barclay rose. \u201cMrs. Ogden has engaged extra help for the dinner tonight, and I have to show them the silver and things, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope the new servants all come highly recommended,\u201d remarked Barclay, with sarcastic emphasis which the man servant never saw. \u201cMrs. Ogden\u2019s handsome silver and jewels would be a temptation, a grave temptation, to thieves.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sor.\u201d The butler looked considerably startled. \u201cThe extra footmen come from the caterer, sor. Will you take the paper, sor?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I\u2019ve read it,\u201d and stuffing his hands in his pockets Barclay left the room. In the hall he went direct to the mantel and stared dully at the remaining Dresden jar. Inwardly he anathematized the absent-mindedness which had cost him the loss of his most precious possession."}, {"quote": "\u201cMrs. Ogden\u2019s handsome silver and jewels would be a temptation, a grave temptation, to thieves.\u201d", "context": "\u201cThanks,\u201d Barclay, concealing his disappointment, slipped a tip in Charles\u2019 ready hand. \u201cIs luncheon to be at the usual hour?\u201d\n\n\u201cHalf an hour earlier, sor.\u201d Charles started to clear the table as Barclay rose. \u201cMrs. Ogden has engaged extra help for the dinner tonight, and I have to show them the silver and things, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope the new servants all come highly recommended,\u201d remarked Barclay, with sarcastic emphasis which the man servant never saw. \u201cMrs. Ogden\u2019s handsome silver and jewels would be a temptation, a grave temptation, to thieves.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sor.\u201d The butler looked considerably startled. \u201cThe extra footmen come from the caterer, sor. Will you take the paper, sor?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I\u2019ve read it,\u201d and stuffing his hands in his pockets Barclay left the room. In the hall he went direct to the mantel and stared dully at the remaining Dresden jar. Inwardly he anathematized the absent-mindedness which had cost him the loss of his most precious possession.\n\nHad Rose, the parlor maid, seen Ethel\u2019s miniature before she broke the china jar, and stolen it, or had the miniature also been destroyed in the fall? The latter hardly seemed likely, for he had found no trace of broken glass or ivory among the china. She might have accidently broken the miniature and stolen the gold case, but even then there would have been some ivory or glass picked up in the d\u00e9bris. Barclay sighed heavily. Undoubtedly the girl had stolen the miniature, for what reason he could not imagine, and his best plan was to go to Cohoes and try and find her."}, {"quote": "\u201cThe extra footmen come from the caterer, sor. Will you take the paper, sor?\u201d", "context": "\u201cHalf an hour earlier, sor.\u201d Charles started to clear the table as Barclay rose. \u201cMrs. Ogden has engaged extra help for the dinner tonight, and I have to show them the silver and things, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope the new servants all come highly recommended,\u201d remarked Barclay, with sarcastic emphasis which the man servant never saw. \u201cMrs. Ogden\u2019s handsome silver and jewels would be a temptation, a grave temptation, to thieves.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sor.\u201d The butler looked considerably startled. \u201cThe extra footmen come from the caterer, sor. Will you take the paper, sor?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I\u2019ve read it,\u201d and stuffing his hands in his pockets Barclay left the room. In the hall he went direct to the mantel and stared dully at the remaining Dresden jar. Inwardly he anathematized the absent-mindedness which had cost him the loss of his most precious possession.\n\nHad Rose, the parlor maid, seen Ethel\u2019s miniature before she broke the china jar, and stolen it, or had the miniature also been destroyed in the fall? The latter hardly seemed likely, for he had found no trace of broken glass or ivory among the china. She might have accidently broken the miniature and stolen the gold case, but even then there would have been some ivory or glass picked up in the d\u00e9bris. Barclay sighed heavily. Undoubtedly the girl had stolen the miniature, for what reason he could not imagine, and his best plan was to go to Cohoes and try and find her."}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, I\u2019ve read it,", "context": "\u201cMrs. Ogden has engaged extra help for the dinner tonight, and I have to show them the silver and things, sor.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hope the new servants all come highly recommended,\u201d remarked Barclay, with sarcastic emphasis which the man servant never saw. \u201cMrs. Ogden\u2019s handsome silver and jewels would be a temptation, a grave temptation, to thieves.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sor.\u201d The butler looked considerably startled. \u201cThe extra footmen come from the caterer, sor. Will you take the paper, sor?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I\u2019ve read it,\u201d and stuffing his hands in his pockets Barclay left the room. In the hall he went direct to the mantel and stared dully at the remaining Dresden jar. Inwardly he anathematized the absent-mindedness which had cost him the loss of his most precious possession.\n\nHad Rose, the parlor maid, seen Ethel\u2019s miniature before she broke the china jar, and stolen it, or had the miniature also been destroyed in the fall? The latter hardly seemed likely, for he had found no trace of broken glass or ivory among the china. She might have accidently broken the miniature and stolen the gold case, but even then there would have been some ivory or glass picked up in the d\u00e9bris. Barclay sighed heavily. Undoubtedly the girl had stolen the miniature, for what reason he could not imagine, and his best plan was to go to Cohoes and try and find her."}, {"quote": "\u201cWrong number, excuse me, please,", "context": "On his way to his bedroom Barclay paused in front of Walter Ogden\u2019s den and listened. Had Ethel taken up her customary post in the den? The tinkle of the telephone bell sounded behind the closed door, and he heard her voice answering the call. A great yearning to see her swept over him, and he raised his hand to knock at the closed door, but the muscles contracted at a sudden thought, and his knuckles touched the mahogany so lightly that no sound followed the contact. With a gesture of despair he continued his way down the corridor.\n\nBarclay\u2019s presence outside the door had not gone undetected. Ethel, one hand resting on the desk, waited breathlessly as his familiar footsteps sounded down the corridor and stopped before the den. Would he come in? Her sad eyes brightened at the thought. Instinctively she answered the telephone\u2019s abrupt summons, and as she received the Central\u2019s apologetic: \u201cWrong number, excuse me, please,\u201d she heard Barclay\u2019s receding footsteps and turned wearily back to her work.\n\nAs the morning wore on her attention wandered, and throwing down her pen in despair, she took from the top drawer of her typewriting desk a small object, and removing the chamois, looked at her miniature.\n\nAll through the sleepless night, when her tired brain refused to refute or accept the evidence of Julian Barclay\u2019s complicity in the poisoning of Dwight Tilghman, and agonizing sobs shook her, the touch of the miniature under her pillow had brought a ray of comfort. Julian Barclay had treasured her miniature, had kissed it -- Ethel had slipped the miniature out of its chamois covering, and fallen into fitful slumber holding it against her white cheek."}, {"quote": "\u201che had no more money to spare.", "context": "The idea brought a lump to Ethel\u2019s throat. If so, it was but one more evidence of his guilt. That he was guilty there would be no doubt -- his own words to Ito at their clandestine meeting proved a secret understanding and bribery. Ito, a fugitive from justice, would not have risked exposure by entering the Ogden residence unless the matter had been one of desperate importance. Probably her appearance downstairs had frightened him away, and Julian Barclay, not having seen the cause of his flight, had gone in pursuit to tell the Japanese -- what? -- that \u201che had no more money to spare.\u201d The inference was all too plain.\n\nWith slow, unwilling fingers, Ethel summed up the evidence against Julian Barclay on the paper pad before her. He was a passenger on the train with Dwight Tilghman; he was the last person known to have seen Dwight Tilghman alive; he had lied when stating that he had been sight-seeing about Atlanta at the time the crime was committed. A hand wearing a jade ring, the duplicate of one he had since given her, had been seen by her mother through a Pullman car window holding a paper, which by its size and shape might easily have contained a powdered poison, at an angle which suggested the act of pouring something into a cup; and if that was not enough, only a few short hours before, she, Ethel, and Professor Norcross had seen him meet Yoshida Ito, the supposed murderer, clandestinely, and his words:"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo more money to spare,", "context": "With slow, unwilling fingers, Ethel summed up the evidence against Julian Barclay on the paper pad before her. He was a passenger on the train with Dwight Tilghman; he was the last person known to have seen Dwight Tilghman alive; he had lied when stating that he had been sight-seeing about Atlanta at the time the crime was committed. A hand wearing a jade ring, the duplicate of one he had since given her, had been seen by her mother through a Pullman car window holding a paper, which by its size and shape might easily have contained a powdered poison, at an angle which suggested the act of pouring something into a cup; and if that was not enough, only a few short hours before, she, Ethel, and Professor Norcross had seen him meet Yoshida Ito, the supposed murderer, clandestinely, and his words: \u201cNo more money to spare,\u201d implied that he had furnished the Japanese with sums in the past. Hush money!\n\nEthel, through a blur of tears, stared before her, then in a sudden revulsion of feeling, she tore the paper on which she had been writing into tiny bits. Where she had given her love she had given her loyalty. Evidence might be against Julian Barclay, but a motive for the crime was missing.\n\nDashing the tears from her eyes, she again examined the miniature by aid of the magnifying glass. Suddenly her conversation with Barclay at the Japanese Embassy reception flashed into her mind; had that inspired him to have her miniature painted? She knew of no one else who would have gone to the expense, except possibly James Patterson, and she felt confident that he would not have done it without first speaking to her. No, Julian Barclay must have had the painting executed, the act itself fitted in with his romantic, quixotic courtship of her. There only remained the question of time -- could the miniature have been painted in the short time she had known him?"}, {"quote": "\u201cLuncheon is served, Miss Ethel,", "context": "Dashing the tears from her eyes, she again examined the miniature by aid of the magnifying glass. Suddenly her conversation with Barclay at the Japanese Embassy reception flashed into her mind; had that inspired him to have her miniature painted? She knew of no one else who would have gone to the expense, except possibly James Patterson, and she felt confident that he would not have done it without first speaking to her. No, Julian Barclay must have had the painting executed, the act itself fitted in with his romantic, quixotic courtship of her. There only remained the question of time -- could the miniature have been painted in the short time she had known him?\n\nCarrying the miniature over to the light Ethel almost stared her painted prototype out of countenance; then wrinkled her forehead in a puzzled frown. She had discovered another startling fact -- every detail of the gown she was wearing in the miniature was unfamiliar; she had never owned or worn one like it!\n\nA loud knock at the door awoke her from her bewilderment.\n\n\u201cLuncheon is served, Miss Ethel,\u201d announced Charles, opening the door in response to her call.\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll be right down; tell Mrs. Ogden not to wait for me,\u201d and as she spoke, Ethel replaced the chamois about the miniature and laid it in her desk drawer, alongside Julian Barclay\u2019s jade ring. Pausing only long enough to arrange her curly hair and pinch some color in her cheeks she hastened down to the dining room.\n\n\u201cJust a light lunch, Ethel,\u201d said Mrs. Ogden, as Professor Norcross rose and pulled back her chair."}, {"quote": "\u201cI\u2019ll be right down; tell Mrs. Ogden not to wait for me,", "context": "Carrying the miniature over to the light Ethel almost stared her painted prototype out of countenance; then wrinkled her forehead in a puzzled frown. She had discovered another startling fact -- every detail of the gown she was wearing in the miniature was unfamiliar; she had never owned or worn one like it!\n\nA loud knock at the door awoke her from her bewilderment.\n\n\u201cLuncheon is served, Miss Ethel,\u201d announced Charles, opening the door in response to her call.\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll be right down; tell Mrs. Ogden not to wait for me,\u201d and as she spoke, Ethel replaced the chamois about the miniature and laid it in her desk drawer, alongside Julian Barclay\u2019s jade ring. Pausing only long enough to arrange her curly hair and pinch some color in her cheeks she hastened down to the dining room.\n\n\u201cJust a light lunch, Ethel,\u201d said Mrs. Ogden, as Professor Norcross rose and pulled back her chair. \u201cWalter telephoned he would not be back from the Capitol, and Julian hasn\u2019t shown up.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cJust a light lunch, Ethel,", "context": "A loud knock at the door awoke her from her bewilderment.\n\n\u201cLuncheon is served, Miss Ethel,\u201d announced Charles, opening the door in response to her call.\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll be right down; tell Mrs. Ogden not to wait for me,\u201d and as she spoke, Ethel replaced the chamois about the miniature and laid it in her desk drawer, alongside Julian Barclay\u2019s jade ring. Pausing only long enough to arrange her curly hair and pinch some color in her cheeks she hastened down to the dining room.\n\n\u201cJust a light lunch, Ethel,\u201d said Mrs. Ogden, as Professor Norcross rose and pulled back her chair. \u201cWalter telephoned he would not be back from the Capitol, and Julian hasn\u2019t shown up.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe\u2019s comin\u2019 now, Mrs. Ogden,\u201d volunteered the butler, and Barclay appeared a second later.\n\nBarclay\u2019s words of apology were addressed to Mrs. Ogden, but his eyes sought Ethel as a needle seeks its magnet. The dining room was not well lighted, and he failed to catch her expression as she returned his greeting, but under cover of Mrs. Ogden\u2019s incessant talk his glance stole again and again to the silent girl on his right. Mrs. Ogden at last awoke to the increasing darkness as wind clouds obscured the sunshine, and directed Charles to switch on the electric lights, to Barclay\u2019s secret satisfaction. He never wearied of looking at Ethel."}, {"quote": "\u201cWalter telephoned he would not be back from the Capitol, and Julian hasn\u2019t shown up.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI\u2019ll be right down; tell Mrs. Ogden not to wait for me,\u201d and as she spoke, Ethel replaced the chamois about the miniature and laid it in her desk drawer, alongside Julian Barclay\u2019s jade ring. Pausing only long enough to arrange her curly hair and pinch some color in her cheeks she hastened down to the dining room.\n\n\u201cJust a light lunch, Ethel,\u201d said Mrs. Ogden, as Professor Norcross rose and pulled back her chair. \u201cWalter telephoned he would not be back from the Capitol, and Julian hasn\u2019t shown up.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe\u2019s comin\u2019 now, Mrs. Ogden,\u201d volunteered the butler, and Barclay appeared a second later.\n\nBarclay\u2019s words of apology were addressed to Mrs. Ogden, but his eyes sought Ethel as a needle seeks its magnet. The dining room was not well lighted, and he failed to catch her expression as she returned his greeting, but under cover of Mrs. Ogden\u2019s incessant talk his glance stole again and again to the silent girl on his right. Mrs. Ogden at last awoke to the increasing darkness as wind clouds obscured the sunshine, and directed Charles to switch on the electric lights, to Barclay\u2019s secret satisfaction. He never wearied of looking at Ethel."}, {"quote": "\u201cHe\u2019s comin\u2019 now, Mrs. Ogden,", "context": "\u201d and as she spoke, Ethel replaced the chamois about the miniature and laid it in her desk drawer, alongside Julian Barclay\u2019s jade ring. Pausing only long enough to arrange her curly hair and pinch some color in her cheeks she hastened down to the dining room.\n\n\u201cJust a light lunch, Ethel,\u201d said Mrs. Ogden, as Professor Norcross rose and pulled back her chair. \u201cWalter telephoned he would not be back from the Capitol, and Julian hasn\u2019t shown up.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe\u2019s comin\u2019 now, Mrs. Ogden,\u201d volunteered the butler, and Barclay appeared a second later.\n\nBarclay\u2019s words of apology were addressed to Mrs. Ogden, but his eyes sought Ethel as a needle seeks its magnet. The dining room was not well lighted, and he failed to catch her expression as she returned his greeting, but under cover of Mrs. Ogden\u2019s incessant talk his glance stole again and again to the silent girl on his right. Mrs. Ogden at last awoke to the increasing darkness as wind clouds obscured the sunshine, and directed Charles to switch on the electric lights, to Barclay\u2019s secret satisfaction. He never wearied of looking at Ethel."}, {"quote": "\u201cBy the way, Julian, why did you disappear so mysteriously last night?", "context": "Barclay\u2019s words of apology were addressed to Mrs. Ogden, but his eyes sought Ethel as a needle seeks its magnet. The dining room was not well lighted, and he failed to catch her expression as she returned his greeting, but under cover of Mrs. Ogden\u2019s incessant talk his glance stole again and again to the silent girl on his right. Mrs. Ogden at last awoke to the increasing darkness as wind clouds obscured the sunshine, and directed Charles to switch on the electric lights, to Barclay\u2019s secret satisfaction. He never wearied of looking at Ethel.\n\n\u201cBy the way, Julian, why did you disappear so mysteriously last night?\u201d inquired Mrs. Ogden. \u201cYou did not come to my supper party.\u201d\n\n\u201cI owe you a thousand apologies,\u201d exclaimed Barclay flushing. \u201cI confess I never gave it a thought, Cousin Jane,\u201d and at sight of her offended look, he added hastily, \u201cI hope that you will pardon my absent-mindedness when I tell you that among the crowd leaving the theater I saw Yoshida Ito.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d asked Mrs. Ogden. \u201cOh, now I recollect; the Jap who poisoned Dwight Tilghman.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou did not come to my supper party.\u201d", "context": "Barclay\u2019s words of apology were addressed to Mrs. Ogden, but his eyes sought Ethel as a needle seeks its magnet. The dining room was not well lighted, and he failed to catch her expression as she returned his greeting, but under cover of Mrs. Ogden\u2019s incessant talk his glance stole again and again to the silent girl on his right. Mrs. Ogden at last awoke to the increasing darkness as wind clouds obscured the sunshine, and directed Charles to switch on the electric lights, to Barclay\u2019s secret satisfaction. He never wearied of looking at Ethel.\n\n\u201cBy the way, Julian, why did you disappear so mysteriously last night?\u201d inquired Mrs. Ogden. \u201cYou did not come to my supper party.\u201d\n\n\u201cI owe you a thousand apologies,\u201d exclaimed Barclay flushing. \u201cI confess I never gave it a thought, Cousin Jane,\u201d and at sight of her offended look, he added hastily, \u201cI hope that you will pardon my absent-mindedness when I tell you that among the crowd leaving the theater I saw Yoshida Ito.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d asked Mrs. Ogden. \u201cOh, now I recollect; the Jap who poisoned Dwight Tilghman.\u201d\n\n\u201cExactly. And wishing to hand him over to the police, I gave chase.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI owe you a thousand apologies,", "context": "Barclay\u2019s words of apology were addressed to Mrs. Ogden, but his eyes sought Ethel as a needle seeks its magnet. The dining room was not well lighted, and he failed to catch her expression as she returned his greeting, but under cover of Mrs. Ogden\u2019s incessant talk his glance stole again and again to the silent girl on his right. Mrs. Ogden at last awoke to the increasing darkness as wind clouds obscured the sunshine, and directed Charles to switch on the electric lights, to Barclay\u2019s secret satisfaction. He never wearied of looking at Ethel.\n\n\u201cBy the way, Julian, why did you disappear so mysteriously last night?\u201d inquired Mrs. Ogden. \u201cYou did not come to my supper party.\u201d\n\n\u201cI owe you a thousand apologies,\u201d exclaimed Barclay flushing. \u201cI confess I never gave it a thought, Cousin Jane,\u201d and at sight of her offended look, he added hastily, \u201cI hope that you will pardon my absent-mindedness when I tell you that among the crowd leaving the theater I saw Yoshida Ito.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d asked Mrs. Ogden. \u201cOh, now I recollect; the Jap who poisoned Dwight Tilghman.\u201d\n\n\u201cExactly. And wishing to hand him over to the police, I gave chase.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI confess I never gave it a thought, Cousin Jane,", "context": "Barclay\u2019s words of apology were addressed to Mrs. Ogden, but his eyes sought Ethel as a needle seeks its magnet. The dining room was not well lighted, and he failed to catch her expression as she returned his greeting, but under cover of Mrs. Ogden\u2019s incessant talk his glance stole again and again to the silent girl on his right. Mrs. Ogden at last awoke to the increasing darkness as wind clouds obscured the sunshine, and directed Charles to switch on the electric lights, to Barclay\u2019s secret satisfaction. He never wearied of looking at Ethel.\n\n\u201cBy the way, Julian, why did you disappear so mysteriously last night?\u201d inquired Mrs. Ogden. \u201cYou did not come to my supper party.\u201d\n\n\u201cI owe you a thousand apologies,\u201d exclaimed Barclay flushing. \u201cI confess I never gave it a thought, Cousin Jane,\u201d and at sight of her offended look, he added hastily, \u201cI hope that you will pardon my absent-mindedness when I tell you that among the crowd leaving the theater I saw Yoshida Ito.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d asked Mrs. Ogden. \u201cOh, now I recollect; the Jap who poisoned Dwight Tilghman.\u201d\n\n\u201cExactly. And wishing to hand him over to the police, I gave chase.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd did you catch him?\u201d demanded his cousin breathlessly.\n\n\u201cNo, worse luck! He eluded me in the crowd and disappeared in the direction of the Mall.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI hope that you will pardon my absent-mindedness when I tell you that among the crowd leaving the theater I saw Yoshida Ito.\u201d", "context": "Barclay\u2019s words of apology were addressed to Mrs. Ogden, but his eyes sought Ethel as a needle seeks its magnet. The dining room was not well lighted, and he failed to catch her expression as she returned his greeting, but under cover of Mrs. Ogden\u2019s incessant talk his glance stole again and again to the silent girl on his right. Mrs. Ogden at last awoke to the increasing darkness as wind clouds obscured the sunshine, and directed Charles to switch on the electric lights, to Barclay\u2019s secret satisfaction. He never wearied of looking at Ethel.\n\n\u201cBy the way, Julian, why did you disappear so mysteriously last night?\u201d inquired Mrs. Ogden. \u201cYou did not come to my supper party.\u201d\n\n\u201cI owe you a thousand apologies,\u201d exclaimed Barclay flushing. \u201cI confess I never gave it a thought, Cousin Jane,\u201d and at sight of her offended look, he added hastily, \u201cI hope that you will pardon my absent-mindedness when I tell you that among the crowd leaving the theater I saw Yoshida Ito.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d asked Mrs. Ogden. \u201cOh, now I recollect; the Jap who poisoned Dwight Tilghman.\u201d\n\n\u201cExactly. And wishing to hand him over to the police, I gave chase.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd did you catch him?\u201d demanded his cousin breathlessly.\n\n\u201cNo, worse luck! He eluded me in the crowd and disappeared in the direction of the Mall.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid you find any further trace of the Jap?\u201d inquired Ethel, breaking her long silence, and her voice sounded unnatural in her own ears."}, {"quote": "\u201cOh, now I recollect; the Jap who poisoned Dwight Tilghman.\u201d", "context": "\u201cBy the way, Julian, why did you disappear so mysteriously last night?\u201d inquired Mrs. Ogden. \u201cYou did not come to my supper party.\u201d\n\n\u201cI owe you a thousand apologies,\u201d exclaimed Barclay flushing. \u201cI confess I never gave it a thought, Cousin Jane,\u201d and at sight of her offended look, he added hastily, \u201cI hope that you will pardon my absent-mindedness when I tell you that among the crowd leaving the theater I saw Yoshida Ito.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d asked Mrs. Ogden. \u201cOh, now I recollect; the Jap who poisoned Dwight Tilghman.\u201d\n\n\u201cExactly. And wishing to hand him over to the police, I gave chase.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd did you catch him?\u201d demanded his cousin breathlessly.\n\n\u201cNo, worse luck! He eluded me in the crowd and disappeared in the direction of the Mall.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid you find any further trace of the Jap?\u201d inquired Ethel, breaking her long silence, and her voice sounded unnatural in her own ears.\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d Barclay moved a tall glass compote containing nuts, so that he could look directly at her."}, {"quote": "\u201cExactly. And wishing to hand him over to the police, I gave chase.\u201d", "context": "\u201cYou did not come to my supper party.\u201d\n\n\u201cI owe you a thousand apologies,\u201d exclaimed Barclay flushing. \u201cI confess I never gave it a thought, Cousin Jane,\u201d and at sight of her offended look, he added hastily, \u201cI hope that you will pardon my absent-mindedness when I tell you that among the crowd leaving the theater I saw Yoshida Ito.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d asked Mrs. Ogden. \u201cOh, now I recollect; the Jap who poisoned Dwight Tilghman.\u201d\n\n\u201cExactly. And wishing to hand him over to the police, I gave chase.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd did you catch him?\u201d demanded his cousin breathlessly.\n\n\u201cNo, worse luck! He eluded me in the crowd and disappeared in the direction of the Mall.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid you find any further trace of the Jap?\u201d inquired Ethel, breaking her long silence, and her voice sounded unnatural in her own ears.\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d Barclay moved a tall glass compote containing nuts, so that he could look directly at her. \u201cNo. I wandered about that part of the city, questioned the policemen on duty there, and came home. Do you know, Cousin Jane"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, worse luck! He eluded me in the crowd and disappeared in the direction of the Mall.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI confess I never gave it a thought, Cousin Jane,\u201d and at sight of her offended look, he added hastily, \u201cI hope that you will pardon my absent-mindedness when I tell you that among the crowd leaving the theater I saw Yoshida Ito.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d asked Mrs. Ogden. \u201cOh, now I recollect; the Jap who poisoned Dwight Tilghman.\u201d\n\n\u201cExactly. And wishing to hand him over to the police, I gave chase.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd did you catch him?\u201d demanded his cousin breathlessly.\n\n\u201cNo, worse luck! He eluded me in the crowd and disappeared in the direction of the Mall.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid you find any further trace of the Jap?\u201d inquired Ethel, breaking her long silence, and her voice sounded unnatural in her own ears.\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d Barclay moved a tall glass compote containing nuts, so that he could look directly at her. \u201cNo. I wandered about that part of the city, questioned the policemen on duty there, and came home. Do you know, Cousin Jane,\u201d helping himself to a walnut, \u201cthat you had a burglar here last night?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cDid you find any further trace of the Jap?", "context": "\u201cI hope that you will pardon my absent-mindedness when I tell you that among the crowd leaving the theater I saw Yoshida Ito.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is he?\u201d asked Mrs. Ogden. \u201cOh, now I recollect; the Jap who poisoned Dwight Tilghman.\u201d\n\n\u201cExactly. And wishing to hand him over to the police, I gave chase.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd did you catch him?\u201d demanded his cousin breathlessly.\n\n\u201cNo, worse luck! He eluded me in the crowd and disappeared in the direction of the Mall.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid you find any further trace of the Jap?\u201d inquired Ethel, breaking her long silence, and her voice sounded unnatural in her own ears.\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d Barclay moved a tall glass compote containing nuts, so that he could look directly at her. \u201cNo. I wandered about that part of the city, questioned the policemen on duty there, and came home. Do you know, Cousin Jane,\u201d helping himself to a walnut, \u201cthat you had a burglar here last night?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat!\u201d Mrs. Ogden\u2019s fork fell with a clatter into her plate, and her usually rosy cheeks turned pale."}, {"quote": "\u201cNo. I wandered about that part of the city, questioned the policemen on duty there, and came home. Do you know, Cousin Jane,", "context": "\u201cExactly. And wishing to hand him over to the police, I gave chase.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd did you catch him?\u201d demanded his cousin breathlessly.\n\n\u201cNo, worse luck! He eluded me in the crowd and disappeared in the direction of the Mall.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid you find any further trace of the Jap?\u201d inquired Ethel, breaking her long silence, and her voice sounded unnatural in her own ears.\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d Barclay moved a tall glass compote containing nuts, so that he could look directly at her. \u201cNo. I wandered about that part of the city, questioned the policemen on duty there, and came home. Do you know, Cousin Jane,\u201d helping himself to a walnut, \u201cthat you had a burglar here last night?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat!\u201d Mrs. Ogden\u2019s fork fell with a clatter into her plate, and her usually rosy cheeks turned pale.\n\n\u201cFact.\u201d Barclay\u2019s serene smile widened at seeing the concentrated attention which Ethel and Professor Norcross were giving him. \u201cI suppose my sudden and unexpected glimpse of the Jap, Ito, excited me, for I could not sleep and sat up reading. I thought I heard a window open, and stole downstairs just in time to see a man vault through the hall window.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cthat you had a burglar here last night?\u201d", "context": "\u201cNo, worse luck! He eluded me in the crowd and disappeared in the direction of the Mall.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid you find any further trace of the Jap?\u201d inquired Ethel, breaking her long silence, and her voice sounded unnatural in her own ears.\n\n\u201cNo.\u201d Barclay moved a tall glass compote containing nuts, so that he could look directly at her. \u201cNo. I wandered about that part of the city, questioned the policemen on duty there, and came home. Do you know, Cousin Jane,\u201d helping himself to a walnut, \u201cthat you had a burglar here last night?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat!\u201d Mrs. Ogden\u2019s fork fell with a clatter into her plate, and her usually rosy cheeks turned pale.\n\n\u201cFact.\u201d Barclay\u2019s serene smile widened at seeing the concentrated attention which Ethel and Professor Norcross were giving him. \u201cI suppose my sudden and unexpected glimpse of the Jap, Ito, excited me, for I could not sleep and sat up reading. I thought I heard a window open, and stole downstairs just in time to see a man vault through the hall window.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI suppose my sudden and unexpected glimpse of the Jap, Ito, excited me, for I could not sleep and sat up reading. I thought I heard a window open, and stole downstairs just in time to see a man vault through the hall window.\u201d", "context": "\u201cNo.\u201d Barclay moved a tall glass compote containing nuts, so that he could look directly at her. \u201cNo. I wandered about that part of the city, questioned the policemen on duty there, and came home. Do you know, Cousin Jane,\u201d helping himself to a walnut, \u201cthat you had a burglar here last night?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat!\u201d Mrs. Ogden\u2019s fork fell with a clatter into her plate, and her usually rosy cheeks turned pale.\n\n\u201cFact.\u201d Barclay\u2019s serene smile widened at seeing the concentrated attention which Ethel and Professor Norcross were giving him. \u201cI suppose my sudden and unexpected glimpse of the Jap, Ito, excited me, for I could not sleep and sat up reading. I thought I heard a window open, and stole downstairs just in time to see a man vault through the hall window.\u201d\n\n\u201cGood heavens! We might all have been murdered in our beds!\u201d Mrs. Ogden turned a stricken face to the agitated butler. \u201cAny silver missing, Charles?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, madam, not a piece; I\u2019ve just been after acountin\u2019 of it,\u201d he stammered. \u201cI locked up the house as usual, last night, madam, but this mornin\u2019 I did find the pantry window unlocked.\u201d\n\n\u201cProbably that girl, Rose, was a confederate"}, {"quote": "\u201cGood heavens! We might all have been murdered in our beds!", "context": "\u201cWhat!\u201d Mrs. Ogden\u2019s fork fell with a clatter into her plate, and her usually rosy cheeks turned pale.\n\n\u201cFact.\u201d Barclay\u2019s serene smile widened at seeing the concentrated attention which Ethel and Professor Norcross were giving him. \u201cI suppose my sudden and unexpected glimpse of the Jap, Ito, excited me, for I could not sleep and sat up reading. I thought I heard a window open, and stole downstairs just in time to see a man vault through the hall window.\u201d\n\n\u201cGood heavens! We might all have been murdered in our beds!\u201d Mrs. Ogden turned a stricken face to the agitated butler. \u201cAny silver missing, Charles?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, madam, not a piece; I\u2019ve just been after acountin\u2019 of it,\u201d he stammered. \u201cI locked up the house as usual, last night, madam, but this mornin\u2019 I did find the pantry window unlocked.\u201d\n\n\u201cProbably that girl, Rose, was a confederate,\u201d Mrs. Ogden shuddered at the thought."}, {"quote": "\u201cAny silver missing, Charles?\u201d", "context": "\u201cFact.\u201d Barclay\u2019s serene smile widened at seeing the concentrated attention which Ethel and Professor Norcross were giving him. \u201cI suppose my sudden and unexpected glimpse of the Jap, Ito, excited me, for I could not sleep and sat up reading. I thought I heard a window open, and stole downstairs just in time to see a man vault through the hall window.\u201d\n\n\u201cGood heavens! We might all have been murdered in our beds!\u201d Mrs. Ogden turned a stricken face to the agitated butler. \u201cAny silver missing, Charles?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, madam, not a piece; I\u2019ve just been after acountin\u2019 of it,\u201d he stammered. \u201cI locked up the house as usual, last night, madam, but this mornin\u2019 I did find the pantry window unlocked.\u201d\n\n\u201cProbably that girl, Rose, was a confederate,\u201d Mrs. Ogden shuddered at the thought. \u201cThat was why she was so agitated this morning. I\u2019ll notify the police. Could you identify the burglar, Julian?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, madam, not a piece; I\u2019ve just been after acountin\u2019 of it,", "context": "\u201cFact.\u201d Barclay\u2019s serene smile widened at seeing the concentrated attention which Ethel and Professor Norcross were giving him. \u201cI suppose my sudden and unexpected glimpse of the Jap, Ito, excited me, for I could not sleep and sat up reading. I thought I heard a window open, and stole downstairs just in time to see a man vault through the hall window.\u201d\n\n\u201cGood heavens! We might all have been murdered in our beds!\u201d Mrs. Ogden turned a stricken face to the agitated butler. \u201cAny silver missing, Charles?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, madam, not a piece; I\u2019ve just been after acountin\u2019 of it,\u201d he stammered. \u201cI locked up the house as usual, last night, madam, but this mornin\u2019 I did find the pantry window unlocked.\u201d\n\n\u201cProbably that girl, Rose, was a confederate,\u201d Mrs. Ogden shuddered at the thought. \u201cThat was why she was so agitated this morning. I\u2019ll notify the police. Could you identify the burglar, Julian?\u201d\n\nBarclay cracked a nut before answering.\n\n\u201cI couldn\u2019t see very well in the half light"}, {"quote": "\u201cI locked up the house as usual, last night, madam, but this mornin\u2019 I did find the pantry window unlocked.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI suppose my sudden and unexpected glimpse of the Jap, Ito, excited me, for I could not sleep and sat up reading. I thought I heard a window open, and stole downstairs just in time to see a man vault through the hall window.\u201d\n\n\u201cGood heavens! We might all have been murdered in our beds!\u201d Mrs. Ogden turned a stricken face to the agitated butler. \u201cAny silver missing, Charles?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, madam, not a piece; I\u2019ve just been after acountin\u2019 of it,\u201d he stammered. \u201cI locked up the house as usual, last night, madam, but this mornin\u2019 I did find the pantry window unlocked.\u201d\n\n\u201cProbably that girl, Rose, was a confederate,\u201d Mrs. Ogden shuddered at the thought. \u201cThat was why she was so agitated this morning. I\u2019ll notify the police. Could you identify the burglar, Julian?\u201d\n\nBarclay cracked a nut before answering.\n\n\u201cI couldn\u2019t see very well in the half light,\u201d he said. \u201cBut do you know, the man, in size and quickness, reminded me of the Jap, Ito -- -- \u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cProbably that girl, Rose, was a confederate,", "context": "\u201cI suppose my sudden and unexpected glimpse of the Jap, Ito, excited me, for I could not sleep and sat up reading. I thought I heard a window open, and stole downstairs just in time to see a man vault through the hall window.\u201d\n\n\u201cGood heavens! We might all have been murdered in our beds!\u201d Mrs. Ogden turned a stricken face to the agitated butler. \u201cAny silver missing, Charles?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, madam, not a piece; I\u2019ve just been after acountin\u2019 of it,\u201d he stammered. \u201cI locked up the house as usual, last night, madam, but this mornin\u2019 I did find the pantry window unlocked.\u201d\n\n\u201cProbably that girl, Rose, was a confederate,\u201d Mrs. Ogden shuddered at the thought. \u201cThat was why she was so agitated this morning. I\u2019ll notify the police. Could you identify the burglar, Julian?\u201d\n\nBarclay cracked a nut before answering.\n\n\u201cI couldn\u2019t see very well in the half light,\u201d he said. \u201cBut do you know, the man, in size and quickness, reminded me of the Jap, Ito -- -- \u201d\n\nEthel and Norcross exchanged glances across the table.\n\n\u201cDidn\u2019t you see the intruder face to face?\u201d asked Norcross, breaking the pause."}, {"quote": "\u201cThat was why she was so agitated this morning. I\u2019ll notify the police. Could you identify the burglar, Julian?\u201d", "context": "\u201d Mrs. Ogden turned a stricken face to the agitated butler. \u201cAny silver missing, Charles?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, madam, not a piece; I\u2019ve just been after acountin\u2019 of it,\u201d he stammered. \u201cI locked up the house as usual, last night, madam, but this mornin\u2019 I did find the pantry window unlocked.\u201d\n\n\u201cProbably that girl, Rose, was a confederate,\u201d Mrs. Ogden shuddered at the thought. \u201cThat was why she was so agitated this morning. I\u2019ll notify the police. Could you identify the burglar, Julian?\u201d\n\nBarclay cracked a nut before answering.\n\n\u201cI couldn\u2019t see very well in the half light,\u201d he said. \u201cBut do you know, the man, in size and quickness, reminded me of the Jap, Ito -- -- \u201d\n\nEthel and Norcross exchanged glances across the table.\n\n\u201cDidn\u2019t you see the intruder face to face?\u201d asked Norcross, breaking the pause.\n\n\u201cNo, I did not catch up with him,\u201d answered Barclay lightly, and only Ethel\u2019s look of agony stayed the rejoinder on Norcross\u2019 lips."}, {"quote": "\u201cI couldn\u2019t see very well in the half light,", "context": "\u201cNo, madam, not a piece; I\u2019ve just been after acountin\u2019 of it,\u201d he stammered. \u201cI locked up the house as usual, last night, madam, but this mornin\u2019 I did find the pantry window unlocked.\u201d\n\n\u201cProbably that girl, Rose, was a confederate,\u201d Mrs. Ogden shuddered at the thought. \u201cThat was why she was so agitated this morning. I\u2019ll notify the police. Could you identify the burglar, Julian?\u201d\n\nBarclay cracked a nut before answering.\n\n\u201cI couldn\u2019t see very well in the half light,\u201d he said. \u201cBut do you know, the man, in size and quickness, reminded me of the Jap, Ito -- -- \u201d\n\nEthel and Norcross exchanged glances across the table.\n\n\u201cDidn\u2019t you see the intruder face to face?\u201d asked Norcross, breaking the pause.\n\n\u201cNo, I did not catch up with him,\u201d answered Barclay lightly, and only Ethel\u2019s look of agony stayed the rejoinder on Norcross\u2019 lips.\n\nCHAPTER XIII\n\nTHE QUARREL"}, {"quote": "\"So do I, and I've got a little tale that will just suit you, I fancy. The older boys and girls can go and play games if they don't care to hear,", "context": "Long after their school days were over, the six girls kept the white jerseys they wore at the breaking-up festival, as relics of the J. J.; and long after they were scattered far apart, they remembered the lessons which helped them to be what their good friend hoped -- healthy, happy, and useful women.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\nThe Little House In The Garden\n\n\"I think we little ones ought to have a story all to ourselves now,\" said one of the smaller lads, as they gathered round the fire with unabated interest.\n\n\"So do I, and I've got a little tale that will just suit you, I fancy. The older boys and girls can go and play games if they don't care to hear,\" answered Aunt Elinor, producing the well-worn portfolio.\n\n\"Thanks, we will try a bit, and if it is very namby pamby we can run,\" said Geoff, catching sight of the name of the first chapter. Aunt Elinor smiled and began to read about\n\nTHE LITTLE HOUSE IN THE GARDEN.\n\nI. BEARS.\n\nA brown bear was the first tenant; in fact, it was built for him, and this is the way it happened: -- "}, {"quote": "\"Thanks, we will try a bit, and if it is very namby pamby we can run,", "context": "[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\nThe Little House In The Garden\n\n\"I think we little ones ought to have a story all to ourselves now,\" said one of the smaller lads, as they gathered round the fire with unabated interest.\n\n\"So do I, and I've got a little tale that will just suit you, I fancy. The older boys and girls can go and play games if they don't care to hear,\" answered Aunt Elinor, producing the well-worn portfolio.\n\n\"Thanks, we will try a bit, and if it is very namby pamby we can run,\" said Geoff, catching sight of the name of the first chapter. Aunt Elinor smiled and began to read about\n\nTHE LITTLE HOUSE IN THE GARDEN.\n\nI. BEARS.\n\nA brown bear was the first tenant; in fact, it was built for him, and this is the way it happened: -- \n\nA man and his wife were driving through the woods up among the mountains, and hearing a queer sound looked about them till they spied two baby bears in a tree.\n\n\"Those must be the cubs of the old bear that was killed last week"}, {"quote": "\"Those must be the cubs of the old bear that was killed last week,", "context": "\" said Geoff, catching sight of the name of the first chapter. Aunt Elinor smiled and began to read about\n\nTHE LITTLE HOUSE IN THE GARDEN.\n\nI. BEARS.\n\nA brown bear was the first tenant; in fact, it was built for him, and this is the way it happened: -- \n\nA man and his wife were driving through the woods up among the mountains, and hearing a queer sound looked about them till they spied two baby bears in a tree.\n\n\"Those must be the cubs of the old bear that was killed last week,\" said Mr. Hitchcock, much interested all at once.\n\n\"Poor little things! how will they get on without their mother? They look half scared to death, and cry like real babies,\" said the kind woman.\n\n\"They will starve if we don't take care of them. I'll shake them down; you catch them in your shawl and we'll see what we can do for them.\"\n\nSo Mr. Hitchcock climbed up the tree, to the great dismay of the two orphans, who growled funny little growls and crept as far out on the branch as they dared."}, {"quote": "\"Poor little things! how will they get on without their mother? They look half scared to death, and cry like real babies,", "context": "THE LITTLE HOUSE IN THE GARDEN.\n\nI. BEARS.\n\nA brown bear was the first tenant; in fact, it was built for him, and this is the way it happened: -- \n\nA man and his wife were driving through the woods up among the mountains, and hearing a queer sound looked about them till they spied two baby bears in a tree.\n\n\"Those must be the cubs of the old bear that was killed last week,\" said Mr. Hitchcock, much interested all at once.\n\n\"Poor little things! how will they get on without their mother? They look half scared to death, and cry like real babies,\" said the kind woman.\n\n\"They will starve if we don't take care of them. I'll shake them down; you catch them in your shawl and we'll see what we can do for them.\"\n\nSo Mr. Hitchcock climbed up the tree, to the great dismay of the two orphans, who growled funny little growls and crept as far out on the branch as they dared.\n\n\"Shake easy, John, or they will fall and be killed,\" cried the wife, holding out her shawl for this new kind of fruit to fall into."}, {"quote": "\"They will starve if we don't take care of them. I'll shake them down; you catch them in your shawl and we'll see what we can do for them.\"", "context": "A brown bear was the first tenant; in fact, it was built for him, and this is the way it happened: -- \n\nA man and his wife were driving through the woods up among the mountains, and hearing a queer sound looked about them till they spied two baby bears in a tree.\n\n\"Those must be the cubs of the old bear that was killed last week,\" said Mr. Hitchcock, much interested all at once.\n\n\"Poor little things! how will they get on without their mother? They look half scared to death, and cry like real babies,\" said the kind woman.\n\n\"They will starve if we don't take care of them. I'll shake them down; you catch them in your shawl and we'll see what we can do for them.\"\n\nSo Mr. Hitchcock climbed up the tree, to the great dismay of the two orphans, who growled funny little growls and crept as far out on the branch as they dared.\n\n\"Shake easy, John, or they will fall and be killed,\" cried the wife, holding out her shawl for this new kind of fruit to fall into.\n\nDown they came, one after the other, and at first were too frightened to fight; so Mr. Hitchcock got them into the wagon safely bundled up, and Mrs. Hitchcock soothed their alarm by gentle pattings and motherly words, till they ceased to struggle, and cuddled down to sleep like two confiding puppies, for they were not much bigger."}, {"quote": "\"Shake easy, John, or they will fall and be killed,", "context": "\"Poor little things! how will they get on without their mother? They look half scared to death, and cry like real babies,\" said the kind woman.\n\n\"They will starve if we don't take care of them. I'll shake them down; you catch them in your shawl and we'll see what we can do for them.\"\n\nSo Mr. Hitchcock climbed up the tree, to the great dismay of the two orphans, who growled funny little growls and crept as far out on the branch as they dared.\n\n\"Shake easy, John, or they will fall and be killed,\" cried the wife, holding out her shawl for this new kind of fruit to fall into.\n\nDown they came, one after the other, and at first were too frightened to fight; so Mr. Hitchcock got them into the wagon safely bundled up, and Mrs. Hitchcock soothed their alarm by gentle pattings and motherly words, till they ceased to struggle, and cuddled down to sleep like two confiding puppies, for they were not much bigger.\n\nMr. Hitchcock kept the hotel that stood at the foot of the king of the mountains, and in summer the house was full of people; so he was glad of any new attraction, and the little bears were the delight of many children. At first, Tom and Jerry trotted and tumbled about like frolicsome puppies, and led easy lives, -- petted, fed and admired, till they grew so big and bold that, like other young creatures, their pranks made mischief as well as fun."}, {"quote": "\"The wolf! the wolf!", "context": "By and by Charlie did come up, late and tired, and having forgotten a lamp, undressed in the moonlight, observing nothing till about to step into bed; then, finding something rolled up in the clothes, thought it a joke of the other boys, caught up a racket and began to bang away at the suspicious bundle. A scene of wild confusion followed, for Jerry growled and clawed and couldn't get out; Georgie woke, and thinking his bed-fellow was his brother being abused by some frolicsome mate, held on to Jerry, defending him bravely, till a rent in the sheet allowed a shaggy head to appear, so close to his own that the poor child was painfully reminded of Red Riding Hood's false grandmother. Charlie was speechless with laughter at this discovery, and while Jerry bounced about the bed snarling and hugging pillows as he tried to get free, terrified Georgie rushed down the hall screaming, \"The wolf! the wolf!\" till he took refuge in his mother's room.\n\nOut popped night-capped heads, anxious voices cried, \"Is it fire?\" and in a moment the house was astir. The panic might have been serious if Jerry had not come galloping down stairs, hotly pursued by Charlie in his night-gown, still belaboring the poor beast, and howling, \"He was in my bed! He scared George! I'll thrash him!\"\n\nThen the alarmed ladies and gentlemen laughed and grew calm, while the boys all turned out and hunted Jerry up stairs and down, till he was captured and ignominiously lugged away to be tied in the barn."}, {"quote": "\"He was in my bed! He scared George! I'll thrash him!\"", "context": "By and by Charlie did come up, late and tired, and having forgotten a lamp, undressed in the moonlight, observing nothing till about to step into bed; then, finding something rolled up in the clothes, thought it a joke of the other boys, caught up a racket and began to bang away at the suspicious bundle. A scene of wild confusion followed, for Jerry growled and clawed and couldn't get out; Georgie woke, and thinking his bed-fellow was his brother being abused by some frolicsome mate, held on to Jerry, defending him bravely, till a rent in the sheet allowed a shaggy head to appear, so close to his own that the poor child was painfully reminded of Red Riding Hood's false grandmother. Charlie was speechless with laughter at this discovery, and while Jerry bounced about the bed snarling and hugging pillows as he tried to get free, terrified Georgie rushed down the hall screaming, \"The wolf! the wolf!\" till he took refuge in his mother's room.\n\nOut popped night-capped heads, anxious voices cried, \"Is it fire?\" and in a moment the house was astir. The panic might have been serious if Jerry had not come galloping down stairs, hotly pursued by Charlie in his night-gown, still belaboring the poor beast, and howling, \"He was in my bed! He scared George! I'll thrash him!\"\n\nThen the alarmed ladies and gentlemen laughed and grew calm, while the boys all turned out and hunted Jerry up stairs and down, till he was captured and ignominiously lugged away to be tied in the barn.\n\nThat prank sealed his fate, and he went to join his brother in captivity. Here they lived for a year, and went to housekeeping in a den in the bank, with a trough for their food, and a high, knotted pole to climb on. They had many visitors, and learned a few tricks, but were not happy bears; for they longed to be free, and the older they grew, the more they sighed for the great forest where they were born."}, {"quote": "\"I wish my father would buy him,", "context": "Jerry had no accomplishments, but his sweet temper made many friends. He let the doves eat with him, the kittens frolic all over his broad back, and was never rough with the small people who timidly offered the buns he took so gently from their little hands. But he pined in captivity, refused his food, and lay in his den all day, or climbed to the top of the pole and sat there looking off to the cool, dark forest, with such a pensive air that Fan said it made her heart ache to see him. Just before the season ended, Jerry disappeared. No one could imagine how the chain broke, but gone he was, and never came back, to Fan's satisfaction and Tom's great sorrow. He mourned for his brother, and Mr. Hitchcock began to talk of killing him; for it would not do to let two bears loose in the neighborhood, as they sometimes killed sheep and did much harm.\n\n\"I wish my father would buy him,\" said Fred, \"I've always wanted a menagerie, and a tame bear would be a capital beginning.\"\n\n\"I'll ask him, for I hate to have the poor old fellow killed,\" answered Fan. She not only begged papa to buy Tom, but confessed that she filed Jerry's chain and helped him to escape.\n\n\"I know it was wrong, but I couldn't see him suffer,\" she said. \"Now if you buy Tom I'll give you my five dollars to help, and Mr. Hitchcock will forgive me and be glad to get rid of both the bears.\""}, {"quote": "\"I've always wanted a menagerie, and a tame bear would be a capital beginning.\"", "context": "Jerry had no accomplishments, but his sweet temper made many friends. He let the doves eat with him, the kittens frolic all over his broad back, and was never rough with the small people who timidly offered the buns he took so gently from their little hands. But he pined in captivity, refused his food, and lay in his den all day, or climbed to the top of the pole and sat there looking off to the cool, dark forest, with such a pensive air that Fan said it made her heart ache to see him. Just before the season ended, Jerry disappeared. No one could imagine how the chain broke, but gone he was, and never came back, to Fan's satisfaction and Tom's great sorrow. He mourned for his brother, and Mr. Hitchcock began to talk of killing him; for it would not do to let two bears loose in the neighborhood, as they sometimes killed sheep and did much harm.\n\n\"I wish my father would buy him,\" said Fred, \"I've always wanted a menagerie, and a tame bear would be a capital beginning.\"\n\n\"I'll ask him, for I hate to have the poor old fellow killed,\" answered Fan. She not only begged papa to buy Tom, but confessed that she filed Jerry's chain and helped him to escape.\n\n\"I know it was wrong, but I couldn't see him suffer,\" she said. \"Now if you buy Tom I'll give you my five dollars to help, and Mr. Hitchcock will forgive me and be glad to get rid of both the bears.\"\n\nAfter some consultation Tom was bought, and orders were sent to have a house built for him in a sunny corner of the garden, with strong rings to chain him to, and a good lock on the door to keep him in. When he was settled in these new quarters he held daily receptions for some weeks. Young and old came to see him, and Fred showed off his menagerie with the pride of a budding Barnum. A bare spot was soon worn on the grass where Tom's parade ground was, and at all hours the poor fellow might be seen dancing and drilling, or sitting at his door, thoughtfully surveying the curious crowd, and privately wishing he never had been born."}, {"quote": "\"I'll ask him, for I hate to have the poor old fellow killed,", "context": "Jerry had no accomplishments, but his sweet temper made many friends. He let the doves eat with him, the kittens frolic all over his broad back, and was never rough with the small people who timidly offered the buns he took so gently from their little hands. But he pined in captivity, refused his food, and lay in his den all day, or climbed to the top of the pole and sat there looking off to the cool, dark forest, with such a pensive air that Fan said it made her heart ache to see him. Just before the season ended, Jerry disappeared. No one could imagine how the chain broke, but gone he was, and never came back, to Fan's satisfaction and Tom's great sorrow. He mourned for his brother, and Mr. Hitchcock began to talk of killing him; for it would not do to let two bears loose in the neighborhood, as they sometimes killed sheep and did much harm.\n\n\"I wish my father would buy him,\" said Fred, \"I've always wanted a menagerie, and a tame bear would be a capital beginning.\"\n\n\"I'll ask him, for I hate to have the poor old fellow killed,\" answered Fan. She not only begged papa to buy Tom, but confessed that she filed Jerry's chain and helped him to escape.\n\n\"I know it was wrong, but I couldn't see him suffer,\" she said. \"Now if you buy Tom I'll give you my five dollars to help, and Mr. Hitchcock will forgive me and be glad to get rid of both the bears.\"\n\nAfter some consultation Tom was bought, and orders were sent to have a house built for him in a sunny corner of the garden, with strong rings to chain him to, and a good lock on the door to keep him in. When he was settled in these new quarters he held daily receptions for some weeks. Young and old came to see him, and Fred showed off his menagerie with the pride of a budding Barnum. A bare spot was soon worn on the grass where Tom's parade ground was, and at all hours the poor fellow might be seen dancing and drilling, or sitting at his door, thoughtfully surveying the curious crowd, and privately wishing he never had been born."}, {"quote": "\"I know it was wrong, but I couldn't see him suffer,", "context": "Jerry had no accomplishments, but his sweet temper made many friends. He let the doves eat with him, the kittens frolic all over his broad back, and was never rough with the small people who timidly offered the buns he took so gently from their little hands. But he pined in captivity, refused his food, and lay in his den all day, or climbed to the top of the pole and sat there looking off to the cool, dark forest, with such a pensive air that Fan said it made her heart ache to see him. Just before the season ended, Jerry disappeared. No one could imagine how the chain broke, but gone he was, and never came back, to Fan's satisfaction and Tom's great sorrow. He mourned for his brother, and Mr. Hitchcock began to talk of killing him; for it would not do to let two bears loose in the neighborhood, as they sometimes killed sheep and did much harm.\n\n\"I wish my father would buy him,\" said Fred, \"I've always wanted a menagerie, and a tame bear would be a capital beginning.\"\n\n\"I'll ask him, for I hate to have the poor old fellow killed,\" answered Fan. She not only begged papa to buy Tom, but confessed that she filed Jerry's chain and helped him to escape.\n\n\"I know it was wrong, but I couldn't see him suffer,\" she said. \"Now if you buy Tom I'll give you my five dollars to help, and Mr. Hitchcock will forgive me and be glad to get rid of both the bears.\"\n\nAfter some consultation Tom was bought, and orders were sent to have a house built for him in a sunny corner of the garden, with strong rings to chain him to, and a good lock on the door to keep him in. When he was settled in these new quarters he held daily receptions for some weeks. Young and old came to see him, and Fred showed off his menagerie with the pride of a budding Barnum. A bare spot was soon worn on the grass where Tom's parade ground was, and at all hours the poor fellow might be seen dancing and drilling, or sitting at his door, thoughtfully surveying the curious crowd, and privately wishing he never had been born."}, {"quote": "\"Now if you buy Tom I'll give you my five dollars to help, and Mr. Hitchcock will forgive me and be glad to get rid of both the bears.\"", "context": "Jerry had no accomplishments, but his sweet temper made many friends. He let the doves eat with him, the kittens frolic all over his broad back, and was never rough with the small people who timidly offered the buns he took so gently from their little hands. But he pined in captivity, refused his food, and lay in his den all day, or climbed to the top of the pole and sat there looking off to the cool, dark forest, with such a pensive air that Fan said it made her heart ache to see him. Just before the season ended, Jerry disappeared. No one could imagine how the chain broke, but gone he was, and never came back, to Fan's satisfaction and Tom's great sorrow. He mourned for his brother, and Mr. Hitchcock began to talk of killing him; for it would not do to let two bears loose in the neighborhood, as they sometimes killed sheep and did much harm.\n\n\"I wish my father would buy him,\" said Fred, \"I've always wanted a menagerie, and a tame bear would be a capital beginning.\"\n\n\"I'll ask him, for I hate to have the poor old fellow killed,\" answered Fan. She not only begged papa to buy Tom, but confessed that she filed Jerry's chain and helped him to escape.\n\n\"I know it was wrong, but I couldn't see him suffer,\" she said. \"Now if you buy Tom I'll give you my five dollars to help, and Mr. Hitchcock will forgive me and be glad to get rid of both the bears.\"\n\nAfter some consultation Tom was bought, and orders were sent to have a house built for him in a sunny corner of the garden, with strong rings to chain him to, and a good lock on the door to keep him in. When he was settled in these new quarters he held daily receptions for some weeks. Young and old came to see him, and Fred showed off his menagerie with the pride of a budding Barnum. A bare spot was soon worn on the grass where Tom's parade ground was, and at all hours the poor fellow might be seen dancing and drilling, or sitting at his door, thoughtfully surveying the curious crowd, and privately wishing he never had been born."}, {"quote": "\"the pesky critter, afore he took to the woods.\"", "context": "Here he lived for another year, getting so big that he could hardly turn round in his house, and so cross that Fred began to be a little afraid of him after several hugs much too close to be safe or agreeable. One morning the door of the house was found broken off, and Tom gone. Fred was rather relieved; but his father was anxious, and ordered out the boys of the neighborhood to find the runaway, lest he should alarm people or do some harm. It was an easy matter to trace him, for more than one terrified woman had seen the big, brown beast sniffing round her back premises after food; a whole schoolful of children had been startled out of their wits by a bear's head at the window; and one old farmer was in a towering rage over the damage done to his bee-hives and garden patch by \"the pesky critter, afore he took to the woods.\"\n\nAfter a long tramp poor Tom was found rolled up in a sunny nook, resting after a glorious frolic. He went home without much reluctance, but from that time it was hard to keep him. Bolts and bars, chains and ropes were of little use; for when the longing came, off he went, on one occasion carrying the house on his back, like a snail, till he tipped it over and broke loose. Fred was quite worn out with his pranks, and tried to sell or give him away; but nobody would buy or accept such a troublesome pet. Even tender hearted Fan gave him up, when he frightened a little child into a fit and killed some sheep, in his last holiday."}, {"quote": "\"Say good by for me, and kill him as kindly as you can.\"", "context": "After a long tramp poor Tom was found rolled up in a sunny nook, resting after a glorious frolic. He went home without much reluctance, but from that time it was hard to keep him. Bolts and bars, chains and ropes were of little use; for when the longing came, off he went, on one occasion carrying the house on his back, like a snail, till he tipped it over and broke loose. Fred was quite worn out with his pranks, and tried to sell or give him away; but nobody would buy or accept such a troublesome pet. Even tender hearted Fan gave him up, when he frightened a little child into a fit and killed some sheep, in his last holiday.\n\nIt was decided that he must be killed, and a party of men, armed with guns, set out to carry the sentence into effect. Fred went also to see that all was properly done, and Fanny called after him with tears in her eyes: -- \n\n\"Say good by for me, and kill him as kindly as you can.\"\n\nThis time Tom had been gone a week and had evidently made up his mind to be a free bear; for he had wandered far into the deepest wood and made a den for himself among the rocks. Here they found him, but could not persuade him to come out, and no bold Putnam was in the troop, to creep in and conquer him there.\n\n\"Bullets will reach him if we can't, so blaze away, boys, and finish him off. We have fooled away time enough, and I want to get home to supper"}, {"quote": "\"Bullets will reach him if we can't, so blaze away, boys, and finish him off. We have fooled away time enough, and I want to get home to supper,", "context": "It was decided that he must be killed, and a party of men, armed with guns, set out to carry the sentence into effect. Fred went also to see that all was properly done, and Fanny called after him with tears in her eyes: -- \n\n\"Say good by for me, and kill him as kindly as you can.\"\n\nThis time Tom had been gone a week and had evidently made up his mind to be a free bear; for he had wandered far into the deepest wood and made a den for himself among the rocks. Here they found him, but could not persuade him to come out, and no bold Putnam was in the troop, to creep in and conquer him there.\n\n\"Bullets will reach him if we can't, so blaze away, boys, and finish him off. We have fooled away time enough, and I want to get home to supper,\" said the leader of the hunt, after many attempts had been made to lure or drive Tom from his shelter.\n\nSo they \"blazed away,\" and growls of pain proved that some of the bullets had hit. But Tom would not budge, and having used up their ammunition, the disappointed hunters went home resolving to bring dogs next day and finish the job. They were spared the trouble, however, for when Fred looked from his window in the morning he saw that Tom had returned, and ran down to welcome the rebel back. But one look at the poor beast showed him that he had only come home to die; for he was covered with wounds and lay moaning on his bed of straw, looking as pathetic as a bear could, his shaggy coat full of burrs, his head and breast full of shot, and one paw apparently broken."}, {"quote": "\"blazed away,", "context": "This time Tom had been gone a week and had evidently made up his mind to be a free bear; for he had wandered far into the deepest wood and made a den for himself among the rocks. Here they found him, but could not persuade him to come out, and no bold Putnam was in the troop, to creep in and conquer him there.\n\n\"Bullets will reach him if we can't, so blaze away, boys, and finish him off. We have fooled away time enough, and I want to get home to supper,\" said the leader of the hunt, after many attempts had been made to lure or drive Tom from his shelter.\n\nSo they \"blazed away,\" and growls of pain proved that some of the bullets had hit. But Tom would not budge, and having used up their ammunition, the disappointed hunters went home resolving to bring dogs next day and finish the job. They were spared the trouble, however, for when Fred looked from his window in the morning he saw that Tom had returned, and ran down to welcome the rebel back. But one look at the poor beast showed him that he had only come home to die; for he was covered with wounds and lay moaning on his bed of straw, looking as pathetic as a bear could, his shaggy coat full of burrs, his head and breast full of shot, and one paw apparently broken."}, {"quote": "\"with his martial cloak around him,", "context": "Fanny cried over him, and Fred was quite bowed down with remorse; but nothing could be done, and soon, with a vain effort to lick the hands that stroked him, poor Tom lifted his great paw for a farewell shake, and died, with his great head on his master's knee, in token of forgiveness. As if to atone for their seeming cruelty, Fanny hung the little house with black while Tom lay in state, and Fred, resisting all temptations to keep his fine skin, buried him like a warrior \"with his martial cloak around him,\" in the green woods he loved so well.\n\nII. BOYS.\n\nThe next tenants of the little house were three riotous lads, -- for Fred's family moved away, -- and the new comers took possession one fine spring day with great rejoicing over this ready-made plaything. They were queer fellows, of eleven, twelve, and fourteen; for, having read the \"Boys' Froissart\" and other warlike works, they were quite carried away by these stirring tales, and each boy was a hero. Harry, the eldest, was Henry of Navarre, and wore a white plume on every occasion. Ned was the Black Prince, and clanked in tin armor, while little Billy was William Tell and William Wallace by turns."}, {"quote": "\"Boys' Froissart", "context": "Fanny cried over him, and Fred was quite bowed down with remorse; but nothing could be done, and soon, with a vain effort to lick the hands that stroked him, poor Tom lifted his great paw for a farewell shake, and died, with his great head on his master's knee, in token of forgiveness. As if to atone for their seeming cruelty, Fanny hung the little house with black while Tom lay in state, and Fred, resisting all temptations to keep his fine skin, buried him like a warrior \"with his martial cloak around him,\" in the green woods he loved so well.\n\nII. BOYS.\n\nThe next tenants of the little house were three riotous lads, -- for Fred's family moved away, -- and the new comers took possession one fine spring day with great rejoicing over this ready-made plaything. They were queer fellows, of eleven, twelve, and fourteen; for, having read the \"Boys' Froissart\" and other warlike works, they were quite carried away by these stirring tales, and each boy was a hero. Harry, the eldest, was Henry of Navarre, and wore a white plume on every occasion. Ned was the Black Prince, and clanked in tin armor, while little Billy was William Tell and William Wallace by turns.\n\nTom's deserted mansion underwent astonishing changes about this time. Bows and arrows hung on its walls; battle-axes, lances, and guns stood in the corners; helmets, shields, and all manner of strange weapons adorned the rafters; cannon peeped from its port-holes; a drawbridge swung over the moat that soon surrounded it; the flags of all nations waved from its roof, and the small house was by turns an armory, a fort, a castle, a robber's cave, a warrior's tomb, a wigwam, and the Bastile."}, {"quote": "\"What are the Morton boys at now?", "context": "Nor were more modern heroes forgotten. Napoleon crossed the Alps (a muck heap, high fence, and prickly hedge), with intrepid courage. Wellington won many a Waterloo in the melon patch, and Washington glorified every corner of the garden by his heroic exploits. Grant smoked sweet-fern cigars at the fall of Richmond; Sherman marched victoriously to Georgia through the corn and round the tomato bed, and Phil Sheridan electrified the neighborhood by tearing down the road on a much-enduring donkey, stung to unusual agility by matches tied to his tail.\n\nIt grew to be an almost daily question among the young people, \"What are the Morton boys at now?\" for these interesting youths were much admired by their mates, who eagerly manned the fences to behold the revels, when scouts brought word of a new play going on. Mrs. Morton believed in making boys happy at home, and so allowed them entire liberty in the great garden, as it was safer than river, streets, or ball-ground, where a very mixed crowd was to be found. Here they were under her own eye, and the safe, sweet tie between them still held fast; for she was never too busy to bind up their wounds after a fray, wave her handkerchief when cheers told of victory, rummage her stores for costumes, or join in their eager study of favorite heroes when rain put an end to their out-of-door fun."}, {"quote": "\"Bobby wants to be a knight of the Round Table. We might take him in and have fun with the rites, and make him keep a vigil and all that,", "context": "\" for these interesting youths were much admired by their mates, who eagerly manned the fences to behold the revels, when scouts brought word of a new play going on. Mrs. Morton believed in making boys happy at home, and so allowed them entire liberty in the great garden, as it was safer than river, streets, or ball-ground, where a very mixed crowd was to be found. Here they were under her own eye, and the safe, sweet tie between them still held fast; for she was never too busy to bind up their wounds after a fray, wave her handkerchief when cheers told of victory, rummage her stores for costumes, or join in their eager study of favorite heroes when rain put an end to their out-of-door fun.\n\nSo the summer was a lively one, and though the vegetables suffered some damage, a good crop of healthy, happy hours was harvested, and all were satisfied. The little house looked much the worse for the raids made upon it, but still stood firm with the stars and stripes waving over it, and peace seemed to reign one October afternoon as the boys lay under the trees eating apples and planning what to play next.\n\n\"Bobby wants to be a knight of the Round Table. We might take him in and have fun with the rites, and make him keep a vigil and all that,\" proposed William Wallace, anxious to admit his chosen friend to the inner circle of the brotherhood.\n\n\"He's such a little chap he'd be scared and howl. I don't vote for that,\" said the Black Prince, rather scornfully, as he lay with his kingly legs in the air, and his royal mouth full of apple.\n\n\"I do!\" declared Henry of Navarre, always generous, and amiable. \"Bob is a plucky little chap, and will do anything we put him to. He's poor and the other fellows look down on him, so that's another reason why we ought to take him in and stand by him. Let's give him a good trial, and if he's brave, we'll have him.\""}, {"quote": "\"He's such a little chap he'd be scared and howl. I don't vote for that,", "context": "So the summer was a lively one, and though the vegetables suffered some damage, a good crop of healthy, happy hours was harvested, and all were satisfied. The little house looked much the worse for the raids made upon it, but still stood firm with the stars and stripes waving over it, and peace seemed to reign one October afternoon as the boys lay under the trees eating apples and planning what to play next.\n\n\"Bobby wants to be a knight of the Round Table. We might take him in and have fun with the rites, and make him keep a vigil and all that,\" proposed William Wallace, anxious to admit his chosen friend to the inner circle of the brotherhood.\n\n\"He's such a little chap he'd be scared and howl. I don't vote for that,\" said the Black Prince, rather scornfully, as he lay with his kingly legs in the air, and his royal mouth full of apple.\n\n\"I do!\" declared Henry of Navarre, always generous, and amiable. \"Bob is a plucky little chap, and will do anything we put him to. He's poor and the other fellows look down on him, so that's another reason why we ought to take him in and stand by him. Let's give him a good trial, and if he's brave, we'll have him.\""}, {"quote": "\"Bob is a plucky little chap, and will do anything we put him to. He's poor and the other fellows look down on him, so that's another reason why we ought to take him in and stand by him. Let's give him a good trial, and if he's brave, we'll have him.\"", "context": "\"Bobby wants to be a knight of the Round Table. We might take him in and have fun with the rites, and make him keep a vigil and all that,\" proposed William Wallace, anxious to admit his chosen friend to the inner circle of the brotherhood.\n\n\"He's such a little chap he'd be scared and howl. I don't vote for that,\" said the Black Prince, rather scornfully, as he lay with his kingly legs in the air, and his royal mouth full of apple.\n\n\"I do!\" declared Henry of Navarre, always generous, and amiable. \"Bob is a plucky little chap, and will do anything we put him to. He's poor and the other fellows look down on him, so that's another reason why we ought to take him in and stand by him. Let's give him a good trial, and if he's brave, we'll have him.\"\n\n\"So we will! Let's do it now; he's over there waiting to be asked in. He doesn't go poking his nose where he isn't wanted, as some folks do,\" cried Billy, who had often been snubbed by the big boys in his efforts at knightly feats.\n\nA whistle brought Bobby, with a beaming face, for he burned to join the fun, but held back because he was not a gentleman's son. A sturdy, honest little soul was Bobby, true as steel, brave as a lion, and loyal as an old-time vassal to his young lord, kind Billy, who always told him all the plans, explained the mysteries, and shared the goodies when feasts were spread."}, {"quote": "\"So we will! Let's do it now; he's over there waiting to be asked in. He doesn't go poking his nose where he isn't wanted, as some folks do,", "context": "\" said the Black Prince, rather scornfully, as he lay with his kingly legs in the air, and his royal mouth full of apple.\n\n\"I do!\" declared Henry of Navarre, always generous, and amiable. \"Bob is a plucky little chap, and will do anything we put him to. He's poor and the other fellows look down on him, so that's another reason why we ought to take him in and stand by him. Let's give him a good trial, and if he's brave, we'll have him.\"\n\n\"So we will! Let's do it now; he's over there waiting to be asked in. He doesn't go poking his nose where he isn't wanted, as some folks do,\" cried Billy, who had often been snubbed by the big boys in his efforts at knightly feats.\n\nA whistle brought Bobby, with a beaming face, for he burned to join the fun, but held back because he was not a gentleman's son. A sturdy, honest little soul was Bobby, true as steel, brave as a lion, and loyal as an old-time vassal to his young lord, kind Billy, who always told him all the plans, explained the mysteries, and shared the goodies when feasts were spread."}, {"quote": "\"You must stay here locked in for some hours, and watch your armor. That's the vigil young knights had to keep before they could fight. You mustn't be scared at any noises you hear, or anything you see, or sing out for help, even if you stay here till dark. You'll be a coward if you do, and never have a sword.\"", "context": "A whistle brought Bobby, with a beaming face, for he burned to join the fun, but held back because he was not a gentleman's son. A sturdy, honest little soul was Bobby, true as steel, brave as a lion, and loyal as an old-time vassal to his young lord, kind Billy, who always told him all the plans, explained the mysteries, and shared the goodies when feasts were spread.\n\nNow he stood leaning against one of the posts of the little house whither the boys had adjourned, and listened bashfully while Harry told him what he must do to join the heroes of the Round Table. He did not understand half of it, but was ready for any trial, and took the comical oath administered to him with the utmost solemnity.\n\n\"You must stay here locked in for some hours, and watch your armor. That's the vigil young knights had to keep before they could fight. You mustn't be scared at any noises you hear, or anything you see, or sing out for help, even if you stay here till dark. You'll be a coward if you do, and never have a sword.\"\n\n\"I promise truly; hope to die if I don't!\" answered Bobby, fixing his blue eyes on the speaker, and holding his curly head erect with the air of one ready to face any peril; for the desire of his soul was to own a sword, like Billy, and clash it on warlike occasions.\n\nThen a suit of armor was piled up on the red box, which was by turns altar, table, tomb, and executioner's block. Banners were hung over it, the place darkened, two candles lighted, and after certain rites which cannot be divulged, the little knight was left to his vigil with the door locked."}, {"quote": "\"I promise truly; hope to die if I don't!", "context": "Now he stood leaning against one of the posts of the little house whither the boys had adjourned, and listened bashfully while Harry told him what he must do to join the heroes of the Round Table. He did not understand half of it, but was ready for any trial, and took the comical oath administered to him with the utmost solemnity.\n\n\"You must stay here locked in for some hours, and watch your armor. That's the vigil young knights had to keep before they could fight. You mustn't be scared at any noises you hear, or anything you see, or sing out for help, even if you stay here till dark. You'll be a coward if you do, and never have a sword.\"\n\n\"I promise truly; hope to die if I don't!\" answered Bobby, fixing his blue eyes on the speaker, and holding his curly head erect with the air of one ready to face any peril; for the desire of his soul was to own a sword, like Billy, and clash it on warlike occasions.\n\nThen a suit of armor was piled up on the red box, which was by turns altar, table, tomb, and executioner's block. Banners were hung over it, the place darkened, two candles lighted, and after certain rites which cannot be divulged, the little knight was left to his vigil with the door locked."}, {"quote": "\"He won't know what time it is; let's leave him till after supper, and then march out with torches and bring him in to a good feed. Mother won't mind, and Hetty likes to stuff fellows,", "context": "Then a suit of armor was piled up on the red box, which was by turns altar, table, tomb, and executioner's block. Banners were hung over it, the place darkened, two candles lighted, and after certain rites which cannot be divulged, the little knight was left to his vigil with the door locked.\n\nThe boys howled outside, smote on the roof, fired a cannon, and taunted the prisoner with derisive epithets to stir him to wrath. But no cry answered them, no hint of weariness, fear, or anger betrayed him, and after a half-hour of this sort of fun, they left him to the greater trial of silence, solitude, and uncertainty.\n\nThe short afternoon was soon gone, and the tea bell rang before the vigil had lasted long enough.\n\n\"He won't know what time it is; let's leave him till after supper, and then march out with torches and bring him in to a good feed. Mother won't mind, and Hetty likes to stuff fellows,\" proposed Harry, and all being hungry, the first part of the plan was carried out at once.\n\nBut before tea was over, the unusual clang of the fire bells drove all thought of Bobby out of the boys' minds, as they raced away to the exciting scene, to take their share in the shouting, running, and tumbling about in every one's way.\n\nThe great hotel was burning, and till midnight the town was in an uproar. No lives were lost, but much property, and nothing else was thought of till dawn. A heavy shower did good service, and about one o'clock, people began to go home tired out. Mrs. Morton and other ladies were too busy giving shelter to the people from the hotel, and making coffee for the firemen, to send their boys to bed. In fact, they could not catch them; for the youngsters were wild with excitement, and pervaded the place like will-o'-the-wisps, running errands, lugging furniture, splashing about with water, and howling till they were as hoarse as crows."}, {"quote": "\"This is the battle of Beauvais, and we've set the city a-fire by flinging pitch-pots over the walls,", "context": "The great hotel was burning, and till midnight the town was in an uproar. No lives were lost, but much property, and nothing else was thought of till dawn. A heavy shower did good service, and about one o'clock, people began to go home tired out. Mrs. Morton and other ladies were too busy giving shelter to the people from the hotel, and making coffee for the firemen, to send their boys to bed. In fact, they could not catch them; for the youngsters were wild with excitement, and pervaded the place like will-o'-the-wisps, running errands, lugging furniture, splashing about with water, and howling till they were as hoarse as crows.\n\n\"This is the battle of Beauvais, and we've set the city a-fire by flinging pitch-pots over the walls,\" croaked Harry to Ned as they bumped against each other, one carrying a great coffee-pot and the other a feather-bed.\n\n\"No, it's the fall of Troy, and I'm \u00c6neas lugging off the old man,\" panted Ned, staggering away with the heavy load on his back.\n\nAt last the flurry was over, and our three lads, very dirty, wet, and tired, went to bed and to sleep, and never once thought of poor Bobby, till next morning. Then Harry suddenly rose up, with an exclamation that effectually roused both his brothers."}, {"quote": "\"No, it's the fall of Troy, and I'm \u00c6neas lugging off the old man,", "context": "The great hotel was burning, and till midnight the town was in an uproar. No lives were lost, but much property, and nothing else was thought of till dawn. A heavy shower did good service, and about one o'clock, people began to go home tired out. Mrs. Morton and other ladies were too busy giving shelter to the people from the hotel, and making coffee for the firemen, to send their boys to bed. In fact, they could not catch them; for the youngsters were wild with excitement, and pervaded the place like will-o'-the-wisps, running errands, lugging furniture, splashing about with water, and howling till they were as hoarse as crows.\n\n\"This is the battle of Beauvais, and we've set the city a-fire by flinging pitch-pots over the walls,\" croaked Harry to Ned as they bumped against each other, one carrying a great coffee-pot and the other a feather-bed.\n\n\"No, it's the fall of Troy, and I'm \u00c6neas lugging off the old man,\" panted Ned, staggering away with the heavy load on his back.\n\nAt last the flurry was over, and our three lads, very dirty, wet, and tired, went to bed and to sleep, and never once thought of poor Bobby, till next morning. Then Harry suddenly rose up, with an exclamation that effectually roused both his brothers.\n\n\"By St. Dennis, we've left that boy there all night!\"\n\n\"He wouldn't be such a fool as to stay; that old lock's broken easy enough"}, {"quote": "\"By St. Dennis, we've left that boy there all night!\"", "context": "\" croaked Harry to Ned as they bumped against each other, one carrying a great coffee-pot and the other a feather-bed.\n\n\"No, it's the fall of Troy, and I'm \u00c6neas lugging off the old man,\" panted Ned, staggering away with the heavy load on his back.\n\nAt last the flurry was over, and our three lads, very dirty, wet, and tired, went to bed and to sleep, and never once thought of poor Bobby, till next morning. Then Harry suddenly rose up, with an exclamation that effectually roused both his brothers.\n\n\"By St. Dennis, we've left that boy there all night!\"\n\n\"He wouldn't be such a fool as to stay; that old lock's broken easy enough,\" said Ned, looking troubled, in spite of his words.\n\n\"Yes, he would! He promised, and he'll keep his word like a true knight. It rained and was cold, and no one knew where he was. Oh dear, I hope he isn't dead,\" cried Billy, tumbling out of bed and into his clothes as fast as he could.\n\nThe others laughed, but dressed with unusual speed, and flew to the garden house, to find the lock unbroken, and all as still inside as when they left it. Looking very anxious, Harry opened the door and all peeped in. There, at his post before the altar, lay the little knight fast asleep. Rain had soaked his clothes, the chilly night air made his lips and hands purple with cold, and the trials of those long hours left the round cheeks rather pale. But he still guarded his arms, and at the first sound was awake and ready to defend them, though somewhat shaky with sleep and stiffness."}, {"quote": "\"He wouldn't be such a fool as to stay; that old lock's broken easy enough,", "context": "\"No, it's the fall of Troy, and I'm \u00c6neas lugging off the old man,\" panted Ned, staggering away with the heavy load on his back.\n\nAt last the flurry was over, and our three lads, very dirty, wet, and tired, went to bed and to sleep, and never once thought of poor Bobby, till next morning. Then Harry suddenly rose up, with an exclamation that effectually roused both his brothers.\n\n\"By St. Dennis, we've left that boy there all night!\"\n\n\"He wouldn't be such a fool as to stay; that old lock's broken easy enough,\" said Ned, looking troubled, in spite of his words.\n\n\"Yes, he would! He promised, and he'll keep his word like a true knight. It rained and was cold, and no one knew where he was. Oh dear, I hope he isn't dead,\" cried Billy, tumbling out of bed and into his clothes as fast as he could.\n\nThe others laughed, but dressed with unusual speed, and flew to the garden house, to find the lock unbroken, and all as still inside as when they left it. Looking very anxious, Harry opened the door and all peeped in. There, at his post before the altar, lay the little knight fast asleep. Rain had soaked his clothes, the chilly night air made his lips and hands purple with cold, and the trials of those long hours left the round cheeks rather pale. But he still guarded his arms, and at the first sound was awake and ready to defend them, though somewhat shaky with sleep and stiffness."}, {"quote": "\"Yes, he would! He promised, and he'll keep his word like a true knight. It rained and was cold, and no one knew where he was. Oh dear, I hope he isn't dead,", "context": "At last the flurry was over, and our three lads, very dirty, wet, and tired, went to bed and to sleep, and never once thought of poor Bobby, till next morning. Then Harry suddenly rose up, with an exclamation that effectually roused both his brothers.\n\n\"By St. Dennis, we've left that boy there all night!\"\n\n\"He wouldn't be such a fool as to stay; that old lock's broken easy enough,\" said Ned, looking troubled, in spite of his words.\n\n\"Yes, he would! He promised, and he'll keep his word like a true knight. It rained and was cold, and no one knew where he was. Oh dear, I hope he isn't dead,\" cried Billy, tumbling out of bed and into his clothes as fast as he could.\n\nThe others laughed, but dressed with unusual speed, and flew to the garden house, to find the lock unbroken, and all as still inside as when they left it. Looking very anxious, Harry opened the door and all peeped in. There, at his post before the altar, lay the little knight fast asleep. Rain had soaked his clothes, the chilly night air made his lips and hands purple with cold, and the trials of those long hours left the round cheeks rather pale. But he still guarded his arms, and at the first sound was awake and ready to defend them, though somewhat shaky with sleep and stiffness."}, {"quote": "\"Guess I'd better go home, ma'll be worried about me. If I'd known being out all night and getting wet was part of the business, I'd 'a' left word and brought a blanket. Be I a Round Table now? Shall I have a sword, and train with the rest? I didn't holler once, and wasn't much scared, for all the bells, and the dark, and the rain.\"", "context": "The others laughed, but dressed with unusual speed, and flew to the garden house, to find the lock unbroken, and all as still inside as when they left it. Looking very anxious, Harry opened the door and all peeped in. There, at his post before the altar, lay the little knight fast asleep. Rain had soaked his clothes, the chilly night air made his lips and hands purple with cold, and the trials of those long hours left the round cheeks rather pale. But he still guarded his arms, and at the first sound was awake and ready to defend them, though somewhat shaky with sleep and stiffness.\n\nThe penitent boys poured forth apologies, in which fire, remorse, and breakfast were oddly mixed. Bobby forgave them like a gentleman, only saying, with a laugh and a shiver, \"Guess I'd better go home, ma'll be worried about me. If I'd known being out all night and getting wet was part of the business, I'd 'a' left word and brought a blanket. Be I a Round Table now? Shall I have a sword, and train with the rest? I didn't holler once, and wasn't much scared, for all the bells, and the dark, and the rain.\"\n\n\"You've won your spurs, and we'll knight you just as soon as we get time. You're a brave fellow, and I'm proud to have you one of my men. Please don't say much about this; we'll make it all right, and we're awfully sorry,\" answered Harry, while Ned put his own jacket over the wet shoulders, and Billy beamed at him, feeling that his friend's exploit outdid any of his own.\n\nBobby marched away as proudly as if he already saw the banners waving over him, and felt the accolade that made him a true knight. But that happy moment was delayed for some time, because the cold caught in that shower threatened a fit of sickness; and the boys' play looked as if it might end in sad earnest."}, {"quote": "\"You've won your spurs, and we'll knight you just as soon as we get time. You're a brave fellow, and I'm proud to have you one of my men. Please don't say much about this; we'll make it all right, and we're awfully sorry,", "context": "The penitent boys poured forth apologies, in which fire, remorse, and breakfast were oddly mixed. Bobby forgave them like a gentleman, only saying, with a laugh and a shiver, \"Guess I'd better go home, ma'll be worried about me. If I'd known being out all night and getting wet was part of the business, I'd 'a' left word and brought a blanket. Be I a Round Table now? Shall I have a sword, and train with the rest? I didn't holler once, and wasn't much scared, for all the bells, and the dark, and the rain.\"\n\n\"You've won your spurs, and we'll knight you just as soon as we get time. You're a brave fellow, and I'm proud to have you one of my men. Please don't say much about this; we'll make it all right, and we're awfully sorry,\" answered Harry, while Ned put his own jacket over the wet shoulders, and Billy beamed at him, feeling that his friend's exploit outdid any of his own.\n\nBobby marched away as proudly as if he already saw the banners waving over him, and felt the accolade that made him a true knight. But that happy moment was delayed for some time, because the cold caught in that shower threatened a fit of sickness; and the boys' play looked as if it might end in sad earnest."}, {"quote": "\"Let's buy Bob some hens. He wants some dreadfully, and we ought to do something grand after treating him so badly, and nearly killing him.\"", "context": "Bobby marched away as proudly as if he already saw the banners waving over him, and felt the accolade that made him a true knight. But that happy moment was delayed for some time, because the cold caught in that shower threatened a fit of sickness; and the boys' play looked as if it might end in sad earnest.\n\nHarry and his brothers confessed all to mamma, listened with humility to her lecture on true knighthood, and did penance by serving Bobby like real brothers-in-arms, while he was ill. As soon as the hardy boy was all right again, they took solemn counsel together how they should reward him, and atone for their carelessness. Many plans were discussed, but none seemed fine enough for this occasion till Billy had a bright idea.\n\n\"Let's buy Bob some hens. He wants some dreadfully, and we ought to do something grand after treating him so badly, and nearly killing him.\"\n\n\"Who's got any money? I haven't; but it's a good idea,\" responded Ned, vainly groping in all his pockets for a cent to head the subscription with.\n\n\"Mamma would lend us some, and we could work to pay for it,\" began Billy.\n\n\"No, I've a better plan,\" interrupted Harry with authority. \"We ought to make a sacrifice and suffer for our sins. We will have an auction and sell our arms. The boys want them, and will pay well. My lords and gentlemen, what say ye?\""}, {"quote": "\"Who's got any money? I haven't; but it's a good idea,", "context": "Harry and his brothers confessed all to mamma, listened with humility to her lecture on true knighthood, and did penance by serving Bobby like real brothers-in-arms, while he was ill. As soon as the hardy boy was all right again, they took solemn counsel together how they should reward him, and atone for their carelessness. Many plans were discussed, but none seemed fine enough for this occasion till Billy had a bright idea.\n\n\"Let's buy Bob some hens. He wants some dreadfully, and we ought to do something grand after treating him so badly, and nearly killing him.\"\n\n\"Who's got any money? I haven't; but it's a good idea,\" responded Ned, vainly groping in all his pockets for a cent to head the subscription with.\n\n\"Mamma would lend us some, and we could work to pay for it,\" began Billy.\n\n\"No, I've a better plan,\" interrupted Harry with authority. \"We ought to make a sacrifice and suffer for our sins. We will have an auction and sell our arms. The boys want them, and will pay well. My lords and gentlemen, what say ye?\"\n\n\"We will!\" responded the loyal subjects of King Henry."}, {"quote": "\"Mamma would lend us some, and we could work to pay for it,", "context": "Harry and his brothers confessed all to mamma, listened with humility to her lecture on true knighthood, and did penance by serving Bobby like real brothers-in-arms, while he was ill. As soon as the hardy boy was all right again, they took solemn counsel together how they should reward him, and atone for their carelessness. Many plans were discussed, but none seemed fine enough for this occasion till Billy had a bright idea.\n\n\"Let's buy Bob some hens. He wants some dreadfully, and we ought to do something grand after treating him so badly, and nearly killing him.\"\n\n\"Who's got any money? I haven't; but it's a good idea,\" responded Ned, vainly groping in all his pockets for a cent to head the subscription with.\n\n\"Mamma would lend us some, and we could work to pay for it,\" began Billy.\n\n\"No, I've a better plan,\" interrupted Harry with authority. \"We ought to make a sacrifice and suffer for our sins. We will have an auction and sell our arms. The boys want them, and will pay well. My lords and gentlemen, what say ye?\"\n\n\"We will!\" responded the loyal subjects of King Henry.\n\n\"Winter is coming, and we can't use them,\" said Billy, innocently.\n\n\"And by next spring we shall be too old for such games,\" added Ned."}, {"quote": "\"No, I've a better plan,", "context": "Harry and his brothers confessed all to mamma, listened with humility to her lecture on true knighthood, and did penance by serving Bobby like real brothers-in-arms, while he was ill. As soon as the hardy boy was all right again, they took solemn counsel together how they should reward him, and atone for their carelessness. Many plans were discussed, but none seemed fine enough for this occasion till Billy had a bright idea.\n\n\"Let's buy Bob some hens. He wants some dreadfully, and we ought to do something grand after treating him so badly, and nearly killing him.\"\n\n\"Who's got any money? I haven't; but it's a good idea,\" responded Ned, vainly groping in all his pockets for a cent to head the subscription with.\n\n\"Mamma would lend us some, and we could work to pay for it,\" began Billy.\n\n\"No, I've a better plan,\" interrupted Harry with authority. \"We ought to make a sacrifice and suffer for our sins. We will have an auction and sell our arms. The boys want them, and will pay well. My lords and gentlemen, what say ye?\"\n\n\"We will!\" responded the loyal subjects of King Henry.\n\n\"Winter is coming, and we can't use them,\" said Billy, innocently.\n\n\"And by next spring we shall be too old for such games,\" added Ned.\n\n\"'Tis well! Ho! call hither my men. Bring out the suits of mail; sound the trumpets, and set on"}, {"quote": "\"We ought to make a sacrifice and suffer for our sins. We will have an auction and sell our arms. The boys want them, and will pay well. My lords and gentlemen, what say ye?\"", "context": "\"Let's buy Bob some hens. He wants some dreadfully, and we ought to do something grand after treating him so badly, and nearly killing him.\"\n\n\"Who's got any money? I haven't; but it's a good idea,\" responded Ned, vainly groping in all his pockets for a cent to head the subscription with.\n\n\"Mamma would lend us some, and we could work to pay for it,\" began Billy.\n\n\"No, I've a better plan,\" interrupted Harry with authority. \"We ought to make a sacrifice and suffer for our sins. We will have an auction and sell our arms. The boys want them, and will pay well. My lords and gentlemen, what say ye?\"\n\n\"We will!\" responded the loyal subjects of King Henry.\n\n\"Winter is coming, and we can't use them,\" said Billy, innocently.\n\n\"And by next spring we shall be too old for such games,\" added Ned.\n\n\"'Tis well! Ho! call hither my men. Bring out the suits of mail; sound the trumpets, and set on!\" thundered Harry, striking an attitude, and issuing his commands with royal brevity.\n\nA funny scene ensued; for while Billy ran to collect the boys, Ned dismantled the armory, and Hal disposed of the weapons in the most effective manner, on trees, fences, and grass, where the bidders could examine and choose at their ease. Their mates had always admired and coveted these war-like treasures, for some were real, and others ingenious imitations; so they gladly came at sound of the hunter's horn which was blown when Robin Hood wanted his merry men."}, {"quote": "\"Winter is coming, and we can't use them,", "context": "\" responded Ned, vainly groping in all his pockets for a cent to head the subscription with.\n\n\"Mamma would lend us some, and we could work to pay for it,\" began Billy.\n\n\"No, I've a better plan,\" interrupted Harry with authority. \"We ought to make a sacrifice and suffer for our sins. We will have an auction and sell our arms. The boys want them, and will pay well. My lords and gentlemen, what say ye?\"\n\n\"We will!\" responded the loyal subjects of King Henry.\n\n\"Winter is coming, and we can't use them,\" said Billy, innocently.\n\n\"And by next spring we shall be too old for such games,\" added Ned.\n\n\"'Tis well! Ho! call hither my men. Bring out the suits of mail; sound the trumpets, and set on!\" thundered Harry, striking an attitude, and issuing his commands with royal brevity.\n\nA funny scene ensued; for while Billy ran to collect the boys, Ned dismantled the armory, and Hal disposed of the weapons in the most effective manner, on trees, fences, and grass, where the bidders could examine and choose at their ease. Their mates had always admired and coveted these war-like treasures, for some were real, and others ingenious imitations; so they gladly came at sound of the hunter's horn which was blown when Robin Hood wanted his merry men."}, {"quote": "\"And by next spring we shall be too old for such games,", "context": "\"Mamma would lend us some, and we could work to pay for it,\" began Billy.\n\n\"No, I've a better plan,\" interrupted Harry with authority. \"We ought to make a sacrifice and suffer for our sins. We will have an auction and sell our arms. The boys want them, and will pay well. My lords and gentlemen, what say ye?\"\n\n\"We will!\" responded the loyal subjects of King Henry.\n\n\"Winter is coming, and we can't use them,\" said Billy, innocently.\n\n\"And by next spring we shall be too old for such games,\" added Ned.\n\n\"'Tis well! Ho! call hither my men. Bring out the suits of mail; sound the trumpets, and set on!\" thundered Harry, striking an attitude, and issuing his commands with royal brevity.\n\nA funny scene ensued; for while Billy ran to collect the boys, Ned dismantled the armory, and Hal disposed of the weapons in the most effective manner, on trees, fences, and grass, where the bidders could examine and choose at their ease. Their mates had always admired and coveted these war-like treasures, for some were real, and others ingenious imitations; so they gladly came at sound of the hunter's horn which was blown when Robin Hood wanted his merry men."}, {"quote": "\"'Tis well! Ho! call hither my men. Bring out the suits of mail; sound the trumpets, and set on!", "context": "\"No, I've a better plan,\" interrupted Harry with authority. \"We ought to make a sacrifice and suffer for our sins. We will have an auction and sell our arms. The boys want them, and will pay well. My lords and gentlemen, what say ye?\"\n\n\"We will!\" responded the loyal subjects of King Henry.\n\n\"Winter is coming, and we can't use them,\" said Billy, innocently.\n\n\"And by next spring we shall be too old for such games,\" added Ned.\n\n\"'Tis well! Ho! call hither my men. Bring out the suits of mail; sound the trumpets, and set on!\" thundered Harry, striking an attitude, and issuing his commands with royal brevity.\n\nA funny scene ensued; for while Billy ran to collect the boys, Ned dismantled the armory, and Hal disposed of the weapons in the most effective manner, on trees, fences, and grass, where the bidders could examine and choose at their ease. Their mates had always admired and coveted these war-like treasures, for some were real, and others ingenious imitations; so they gladly came at sound of the hunter's horn which was blown when Robin Hood wanted his merry men."}, {"quote": "\"mine tottage", "context": "First came Billy blowing the horn, then Ned waving their best banner, then Hal drawing the baby wagon, in which, as on a throne, sat the little cousin who had come to spend the summer, and rule over them like a small, sweet tyrant. A very sprightly damsel was four-year-old Queenie, blue-eyed, plump, and rosy, with a cloud of yellow curls, chubby arms that embraced every one, and a pair of stout legs that trotted all day. She surveyed her kingdom with cries of delight, and took possession of \"mine tottage\" at once, beginning housekeeping by a tumble out of the swing, a header into the red chest, and a pinch in the leaf of the table. But she won great praise from the boys by making light of these mishaps, and came up smiling, with a bump on her brow, a scratch on her pug nose, and a bruise on one fat finger, and turned out tea for the gentlemen as if she had done it all her life; for the table was set, and all manner of tiny cakes and rolls stood ready to welcome her."}, {"quote": "\"a dint a water and dingerbed for all us ones.\"", "context": "This was only the beginning of tea parties; for very soon a flock of lovely little friends came to play with Queenie, and such pretty revels went on it seemed as if fairies had taken possession of the small house. Dolls had picnics, kittens went a-visiting, tin carts rattled up and down, gay balloons flew about, pigmy soldiers toddled round the paths in paper caps, and best of all, rosy little girls danced on the grass, picked the flowers, chased butterflies, and sang as blithely as the birds. Queenie took the lead in these frolics, and got into no end of scrapes by her love of exploration, -- often leading her small friends into the strawberry-bed, down the road, over the wall, or to some neighbor's house, coolly demanding \"a dint a water and dingerbed for all us ones.\"\n\nGuards were set, bars and locks put up, orders given, and punishments inflicted, but all in vain; the dauntless baby always managed to escape, and after anxious hunts and domestic flurries, would be found up a tree, under the big rhubarb leaves, in a hen house, or calmly strolling to town without her hat. All sorts of people took her to drive at her request, and brought her back just as her agitated relatives were flying to the river in despair. Once she departed with a flock of sheep, and was returned so dirty no one knew her till she was scrubbed. Another time, she passed the morning in the pig-pen, having fallen over the fence; and finding pleasant society in a dozen young piggies, stayed to play with them till discovered among the straw, surrounded by her new friends, one of whom slept sweetly in her arms."}, {"quote": "\"We must tie her up,", "context": "Guards were set, bars and locks put up, orders given, and punishments inflicted, but all in vain; the dauntless baby always managed to escape, and after anxious hunts and domestic flurries, would be found up a tree, under the big rhubarb leaves, in a hen house, or calmly strolling to town without her hat. All sorts of people took her to drive at her request, and brought her back just as her agitated relatives were flying to the river in despair. Once she departed with a flock of sheep, and was returned so dirty no one knew her till she was scrubbed. Another time, she passed the morning in the pig-pen, having fallen over the fence; and finding pleasant society in a dozen young piggies, stayed to play with them till discovered among the straw, surrounded by her new friends, one of whom slept sweetly in her arms.\n\n\"We must tie her up,\" said Mrs. Morton, quite worn out with her pranks.\n\nSo a strong cord was put round Queenie's waist, and fastened to one of the rings in the little house where Tom used to be chained. At first she raged and tugged, then submitted, and played about as if she didn't care; but she laid plans in her naughty little mind, and carried them out, to the great dismay of Bessie, the maid.\n\n\"I want to tut drass,\" she said in her most persuasive tones."}, {"quote": "\"I want to tut drass,", "context": "Guards were set, bars and locks put up, orders given, and punishments inflicted, but all in vain; the dauntless baby always managed to escape, and after anxious hunts and domestic flurries, would be found up a tree, under the big rhubarb leaves, in a hen house, or calmly strolling to town without her hat. All sorts of people took her to drive at her request, and brought her back just as her agitated relatives were flying to the river in despair. Once she departed with a flock of sheep, and was returned so dirty no one knew her till she was scrubbed. Another time, she passed the morning in the pig-pen, having fallen over the fence; and finding pleasant society in a dozen young piggies, stayed to play with them till discovered among the straw, surrounded by her new friends, one of whom slept sweetly in her arms.\n\n\"We must tie her up,\" said Mrs. Morton, quite worn out with her pranks.\n\nSo a strong cord was put round Queenie's waist, and fastened to one of the rings in the little house where Tom used to be chained. At first she raged and tugged, then submitted, and played about as if she didn't care; but she laid plans in her naughty little mind, and carried them out, to the great dismay of Bessie, the maid.\n\n\"I want to tut drass,\" she said in her most persuasive tones.\n\nSo Bessie gave her the rusty scissors she was allowed to use, and let her play make hay till her toy wagon was full.\n\n\"I want a dint a water, pease,\" was the next request, and Bessie went in to get it. She was delayed a few moments, and when she came out no sign of Queenie remained but a pile of yellow hair cut off in a hurry, and the end of the cord. Slyboots was gone, scissors and all."}, {"quote": "\"I want a dint a water, pease,", "context": "So a strong cord was put round Queenie's waist, and fastened to one of the rings in the little house where Tom used to be chained. At first she raged and tugged, then submitted, and played about as if she didn't care; but she laid plans in her naughty little mind, and carried them out, to the great dismay of Bessie, the maid.\n\n\"I want to tut drass,\" she said in her most persuasive tones.\n\nSo Bessie gave her the rusty scissors she was allowed to use, and let her play make hay till her toy wagon was full.\n\n\"I want a dint a water, pease,\" was the next request, and Bessie went in to get it. She was delayed a few moments, and when she came out no sign of Queenie remained but a pile of yellow hair cut off in a hurry, and the end of the cord. Slyboots was gone, scissors and all.\n\nThen there was racing and calling, scolding and wailing, but no Queenie was to be seen anywhere on the premises. Poor Bessie ran one way, Aunt Morton another, and Billy, who happened to be at home, poked into all the nooks and corners for the runaway."}, {"quote": "\"Where do you think that dreadful baby has turned up? Over at Pat Floyd's. He found her in the water pipes. You know a lot of those big ones are lying in the back street ready to use as soon as the place is dug. Well, that little rascal crept in, and then couldn't turn round, so she went on till she came out by Pat's house, and nearly scared him out of his wits. The pipes were not joined, so she had light and air, but I guess she had a hard road to travel. Such a hot, dirty, tired baby you never saw. Mrs. Floyd is washing her up. You'd better go and get her, Bess.\"", "context": "\" was the next request, and Bessie went in to get it. She was delayed a few moments, and when she came out no sign of Queenie remained but a pile of yellow hair cut off in a hurry, and the end of the cord. Slyboots was gone, scissors and all.\n\nThen there was racing and calling, scolding and wailing, but no Queenie was to be seen anywhere on the premises. Poor Bessie ran one way, Aunt Morton another, and Billy, who happened to be at home, poked into all the nooks and corners for the runaway.\n\nAn hour passed, and things began to look serious, when Harry came in much excited, and laughing so he could hardly speak.\n\n\"Where do you think that dreadful baby has turned up? Over at Pat Floyd's. He found her in the water pipes. You know a lot of those big ones are lying in the back street ready to use as soon as the place is dug. Well, that little rascal crept in, and then couldn't turn round, so she went on till she came out by Pat's house, and nearly scared him out of his wits. The pipes were not joined, so she had light and air, but I guess she had a hard road to travel. Such a hot, dirty, tired baby you never saw. Mrs. Floyd is washing her up. You'd better go and get her, Bess.\"\n\nBess went and returned with naughty Queenie, looking as if rats had gnawed her curls off, and the sand of the great desert had been ground into her hands and knees, -- not to mention the iron rust that ruined her pretty pink frock, or the crown of her hat rubbed to rags.\n\n\"I wasn't frighted. You said Dod be'd all wound, so I goed wite alon, and Mis Foyd gived me a nice cold tater, and a tootie, and the bid dord washed my hands wif his wed tun.\""}, {"quote": "\"I wasn't frighted. You said Dod be'd all wound, so I goed wite alon, and Mis Foyd gived me a nice cold tater, and a tootie, and the bid dord washed my hands wif his wed tun.\"", "context": "\"Where do you think that dreadful baby has turned up? Over at Pat Floyd's. He found her in the water pipes. You know a lot of those big ones are lying in the back street ready to use as soon as the place is dug. Well, that little rascal crept in, and then couldn't turn round, so she went on till she came out by Pat's house, and nearly scared him out of his wits. The pipes were not joined, so she had light and air, but I guess she had a hard road to travel. Such a hot, dirty, tired baby you never saw. Mrs. Floyd is washing her up. You'd better go and get her, Bess.\"\n\nBess went and returned with naughty Queenie, looking as if rats had gnawed her curls off, and the sand of the great desert had been ground into her hands and knees, -- not to mention the iron rust that ruined her pretty pink frock, or the crown of her hat rubbed to rags.\n\n\"I wasn't frighted. You said Dod be'd all wound, so I goed wite alon, and Mis Foyd gived me a nice cold tater, and a tootie, and the bid dord washed my hands wif his wed tun.\"\n\nThat was Queenie's account of the matter, but she behaved so well after it that her friends suspected the perilous prank had made a good impression upon her.\n\nTo keep her at home she was set to farming, and the little house was a barn. In it lived a rocking horse, several wooden cows, woolly sheep, cats and dogs, as well as a queer collection of carts and carriages, tools and baskets. Every day the busy little farmer dug and hoed, planted and watered her \"dardin,\" made hay, harvested vegetables, picked fruit, or took care of animals, -- pausing now and then to ride her horse, drive out in her phaeton, or go to an imaginary fire with the engine Billy had made for her."}, {"quote": "\"Eh? oh! ah! second master -- yes, yes, yes; to be sure!", "context": "Minnie puts her thin white hand over her shoulder to the new comer, whom she cannot see. \"Mr. Diamond!\" she exclaims very softly.\n\n\"How can you tell?\"\n\n\"I know your voice.\"\n\nCHAPTER V.\n\nThe little group round Minnie's sofa dispersed as Mr. Diamond came forward. He was barely known by sight to most of them, and merely bowed gravely and shyly, without speaking.\n\n\"Who's that?\" asked Colonel Whistler, in a loud whisper, of his eldest niece. \"Eh? oh! ah! second master -- yes, yes, yes; to be sure!\" And the gallant gentleman walked off to the card-room, and joined the party at Mrs. Dockett's table, where there was a vacant place. It must be owned that the colonel's appearance was by no means rapturously hailed there. He was a notoriously bad player. Fate, however, allotted him as a partner to Mr. Warlock. Mrs. Dockett and Mr. Smith exchanged glances of satisfaction, and the gloom on Mr. Warlock's brow perceptibly deepened as the colonel, polite, smiling, and eager for the fray, took his seat opposite to that clerical victim."}, {"quote": "\"Algy, give Mr. Diamond your chair,", "context": "\" And the gallant gentleman walked off to the card-room, and joined the party at Mrs. Dockett's table, where there was a vacant place. It must be owned that the colonel's appearance was by no means rapturously hailed there. He was a notoriously bad player. Fate, however, allotted him as a partner to Mr. Warlock. Mrs. Dockett and Mr. Smith exchanged glances of satisfaction, and the gloom on Mr. Warlock's brow perceptibly deepened as the colonel, polite, smiling, and eager for the fray, took his seat opposite to that clerical victim.\n\n\"Algy, give Mr. Diamond your chair,\" said Miss Bodkin. It was in this imperious manner that she occasionally addressed her young friend. In her eyes he was still a school-boy. And then she was four years his senior, and had been a young woman grown when he was still playing marbles and munching toffy.\n\nAlgy by no means considered himself a school-boy, but he had excellent tact and temper. He rose directly, shook hands with his tutor, and then standing opposite to Minnie, put his knuckles to his forehead, after the fashion in vogue amongst rustic children by way of salute, and said meekly,"}, {"quote": "\"You don't mind, do you, Algernon?", "context": "\" said Miss Bodkin. It was in this imperious manner that she occasionally addressed her young friend. In her eyes he was still a school-boy. And then she was four years his senior, and had been a young woman grown when he was still playing marbles and munching toffy.\n\nAlgy by no means considered himself a school-boy, but he had excellent tact and temper. He rose directly, shook hands with his tutor, and then standing opposite to Minnie, put his knuckles to his forehead, after the fashion in vogue amongst rustic children by way of salute, and said meekly, \"Yes'm, please'm.\"\n\nMinnie laughed. \"You don't mind, do you, Algernon?\" she said, looking up at him.\n\n\"Not at all, Miss Bodkin. You have merely cast another blight over my young existence. I am growing to look like the reverend Peter, in consequence of your ill-usage. Don't you perceive a ghastly hue upon my brow? No? Ah, well, you would if you had any feeling. Here, let me put this cushion better for you. Will that do?\"\n\n\"Capitally, thanks. And, look here, Algy; I can't bear any music to-night, so will you get mamma to set the McDougalls down to a round game? And play yourself, there's a good boy!\""}, {"quote": "\"Not at all, Miss Bodkin. You have merely cast another blight over my young existence. I am growing to look like the reverend Peter, in consequence of your ill-usage. Don't you perceive a ghastly hue upon my brow? No? Ah, well, you would if you had any feeling. Here, let me put this cushion better for you. Will that do?\"", "context": "\" said Miss Bodkin. It was in this imperious manner that she occasionally addressed her young friend. In her eyes he was still a school-boy. And then she was four years his senior, and had been a young woman grown when he was still playing marbles and munching toffy.\n\nAlgy by no means considered himself a school-boy, but he had excellent tact and temper. He rose directly, shook hands with his tutor, and then standing opposite to Minnie, put his knuckles to his forehead, after the fashion in vogue amongst rustic children by way of salute, and said meekly, \"Yes'm, please'm.\"\n\nMinnie laughed. \"You don't mind, do you, Algernon?\" she said, looking up at him.\n\n\"Not at all, Miss Bodkin. You have merely cast another blight over my young existence. I am growing to look like the reverend Peter, in consequence of your ill-usage. Don't you perceive a ghastly hue upon my brow? No? Ah, well, you would if you had any feeling. Here, let me put this cushion better for you. Will that do?\"\n\n\"Capitally, thanks. And, look here, Algy; I can't bear any music to-night, so will you get mamma to set the McDougalls down to a round game? And play yourself, there's a good boy!\"\n\n\"Oh, Minnie, you ought to have been Mrs. Nero. There never was such a tyrant. Well, Pawkins and I must make ourselves agreeable, I suppose. For England, home, and beauty -- here goes!\" And Algernon speedily had the two Miss McDougalls, and Mr. Pawkins, and Alethea Dockett engaged in a game of vingt-et-un -- played in a very infantine manner by the first-named ladies, and with a good deal of business-like gravity by little Alethea, who liked to win."}, {"quote": "\"Capitally, thanks. And, look here, Algy; I can't bear any music to-night, so will you get mamma to set the McDougalls down to a round game? And play yourself, there's a good boy!\"", "context": "\"You don't mind, do you, Algernon?\" she said, looking up at him.\n\n\"Not at all, Miss Bodkin. You have merely cast another blight over my young existence. I am growing to look like the reverend Peter, in consequence of your ill-usage. Don't you perceive a ghastly hue upon my brow? No? Ah, well, you would if you had any feeling. Here, let me put this cushion better for you. Will that do?\"\n\n\"Capitally, thanks. And, look here, Algy; I can't bear any music to-night, so will you get mamma to set the McDougalls down to a round game? And play yourself, there's a good boy!\"\n\n\"Oh, Minnie, you ought to have been Mrs. Nero. There never was such a tyrant. Well, Pawkins and I must make ourselves agreeable, I suppose. For England, home, and beauty -- here goes!\" And Algernon speedily had the two Miss McDougalls, and Mr. Pawkins, and Alethea Dockett engaged in a game of vingt-et-un -- played in a very infantine manner by the first-named ladies, and with a good deal of business-like gravity by little Alethea, who liked to win."}, {"quote": "\"Oh, Minnie, you ought to have been Mrs. Nero. There never was such a tyrant. Well, Pawkins and I must make ourselves agreeable, I suppose. For England, home, and beauty -- here goes!", "context": "\"Not at all, Miss Bodkin. You have merely cast another blight over my young existence. I am growing to look like the reverend Peter, in consequence of your ill-usage. Don't you perceive a ghastly hue upon my brow? No? Ah, well, you would if you had any feeling. Here, let me put this cushion better for you. Will that do?\"\n\n\"Capitally, thanks. And, look here, Algy; I can't bear any music to-night, so will you get mamma to set the McDougalls down to a round game? And play yourself, there's a good boy!\"\n\n\"Oh, Minnie, you ought to have been Mrs. Nero. There never was such a tyrant. Well, Pawkins and I must make ourselves agreeable, I suppose. For England, home, and beauty -- here goes!\" And Algernon speedily had the two Miss McDougalls, and Mr. Pawkins, and Alethea Dockett engaged in a game of vingt-et-un -- played in a very infantine manner by the first-named ladies, and with a good deal of business-like gravity by little Alethea, who liked to win.\n\nMr. Diamond looked at the group with his hand over his mouth, after his habit.\n\n\"Isn't he a nice fellow?\" asked Minnie, watching Mr. Diamond's face curiously."}, {"quote": "\"Isn't he a nice fellow?", "context": "\"Oh, Minnie, you ought to have been Mrs. Nero. There never was such a tyrant. Well, Pawkins and I must make ourselves agreeable, I suppose. For England, home, and beauty -- here goes!\" And Algernon speedily had the two Miss McDougalls, and Mr. Pawkins, and Alethea Dockett engaged in a game of vingt-et-un -- played in a very infantine manner by the first-named ladies, and with a good deal of business-like gravity by little Alethea, who liked to win.\n\nMr. Diamond looked at the group with his hand over his mouth, after his habit.\n\n\"Isn't he a nice fellow?\" asked Minnie, watching Mr. Diamond's face curiously.\n\n\"Errington?\"\n\n\"Of course!\"\n\n\"Very.\"\n\n\"But now, tell me -- do sit down here; I want to talk to you. You come so seldom. I wonder why you came to-night?\"\n\n\"I chanced to meet Mrs. Bodkin in the street, and she asked me so pressingly -- she is so good!\"\n\nMinnie's face wore a pained look. \"It is a pity mamma should have teased you"}, {"quote": "\"But now, tell me -- do sit down here; I want to talk to you. You come so seldom. I wonder why you came to-night?\"", "context": "\" And Algernon speedily had the two Miss McDougalls, and Mr. Pawkins, and Alethea Dockett engaged in a game of vingt-et-un -- played in a very infantine manner by the first-named ladies, and with a good deal of business-like gravity by little Alethea, who liked to win.\n\nMr. Diamond looked at the group with his hand over his mouth, after his habit.\n\n\"Isn't he a nice fellow?\" asked Minnie, watching Mr. Diamond's face curiously.\n\n\"Errington?\"\n\n\"Of course!\"\n\n\"Very.\"\n\n\"But now, tell me -- do sit down here; I want to talk to you. You come so seldom. I wonder why you came to-night?\"\n\n\"I chanced to meet Mrs. Bodkin in the street, and she asked me so pressingly -- she is so good!\"\n\nMinnie's face wore a pained look. \"It is a pity mamma should have teased you,\" she said, in a low voice.\n\nMatthew Diamond took no notice of the words. Perhaps he did not hear them. \"I am not fit to go to evening parties,\" he continued. \"The very wax-lights dazzle me. I feel like a bat or an owl.\""}, {"quote": "\"I chanced to meet Mrs. Bodkin in the street, and she asked me so pressingly -- she is so good!\"", "context": "\" And Algernon speedily had the two Miss McDougalls, and Mr. Pawkins, and Alethea Dockett engaged in a game of vingt-et-un -- played in a very infantine manner by the first-named ladies, and with a good deal of business-like gravity by little Alethea, who liked to win.\n\nMr. Diamond looked at the group with his hand over his mouth, after his habit.\n\n\"Isn't he a nice fellow?\" asked Minnie, watching Mr. Diamond's face curiously.\n\n\"Errington?\"\n\n\"Of course!\"\n\n\"Very.\"\n\n\"But now, tell me -- do sit down here; I want to talk to you. You come so seldom. I wonder why you came to-night?\"\n\n\"I chanced to meet Mrs. Bodkin in the street, and she asked me so pressingly -- she is so good!\"\n\nMinnie's face wore a pained look. \"It is a pity mamma should have teased you,\" she said, in a low voice.\n\nMatthew Diamond took no notice of the words. Perhaps he did not hear them. \"I am not fit to go to evening parties,\" he continued. \"The very wax-lights dazzle me. I feel like a bat or an owl.\"\n\n\"Too wise for your company, that means!\"\n\n\"How can you say so? No: I assure you I was compared to an owl the other evening by a lady, and I felt the justice of the comparison.\""}, {"quote": "\"It is a pity mamma should have teased you,", "context": "\"Isn't he a nice fellow?\" asked Minnie, watching Mr. Diamond's face curiously.\n\n\"Errington?\"\n\n\"Of course!\"\n\n\"Very.\"\n\n\"But now, tell me -- do sit down here; I want to talk to you. You come so seldom. I wonder why you came to-night?\"\n\n\"I chanced to meet Mrs. Bodkin in the street, and she asked me so pressingly -- she is so good!\"\n\nMinnie's face wore a pained look. \"It is a pity mamma should have teased you,\" she said, in a low voice.\n\nMatthew Diamond took no notice of the words. Perhaps he did not hear them. \"I am not fit to go to evening parties,\" he continued. \"The very wax-lights dazzle me. I feel like a bat or an owl.\"\n\n\"Too wise for your company, that means!\"\n\n\"How can you say so? No: I assure you I was compared to an owl the other evening by a lady, and I felt the justice of the comparison.\"\n\n\"By a lady! What lady?\""}, {"quote": "\"I am not fit to go to evening parties,", "context": "\"But now, tell me -- do sit down here; I want to talk to you. You come so seldom. I wonder why you came to-night?\"\n\n\"I chanced to meet Mrs. Bodkin in the street, and she asked me so pressingly -- she is so good!\"\n\nMinnie's face wore a pained look. \"It is a pity mamma should have teased you,\" she said, in a low voice.\n\nMatthew Diamond took no notice of the words. Perhaps he did not hear them. \"I am not fit to go to evening parties,\" he continued. \"The very wax-lights dazzle me. I feel like a bat or an owl.\"\n\n\"Too wise for your company, that means!\"\n\n\"How can you say so? No: I assure you I was compared to an owl the other evening by a lady, and I felt the justice of the comparison.\"\n\n\"By a lady! What lady?\"\n\nMr. Diamond smiled a little amused smile at the authoritative tone of the question. Minnie did not see it. She was leaning her elbow on a cushion, and had her face turned towards Mr. Diamond; but her eyes, which usually looked out, open and unabashed, were half veiled by their lids."}, {"quote": "\"The very wax-lights dazzle me. I feel like a bat or an owl.\"", "context": "\"But now, tell me -- do sit down here; I want to talk to you. You come so seldom. I wonder why you came to-night?\"\n\n\"I chanced to meet Mrs. Bodkin in the street, and she asked me so pressingly -- she is so good!\"\n\nMinnie's face wore a pained look. \"It is a pity mamma should have teased you,\" she said, in a low voice.\n\nMatthew Diamond took no notice of the words. Perhaps he did not hear them. \"I am not fit to go to evening parties,\" he continued. \"The very wax-lights dazzle me. I feel like a bat or an owl.\"\n\n\"Too wise for your company, that means!\"\n\n\"How can you say so? No: I assure you I was compared to an owl the other evening by a lady, and I felt the justice of the comparison.\"\n\n\"By a lady! What lady?\"\n\nMr. Diamond smiled a little amused smile at the authoritative tone of the question. Minnie did not see it. She was leaning her elbow on a cushion, and had her face turned towards Mr. Diamond; but her eyes, which usually looked out, open and unabashed, were half veiled by their lids."}, {"quote": "\"Too wise for your company, that means!\"", "context": "\"I chanced to meet Mrs. Bodkin in the street, and she asked me so pressingly -- she is so good!\"\n\nMinnie's face wore a pained look. \"It is a pity mamma should have teased you,\" she said, in a low voice.\n\nMatthew Diamond took no notice of the words. Perhaps he did not hear them. \"I am not fit to go to evening parties,\" he continued. \"The very wax-lights dazzle me. I feel like a bat or an owl.\"\n\n\"Too wise for your company, that means!\"\n\n\"How can you say so? No: I assure you I was compared to an owl the other evening by a lady, and I felt the justice of the comparison.\"\n\n\"By a lady! What lady?\"\n\nMr. Diamond smiled a little amused smile at the authoritative tone of the question. Minnie did not see it. She was leaning her elbow on a cushion, and had her face turned towards Mr. Diamond; but her eyes, which usually looked out, open and unabashed, were half veiled by their lids."}, {"quote": "\"How can you say so? No: I assure you I was compared to an owl the other evening by a lady, and I felt the justice of the comparison.\"", "context": "\"I chanced to meet Mrs. Bodkin in the street, and she asked me so pressingly -- she is so good!\"\n\nMinnie's face wore a pained look. \"It is a pity mamma should have teased you,\" she said, in a low voice.\n\nMatthew Diamond took no notice of the words. Perhaps he did not hear them. \"I am not fit to go to evening parties,\" he continued. \"The very wax-lights dazzle me. I feel like a bat or an owl.\"\n\n\"Too wise for your company, that means!\"\n\n\"How can you say so? No: I assure you I was compared to an owl the other evening by a lady, and I felt the justice of the comparison.\"\n\n\"By a lady! What lady?\"\n\nMr. Diamond smiled a little amused smile at the authoritative tone of the question. Minnie did not see it. She was leaning her elbow on a cushion, and had her face turned towards Mr. Diamond; but her eyes, which usually looked out, open and unabashed, were half veiled by their lids.\n\n\"The lady was Mrs. Errington,\" answered the tutor, after a moment's pause.\n\n\"She called you an owl? That eagle? Well, she has this aquiline quality; I believe she could stare the sun himself out of countenance!\""}, {"quote": "\"By a lady! What lady?\"", "context": "\" she said, in a low voice.\n\nMatthew Diamond took no notice of the words. Perhaps he did not hear them. \"I am not fit to go to evening parties,\" he continued. \"The very wax-lights dazzle me. I feel like a bat or an owl.\"\n\n\"Too wise for your company, that means!\"\n\n\"How can you say so? No: I assure you I was compared to an owl the other evening by a lady, and I felt the justice of the comparison.\"\n\n\"By a lady! What lady?\"\n\nMr. Diamond smiled a little amused smile at the authoritative tone of the question. Minnie did not see it. She was leaning her elbow on a cushion, and had her face turned towards Mr. Diamond; but her eyes, which usually looked out, open and unabashed, were half veiled by their lids.\n\n\"The lady was Mrs. Errington,\" answered the tutor, after a moment's pause.\n\n\"She called you an owl? That eagle? Well, she has this aquiline quality; I believe she could stare the sun himself out of countenance!\""}, {"quote": "\"The lady was Mrs. Errington,", "context": "\"How can you say so? No: I assure you I was compared to an owl the other evening by a lady, and I felt the justice of the comparison.\"\n\n\"By a lady! What lady?\"\n\nMr. Diamond smiled a little amused smile at the authoritative tone of the question. Minnie did not see it. She was leaning her elbow on a cushion, and had her face turned towards Mr. Diamond; but her eyes, which usually looked out, open and unabashed, were half veiled by their lids.\n\n\"The lady was Mrs. Errington,\" answered the tutor, after a moment's pause.\n\n\"She called you an owl? That eagle? Well, she has this aquiline quality; I believe she could stare the sun himself out of countenance!\"\n\n\"You were asking me to tell you -- -- \" said Mr. Diamond.\n\n\"To tell me -- -- ? Oh, yes; about the Methodist preacher. That caricature is not like him, you say?\"\n\n\"Not at all. It is a vulgar conception of the man.\"\n\n\"And the man is not vulgar? I am glad of that! Tell me about him.\""}, {"quote": "\"She called you an owl? That eagle? Well, she has this aquiline quality; I believe she could stare the sun himself out of countenance!\"", "context": "\"How can you say so? No: I assure you I was compared to an owl the other evening by a lady, and I felt the justice of the comparison.\"\n\n\"By a lady! What lady?\"\n\nMr. Diamond smiled a little amused smile at the authoritative tone of the question. Minnie did not see it. She was leaning her elbow on a cushion, and had her face turned towards Mr. Diamond; but her eyes, which usually looked out, open and unabashed, were half veiled by their lids.\n\n\"The lady was Mrs. Errington,\" answered the tutor, after a moment's pause.\n\n\"She called you an owl? That eagle? Well, she has this aquiline quality; I believe she could stare the sun himself out of countenance!\"\n\n\"You were asking me to tell you -- -- \" said Mr. Diamond.\n\n\"To tell me -- -- ? Oh, yes; about the Methodist preacher. That caricature is not like him, you say?\"\n\n\"Not at all. It is a vulgar conception of the man.\"\n\n\"And the man is not vulgar? I am glad of that! Tell me about him.\"\n\nMatthew Diamond had heard the preacher more than once. The first time had been by chance on Whit Meadow. The other times were in the crowded, close Wesleyan chapel, into which he had penetrated at the cost of a good deal of personal inconvenience, so greatly had Powell's eloquence impressed him."}, {"quote": "\"To tell me -- -- ? Oh, yes; about the Methodist preacher. That caricature is not like him, you say?\"", "context": "Mr. Diamond smiled a little amused smile at the authoritative tone of the question. Minnie did not see it. She was leaning her elbow on a cushion, and had her face turned towards Mr. Diamond; but her eyes, which usually looked out, open and unabashed, were half veiled by their lids.\n\n\"The lady was Mrs. Errington,\" answered the tutor, after a moment's pause.\n\n\"She called you an owl? That eagle? Well, she has this aquiline quality; I believe she could stare the sun himself out of countenance!\"\n\n\"You were asking me to tell you -- -- \" said Mr. Diamond.\n\n\"To tell me -- -- ? Oh, yes; about the Methodist preacher. That caricature is not like him, you say?\"\n\n\"Not at all. It is a vulgar conception of the man.\"\n\n\"And the man is not vulgar? I am glad of that! Tell me about him.\"\n\nMatthew Diamond had heard the preacher more than once. The first time had been by chance on Whit Meadow. The other times were in the crowded, close Wesleyan chapel, into which he had penetrated at the cost of a good deal of personal inconvenience, so greatly had Powell's eloquence impressed him.\n\n\"The man is like a flame of fire,\" he said."}, {"quote": "\"Not at all. It is a vulgar conception of the man.\"", "context": "Mr. Diamond smiled a little amused smile at the authoritative tone of the question. Minnie did not see it. She was leaning her elbow on a cushion, and had her face turned towards Mr. Diamond; but her eyes, which usually looked out, open and unabashed, were half veiled by their lids.\n\n\"The lady was Mrs. Errington,\" answered the tutor, after a moment's pause.\n\n\"She called you an owl? That eagle? Well, she has this aquiline quality; I believe she could stare the sun himself out of countenance!\"\n\n\"You were asking me to tell you -- -- \" said Mr. Diamond.\n\n\"To tell me -- -- ? Oh, yes; about the Methodist preacher. That caricature is not like him, you say?\"\n\n\"Not at all. It is a vulgar conception of the man.\"\n\n\"And the man is not vulgar? I am glad of that! Tell me about him.\"\n\nMatthew Diamond had heard the preacher more than once. The first time had been by chance on Whit Meadow. The other times were in the crowded, close Wesleyan chapel, into which he had penetrated at the cost of a good deal of personal inconvenience, so greatly had Powell's eloquence impressed him.\n\n\"The man is like a flame of fire,\" he said. \"It is wonderful! He must be like Garrick, according to the descriptions I have heard. And, then, this fellow is so handsome -- wild and oriental-looking. I always long to clap a turban on his head, and a great flowing robe over his shoulders.\""}, {"quote": "\"And the man is not vulgar? I am glad of that! Tell me about him.\"", "context": "\"The lady was Mrs. Errington,\" answered the tutor, after a moment's pause.\n\n\"She called you an owl? That eagle? Well, she has this aquiline quality; I believe she could stare the sun himself out of countenance!\"\n\n\"You were asking me to tell you -- -- \" said Mr. Diamond.\n\n\"To tell me -- -- ? Oh, yes; about the Methodist preacher. That caricature is not like him, you say?\"\n\n\"Not at all. It is a vulgar conception of the man.\"\n\n\"And the man is not vulgar? I am glad of that! Tell me about him.\"\n\nMatthew Diamond had heard the preacher more than once. The first time had been by chance on Whit Meadow. The other times were in the crowded, close Wesleyan chapel, into which he had penetrated at the cost of a good deal of personal inconvenience, so greatly had Powell's eloquence impressed him.\n\n\"The man is like a flame of fire,\" he said. \"It is wonderful! He must be like Garrick, according to the descriptions I have heard. And, then, this fellow is so handsome -- wild and oriental-looking. I always long to clap a turban on his head, and a great flowing robe over his shoulders.\""}, {"quote": "\"The man is like a flame of fire,", "context": "\"To tell me -- -- ? Oh, yes; about the Methodist preacher. That caricature is not like him, you say?\"\n\n\"Not at all. It is a vulgar conception of the man.\"\n\n\"And the man is not vulgar? I am glad of that! Tell me about him.\"\n\nMatthew Diamond had heard the preacher more than once. The first time had been by chance on Whit Meadow. The other times were in the crowded, close Wesleyan chapel, into which he had penetrated at the cost of a good deal of personal inconvenience, so greatly had Powell's eloquence impressed him.\n\n\"The man is like a flame of fire,\" he said. \"It is wonderful! He must be like Garrick, according to the descriptions I have heard. And, then, this fellow is so handsome -- wild and oriental-looking. I always long to clap a turban on his head, and a great flowing robe over his shoulders.\"\n\nMinnie listened eagerly, with parted lips, to all that Diamond would tell her of the preacher.\n\n\"That is for his manner,\" she said, at length. \"Now, as to the matter?\"\n\nMr. Diamond paused."}, {"quote": "\"It is wonderful! He must be like Garrick, according to the descriptions I have heard. And, then, this fellow is so handsome -- wild and oriental-looking. I always long to clap a turban on his head, and a great flowing robe over his shoulders.\"", "context": "\"Not at all. It is a vulgar conception of the man.\"\n\n\"And the man is not vulgar? I am glad of that! Tell me about him.\"\n\nMatthew Diamond had heard the preacher more than once. The first time had been by chance on Whit Meadow. The other times were in the crowded, close Wesleyan chapel, into which he had penetrated at the cost of a good deal of personal inconvenience, so greatly had Powell's eloquence impressed him.\n\n\"The man is like a flame of fire,\" he said. \"It is wonderful! He must be like Garrick, according to the descriptions I have heard. And, then, this fellow is so handsome -- wild and oriental-looking. I always long to clap a turban on his head, and a great flowing robe over his shoulders.\"\n\nMinnie listened eagerly, with parted lips, to all that Diamond would tell her of the preacher.\n\n\"That is for his manner,\" she said, at length. \"Now, as to the matter?\"\n\nMr. Diamond paused. \"The man is an enthusiast, you know,\" he answered, gravely.\n\n\"But as to his doctrine? Give me some idea of the kind of thing he says.\"\n\n\"Not now.\"\n\n\"Yes; now. This moment.\"\n\n\"Excuse me; I cannot enter into the subject now.\""}, {"quote": "\"That is for his manner,", "context": "Matthew Diamond had heard the preacher more than once. The first time had been by chance on Whit Meadow. The other times were in the crowded, close Wesleyan chapel, into which he had penetrated at the cost of a good deal of personal inconvenience, so greatly had Powell's eloquence impressed him.\n\n\"The man is like a flame of fire,\" he said. \"It is wonderful! He must be like Garrick, according to the descriptions I have heard. And, then, this fellow is so handsome -- wild and oriental-looking. I always long to clap a turban on his head, and a great flowing robe over his shoulders.\"\n\nMinnie listened eagerly, with parted lips, to all that Diamond would tell her of the preacher.\n\n\"That is for his manner,\" she said, at length. \"Now, as to the matter?\"\n\nMr. Diamond paused. \"The man is an enthusiast, you know,\" he answered, gravely.\n\n\"But as to his doctrine? Give me some idea of the kind of thing he says.\"\n\n\"Not now.\"\n\n\"Yes; now. This moment.\"\n\n\"Excuse me; I cannot enter into the subject now.\"\n\nMinnie raises her brown eyes to his steel-grey ones, and then drops her own quickly.\n\n\"Will you ever?\" she asks, meekly."}, {"quote": "\"The man is an enthusiast, you know,", "context": "\"It is wonderful! He must be like Garrick, according to the descriptions I have heard. And, then, this fellow is so handsome -- wild and oriental-looking. I always long to clap a turban on his head, and a great flowing robe over his shoulders.\"\n\nMinnie listened eagerly, with parted lips, to all that Diamond would tell her of the preacher.\n\n\"That is for his manner,\" she said, at length. \"Now, as to the matter?\"\n\nMr. Diamond paused. \"The man is an enthusiast, you know,\" he answered, gravely.\n\n\"But as to his doctrine? Give me some idea of the kind of thing he says.\"\n\n\"Not now.\"\n\n\"Yes; now. This moment.\"\n\n\"Excuse me; I cannot enter into the subject now.\"\n\nMinnie raises her brown eyes to his steel-grey ones, and then drops her own quickly.\n\n\"Will you ever?\" she asks, meekly.\n\n\"Perhaps. I don't know.\"\n\nMiss Bodkin is not accustomed to be answered with such unceremonious curtness; but, perhaps on account of its novelty, Mr. Diamond's blunt disregard of her requests (in that house Minnie's requests have the weight of commands) does not ruffle her. She bears it with the most perfect sweetness, and proceeds to discourse of other things."}, {"quote": "\"But as to his doctrine? Give me some idea of the kind of thing he says.\"", "context": "\"It is wonderful! He must be like Garrick, according to the descriptions I have heard. And, then, this fellow is so handsome -- wild and oriental-looking. I always long to clap a turban on his head, and a great flowing robe over his shoulders.\"\n\nMinnie listened eagerly, with parted lips, to all that Diamond would tell her of the preacher.\n\n\"That is for his manner,\" she said, at length. \"Now, as to the matter?\"\n\nMr. Diamond paused. \"The man is an enthusiast, you know,\" he answered, gravely.\n\n\"But as to his doctrine? Give me some idea of the kind of thing he says.\"\n\n\"Not now.\"\n\n\"Yes; now. This moment.\"\n\n\"Excuse me; I cannot enter into the subject now.\"\n\nMinnie raises her brown eyes to his steel-grey ones, and then drops her own quickly.\n\n\"Will you ever?\" she asks, meekly.\n\n\"Perhaps. I don't know.\"\n\nMiss Bodkin is not accustomed to be answered with such unceremonious curtness; but, perhaps on account of its novelty, Mr. Diamond's blunt disregard of her requests (in that house Minnie's requests have the weight of commands) does not ruffle her. She bears it with the most perfect sweetness, and proceeds to discourse of other things."}, {"quote": "\"Excuse me; I cannot enter into the subject now.\"", "context": "\"It is wonderful! He must be like Garrick, according to the descriptions I have heard. And, then, this fellow is so handsome -- wild and oriental-looking. I always long to clap a turban on his head, and a great flowing robe over his shoulders.\"\n\nMinnie listened eagerly, with parted lips, to all that Diamond would tell her of the preacher.\n\n\"That is for his manner,\" she said, at length. \"Now, as to the matter?\"\n\nMr. Diamond paused. \"The man is an enthusiast, you know,\" he answered, gravely.\n\n\"But as to his doctrine? Give me some idea of the kind of thing he says.\"\n\n\"Not now.\"\n\n\"Yes; now. This moment.\"\n\n\"Excuse me; I cannot enter into the subject now.\"\n\nMinnie raises her brown eyes to his steel-grey ones, and then drops her own quickly.\n\n\"Will you ever?\" she asks, meekly.\n\n\"Perhaps. I don't know.\"\n\nMiss Bodkin is not accustomed to be answered with such unceremonious curtness; but, perhaps on account of its novelty, Mr. Diamond's blunt disregard of her requests (in that house Minnie's requests have the weight of commands) does not ruffle her. She bears it with the most perfect sweetness, and proceeds to discourse of other things."}, {"quote": "\"Perhaps. I don't know.\"", "context": "\"Now, as to the matter?\"\n\nMr. Diamond paused. \"The man is an enthusiast, you know,\" he answered, gravely.\n\n\"But as to his doctrine? Give me some idea of the kind of thing he says.\"\n\n\"Not now.\"\n\n\"Yes; now. This moment.\"\n\n\"Excuse me; I cannot enter into the subject now.\"\n\nMinnie raises her brown eyes to his steel-grey ones, and then drops her own quickly.\n\n\"Will you ever?\" she asks, meekly.\n\n\"Perhaps. I don't know.\"\n\nMiss Bodkin is not accustomed to be answered with such unceremonious curtness; but, perhaps on account of its novelty, Mr. Diamond's blunt disregard of her requests (in that house Minnie's requests have the weight of commands) does not ruffle her. She bears it with the most perfect sweetness, and proceeds to discourse of other things.\n\n\"Don't you think it a pity,\" she says, \"that Algernon Errington should have refused his cousin's offer?\"\n\n\"A great pity -- for him.\""}, {"quote": "\"that Algernon Errington should have refused his cousin's offer?\"", "context": "\"Will you ever?\" she asks, meekly.\n\n\"Perhaps. I don't know.\"\n\nMiss Bodkin is not accustomed to be answered with such unceremonious curtness; but, perhaps on account of its novelty, Mr. Diamond's blunt disregard of her requests (in that house Minnie's requests have the weight of commands) does not ruffle her. She bears it with the most perfect sweetness, and proceeds to discourse of other things.\n\n\"Don't you think it a pity,\" she says, \"that Algernon Errington should have refused his cousin's offer?\"\n\n\"A great pity -- for him.\"\n\n\"Ah! you think Mr. Filthorpe of Bristol is not to be condoled with on the occasion?\"\n\nMr. Diamond's firmly closed lips remain immovable.\n\nMinnie looks at him wistfully, and then says suddenly, \"Do you know I like Algy very much! There is something so bright and winning and gay about him! I have known him so long -- ever since he came here as a small child in a frock. And papa knew his father, Dr. Errington. He was a very clever man, a brilliant talker, and greatly sought after in society. Algy inherits all that. And he has -- what they say his father had not -- a temper that is almost perfect, thoroughly sound and sweet. I wish you liked him.\""}, {"quote": "\"Ah! you think Mr. Filthorpe of Bristol is not to be condoled with on the occasion?\"", "context": "Miss Bodkin is not accustomed to be answered with such unceremonious curtness; but, perhaps on account of its novelty, Mr. Diamond's blunt disregard of her requests (in that house Minnie's requests have the weight of commands) does not ruffle her. She bears it with the most perfect sweetness, and proceeds to discourse of other things.\n\n\"Don't you think it a pity,\" she says, \"that Algernon Errington should have refused his cousin's offer?\"\n\n\"A great pity -- for him.\"\n\n\"Ah! you think Mr. Filthorpe of Bristol is not to be condoled with on the occasion?\"\n\nMr. Diamond's firmly closed lips remain immovable.\n\nMinnie looks at him wistfully, and then says suddenly, \"Do you know I like Algy very much! There is something so bright and winning and gay about him! I have known him so long -- ever since he came here as a small child in a frock. And papa knew his father, Dr. Errington. He was a very clever man, a brilliant talker, and greatly sought after in society. Algy inherits all that. And he has -- what they say his father had not -- a temper that is almost perfect, thoroughly sound and sweet. I wish you liked him.\""}, {"quote": "\"Do you know I like Algy very much! There is something so bright and winning and gay about him! I have known him so long -- ever since he came here as a small child in a frock. And papa knew his father, Dr. Errington. He was a very clever man, a brilliant talker, and greatly sought after in society. Algy inherits all that. And he has -- what they say his father had not -- a temper that is almost perfect, thoroughly sound and sweet. I wish you liked him.\"", "context": "Miss Bodkin is not accustomed to be answered with such unceremonious curtness; but, perhaps on account of its novelty, Mr. Diamond's blunt disregard of her requests (in that house Minnie's requests have the weight of commands) does not ruffle her. She bears it with the most perfect sweetness, and proceeds to discourse of other things.\n\n\"Don't you think it a pity,\" she says, \"that Algernon Errington should have refused his cousin's offer?\"\n\n\"A great pity -- for him.\"\n\n\"Ah! you think Mr. Filthorpe of Bristol is not to be condoled with on the occasion?\"\n\nMr. Diamond's firmly closed lips remain immovable.\n\nMinnie looks at him wistfully, and then says suddenly, \"Do you know I like Algy very much! There is something so bright and winning and gay about him! I have known him so long -- ever since he came here as a small child in a frock. And papa knew his father, Dr. Errington. He was a very clever man, a brilliant talker, and greatly sought after in society. Algy inherits all that. And he has -- what they say his father had not -- a temper that is almost perfect, thoroughly sound and sweet. I wish you liked him.\"\n\n\"Who tells you that I do not like him? You are mistaken in fancying so. I think Errington one of the most winning fellows I ever knew in my life.\"\n\n\"Y-yes; but you don't think so well of him as I do.\"\n\n\"Perhaps that is hardly to be expected! And pardon me, Miss Bodkin, but you don't know -- -- \"\n\n\"I know nothing about your thoughts on the subject!\" interrupts Minnie quickly, and with a bright, mischievous glance."}, {"quote": "\"Who tells you that I do not like him? You are mistaken in fancying so. I think Errington one of the most winning fellows I ever knew in my life.\"", "context": "\"Do you know I like Algy very much! There is something so bright and winning and gay about him! I have known him so long -- ever since he came here as a small child in a frock. And papa knew his father, Dr. Errington. He was a very clever man, a brilliant talker, and greatly sought after in society. Algy inherits all that. And he has -- what they say his father had not -- a temper that is almost perfect, thoroughly sound and sweet. I wish you liked him.\"\n\n\"Who tells you that I do not like him? You are mistaken in fancying so. I think Errington one of the most winning fellows I ever knew in my life.\"\n\n\"Y-yes; but you don't think so well of him as I do.\"\n\n\"Perhaps that is hardly to be expected! And pardon me, Miss Bodkin, but you don't know -- -- \"\n\n\"I know nothing about your thoughts on the subject!\" interrupts Minnie quickly, and with a bright, mischievous glance. \"Forgive my interrupting you; but when I am to have a cold shower-bath, I like to pull the string myself. Now it's over.\""}, {"quote": "\"Y-yes; but you don't think so well of him as I do.\"", "context": "\"Do you know I like Algy very much! There is something so bright and winning and gay about him! I have known him so long -- ever since he came here as a small child in a frock. And papa knew his father, Dr. Errington. He was a very clever man, a brilliant talker, and greatly sought after in society. Algy inherits all that. And he has -- what they say his father had not -- a temper that is almost perfect, thoroughly sound and sweet. I wish you liked him.\"\n\n\"Who tells you that I do not like him? You are mistaken in fancying so. I think Errington one of the most winning fellows I ever knew in my life.\"\n\n\"Y-yes; but you don't think so well of him as I do.\"\n\n\"Perhaps that is hardly to be expected! And pardon me, Miss Bodkin, but you don't know -- -- \"\n\n\"I know nothing about your thoughts on the subject!\" interrupts Minnie quickly, and with a bright, mischievous glance. \"Forgive my interrupting you; but when I am to have a cold shower-bath, I like to pull the string myself. Now it's over.\"\n\n\"You think me a terrible bear,\" says Diamond, looking down on her beautiful, animated face."}, {"quote": "\"I know nothing about your thoughts on the subject!", "context": "\"Do you know I like Algy very much! There is something so bright and winning and gay about him! I have known him so long -- ever since he came here as a small child in a frock. And papa knew his father, Dr. Errington. He was a very clever man, a brilliant talker, and greatly sought after in society. Algy inherits all that. And he has -- what they say his father had not -- a temper that is almost perfect, thoroughly sound and sweet. I wish you liked him.\"\n\n\"Who tells you that I do not like him? You are mistaken in fancying so. I think Errington one of the most winning fellows I ever knew in my life.\"\n\n\"Y-yes; but you don't think so well of him as I do.\"\n\n\"Perhaps that is hardly to be expected! And pardon me, Miss Bodkin, but you don't know -- -- \"\n\n\"I know nothing about your thoughts on the subject!\" interrupts Minnie quickly, and with a bright, mischievous glance. \"Forgive my interrupting you; but when I am to have a cold shower-bath, I like to pull the string myself. Now it's over.\"\n\n\"You think me a terrible bear,\" says Diamond, looking down on her beautiful, animated face.\n\n\"Ah! take care. If I know nothing about your thoughts, how do you pretend to guess mine? Besides, I am not so zoological in my choice of epithets as your friend, Mrs. Errington. Papa nearly quarrelled with that lady on the subject of Algy's going away. But, you know, it is not all Mrs. Errington's fault. Algy chooses to try his fortune under the auspices of Lord Seely -- I can see that plainly enough. And what Algy chooses his mother chooses. He has been terribly spoiled.\""}, {"quote": "\"Forgive my interrupting you; but when I am to have a cold shower-bath, I like to pull the string myself. Now it's over.\"", "context": "\"Who tells you that I do not like him? You are mistaken in fancying so. I think Errington one of the most winning fellows I ever knew in my life.\"\n\n\"Y-yes; but you don't think so well of him as I do.\"\n\n\"Perhaps that is hardly to be expected! And pardon me, Miss Bodkin, but you don't know -- -- \"\n\n\"I know nothing about your thoughts on the subject!\" interrupts Minnie quickly, and with a bright, mischievous glance. \"Forgive my interrupting you; but when I am to have a cold shower-bath, I like to pull the string myself. Now it's over.\"\n\n\"You think me a terrible bear,\" says Diamond, looking down on her beautiful, animated face.\n\n\"Ah! take care. If I know nothing about your thoughts, how do you pretend to guess mine? Besides, I am not so zoological in my choice of epithets as your friend, Mrs. Errington. Papa nearly quarrelled with that lady on the subject of Algy's going away. But, you know, it is not all Mrs. Errington's fault. Algy chooses to try his fortune under the auspices of Lord Seely -- I can see that plainly enough. And what Algy chooses his mother chooses. He has been terribly spoiled.\""}, {"quote": "\"You think me a terrible bear,", "context": "\"Y-yes; but you don't think so well of him as I do.\"\n\n\"Perhaps that is hardly to be expected! And pardon me, Miss Bodkin, but you don't know -- -- \"\n\n\"I know nothing about your thoughts on the subject!\" interrupts Minnie quickly, and with a bright, mischievous glance. \"Forgive my interrupting you; but when I am to have a cold shower-bath, I like to pull the string myself. Now it's over.\"\n\n\"You think me a terrible bear,\" says Diamond, looking down on her beautiful, animated face.\n\n\"Ah! take care. If I know nothing about your thoughts, how do you pretend to guess mine? Besides, I am not so zoological in my choice of epithets as your friend, Mrs. Errington. Papa nearly quarrelled with that lady on the subject of Algy's going away. But, you know, it is not all Mrs. Errington's fault. Algy chooses to try his fortune under the auspices of Lord Seely -- I can see that plainly enough. And what Algy chooses his mother chooses. He has been terribly spoiled.\""}, {"quote": "\"Ah! take care. If I know nothing about your thoughts, how do you pretend to guess mine? Besides, I am not so zoological in my choice of epithets as your friend, Mrs. Errington. Papa nearly quarrelled with that lady on the subject of Algy's going away. But, you know, it is not all Mrs. Errington's fault. Algy chooses to try his fortune under the auspices of Lord Seely -- I can see that plainly enough. And what Algy chooses his mother chooses. He has been terribly spoiled.\"", "context": "\"Perhaps that is hardly to be expected! And pardon me, Miss Bodkin, but you don't know -- -- \"\n\n\"I know nothing about your thoughts on the subject!\" interrupts Minnie quickly, and with a bright, mischievous glance. \"Forgive my interrupting you; but when I am to have a cold shower-bath, I like to pull the string myself. Now it's over.\"\n\n\"You think me a terrible bear,\" says Diamond, looking down on her beautiful, animated face.\n\n\"Ah! take care. If I know nothing about your thoughts, how do you pretend to guess mine? Besides, I am not so zoological in my choice of epithets as your friend, Mrs. Errington. Papa nearly quarrelled with that lady on the subject of Algy's going away. But, you know, it is not all Mrs. Errington's fault. Algy chooses to try his fortune under the auspices of Lord Seely -- I can see that plainly enough. And what Algy chooses his mother chooses. He has been terribly spoiled.\"\n\n\"It is a great misfortune -- -- \"\n\n\"To be spoiled?\"\n\n\"For him to have lost his father when he was a child. Otherwise he might not have been so pampered: though fathers spoil their children sometimes!\"\n\n\"Mine spoils me, I think. But then there is an excuse, after all, for spoiling me.\"\n\n\"My dear Miss Bodkin, you cannot suppose that I had any such meaning.\"\n\n\"You? Oh, no! You are honest: you never speak in innuendoes. But it is true, you know. My father and mother have spoiled me. Poor father and mother! I am but a miserable, frail little craft for them to have ventured so much love and devotion in!\""}, {"quote": "\"To be spoiled?\"", "context": "\"Ah! take care. If I know nothing about your thoughts, how do you pretend to guess mine? Besides, I am not so zoological in my choice of epithets as your friend, Mrs. Errington. Papa nearly quarrelled with that lady on the subject of Algy's going away. But, you know, it is not all Mrs. Errington's fault. Algy chooses to try his fortune under the auspices of Lord Seely -- I can see that plainly enough. And what Algy chooses his mother chooses. He has been terribly spoiled.\"\n\n\"It is a great misfortune -- -- \"\n\n\"To be spoiled?\"\n\n\"For him to have lost his father when he was a child. Otherwise he might not have been so pampered: though fathers spoil their children sometimes!\"\n\n\"Mine spoils me, I think. But then there is an excuse, after all, for spoiling me.\"\n\n\"My dear Miss Bodkin, you cannot suppose that I had any such meaning.\"\n\n\"You? Oh, no! You are honest: you never speak in innuendoes. But it is true, you know. My father and mother have spoiled me. Poor father and mother! I am but a miserable, frail little craft for them to have ventured so much love and devotion in!\""}, {"quote": "\"For him to have lost his father when he was a child. Otherwise he might not have been so pampered: though fathers spoil their children sometimes!\"", "context": "\"Ah! take care. If I know nothing about your thoughts, how do you pretend to guess mine? Besides, I am not so zoological in my choice of epithets as your friend, Mrs. Errington. Papa nearly quarrelled with that lady on the subject of Algy's going away. But, you know, it is not all Mrs. Errington's fault. Algy chooses to try his fortune under the auspices of Lord Seely -- I can see that plainly enough. And what Algy chooses his mother chooses. He has been terribly spoiled.\"\n\n\"It is a great misfortune -- -- \"\n\n\"To be spoiled?\"\n\n\"For him to have lost his father when he was a child. Otherwise he might not have been so pampered: though fathers spoil their children sometimes!\"\n\n\"Mine spoils me, I think. But then there is an excuse, after all, for spoiling me.\"\n\n\"My dear Miss Bodkin, you cannot suppose that I had any such meaning.\"\n\n\"You? Oh, no! You are honest: you never speak in innuendoes. But it is true, you know. My father and mother have spoiled me. Poor father and mother! I am but a miserable, frail little craft for them to have ventured so much love and devotion in!\""}, {"quote": "\"Mine spoils me, I think. But then there is an excuse, after all, for spoiling me.\"", "context": "\"Ah! take care. If I know nothing about your thoughts, how do you pretend to guess mine? Besides, I am not so zoological in my choice of epithets as your friend, Mrs. Errington. Papa nearly quarrelled with that lady on the subject of Algy's going away. But, you know, it is not all Mrs. Errington's fault. Algy chooses to try his fortune under the auspices of Lord Seely -- I can see that plainly enough. And what Algy chooses his mother chooses. He has been terribly spoiled.\"\n\n\"It is a great misfortune -- -- \"\n\n\"To be spoiled?\"\n\n\"For him to have lost his father when he was a child. Otherwise he might not have been so pampered: though fathers spoil their children sometimes!\"\n\n\"Mine spoils me, I think. But then there is an excuse, after all, for spoiling me.\"\n\n\"My dear Miss Bodkin, you cannot suppose that I had any such meaning.\"\n\n\"You? Oh, no! You are honest: you never speak in innuendoes. But it is true, you know. My father and mother have spoiled me. Poor father and mother! I am but a miserable, frail little craft for them to have ventured so much love and devotion in!\"\n\nIt was not in mortal man -- not even in mortal man whose heart was filled with a passion for another woman -- to refrain from a tender glance and a soft tone, in answer to Minnie's pathetic little plaint. Her beauty and her intellect might be resisted: her helplessness, and acknowledgment of peculiar affliction, could not be."}, {"quote": "\"My dear Miss Bodkin, you cannot suppose that I had any such meaning.\"", "context": "\"Ah! take care. If I know nothing about your thoughts, how do you pretend to guess mine? Besides, I am not so zoological in my choice of epithets as your friend, Mrs. Errington. Papa nearly quarrelled with that lady on the subject of Algy's going away. But, you know, it is not all Mrs. Errington's fault. Algy chooses to try his fortune under the auspices of Lord Seely -- I can see that plainly enough. And what Algy chooses his mother chooses. He has been terribly spoiled.\"\n\n\"It is a great misfortune -- -- \"\n\n\"To be spoiled?\"\n\n\"For him to have lost his father when he was a child. Otherwise he might not have been so pampered: though fathers spoil their children sometimes!\"\n\n\"Mine spoils me, I think. But then there is an excuse, after all, for spoiling me.\"\n\n\"My dear Miss Bodkin, you cannot suppose that I had any such meaning.\"\n\n\"You? Oh, no! You are honest: you never speak in innuendoes. But it is true, you know. My father and mother have spoiled me. Poor father and mother! I am but a miserable, frail little craft for them to have ventured so much love and devotion in!\"\n\nIt was not in mortal man -- not even in mortal man whose heart was filled with a passion for another woman -- to refrain from a tender glance and a soft tone, in answer to Minnie's pathetic little plaint. Her beauty and her intellect might be resisted: her helplessness, and acknowledgment of peculiar affliction, could not be."}, {"quote": "\"You? Oh, no! You are honest: you never speak in innuendoes. But it is true, you know. My father and mother have spoiled me. Poor father and mother! I am but a miserable, frail little craft for them to have ventured so much love and devotion in!\"", "context": "\"Ah! take care. If I know nothing about your thoughts, how do you pretend to guess mine? Besides, I am not so zoological in my choice of epithets as your friend, Mrs. Errington. Papa nearly quarrelled with that lady on the subject of Algy's going away. But, you know, it is not all Mrs. Errington's fault. Algy chooses to try his fortune under the auspices of Lord Seely -- I can see that plainly enough. And what Algy chooses his mother chooses. He has been terribly spoiled.\"\n\n\"It is a great misfortune -- -- \"\n\n\"To be spoiled?\"\n\n\"For him to have lost his father when he was a child. Otherwise he might not have been so pampered: though fathers spoil their children sometimes!\"\n\n\"Mine spoils me, I think. But then there is an excuse, after all, for spoiling me.\"\n\n\"My dear Miss Bodkin, you cannot suppose that I had any such meaning.\"\n\n\"You? Oh, no! You are honest: you never speak in innuendoes. But it is true, you know. My father and mother have spoiled me. Poor father and mother! I am but a miserable, frail little craft for them to have ventured so much love and devotion in!\"\n\nIt was not in mortal man -- not even in mortal man whose heart was filled with a passion for another woman -- to refrain from a tender glance and a soft tone, in answer to Minnie's pathetic little plaint. Her beauty and her intellect might be resisted: her helplessness, and acknowledgment of peculiar affliction, could not be.\n\n\"Ah!\" said Matthew Diamond; \"who would not embark all their freight of affection in such a venture as the hope that you would love them again? I think your parents are paid.\""}, {"quote": "\"who would not embark all their freight of affection in such a venture as the hope that you would love them again? I think your parents are paid.\"", "context": "\"You? Oh, no! You are honest: you never speak in innuendoes. But it is true, you know. My father and mother have spoiled me. Poor father and mother! I am but a miserable, frail little craft for them to have ventured so much love and devotion in!\"\n\nIt was not in mortal man -- not even in mortal man whose heart was filled with a passion for another woman -- to refrain from a tender glance and a soft tone, in answer to Minnie's pathetic little plaint. Her beauty and her intellect might be resisted: her helplessness, and acknowledgment of peculiar affliction, could not be.\n\n\"Ah!\" said Matthew Diamond; \"who would not embark all their freight of affection in such a venture as the hope that you would love them again? I think your parents are paid.\"\n\nIt has been said that Mr. Diamond's calm, grave face raised an indefinite expectation in the beholder. When he said those words to Minnie Bodkin, you would have thought, if you had been watching him, that you had found the key of the puzzle, and that an ineffable tenderness was the secret that lay hid beneath that grave mask. The stern mouth smiled, the stern eyes beamed, the straight brows were lifted in a compassionate curve. Minnie had never seen his face with that look on it, and the change in it gave her a curious pang, half of pain, half of pleasure. Strong conflicting feelings battled in her. She was strung to a high pitch of excitement; and her eyes brightened, and her pulse beat quicker -- all for a look, a smile, a beam of the eye from this staid, quiet schoolmaster! What do we know of the thought in our neighbour's brain? of the thrill that makes his heart flutter? We do not care for this air-bubble. How can he? It is yonder beautiful transparent ball, all radiant with prismatic colours, that we expend our breath upon. Up it goes -- up, up, up -- look! No; our stupid neighbour is watching his own airy sphere, which is not nearly so beautiful; and which, we know, will burst presently!"}, {"quote": "\"Why, how do you do, Mr. Diamond? Dear me! I little expected to see you this evening. Dear Minnie, how are you now? Well, this is a surprise!\"", "context": "The Misses McDougall are in good spirits. They have won, and they have had the two young men all to themselves, for Ally Dockett in short frocks doesn't count. Also Minnie Bodkin has kept aloof. That bright lamp of hers is not favourable to such twinkling little rushlights as Rose and Violet are able to display. But this evening they have not been quenched by a superior luminary, and are quite radiant and cheerful. Dr. Bodkin, too, is contented in his lofty manner; for there has been no music, and he has enjoyed his rubber in peace. Colonel Whistler has lost, but the stakes are always modest at Dr. Bodkin's table, and he doesn't mind it. Over the feelings of the Rev. Peter Warlock it will, perhaps, be best to draw a veil. The reverend gentleman stalks in, and sits down in a corner, whence he can stare at Minnie unobserved. It is the only comfort he enjoys throughout the evening. And for this he thinks it worth while to submit to the peine forte et dure of playing whist, with Colonel Whistler for his partner.\n\nMrs. Errington sails towards Minnie's sofa, and suddenly stops short, and opens her eyes very wide.\n\nMr. Diamond, who is the object of her gaze, rises and bows. \"Good evening, madam,\" he says, unable to repress a smile at her manifest astonishment on beholding him there.\n\n\"Why, how do you do, Mr. Diamond? Dear me! I little expected to see you this evening. Dear Minnie, how are you now? Well, this is a surprise!\"\n\nThen, as Mr. Diamond moves away, Mrs. Errington takes his chair beside Minnie, and says to her confidentially -- \"Now, I hope, Minnie, you won't owe me a grudge for it; but I must confess that if it hadn't been for me, you wouldn't have had that gentleman to entertain this evening.\"\n\n\"What on earth do you mean?\" cries Minnie, with scant ceremony, and flashes an impatient glance at the lady's soft, smiling, self-satisfied visage."}, {"quote": "\"Now, I hope, Minnie, you won't owe me a grudge for it; but I must confess that if it hadn't been for me, you wouldn't have had that gentleman to entertain this evening.\"", "context": "Mr. Diamond, who is the object of her gaze, rises and bows. \"Good evening, madam,\" he says, unable to repress a smile at her manifest astonishment on beholding him there.\n\n\"Why, how do you do, Mr. Diamond? Dear me! I little expected to see you this evening. Dear Minnie, how are you now? Well, this is a surprise!\"\n\nThen, as Mr. Diamond moves away, Mrs. Errington takes his chair beside Minnie, and says to her confidentially -- \"Now, I hope, Minnie, you won't owe me a grudge for it; but I must confess that if it hadn't been for me, you wouldn't have had that gentleman to entertain this evening.\"\n\n\"What on earth do you mean?\" cries Minnie, with scant ceremony, and flashes an impatient glance at the lady's soft, smiling, self-satisfied visage.\n\n\"My dear, I advised him to come here a little oftener. I think he felt diffident, you know, and all that. Poor man, he is rather dull, although Algy is always crying up his talents. But it really is kind to bring him forward a little. I asked him to tea the other night. You see he must feel it a good deal when people are affable, and so on, fo"}, {"quote": "\"What on earth do you mean?", "context": "\"Why, how do you do, Mr. Diamond? Dear me! I little expected to see you this evening. Dear Minnie, how are you now? Well, this is a surprise!\"\n\nThen, as Mr. Diamond moves away, Mrs. Errington takes his chair beside Minnie, and says to her confidentially -- \"Now, I hope, Minnie, you won't owe me a grudge for it; but I must confess that if it hadn't been for me, you wouldn't have had that gentleman to entertain this evening.\"\n\n\"What on earth do you mean?\" cries Minnie, with scant ceremony, and flashes an impatient glance at the lady's soft, smiling, self-satisfied visage.\n\n\"My dear, I advised him to come here a little oftener. I think he felt diffident, you know, and all that. Poor man, he is rather dull, although Algy is always crying up his talents. But it really is kind to bring him forward a little. I asked him to tea the other night. You see he must feel it a good deal when people are affable, and so on, fo"}, {"quote": "\"My dear, I advised him to come here a little oftener. I think he felt diffident, you know, and all that. Poor man, he is rather dull, although Algy is always crying up his talents. But it really is kind to bring him forward a little. I asked him to tea the other night. You see he must feel it a good deal when people are affable, and so on, for", "context": "Then, as Mr. Diamond moves away, Mrs. Errington takes his chair beside Minnie, and says to her confidentially -- \"Now, I hope, Minnie, you won't owe me a grudge for it; but I must confess that if it hadn't been for me, you wouldn't have had that gentleman to entertain this evening.\"\n\n\"What on earth do you mean?\" cries Minnie, with scant ceremony, and flashes an impatient glance at the lady's soft, smiling, self-satisfied visage.\n\n\"My dear, I advised him to come here a little oftener. I think he felt diffident, you know, and all that. Poor man, he is rather dull, although Algy is always crying up his talents. But it really is kind to bring him forward a little. I asked him to tea the other night. You see he must feel it a good deal when people are affable, and so on, for\" -- here her voice sank to a whisper -- \"he told me himself that he had been a sizar.\"\n\nWith all which benevolent remarks Miss Bodkin is, of course, highly delighted. She does not forget them either; for after the negus has been drunk, and the sandwiches eaten, and the company has departed, she says to her father, \"Papa, was Mr. Diamond a sizar?\"\n\n\"I don't know, child. Very likely. None the worse for that, if he were.\""}, {"quote": "\"he told me himself that he had been a sizar.\"", "context": "\" cries Minnie, with scant ceremony, and flashes an impatient glance at the lady's soft, smiling, self-satisfied visage.\n\n\"My dear, I advised him to come here a little oftener. I think he felt diffident, you know, and all that. Poor man, he is rather dull, although Algy is always crying up his talents. But it really is kind to bring him forward a little. I asked him to tea the other night. You see he must feel it a good deal when people are affable, and so on, for\" -- here her voice sank to a whisper -- \"he told me himself that he had been a sizar.\"\n\nWith all which benevolent remarks Miss Bodkin is, of course, highly delighted. She does not forget them either; for after the negus has been drunk, and the sandwiches eaten, and the company has departed, she says to her father, \"Papa, was Mr. Diamond a sizar?\"\n\n\"I don't know, child. Very likely. None the worse for that, if he were.\"\n\n\"The worse! No!\" returns Minnie, with a superb smile.\n\n\"Who says he was?\""}, {"quote": "\"Papa, was Mr. Diamond a sizar?\"", "context": "\"My dear, I advised him to come here a little oftener. I think he felt diffident, you know, and all that. Poor man, he is rather dull, although Algy is always crying up his talents. But it really is kind to bring him forward a little. I asked him to tea the other night. You see he must feel it a good deal when people are affable, and so on, for\" -- here her voice sank to a whisper -- \"he told me himself that he had been a sizar.\"\n\nWith all which benevolent remarks Miss Bodkin is, of course, highly delighted. She does not forget them either; for after the negus has been drunk, and the sandwiches eaten, and the company has departed, she says to her father, \"Papa, was Mr. Diamond a sizar?\"\n\n\"I don't know, child. Very likely. None the worse for that, if he were.\"\n\n\"The worse! No!\" returns Minnie, with a superb smile.\n\n\"Who says he was?\"\n\n\"Mrs. Errington.\"\n\n\"Pooh! Ten to one it isn't true then. She has her good points, poor woman, but the Ancrams are all liars; every one of them! Greatest liars in all the Midland Counties. It runs in the family, like gout.\""}, {"quote": "\"I don't know, child. Very likely. None the worse for that, if he were.\"", "context": "\"My dear, I advised him to come here a little oftener. I think he felt diffident, you know, and all that. Poor man, he is rather dull, although Algy is always crying up his talents. But it really is kind to bring him forward a little. I asked him to tea the other night. You see he must feel it a good deal when people are affable, and so on, for\" -- here her voice sank to a whisper -- \"he told me himself that he had been a sizar.\"\n\nWith all which benevolent remarks Miss Bodkin is, of course, highly delighted. She does not forget them either; for after the negus has been drunk, and the sandwiches eaten, and the company has departed, she says to her father, \"Papa, was Mr. Diamond a sizar?\"\n\n\"I don't know, child. Very likely. None the worse for that, if he were.\"\n\n\"The worse! No!\" returns Minnie, with a superb smile.\n\n\"Who says he was?\"\n\n\"Mrs. Errington.\"\n\n\"Pooh! Ten to one it isn't true then. She has her good points, poor woman, but the Ancrams are all liars; every one of them! Greatest liars in all the Midland Counties. It runs in the family, like gout.\"\n\n\"It does not seem likely, certainly, that Mr. Diamond should have confided the circumstance to Mrs. Errington"}, {"quote": "\"Pooh! Ten to one it isn't true then. She has her good points, poor woman, but the Ancrams are all liars; every one of them! Greatest liars in all the Midland Counties. It runs in the family, like gout.\"", "context": "With all which benevolent remarks Miss Bodkin is, of course, highly delighted. She does not forget them either; for after the negus has been drunk, and the sandwiches eaten, and the company has departed, she says to her father, \"Papa, was Mr. Diamond a sizar?\"\n\n\"I don't know, child. Very likely. None the worse for that, if he were.\"\n\n\"The worse! No!\" returns Minnie, with a superb smile.\n\n\"Who says he was?\"\n\n\"Mrs. Errington.\"\n\n\"Pooh! Ten to one it isn't true then. She has her good points, poor woman, but the Ancrams are all liars; every one of them! Greatest liars in all the Midland Counties. It runs in the family, like gout.\"\n\n\"It does not seem likely, certainly, that Mr. Diamond should have confided the circumstance to Mrs. Errington,\" observed Minnie, thoughtfully.\n\n\"Confided! No; I never knew a man less likely to confide anything to anybody.\"\n\n\"However, after all, it is a thing which all the world might know, isn't it, papa?\"\n\nDr. Bodkin was not interested in the question. He gave a great loud yawn, and declared it was time for Minnie to go to bed."}, {"quote": "\"It does not seem likely, certainly, that Mr. Diamond should have confided the circumstance to Mrs. Errington,", "context": "\"I don't know, child. Very likely. None the worse for that, if he were.\"\n\n\"The worse! No!\" returns Minnie, with a superb smile.\n\n\"Who says he was?\"\n\n\"Mrs. Errington.\"\n\n\"Pooh! Ten to one it isn't true then. She has her good points, poor woman, but the Ancrams are all liars; every one of them! Greatest liars in all the Midland Counties. It runs in the family, like gout.\"\n\n\"It does not seem likely, certainly, that Mr. Diamond should have confided the circumstance to Mrs. Errington,\" observed Minnie, thoughtfully.\n\n\"Confided! No; I never knew a man less likely to confide anything to anybody.\"\n\n\"However, after all, it is a thing which all the world might know, isn't it, papa?\"\n\nDr. Bodkin was not interested in the question. He gave a great loud yawn, and declared it was time for Minnie to go to bed.\n\n\"It doesn't follow that I'm sleepy because you yawn, papa!\" she said saucily."}, {"quote": "\"Confided! No; I never knew a man less likely to confide anything to anybody.\"", "context": "\"Who says he was?\"\n\n\"Mrs. Errington.\"\n\n\"Pooh! Ten to one it isn't true then. She has her good points, poor woman, but the Ancrams are all liars; every one of them! Greatest liars in all the Midland Counties. It runs in the family, like gout.\"\n\n\"It does not seem likely, certainly, that Mr. Diamond should have confided the circumstance to Mrs. Errington,\" observed Minnie, thoughtfully.\n\n\"Confided! No; I never knew a man less likely to confide anything to anybody.\"\n\n\"However, after all, it is a thing which all the world might know, isn't it, papa?\"\n\nDr. Bodkin was not interested in the question. He gave a great loud yawn, and declared it was time for Minnie to go to bed.\n\n\"It doesn't follow that I'm sleepy because you yawn, papa!\" she said saucily.\n\n\"You are tired though, puss! I see it in your face. Go to bed. Mrs. Bodkin, get Minnie off to rest.\""}, {"quote": "\"However, after all, it is a thing which all the world might know, isn't it, papa?\"", "context": "\"Pooh! Ten to one it isn't true then. She has her good points, poor woman, but the Ancrams are all liars; every one of them! Greatest liars in all the Midland Counties. It runs in the family, like gout.\"\n\n\"It does not seem likely, certainly, that Mr. Diamond should have confided the circumstance to Mrs. Errington,\" observed Minnie, thoughtfully.\n\n\"Confided! No; I never knew a man less likely to confide anything to anybody.\"\n\n\"However, after all, it is a thing which all the world might know, isn't it, papa?\"\n\nDr. Bodkin was not interested in the question. He gave a great loud yawn, and declared it was time for Minnie to go to bed.\n\n\"It doesn't follow that I'm sleepy because you yawn, papa!\" she said saucily.\n\n\"You are tired though, puss! I see it in your face. Go to bed. Mrs. Bodkin, get Minnie off to rest.\"\n\nHe bent to kiss his daughter, and bid her good night.\n\n\"Say 'God bless' me, papa"}, {"quote": "\"It doesn't follow that I'm sleepy because you yawn, papa!", "context": "\"It does not seem likely, certainly, that Mr. Diamond should have confided the circumstance to Mrs. Errington,\" observed Minnie, thoughtfully.\n\n\"Confided! No; I never knew a man less likely to confide anything to anybody.\"\n\n\"However, after all, it is a thing which all the world might know, isn't it, papa?\"\n\nDr. Bodkin was not interested in the question. He gave a great loud yawn, and declared it was time for Minnie to go to bed.\n\n\"It doesn't follow that I'm sleepy because you yawn, papa!\" she said saucily.\n\n\"You are tired though, puss! I see it in your face. Go to bed. Mrs. Bodkin, get Minnie off to rest.\"\n\nHe bent to kiss his daughter, and bid her good night.\n\n\"Say 'God bless' me, papa,\" she whispered, drawing his head down and kissing his forehead.\n\n\"Don't I always say it? God bless you, my darling!\"\n\nThere were tears in Minnie's eyes as she turned her head away among her cushions. But nobody saw them. She talked to the maid who undressed her about Mr. Powell, the Methodist preacher, and asked her if she had heard him, and what the folks said about him in the town."}, {"quote": "\"You are tired though, puss! I see it in your face. Go to bed. Mrs. Bodkin, get Minnie off to rest.\"", "context": "\" observed Minnie, thoughtfully.\n\n\"Confided! No; I never knew a man less likely to confide anything to anybody.\"\n\n\"However, after all, it is a thing which all the world might know, isn't it, papa?\"\n\nDr. Bodkin was not interested in the question. He gave a great loud yawn, and declared it was time for Minnie to go to bed.\n\n\"It doesn't follow that I'm sleepy because you yawn, papa!\" she said saucily.\n\n\"You are tired though, puss! I see it in your face. Go to bed. Mrs. Bodkin, get Minnie off to rest.\"\n\nHe bent to kiss his daughter, and bid her good night.\n\n\"Say 'God bless' me, papa,\" she whispered, drawing his head down and kissing his forehead.\n\n\"Don't I always say it? God bless you, my darling!\"\n\nThere were tears in Minnie's eyes as she turned her head away among her cushions. But nobody saw them. She talked to the maid who undressed her about Mr. Powell, the Methodist preacher, and asked her if she had heard him, and what the folks said about him in the town."}, {"quote": "\"Say 'God bless' me, papa,", "context": "\"However, after all, it is a thing which all the world might know, isn't it, papa?\"\n\nDr. Bodkin was not interested in the question. He gave a great loud yawn, and declared it was time for Minnie to go to bed.\n\n\"It doesn't follow that I'm sleepy because you yawn, papa!\" she said saucily.\n\n\"You are tired though, puss! I see it in your face. Go to bed. Mrs. Bodkin, get Minnie off to rest.\"\n\nHe bent to kiss his daughter, and bid her good night.\n\n\"Say 'God bless' me, papa,\" she whispered, drawing his head down and kissing his forehead.\n\n\"Don't I always say it? God bless you, my darling!\"\n\nThere were tears in Minnie's eyes as she turned her head away among her cushions. But nobody saw them. She talked to the maid who undressed her about Mr. Powell, the Methodist preacher, and asked her if she had heard him, and what the folks said about him in the town.\n\n\"No, Miss Minnie. I've never heard him, and I know master wouldn't think it right for any of us to be going to a dissenting chapel. But I do think as there's some good to be got there, miss. For my brother Richard, him that lives groom at Pudcombe Hall -- he went and got -- got 'conversion,' I think they call it, at Mr. Powell's. And since then he's never touched a drop of liquor, nor a bad word never comes out of his mouth. And he says he's quite happy and comfortable in his mind, miss.\""}, {"quote": "\"Don't I always say it? God bless you, my darling!\"", "context": "Dr. Bodkin was not interested in the question. He gave a great loud yawn, and declared it was time for Minnie to go to bed.\n\n\"It doesn't follow that I'm sleepy because you yawn, papa!\" she said saucily.\n\n\"You are tired though, puss! I see it in your face. Go to bed. Mrs. Bodkin, get Minnie off to rest.\"\n\nHe bent to kiss his daughter, and bid her good night.\n\n\"Say 'God bless' me, papa,\" she whispered, drawing his head down and kissing his forehead.\n\n\"Don't I always say it? God bless you, my darling!\"\n\nThere were tears in Minnie's eyes as she turned her head away among her cushions. But nobody saw them. She talked to the maid who undressed her about Mr. Powell, the Methodist preacher, and asked her if she had heard him, and what the folks said about him in the town.\n\n\"No, Miss Minnie. I've never heard him, and I know master wouldn't think it right for any of us to be going to a dissenting chapel. But I do think as there's some good to be got there, miss. For my brother Richard, him that lives groom at Pudcombe Hall -- he went and got -- got 'conversion,' I think they call it, at Mr. Powell's. And since then he's never touched a drop of liquor, nor a bad word never comes out of his mouth. And he says he's quite happy and comfortable in his mind, miss.\""}, {"quote": "\"No, Miss Minnie. I've never heard him, and I know master wouldn't think it right for any of us to be going to a dissenting chapel. But I do think as there's some good to be got there, miss. For my brother Richard, him that lives groom at Pudcombe Hall -- he went and got -- got 'conversion,' I think they call it, at Mr. Powell's. And since then he's never touched a drop of liquor, nor a bad word never comes out of his mouth. And he says he's quite happy and comfortable in his mind, miss.\"", "context": "He bent to kiss his daughter, and bid her good night.\n\n\"Say 'God bless' me, papa,\" she whispered, drawing his head down and kissing his forehead.\n\n\"Don't I always say it? God bless you, my darling!\"\n\nThere were tears in Minnie's eyes as she turned her head away among her cushions. But nobody saw them. She talked to the maid who undressed her about Mr. Powell, the Methodist preacher, and asked her if she had heard him, and what the folks said about him in the town.\n\n\"No, Miss Minnie. I've never heard him, and I know master wouldn't think it right for any of us to be going to a dissenting chapel. But I do think as there's some good to be got there, miss. For my brother Richard, him that lives groom at Pudcombe Hall -- he went and got -- got 'conversion,' I think they call it, at Mr. Powell's. And since then he's never touched a drop of liquor, nor a bad word never comes out of his mouth. And he says he's quite happy and comfortable in his mind, miss.\"\n\n\"Is he? How I envy him!\"\n\nCHAPTER VI.\n\nIt is exceedingly disagreeable to find that a scheme you have set your head on, or a prospect which smiles before you, is displeasing to the persons who surround you. It gives a cold shock to the glow of anticipation.\n\nAlgernon did not perhaps care to sympathise very keenly with other folks' pleasure, but he certainly desired that they should be pleased with what pleased him, which is not quite the same thing.\n\nHis mother informed him -- perhaps with a dash of the Ancram colouring; although we have seen how unjustly the worthy lady was suspected of falsehood by Dr. Bodkin on a late occasion -- that Mr. Diamond disapproved of his refusing Mr. Filthorpe's offer, and of his resolve to go to London. Dr. Bodkin, Algernon knew, did not approve it; neither did Minnie, although she had never said so in words. How unpleasantly chilly people were, to be sure!"}, {"quote": "\"I'm sure he doesn't appreciate you at all, Algy,", "context": "His mother informed him -- perhaps with a dash of the Ancram colouring; although we have seen how unjustly the worthy lady was suspected of falsehood by Dr. Bodkin on a late occasion -- that Mr. Diamond disapproved of his refusing Mr. Filthorpe's offer, and of his resolve to go to London. Dr. Bodkin, Algernon knew, did not approve it; neither did Minnie, although she had never said so in words. How unpleasantly chilly people were, to be sure!\n\nMrs. Errington did not like Mr. Diamond. She mistrusted him. His silence and gravity, his odd sarcastic smiles, and taciturn politeness, made her uneasy. Despite the patronising way in which she had spoken of him to Minnie Bodkin, in her heart she thought the young man to be horribly presuming.\n\n\"I'm sure he doesn't appreciate you at all, Algy,\" she declared, winding up a list of Mr. Diamond's defects and misdemeanours with this culminating accusation.\n\nAlgy had a shrewd notion that Mr. Diamond's appreciation of himself was likely to be a just one, and he was a little vexed and discomfited, that his tutor had given him no word of praise behind his back. Mrs. Errington saw that she had made an impression, and began to heighten and embellish her statements accordingly. \"But, my dear boy"}, {"quote": "\"But, my dear boy,", "context": "\"I'm sure he doesn't appreciate you at all, Algy,\" she declared, winding up a list of Mr. Diamond's defects and misdemeanours with this culminating accusation.\n\nAlgy had a shrewd notion that Mr. Diamond's appreciation of himself was likely to be a just one, and he was a little vexed and discomfited, that his tutor had given him no word of praise behind his back. Mrs. Errington saw that she had made an impression, and began to heighten and embellish her statements accordingly. \"But, my dear boy,\" said she, \"how can we expect him to recognise talents like yours -- gentlemanly talents, so to speak? The man himself is a mere plodder. Why, he was a sizar at college!\"\n\nAlgy felt himself to be a very generous fellow for continuing to \"stand up for old Diamond,\" as he phrased it.\n\n\"Well, ma'am, plenty of great men have been poor scholars. Dean Swift was a sizar.\"\n\n\"And Dean Swift died in a madhouse! So you see, Algy!\""}, {"quote": "\"how can we expect him to recognise talents like yours -- gentlemanly talents, so to speak? The man himself is a mere plodder. Why, he was a sizar at college!\"", "context": "\" she declared, winding up a list of Mr. Diamond's defects and misdemeanours with this culminating accusation.\n\nAlgy had a shrewd notion that Mr. Diamond's appreciation of himself was likely to be a just one, and he was a little vexed and discomfited, that his tutor had given him no word of praise behind his back. Mrs. Errington saw that she had made an impression, and began to heighten and embellish her statements accordingly. \"But, my dear boy,\" said she, \"how can we expect him to recognise talents like yours -- gentlemanly talents, so to speak? The man himself is a mere plodder. Why, he was a sizar at college!\"\n\nAlgy felt himself to be a very generous fellow for continuing to \"stand up for old Diamond,\" as he phrased it.\n\n\"Well, ma'am, plenty of great men have been poor scholars. Dean Swift was a sizar.\"\n\n\"And Dean Swift died in a madhouse! So you see, Algy!\"\n\nMrs. Errington plumed herself a good deal upon this retort, and returned to the attack upon Mr. Diamond with fresh vigour; being one of those persons whose mode of warfare is elephantine, and who, never content with merely killing their enemy, must ponderously stamp and mash every semblance of humanity out of him."}, {"quote": "\"stand up for old Diamond,", "context": "Algy had a shrewd notion that Mr. Diamond's appreciation of himself was likely to be a just one, and he was a little vexed and discomfited, that his tutor had given him no word of praise behind his back. Mrs. Errington saw that she had made an impression, and began to heighten and embellish her statements accordingly. \"But, my dear boy,\" said she, \"how can we expect him to recognise talents like yours -- gentlemanly talents, so to speak? The man himself is a mere plodder. Why, he was a sizar at college!\"\n\nAlgy felt himself to be a very generous fellow for continuing to \"stand up for old Diamond,\" as he phrased it.\n\n\"Well, ma'am, plenty of great men have been poor scholars. Dean Swift was a sizar.\"\n\n\"And Dean Swift died in a madhouse! So you see, Algy!\"\n\nMrs. Errington plumed herself a good deal upon this retort, and returned to the attack upon Mr. Diamond with fresh vigour; being one of those persons whose mode of warfare is elephantine, and who, never content with merely killing their enemy, must ponderously stamp and mash every semblance of humanity out of him."}, {"quote": "\"Well, ma'am, plenty of great men have been poor scholars. Dean Swift was a sizar.\"", "context": "Algy had a shrewd notion that Mr. Diamond's appreciation of himself was likely to be a just one, and he was a little vexed and discomfited, that his tutor had given him no word of praise behind his back. Mrs. Errington saw that she had made an impression, and began to heighten and embellish her statements accordingly. \"But, my dear boy,\" said she, \"how can we expect him to recognise talents like yours -- gentlemanly talents, so to speak? The man himself is a mere plodder. Why, he was a sizar at college!\"\n\nAlgy felt himself to be a very generous fellow for continuing to \"stand up for old Diamond,\" as he phrased it.\n\n\"Well, ma'am, plenty of great men have been poor scholars. Dean Swift was a sizar.\"\n\n\"And Dean Swift died in a madhouse! So you see, Algy!\"\n\nMrs. Errington plumed herself a good deal upon this retort, and returned to the attack upon Mr. Diamond with fresh vigour; being one of those persons whose mode of warfare is elephantine, and who, never content with merely killing their enemy, must ponderously stamp and mash every semblance of humanity out of him.\n\nAlgernon did not like all this. His vanity was -- at least during this period of his life -- a great deal more vulnerable than his mother's. And she, although she doated on him, would say unpleasant things, indignantly repeat mortifying remarks which had been made, and in a hundred ways unconsciously wound the sensitive love of approbation which was one of Algernon's tenderest (not to say weakest) points."}, {"quote": "\"And Dean Swift died in a madhouse! So you see, Algy!\"", "context": "Algy had a shrewd notion that Mr. Diamond's appreciation of himself was likely to be a just one, and he was a little vexed and discomfited, that his tutor had given him no word of praise behind his back. Mrs. Errington saw that she had made an impression, and began to heighten and embellish her statements accordingly. \"But, my dear boy,\" said she, \"how can we expect him to recognise talents like yours -- gentlemanly talents, so to speak? The man himself is a mere plodder. Why, he was a sizar at college!\"\n\nAlgy felt himself to be a very generous fellow for continuing to \"stand up for old Diamond,\" as he phrased it.\n\n\"Well, ma'am, plenty of great men have been poor scholars. Dean Swift was a sizar.\"\n\n\"And Dean Swift died in a madhouse! So you see, Algy!\"\n\nMrs. Errington plumed herself a good deal upon this retort, and returned to the attack upon Mr. Diamond with fresh vigour; being one of those persons whose mode of warfare is elephantine, and who, never content with merely killing their enemy, must ponderously stamp and mash every semblance of humanity out of him.\n\nAlgernon did not like all this. His vanity was -- at least during this period of his life -- a great deal more vulnerable than his mother's. And she, although she doated on him, would say unpleasant things, indignantly repeat mortifying remarks which had been made, and in a hundred ways unconsciously wound the sensitive love of approbation which was one of Algernon's tenderest (not to say weakest) points."}, {"quote": "\"Striking.", "context": "In London a day in mid-August drew to its close. The air was motionless, the pavements were hot. Weary children came home with the perambulator from the sand-pit of Regent's Park or the playground of Kensington Gardens. Young men from the city wore straw hats and thronged the outside of motor-omnibuses. Oxford Street, that singularly striving street, was still striving, still exhibiting some of its numerous activities. Starting from a humble and Holborn origin, it lives to touch the lips of Park Lane, but it goes to Bayswater when it dies. It was still protesting that it was not tired and still crowded with traffic. Irregular masses of buildings and heavy dusty trees stood out darkly against a sky of fainting lettuce colour. Young Mrs Bablove noticed them as she came out of the Tube station, drawing her cloak round her unwonted evening-dress. \"Yes,\" said her husband, as she called his attention to the effect. \"Striking.\" It was scarcely a minute's walk from the station to the Restaurant Merveilleux, where they were to be the guests of Mr Albert Carver.\n\nThe Restaurant Merveilleux does its best. It has an arc-lamp and a medium-sized commissionaire. It bears its name proudly in gilt letters a foot and a half high. In the entrance are bay trees in green tubs and a framed bill of our celebrated diner du jour at half-a-crown. Within are little tables brightly appointed and many electric lights. A mahogany screen is carved with challenging pine-apples and grapes, and against it is a table for six. Mr Carver had reserved this table. Yet somehow one gets the correct impression that this is a small eating-house under Italian proprietorship."}, {"quote": "\"Looks almost too good to eat,", "context": "Mr Carver surveyed his little party with pleasure. It was not the celebrated half-crown dinner that was being served for this Lucullus; it was the rich man's alternative -- the diner de luxe at four-and-six. Mr Carver always said that if he did a thing at all he liked to do it well. He was a man of middle stature and middle age. His hair was very black and intensely smooth. His face suggested a commercial Napoleon. He was dressed with some elaboration; pink coral buttons constrained his white waistcoat over a slight protuberance. Other diners at other tables were not so dressed -- not dressed for the evening at all. One blackguard had entered in a suit of flannels and a straw hat. But other tables had not the profusion of smilax and carnations which graced the table reserved for Mr Carver's party. A paper simulation of chrysanthemums was good enough for the half-crowners. How could they expect the eager attendance given to Mr Carver's party? The frock-coated proprietor hovered near the mahogany screen. The head-waiter, at a side-table, took the neck of a bottle of sparkling burgundy between his dusky hands and caused it to rotate vigorously in the ice-pail. This does not really make that curious wine any the worse. Another waiter handed up for Mr Carver's approval the chef's attempt to make a lobster look like a sunset on the Matterhorn.\n\n\"Looks almost too good to eat,\" said Adela Holmes, drowsily.\n\nMr Carver laughed joyously. \"Think so, Nirvana? Well, we'll try it.\"\n\nThe wonder had not yet quite gone out of the soft brown eyes of Dora Bablove. This was luxury indeed. It was a new way of living that she had never known; in the course of her married life she had dined out very rarely, and never after this manner. Somehow she felt as if she was not Dora Bablove at all."}, {"quote": "\"Think so, Nirvana? Well, we'll try it.\"", "context": "Mr Carver surveyed his little party with pleasure. It was not the celebrated half-crown dinner that was being served for this Lucullus; it was the rich man's alternative -- the diner de luxe at four-and-six. Mr Carver always said that if he did a thing at all he liked to do it well. He was a man of middle stature and middle age. His hair was very black and intensely smooth. His face suggested a commercial Napoleon. He was dressed with some elaboration; pink coral buttons constrained his white waistcoat over a slight protuberance. Other diners at other tables were not so dressed -- not dressed for the evening at all. One blackguard had entered in a suit of flannels and a straw hat. But other tables had not the profusion of smilax and carnations which graced the table reserved for Mr Carver's party. A paper simulation of chrysanthemums was good enough for the half-crowners. How could they expect the eager attendance given to Mr Carver's party? The frock-coated proprietor hovered near the mahogany screen. The head-waiter, at a side-table, took the neck of a bottle of sparkling burgundy between his dusky hands and caused it to rotate vigorously in the ice-pail. This does not really make that curious wine any the worse. Another waiter handed up for Mr Carver's approval the chef's attempt to make a lobster look like a sunset on the Matterhorn.\n\n\"Looks almost too good to eat,\" said Adela Holmes, drowsily.\n\nMr Carver laughed joyously. \"Think so, Nirvana? Well, we'll try it.\"\n\nThe wonder had not yet quite gone out of the soft brown eyes of Dora Bablove. This was luxury indeed. It was a new way of living that she had never known; in the course of her married life she had dined out very rarely, and never after this manner. Somehow she felt as if she was not Dora Bablove at all.\n\nThe proprietor made a suggestion to Mr Carver. \"Good idea, signor,\" said Mr Carver. \"You'd like an electric fan, Mrs Bablove, wouldn't you?\""}, {"quote": "\"Good idea, signor,", "context": "Mr Carver laughed joyously. \"Think so, Nirvana? Well, we'll try it.\"\n\nThe wonder had not yet quite gone out of the soft brown eyes of Dora Bablove. This was luxury indeed. It was a new way of living that she had never known; in the course of her married life she had dined out very rarely, and never after this manner. Somehow she felt as if she was not Dora Bablove at all.\n\nThe proprietor made a suggestion to Mr Carver. \"Good idea, signor,\" said Mr Carver. \"You'd like an electric fan, Mrs Bablove, wouldn't you?\"\n\nIt was done in a moment. An electric lamp was taken out, and something plugged in its place. A gentle whirr, with a hint of an aeroplane in it. A cool breeze that fluttered the pendent smilax.\n\n\"I think you're being very well looked after,\" said Mrs Bablove, timidly.\n\n\"You've got it,\" said Mr Carver, with conviction."}, {"quote": "\"You'd like an electric fan, Mrs Bablove, wouldn't you?\"", "context": "\"Think so, Nirvana? Well, we'll try it.\"\n\nThe wonder had not yet quite gone out of the soft brown eyes of Dora Bablove. This was luxury indeed. It was a new way of living that she had never known; in the course of her married life she had dined out very rarely, and never after this manner. Somehow she felt as if she was not Dora Bablove at all.\n\nThe proprietor made a suggestion to Mr Carver. \"Good idea, signor,\" said Mr Carver. \"You'd like an electric fan, Mrs Bablove, wouldn't you?\"\n\nIt was done in a moment. An electric lamp was taken out, and something plugged in its place. A gentle whirr, with a hint of an aeroplane in it. A cool breeze that fluttered the pendent smilax.\n\n\"I think you're being very well looked after,\" said Mrs Bablove, timidly.\n\n\"You've got it,\" said Mr Carver, with conviction. \"That's just the advantage of a little place like this. I'm here pretty often, and the signor knows me; and -- oh, well, I daresay he thinks it worth his while to keep my custom. I assure you I get an amount of personal attention here that I never get at the Ritz"}, {"quote": "\"I think you're being very well looked after,", "context": "The wonder had not yet quite gone out of the soft brown eyes of Dora Bablove. This was luxury indeed. It was a new way of living that she had never known; in the course of her married life she had dined out very rarely, and never after this manner. Somehow she felt as if she was not Dora Bablove at all.\n\nThe proprietor made a suggestion to Mr Carver. \"Good idea, signor,\" said Mr Carver. \"You'd like an electric fan, Mrs Bablove, wouldn't you?\"\n\nIt was done in a moment. An electric lamp was taken out, and something plugged in its place. A gentle whirr, with a hint of an aeroplane in it. A cool breeze that fluttered the pendent smilax.\n\n\"I think you're being very well looked after,\" said Mrs Bablove, timidly.\n\n\"You've got it,\" said Mr Carver, with conviction. \"That's just the advantage of a little place like this. I'm here pretty often, and the signor knows me; and -- oh, well, I daresay he thinks it worth his while to keep my custom. I assure you I get an amount of personal attention here that I never get at the Ritz.\" As Mr Carver had never been to the Ritz this is credible."}, {"quote": "\"That's just the advantage of a little place like this. I'm here pretty often, and the signor knows me; and -- oh, well, I daresay he thinks it worth his while to keep my custom. I assure you I get an amount of personal attention here that I never get at the Ritz.", "context": "\" said Mr Carver. \"You'd like an electric fan, Mrs Bablove, wouldn't you?\"\n\nIt was done in a moment. An electric lamp was taken out, and something plugged in its place. A gentle whirr, with a hint of an aeroplane in it. A cool breeze that fluttered the pendent smilax.\n\n\"I think you're being very well looked after,\" said Mrs Bablove, timidly.\n\n\"You've got it,\" said Mr Carver, with conviction. \"That's just the advantage of a little place like this. I'm here pretty often, and the signor knows me; and -- oh, well, I daresay he thinks it worth his while to keep my custom. I assure you I get an amount of personal attention here that I never get at the Ritz.\" As Mr Carver had never been to the Ritz this is credible.\n\n\"I like being looked after,\" said Mrs Bablove. \"I like to think that so many people are taking so much trouble to please me.\"\n\n\"I should think -- er -- that that must always happen,\" said the polite Mr Simcox on her other side.\n\n\"Not a bit,\" laughed Dora. \"As a rule, I take all the trouble. Ask Teddy if I don't.\"\n\nBut nobody asked Teddy. Mr Bablove was discussing palmistry with Miss Bunting, who thought there might be something in it, and with Miss Holmes, who was quite expert and offered to read his hand."}, {"quote": "\"I like being looked after,", "context": "\" said Mrs Bablove, timidly.\n\n\"You've got it,\" said Mr Carver, with conviction. \"That's just the advantage of a little place like this. I'm here pretty often, and the signor knows me; and -- oh, well, I daresay he thinks it worth his while to keep my custom. I assure you I get an amount of personal attention here that I never get at the Ritz.\" As Mr Carver had never been to the Ritz this is credible.\n\n\"I like being looked after,\" said Mrs Bablove. \"I like to think that so many people are taking so much trouble to please me.\"\n\n\"I should think -- er -- that that must always happen,\" said the polite Mr Simcox on her other side.\n\n\"Not a bit,\" laughed Dora. \"As a rule, I take all the trouble. Ask Teddy if I don't.\"\n\nBut nobody asked Teddy. Mr Bablove was discussing palmistry with Miss Bunting, who thought there might be something in it, and with Miss Holmes, who was quite expert and offered to read his hand."}, {"quote": "\"I like to think that so many people are taking so much trouble to please me.\"", "context": "\"You've got it,\" said Mr Carver, with conviction. \"That's just the advantage of a little place like this. I'm here pretty often, and the signor knows me; and -- oh, well, I daresay he thinks it worth his while to keep my custom. I assure you I get an amount of personal attention here that I never get at the Ritz.\" As Mr Carver had never been to the Ritz this is credible.\n\n\"I like being looked after,\" said Mrs Bablove. \"I like to think that so many people are taking so much trouble to please me.\"\n\n\"I should think -- er -- that that must always happen,\" said the polite Mr Simcox on her other side.\n\n\"Not a bit,\" laughed Dora. \"As a rule, I take all the trouble. Ask Teddy if I don't.\"\n\nBut nobody asked Teddy. Mr Bablove was discussing palmistry with Miss Bunting, who thought there might be something in it, and with Miss Holmes, who was quite expert and offered to read his hand.\n\nMr Carver said, in his whimsical way, that he thought Mrs Bablove should drink and forget it. He watched her as she touched with her full lips the magenta foam in her glass. He had never seen Mrs Bablove in a low dress before; certainly she had a charm. The conversation grew animated. The question of London in August was settled. London empty? Not a bit of it. That was the old idea. Why, this year, with the House sitting, half the best people were still in London. You could walk through Mayfair and see for yourself."}, {"quote": "\"I should think -- er -- that that must always happen,", "context": "\"That's just the advantage of a little place like this. I'm here pretty often, and the signor knows me; and -- oh, well, I daresay he thinks it worth his while to keep my custom. I assure you I get an amount of personal attention here that I never get at the Ritz.\" As Mr Carver had never been to the Ritz this is credible.\n\n\"I like being looked after,\" said Mrs Bablove. \"I like to think that so many people are taking so much trouble to please me.\"\n\n\"I should think -- er -- that that must always happen,\" said the polite Mr Simcox on her other side.\n\n\"Not a bit,\" laughed Dora. \"As a rule, I take all the trouble. Ask Teddy if I don't.\"\n\nBut nobody asked Teddy. Mr Bablove was discussing palmistry with Miss Bunting, who thought there might be something in it, and with Miss Holmes, who was quite expert and offered to read his hand.\n\nMr Carver said, in his whimsical way, that he thought Mrs Bablove should drink and forget it. He watched her as she touched with her full lips the magenta foam in her glass. He had never seen Mrs Bablove in a low dress before; certainly she had a charm. The conversation grew animated. The question of London in August was settled. London empty? Not a bit of it. That was the old idea. Why, this year, with the House sitting, half the best people were still in London. You could walk through Mayfair and see for yourself."}, {"quote": "\"As a rule, I take all the trouble. Ask Teddy if I don't.\"", "context": "\"That's just the advantage of a little place like this. I'm here pretty often, and the signor knows me; and -- oh, well, I daresay he thinks it worth his while to keep my custom. I assure you I get an amount of personal attention here that I never get at the Ritz.\" As Mr Carver had never been to the Ritz this is credible.\n\n\"I like being looked after,\" said Mrs Bablove. \"I like to think that so many people are taking so much trouble to please me.\"\n\n\"I should think -- er -- that that must always happen,\" said the polite Mr Simcox on her other side.\n\n\"Not a bit,\" laughed Dora. \"As a rule, I take all the trouble. Ask Teddy if I don't.\"\n\nBut nobody asked Teddy. Mr Bablove was discussing palmistry with Miss Bunting, who thought there might be something in it, and with Miss Holmes, who was quite expert and offered to read his hand.\n\nMr Carver said, in his whimsical way, that he thought Mrs Bablove should drink and forget it. He watched her as she touched with her full lips the magenta foam in her glass. He had never seen Mrs Bablove in a low dress before; certainly she had a charm. The conversation grew animated. The question of London in August was settled. London empty? Not a bit of it. That was the old idea. Why, this year, with the House sitting, half the best people were still in London. You could walk through Mayfair and see for yourself."}, {"quote": "\"Oh, go on, you must,", "context": "More and more the conviction came on her that the Dora who was unwrapping the vine-leaf from the fat quail on her plate was not the Dora who had been married six years, who looked after her two little boys so well, who mended, and cleaned, and did rather clever things with the rest of the cold mutton. She was for the moment a woman untrammelled by circumstances. She delighted in it, enjoyed it desperately, and was half afraid of it. Had this Dora quite the same ideas about -- well, about what was right?\n\nThe girl in red had lit a cigarette now, and she was getting rather angry with the man who was with her. Dora thought he was making her angry on purpose. She wondered why. She asked Mr Carver.\n\nMr Carver shook his head. A mistake to make the ladies angry -- that was what he always thought. But some of them had tempers. Now -- well, he mustn't say that.\n\n\"Oh, go on, you must,\" said Dora.\n\n\"Well, I was only going to say that appearances are deceptive. You look at first sight as if you had the most placid nature in the world. But I think you could get angry, Mrs Bablove -- very angry.\"\n\n\"Oh, no. Quite wrong. Whatever makes you think that?\"\n\n\"There's a look in the eyes sometimes. Oh, I assure you it makes me very careful,\" laughed Mr Carver. \"Frightens me. Now, really, Mrs Bablove, you must have a little yellow Chartreuse with your coffee.\""}, {"quote": "\"Well, I was only going to say that appearances are deceptive. You look at first sight as if you had the most placid nature in the world. But I think you could get angry, Mrs Bablove -- very angry.\"", "context": "More and more the conviction came on her that the Dora who was unwrapping the vine-leaf from the fat quail on her plate was not the Dora who had been married six years, who looked after her two little boys so well, who mended, and cleaned, and did rather clever things with the rest of the cold mutton. She was for the moment a woman untrammelled by circumstances. She delighted in it, enjoyed it desperately, and was half afraid of it. Had this Dora quite the same ideas about -- well, about what was right?\n\nThe girl in red had lit a cigarette now, and she was getting rather angry with the man who was with her. Dora thought he was making her angry on purpose. She wondered why. She asked Mr Carver.\n\nMr Carver shook his head. A mistake to make the ladies angry -- that was what he always thought. But some of them had tempers. Now -- well, he mustn't say that.\n\n\"Oh, go on, you must,\" said Dora.\n\n\"Well, I was only going to say that appearances are deceptive. You look at first sight as if you had the most placid nature in the world. But I think you could get angry, Mrs Bablove -- very angry.\"\n\n\"Oh, no. Quite wrong. Whatever makes you think that?\"\n\n\"There's a look in the eyes sometimes. Oh, I assure you it makes me very careful,\" laughed Mr Carver. \"Frightens me. Now, really, Mrs Bablove, you must have a little yellow Chartreuse with your coffee.\"\n\nBut Mrs Bablove was resolute in her refusal. She did not care in the least about such things. She had drunk one glass of the sparkling burgundy, not to be out of the picture, and after that had sipped iced water. At the other end of the table \"Nirvana\" was saying that she didn't see why she shouldn't -- two other women in the room had set the example. And with that she accepted a cigarette from Mr Bablove's silver case. The smoke wandered gently through the smilax plantation, and left hurriedly when it met the electric fan."}, {"quote": "\"Oh, no. Quite wrong. Whatever makes you think that?\"", "context": "The girl in red had lit a cigarette now, and she was getting rather angry with the man who was with her. Dora thought he was making her angry on purpose. She wondered why. She asked Mr Carver.\n\nMr Carver shook his head. A mistake to make the ladies angry -- that was what he always thought. But some of them had tempers. Now -- well, he mustn't say that.\n\n\"Oh, go on, you must,\" said Dora.\n\n\"Well, I was only going to say that appearances are deceptive. You look at first sight as if you had the most placid nature in the world. But I think you could get angry, Mrs Bablove -- very angry.\"\n\n\"Oh, no. Quite wrong. Whatever makes you think that?\"\n\n\"There's a look in the eyes sometimes. Oh, I assure you it makes me very careful,\" laughed Mr Carver. \"Frightens me. Now, really, Mrs Bablove, you must have a little yellow Chartreuse with your coffee.\"\n\nBut Mrs Bablove was resolute in her refusal. She did not care in the least about such things. She had drunk one glass of the sparkling burgundy, not to be out of the picture, and after that had sipped iced water. At the other end of the table \"Nirvana\" was saying that she didn't see why she shouldn't -- two other women in the room had set the example. And with that she accepted a cigarette from Mr Bablove's silver case. The smoke wandered gently through the smilax plantation, and left hurriedly when it met the electric fan."}, {"quote": "\"There's a look in the eyes sometimes. Oh, I assure you it makes me very careful,", "context": "Mr Carver shook his head. A mistake to make the ladies angry -- that was what he always thought. But some of them had tempers. Now -- well, he mustn't say that.\n\n\"Oh, go on, you must,\" said Dora.\n\n\"Well, I was only going to say that appearances are deceptive. You look at first sight as if you had the most placid nature in the world. But I think you could get angry, Mrs Bablove -- very angry.\"\n\n\"Oh, no. Quite wrong. Whatever makes you think that?\"\n\n\"There's a look in the eyes sometimes. Oh, I assure you it makes me very careful,\" laughed Mr Carver. \"Frightens me. Now, really, Mrs Bablove, you must have a little yellow Chartreuse with your coffee.\"\n\nBut Mrs Bablove was resolute in her refusal. She did not care in the least about such things. She had drunk one glass of the sparkling burgundy, not to be out of the picture, and after that had sipped iced water. At the other end of the table \"Nirvana\" was saying that she didn't see why she shouldn't -- two other women in the room had set the example. And with that she accepted a cigarette from Mr Bablove's silver case. The smoke wandered gently through the smilax plantation, and left hurriedly when it met the electric fan."}, {"quote": "\"Frightens me. Now, really, Mrs Bablove, you must have a little yellow Chartreuse with your coffee.\"", "context": "Mr Carver shook his head. A mistake to make the ladies angry -- that was what he always thought. But some of them had tempers. Now -- well, he mustn't say that.\n\n\"Oh, go on, you must,\" said Dora.\n\n\"Well, I was only going to say that appearances are deceptive. You look at first sight as if you had the most placid nature in the world. But I think you could get angry, Mrs Bablove -- very angry.\"\n\n\"Oh, no. Quite wrong. Whatever makes you think that?\"\n\n\"There's a look in the eyes sometimes. Oh, I assure you it makes me very careful,\" laughed Mr Carver. \"Frightens me. Now, really, Mrs Bablove, you must have a little yellow Chartreuse with your coffee.\"\n\nBut Mrs Bablove was resolute in her refusal. She did not care in the least about such things. She had drunk one glass of the sparkling burgundy, not to be out of the picture, and after that had sipped iced water. At the other end of the table \"Nirvana\" was saying that she didn't see why she shouldn't -- two other women in the room had set the example. And with that she accepted a cigarette from Mr Bablove's silver case. The smoke wandered gently through the smilax plantation, and left hurriedly when it met the electric fan."}, {"quote": "\"And if anybody else tries to go,", "context": "And now Mr Simcox had to take Miss Bunting home, for Miss Bunting lived in remote Wimbledon and in an early household, and the privilege of the latch-key was not accorded to her. Mr Simcox, who had not refused the yellow Chartreuse or anything else, was slightly flushed and more polite than ever. He assured his host that it had been the pleasantest evening of his life and he should never forget it. Even the lymphatic Miss Bunting had become quite animated. At the beginning of the dinner they had maintained towards one another a pre-concerted air of dignified reserve, but that was now quite broken down.\n\nMr Carver rose to see them to their cab. \"And if anybody else tries to go,\" he said to the rest of his guests, \"I shall lose my temper.\"\n\n\"Might have got a box at one of the halls if I'd thought about it,\" said Mr Carver on his return. It was a well-meant effort of the imagination. He might, but it would have been unlike him.\n\n\"Much pleasanter where we are,\" said Miss Holmes, languorously. \"Performances always bore me.\"\n\n\"Ah, well, Nirvana,\" said Mr Carver, \"so long as you're pleased -- \""}, {"quote": "\"I shall lose my temper.\"", "context": "And now Mr Simcox had to take Miss Bunting home, for Miss Bunting lived in remote Wimbledon and in an early household, and the privilege of the latch-key was not accorded to her. Mr Simcox, who had not refused the yellow Chartreuse or anything else, was slightly flushed and more polite than ever. He assured his host that it had been the pleasantest evening of his life and he should never forget it. Even the lymphatic Miss Bunting had become quite animated. At the beginning of the dinner they had maintained towards one another a pre-concerted air of dignified reserve, but that was now quite broken down.\n\nMr Carver rose to see them to their cab. \"And if anybody else tries to go,\" he said to the rest of his guests, \"I shall lose my temper.\"\n\n\"Might have got a box at one of the halls if I'd thought about it,\" said Mr Carver on his return. It was a well-meant effort of the imagination. He might, but it would have been unlike him.\n\n\"Much pleasanter where we are,\" said Miss Holmes, languorously. \"Performances always bore me.\"\n\n\"Ah, well, Nirvana,\" said Mr Carver, \"so long as you're pleased -- \"\n\nMiss Holmes turned again to Mr Bablove. His wife hoped that Teddy was not being too prosaic. From a word or two she caught she knew he was talking politics. But Miss Holmes did not look bored. Perhaps she was interested in politics too."}, {"quote": "\"Might have got a box at one of the halls if I'd thought about it,", "context": "And now Mr Simcox had to take Miss Bunting home, for Miss Bunting lived in remote Wimbledon and in an early household, and the privilege of the latch-key was not accorded to her. Mr Simcox, who had not refused the yellow Chartreuse or anything else, was slightly flushed and more polite than ever. He assured his host that it had been the pleasantest evening of his life and he should never forget it. Even the lymphatic Miss Bunting had become quite animated. At the beginning of the dinner they had maintained towards one another a pre-concerted air of dignified reserve, but that was now quite broken down.\n\nMr Carver rose to see them to their cab. \"And if anybody else tries to go,\" he said to the rest of his guests, \"I shall lose my temper.\"\n\n\"Might have got a box at one of the halls if I'd thought about it,\" said Mr Carver on his return. It was a well-meant effort of the imagination. He might, but it would have been unlike him.\n\n\"Much pleasanter where we are,\" said Miss Holmes, languorously. \"Performances always bore me.\"\n\n\"Ah, well, Nirvana,\" said Mr Carver, \"so long as you're pleased -- \"\n\nMiss Holmes turned again to Mr Bablove. His wife hoped that Teddy was not being too prosaic. From a word or two she caught she knew he was talking politics. But Miss Holmes did not look bored. Perhaps she was interested in politics too."}, {"quote": "\"Much pleasanter where we are,", "context": "And now Mr Simcox had to take Miss Bunting home, for Miss Bunting lived in remote Wimbledon and in an early household, and the privilege of the latch-key was not accorded to her. Mr Simcox, who had not refused the yellow Chartreuse or anything else, was slightly flushed and more polite than ever. He assured his host that it had been the pleasantest evening of his life and he should never forget it. Even the lymphatic Miss Bunting had become quite animated. At the beginning of the dinner they had maintained towards one another a pre-concerted air of dignified reserve, but that was now quite broken down.\n\nMr Carver rose to see them to their cab. \"And if anybody else tries to go,\" he said to the rest of his guests, \"I shall lose my temper.\"\n\n\"Might have got a box at one of the halls if I'd thought about it,\" said Mr Carver on his return. It was a well-meant effort of the imagination. He might, but it would have been unlike him.\n\n\"Much pleasanter where we are,\" said Miss Holmes, languorously. \"Performances always bore me.\"\n\n\"Ah, well, Nirvana,\" said Mr Carver, \"so long as you're pleased -- \"\n\nMiss Holmes turned again to Mr Bablove. His wife hoped that Teddy was not being too prosaic. From a word or two she caught she knew he was talking politics. But Miss Holmes did not look bored. Perhaps she was interested in politics too.\n\n\"Why do you call her Nirvana?\" Mrs Bablove asked, dropping her voice a little. But the couple at the further end of the table were absorbed in their talk now and taking no notice of what the others were saying."}, {"quote": "\"Performances always bore me.\"", "context": "Mr Carver rose to see them to their cab. \"And if anybody else tries to go,\" he said to the rest of his guests, \"I shall lose my temper.\"\n\n\"Might have got a box at one of the halls if I'd thought about it,\" said Mr Carver on his return. It was a well-meant effort of the imagination. He might, but it would have been unlike him.\n\n\"Much pleasanter where we are,\" said Miss Holmes, languorously. \"Performances always bore me.\"\n\n\"Ah, well, Nirvana,\" said Mr Carver, \"so long as you're pleased -- \"\n\nMiss Holmes turned again to Mr Bablove. His wife hoped that Teddy was not being too prosaic. From a word or two she caught she knew he was talking politics. But Miss Holmes did not look bored. Perhaps she was interested in politics too.\n\n\"Why do you call her Nirvana?\" Mrs Bablove asked, dropping her voice a little. But the couple at the further end of the table were absorbed in their talk now and taking no notice of what the others were saying."}, {"quote": "\"Ah, well, Nirvana,", "context": "Mr Carver rose to see them to their cab. \"And if anybody else tries to go,\" he said to the rest of his guests, \"I shall lose my temper.\"\n\n\"Might have got a box at one of the halls if I'd thought about it,\" said Mr Carver on his return. It was a well-meant effort of the imagination. He might, but it would have been unlike him.\n\n\"Much pleasanter where we are,\" said Miss Holmes, languorously. \"Performances always bore me.\"\n\n\"Ah, well, Nirvana,\" said Mr Carver, \"so long as you're pleased -- \"\n\nMiss Holmes turned again to Mr Bablove. His wife hoped that Teddy was not being too prosaic. From a word or two she caught she knew he was talking politics. But Miss Holmes did not look bored. Perhaps she was interested in politics too.\n\n\"Why do you call her Nirvana?\" Mrs Bablove asked, dropping her voice a little. But the couple at the further end of the table were absorbed in their talk now and taking no notice of what the others were saying."}, {"quote": "\"Why do you call her Nirvana?", "context": "\" said Mr Carver on his return. It was a well-meant effort of the imagination. He might, but it would have been unlike him.\n\n\"Much pleasanter where we are,\" said Miss Holmes, languorously. \"Performances always bore me.\"\n\n\"Ah, well, Nirvana,\" said Mr Carver, \"so long as you're pleased -- \"\n\nMiss Holmes turned again to Mr Bablove. His wife hoped that Teddy was not being too prosaic. From a word or two she caught she knew he was talking politics. But Miss Holmes did not look bored. Perhaps she was interested in politics too.\n\n\"Why do you call her Nirvana?\" Mrs Bablove asked, dropping her voice a little. But the couple at the further end of the table were absorbed in their talk now and taking no notice of what the others were saying.\n\n\"Why do I call her Nirvana? Because she looks like a gipsy. She does, doesn't she?\"\n\nMr Carver's fruity voice had also become discreet.\n\n\"I don't know. I think she looks charming.\"\n\n\"Do you?\" said Mr Carver. \"I'd like to talk to you about that. Not now -- presently"}, {"quote": "\"Why do I call her Nirvana? Because she looks like a gipsy. She does, doesn't she?\"", "context": "\" said Mr Carver, \"so long as you're pleased -- \"\n\nMiss Holmes turned again to Mr Bablove. His wife hoped that Teddy was not being too prosaic. From a word or two she caught she knew he was talking politics. But Miss Holmes did not look bored. Perhaps she was interested in politics too.\n\n\"Why do you call her Nirvana?\" Mrs Bablove asked, dropping her voice a little. But the couple at the further end of the table were absorbed in their talk now and taking no notice of what the others were saying.\n\n\"Why do I call her Nirvana? Because she looks like a gipsy. She does, doesn't she?\"\n\nMr Carver's fruity voice had also become discreet.\n\n\"I don't know. I think she looks charming.\"\n\n\"Do you?\" said Mr Carver. \"I'd like to talk to you about that. Not now -- presently.\" He knew the value of a slight hint of mystery. \"Have a cigarette now, Mrs Bablove?\"\n\n\"Thanks. I think I will.\"\n\n\"Why wouldn't you smoke before?\" he asked as he lit the cigarette for her.\n\n\"Too many people. The room's nearly empty now. I'm not so brave as -- Nirvana.\""}, {"quote": "\"I don't know. I think she looks charming.\"", "context": "Miss Holmes turned again to Mr Bablove. His wife hoped that Teddy was not being too prosaic. From a word or two she caught she knew he was talking politics. But Miss Holmes did not look bored. Perhaps she was interested in politics too.\n\n\"Why do you call her Nirvana?\" Mrs Bablove asked, dropping her voice a little. But the couple at the further end of the table were absorbed in their talk now and taking no notice of what the others were saying.\n\n\"Why do I call her Nirvana? Because she looks like a gipsy. She does, doesn't she?\"\n\nMr Carver's fruity voice had also become discreet.\n\n\"I don't know. I think she looks charming.\"\n\n\"Do you?\" said Mr Carver. \"I'd like to talk to you about that. Not now -- presently.\" He knew the value of a slight hint of mystery. \"Have a cigarette now, Mrs Bablove?\"\n\n\"Thanks. I think I will.\"\n\n\"Why wouldn't you smoke before?\" he asked as he lit the cigarette for her.\n\n\"Too many people. The room's nearly empty now. I'm not so brave as -- Nirvana.\"\n\n\"I don't think you quite know what you are. You're full of possibilities.\""}, {"quote": "\"I'd like to talk to you about that. Not now -- presently.", "context": "\"Why do you call her Nirvana?\" Mrs Bablove asked, dropping her voice a little. But the couple at the further end of the table were absorbed in their talk now and taking no notice of what the others were saying.\n\n\"Why do I call her Nirvana? Because she looks like a gipsy. She does, doesn't she?\"\n\nMr Carver's fruity voice had also become discreet.\n\n\"I don't know. I think she looks charming.\"\n\n\"Do you?\" said Mr Carver. \"I'd like to talk to you about that. Not now -- presently.\" He knew the value of a slight hint of mystery. \"Have a cigarette now, Mrs Bablove?\"\n\n\"Thanks. I think I will.\"\n\n\"Why wouldn't you smoke before?\" he asked as he lit the cigarette for her.\n\n\"Too many people. The room's nearly empty now. I'm not so brave as -- Nirvana.\"\n\n\"I don't think you quite know what you are. You're full of possibilities.\"\n\n\"I like these cigarettes,\" said Dora. \"Teddy gives me one sometimes, though I don't often smoke, but his are not quite so nice as these.\""}, {"quote": "\"Have a cigarette now, Mrs Bablove?\"", "context": "\" Mrs Bablove asked, dropping her voice a little. But the couple at the further end of the table were absorbed in their talk now and taking no notice of what the others were saying.\n\n\"Why do I call her Nirvana? Because she looks like a gipsy. She does, doesn't she?\"\n\nMr Carver's fruity voice had also become discreet.\n\n\"I don't know. I think she looks charming.\"\n\n\"Do you?\" said Mr Carver. \"I'd like to talk to you about that. Not now -- presently.\" He knew the value of a slight hint of mystery. \"Have a cigarette now, Mrs Bablove?\"\n\n\"Thanks. I think I will.\"\n\n\"Why wouldn't you smoke before?\" he asked as he lit the cigarette for her.\n\n\"Too many people. The room's nearly empty now. I'm not so brave as -- Nirvana.\"\n\n\"I don't think you quite know what you are. You're full of possibilities.\"\n\n\"I like these cigarettes,\" said Dora. \"Teddy gives me one sometimes, though I don't often smoke, but his are not quite so nice as these.\"\n\nMr Carver became informative on the subject of Turkish tobacco, but with the information he wove much which was personal. It appeared that it was Mr Carver's ambition to leave business and London and to spend the rest of his life in Japan."}, {"quote": "\"Thanks. I think I will.\"", "context": "\" Mrs Bablove asked, dropping her voice a little. But the couple at the further end of the table were absorbed in their talk now and taking no notice of what the others were saying.\n\n\"Why do I call her Nirvana? Because she looks like a gipsy. She does, doesn't she?\"\n\nMr Carver's fruity voice had also become discreet.\n\n\"I don't know. I think she looks charming.\"\n\n\"Do you?\" said Mr Carver. \"I'd like to talk to you about that. Not now -- presently.\" He knew the value of a slight hint of mystery. \"Have a cigarette now, Mrs Bablove?\"\n\n\"Thanks. I think I will.\"\n\n\"Why wouldn't you smoke before?\" he asked as he lit the cigarette for her.\n\n\"Too many people. The room's nearly empty now. I'm not so brave as -- Nirvana.\"\n\n\"I don't think you quite know what you are. You're full of possibilities.\"\n\n\"I like these cigarettes,\" said Dora. \"Teddy gives me one sometimes, though I don't often smoke, but his are not quite so nice as these.\"\n\nMr Carver became informative on the subject of Turkish tobacco, but with the information he wove much which was personal. It appeared that it was Mr Carver's ambition to leave business and London and to spend the rest of his life in Japan."}, {"quote": "\"Why wouldn't you smoke before?", "context": "\" Mrs Bablove asked, dropping her voice a little. But the couple at the further end of the table were absorbed in their talk now and taking no notice of what the others were saying.\n\n\"Why do I call her Nirvana? Because she looks like a gipsy. She does, doesn't she?\"\n\nMr Carver's fruity voice had also become discreet.\n\n\"I don't know. I think she looks charming.\"\n\n\"Do you?\" said Mr Carver. \"I'd like to talk to you about that. Not now -- presently.\" He knew the value of a slight hint of mystery. \"Have a cigarette now, Mrs Bablove?\"\n\n\"Thanks. I think I will.\"\n\n\"Why wouldn't you smoke before?\" he asked as he lit the cigarette for her.\n\n\"Too many people. The room's nearly empty now. I'm not so brave as -- Nirvana.\"\n\n\"I don't think you quite know what you are. You're full of possibilities.\"\n\n\"I like these cigarettes,\" said Dora. \"Teddy gives me one sometimes, though I don't often smoke, but his are not quite so nice as these.\"\n\nMr Carver became informative on the subject of Turkish tobacco, but with the information he wove much which was personal. It appeared that it was Mr Carver's ambition to leave business and London and to spend the rest of his life in Japan."}, {"quote": "\"Too many people. The room's nearly empty now. I'm not so brave as -- Nirvana.\"", "context": "\"Why do I call her Nirvana? Because she looks like a gipsy. She does, doesn't she?\"\n\nMr Carver's fruity voice had also become discreet.\n\n\"I don't know. I think she looks charming.\"\n\n\"Do you?\" said Mr Carver. \"I'd like to talk to you about that. Not now -- presently.\" He knew the value of a slight hint of mystery. \"Have a cigarette now, Mrs Bablove?\"\n\n\"Thanks. I think I will.\"\n\n\"Why wouldn't you smoke before?\" he asked as he lit the cigarette for her.\n\n\"Too many people. The room's nearly empty now. I'm not so brave as -- Nirvana.\"\n\n\"I don't think you quite know what you are. You're full of possibilities.\"\n\n\"I like these cigarettes,\" said Dora. \"Teddy gives me one sometimes, though I don't often smoke, but his are not quite so nice as these.\"\n\nMr Carver became informative on the subject of Turkish tobacco, but with the information he wove much which was personal. It appeared that it was Mr Carver's ambition to leave business and London and to spend the rest of his life in Japan."}, {"quote": "\"I don't think you quite know what you are. You're full of possibilities.\"", "context": "\"I don't know. I think she looks charming.\"\n\n\"Do you?\" said Mr Carver. \"I'd like to talk to you about that. Not now -- presently.\" He knew the value of a slight hint of mystery. \"Have a cigarette now, Mrs Bablove?\"\n\n\"Thanks. I think I will.\"\n\n\"Why wouldn't you smoke before?\" he asked as he lit the cigarette for her.\n\n\"Too many people. The room's nearly empty now. I'm not so brave as -- Nirvana.\"\n\n\"I don't think you quite know what you are. You're full of possibilities.\"\n\n\"I like these cigarettes,\" said Dora. \"Teddy gives me one sometimes, though I don't often smoke, but his are not quite so nice as these.\"\n\nMr Carver became informative on the subject of Turkish tobacco, but with the information he wove much which was personal. It appeared that it was Mr Carver's ambition to leave business and London and to spend the rest of his life in Japan.\n\n\"I thought you were devoted to London,\" said Mrs Bablove. \"What you say rather surprises me.\""}, {"quote": "\"I like these cigarettes,", "context": "\"I'd like to talk to you about that. Not now -- presently.\" He knew the value of a slight hint of mystery. \"Have a cigarette now, Mrs Bablove?\"\n\n\"Thanks. I think I will.\"\n\n\"Why wouldn't you smoke before?\" he asked as he lit the cigarette for her.\n\n\"Too many people. The room's nearly empty now. I'm not so brave as -- Nirvana.\"\n\n\"I don't think you quite know what you are. You're full of possibilities.\"\n\n\"I like these cigarettes,\" said Dora. \"Teddy gives me one sometimes, though I don't often smoke, but his are not quite so nice as these.\"\n\nMr Carver became informative on the subject of Turkish tobacco, but with the information he wove much which was personal. It appeared that it was Mr Carver's ambition to leave business and London and to spend the rest of his life in Japan.\n\n\"I thought you were devoted to London,\" said Mrs Bablove. \"What you say rather surprises me.\"\n\n\"I surprise myself sometimes"}, {"quote": "\"Teddy gives me one sometimes, though I don't often smoke, but his are not quite so nice as these.\"", "context": "\"I'd like to talk to you about that. Not now -- presently.\" He knew the value of a slight hint of mystery. \"Have a cigarette now, Mrs Bablove?\"\n\n\"Thanks. I think I will.\"\n\n\"Why wouldn't you smoke before?\" he asked as he lit the cigarette for her.\n\n\"Too many people. The room's nearly empty now. I'm not so brave as -- Nirvana.\"\n\n\"I don't think you quite know what you are. You're full of possibilities.\"\n\n\"I like these cigarettes,\" said Dora. \"Teddy gives me one sometimes, though I don't often smoke, but his are not quite so nice as these.\"\n\nMr Carver became informative on the subject of Turkish tobacco, but with the information he wove much which was personal. It appeared that it was Mr Carver's ambition to leave business and London and to spend the rest of his life in Japan.\n\n\"I thought you were devoted to London,\" said Mrs Bablove. \"What you say rather surprises me.\"\n\n\"I surprise myself sometimes,\" said Mr Carver, darkly.\n\nA little later all rose to go.\n\nA hansom was waiting just outside, and Mr Carver began to organise briskly."}, {"quote": "\"I thought you were devoted to London,", "context": "\"I don't think you quite know what you are. You're full of possibilities.\"\n\n\"I like these cigarettes,\" said Dora. \"Teddy gives me one sometimes, though I don't often smoke, but his are not quite so nice as these.\"\n\nMr Carver became informative on the subject of Turkish tobacco, but with the information he wove much which was personal. It appeared that it was Mr Carver's ambition to leave business and London and to spend the rest of his life in Japan.\n\n\"I thought you were devoted to London,\" said Mrs Bablove. \"What you say rather surprises me.\"\n\n\"I surprise myself sometimes,\" said Mr Carver, darkly.\n\nA little later all rose to go.\n\nA hansom was waiting just outside, and Mr Carver began to organise briskly.\n\n\"Will you take Miss Holmes in that cab, Teddy? It's scarcely two minutes out of your way. I'll bring Mrs Bablove in the next cab.\"\n\nMr Carver took it all for granted, and it was done as he suggested. The next cab was a taxi."}, {"quote": "\"What you say rather surprises me.\"", "context": "\"I don't think you quite know what you are. You're full of possibilities.\"\n\n\"I like these cigarettes,\" said Dora. \"Teddy gives me one sometimes, though I don't often smoke, but his are not quite so nice as these.\"\n\nMr Carver became informative on the subject of Turkish tobacco, but with the information he wove much which was personal. It appeared that it was Mr Carver's ambition to leave business and London and to spend the rest of his life in Japan.\n\n\"I thought you were devoted to London,\" said Mrs Bablove. \"What you say rather surprises me.\"\n\n\"I surprise myself sometimes,\" said Mr Carver, darkly.\n\nA little later all rose to go.\n\nA hansom was waiting just outside, and Mr Carver began to organise briskly.\n\n\"Will you take Miss Holmes in that cab, Teddy? It's scarcely two minutes out of your way. I'll bring Mrs Bablove in the next cab.\"\n\nMr Carver took it all for granted, and it was done as he suggested. The next cab was a taxi.\n\n\"We shall be home before them"}, {"quote": "\"I surprise myself sometimes,", "context": "\" said Dora. \"Teddy gives me one sometimes, though I don't often smoke, but his are not quite so nice as these.\"\n\nMr Carver became informative on the subject of Turkish tobacco, but with the information he wove much which was personal. It appeared that it was Mr Carver's ambition to leave business and London and to spend the rest of his life in Japan.\n\n\"I thought you were devoted to London,\" said Mrs Bablove. \"What you say rather surprises me.\"\n\n\"I surprise myself sometimes,\" said Mr Carver, darkly.\n\nA little later all rose to go.\n\nA hansom was waiting just outside, and Mr Carver began to organise briskly.\n\n\"Will you take Miss Holmes in that cab, Teddy? It's scarcely two minutes out of your way. I'll bring Mrs Bablove in the next cab.\"\n\nMr Carver took it all for granted, and it was done as he suggested. The next cab was a taxi.\n\n\"We shall be home before them,\" laughed Dora as she got into the cab."}, {"quote": "\"Will you take Miss Holmes in that cab, Teddy? It's scarcely two minutes out of your way. I'll bring Mrs Bablove in the next cab.\"", "context": "Mr Carver became informative on the subject of Turkish tobacco, but with the information he wove much which was personal. It appeared that it was Mr Carver's ambition to leave business and London and to spend the rest of his life in Japan.\n\n\"I thought you were devoted to London,\" said Mrs Bablove. \"What you say rather surprises me.\"\n\n\"I surprise myself sometimes,\" said Mr Carver, darkly.\n\nA little later all rose to go.\n\nA hansom was waiting just outside, and Mr Carver began to organise briskly.\n\n\"Will you take Miss Holmes in that cab, Teddy? It's scarcely two minutes out of your way. I'll bring Mrs Bablove in the next cab.\"\n\nMr Carver took it all for granted, and it was done as he suggested. The next cab was a taxi.\n\n\"We shall be home before them,\" laughed Dora as she got into the cab. \"By the way, Mr Carver, what were you going to tell me about Nirvana?\"\n\nAnd presently Mr Carver was saying why Miss Holmes could not seem charming when Dora Bablove was present. He compared them in some detail. \"I don't think you know enough about yourself"}, {"quote": "\"We shall be home before them,", "context": "\"What you say rather surprises me.\"\n\n\"I surprise myself sometimes,\" said Mr Carver, darkly.\n\nA little later all rose to go.\n\nA hansom was waiting just outside, and Mr Carver began to organise briskly.\n\n\"Will you take Miss Holmes in that cab, Teddy? It's scarcely two minutes out of your way. I'll bring Mrs Bablove in the next cab.\"\n\nMr Carver took it all for granted, and it was done as he suggested. The next cab was a taxi.\n\n\"We shall be home before them,\" laughed Dora as she got into the cab. \"By the way, Mr Carver, what were you going to tell me about Nirvana?\"\n\nAnd presently Mr Carver was saying why Miss Holmes could not seem charming when Dora Bablove was present. He compared them in some detail. \"I don't think you know enough about yourself,\" he said. \"That delicious mouth of yours!\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nWhen they reached Mrs Bablove's house Dora did not ask Mr Carver to come in. She thanked him and said good-night rather briefly. She switched on the light in the hall, ran upstairs to see that her two little boys were safely asleep, and came down to the dining-room to wait for her husband."}, {"quote": "\"By the way, Mr Carver, what were you going to tell me about Nirvana?\"", "context": "A little later all rose to go.\n\nA hansom was waiting just outside, and Mr Carver began to organise briskly.\n\n\"Will you take Miss Holmes in that cab, Teddy? It's scarcely two minutes out of your way. I'll bring Mrs Bablove in the next cab.\"\n\nMr Carver took it all for granted, and it was done as he suggested. The next cab was a taxi.\n\n\"We shall be home before them,\" laughed Dora as she got into the cab. \"By the way, Mr Carver, what were you going to tell me about Nirvana?\"\n\nAnd presently Mr Carver was saying why Miss Holmes could not seem charming when Dora Bablove was present. He compared them in some detail. \"I don't think you know enough about yourself,\" he said. \"That delicious mouth of yours!\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nWhen they reached Mrs Bablove's house Dora did not ask Mr Carver to come in. She thanked him and said good-night rather briefly. She switched on the light in the hall, ran upstairs to see that her two little boys were safely asleep, and came down to the dining-room to wait for her husband."}, {"quote": "\"I don't think you know enough about yourself,", "context": "\"Will you take Miss Holmes in that cab, Teddy? It's scarcely two minutes out of your way. I'll bring Mrs Bablove in the next cab.\"\n\nMr Carver took it all for granted, and it was done as he suggested. The next cab was a taxi.\n\n\"We shall be home before them,\" laughed Dora as she got into the cab. \"By the way, Mr Carver, what were you going to tell me about Nirvana?\"\n\nAnd presently Mr Carver was saying why Miss Holmes could not seem charming when Dora Bablove was present. He compared them in some detail. \"I don't think you know enough about yourself,\" he said. \"That delicious mouth of yours!\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nWhen they reached Mrs Bablove's house Dora did not ask Mr Carver to come in. She thanked him and said good-night rather briefly. She switched on the light in the hall, ran upstairs to see that her two little boys were safely asleep, and came down to the dining-room to wait for her husband.\n\nShe poured out a glass of water and drank it. Then she sat quite still in the easy-chair with her head in her hands. What was she to do? What on earth was she to do? A man had kissed her on the lips -- a man who was not her husband. She had let him do it. She thought -- she hardly knew -- that her lips had answered to his. Such a thing had never happened to her before. She was wide awake now. But surely in the cab she must have been half asleep."}, {"quote": "\"That delicious mouth of yours!\"", "context": "Mr Carver took it all for granted, and it was done as he suggested. The next cab was a taxi.\n\n\"We shall be home before them,\" laughed Dora as she got into the cab. \"By the way, Mr Carver, what were you going to tell me about Nirvana?\"\n\nAnd presently Mr Carver was saying why Miss Holmes could not seem charming when Dora Bablove was present. He compared them in some detail. \"I don't think you know enough about yourself,\" he said. \"That delicious mouth of yours!\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nWhen they reached Mrs Bablove's house Dora did not ask Mr Carver to come in. She thanked him and said good-night rather briefly. She switched on the light in the hall, ran upstairs to see that her two little boys were safely asleep, and came down to the dining-room to wait for her husband.\n\nShe poured out a glass of water and drank it. Then she sat quite still in the easy-chair with her head in her hands. What was she to do? What on earth was she to do? A man had kissed her on the lips -- a man who was not her husband. She had let him do it. She thought -- she hardly knew -- that her lips had answered to his. Such a thing had never happened to her before. She was wide awake now. But surely in the cab she must have been half asleep."}, {"quote": "\"You know what you did when I had fallen asleep. Never try to do it again. And never speak of it to me. I couldn't forgive it twice, you know. To-night I've -- I made some allowance for -- well, here we are. I must get out.\"", "context": "She had leaned back with her eyes half-closed, suffused with a pleasant warmth and tiredness, and had heard his caressing voice praising her as she had never before been praised. She had not guessed that he thought so much of her -- that he admired her so much. Then as he spoke of the beauty of her hands, he took one of her hands in his. She knew what would come, and was without any power to prevent it. She had seen his face come near to her own and -- no, she would tell the truth to herself. For a moment she had gone mad and let herself go completely. She had wanted to be kissed, and as she felt his lips upon her own her kiss had met his.\n\nTrue, the next moment she had recovered herself; she chatted gaily, was merely amused when Mr Carver would have been sentimental, and would not let him get near her. Her one reference to what had happened was as the cab neared her own door. She said, \"You know what you did when I had fallen asleep. Never try to do it again. And never speak of it to me. I couldn't forgive it twice, you know. To-night I've -- I made some allowance for -- well, here we are. I must get out.\"\n\nShe was not troubled about Mr Carver. She had told him that she was asleep, and had implied that he was under the influence of wine. She felt that she could always manage Mr Carver.\n\nBut what about Teddy? He must never, never know. It was one little slip, one moment of madness, and it would never happen again. It would be wicked to let Teddy know and to make him wretched.\n\nOn the other hand, if she did not tell him, how was she to quiet the voice of conscience? What became of their mutual confidence? She felt that she could never be happy again until she had told all and been forgiven."}, {"quote": "\"And how did you get on with Miss Holmes?\"", "context": "She took the thing tragically. She saw the whole of her own happiness and Teddy's happiness ruined by that one moment of madness and the future of the little boys seriously imperilled. She was just wondering who, in the event of a separation, would have the custody of the children, when she heard the sound of Teddy's hansom as it stopped at the door.\n\nWhat on earth was she to do? She could never face him. She would just burst into tears and tell him everything.\n\nBut she found herself quite unable to carry out this decision. Teddy looked so cheerful. He talked more than usual. How had she liked it? A rare good dinner, it seemed to him. And she had been by far the prettiest woman there. He had felt proud of her.\n\nShe smiled sadly, and said that he was prejudiced. \"And how did you get on with Miss Holmes?\"\n\n\"Oh, all right. The trouble with her is that she's rather affected, and affectation is just one of those things that I can't stand.\"\n\nIf only for one moment he would take his eyes off her. She felt distraught. She hardly knew what she was saying. She observed that sparkling Burgundy seemed rather a heady wine. He hastened to agree with her.\n\n\"I didn't take much of it. To tell the truth, it's not a wine I ever met before, and the taste seemed to me rather funny. I'd sooner have a whisky-and-soda any day.\""}, {"quote": "\"Oh, all right. The trouble with her is that she's rather affected, and affectation is just one of those things that I can't stand.\"", "context": "What on earth was she to do? She could never face him. She would just burst into tears and tell him everything.\n\nBut she found herself quite unable to carry out this decision. Teddy looked so cheerful. He talked more than usual. How had she liked it? A rare good dinner, it seemed to him. And she had been by far the prettiest woman there. He had felt proud of her.\n\nShe smiled sadly, and said that he was prejudiced. \"And how did you get on with Miss Holmes?\"\n\n\"Oh, all right. The trouble with her is that she's rather affected, and affectation is just one of those things that I can't stand.\"\n\nIf only for one moment he would take his eyes off her. She felt distraught. She hardly knew what she was saying. She observed that sparkling Burgundy seemed rather a heady wine. He hastened to agree with her.\n\n\"I didn't take much of it. To tell the truth, it's not a wine I ever met before, and the taste seemed to me rather funny. I'd sooner have a whisky-and-soda any day.\"\n\n\"Have one now. Do. Why not? I'll run up to bed because I'm so tired. I daresay I shall be asleep by the time you come.\""}, {"quote": "\"I didn't take much of it. To tell the truth, it's not a wine I ever met before, and the taste seemed to me rather funny. I'd sooner have a whisky-and-soda any day.\"", "context": "She smiled sadly, and said that he was prejudiced. \"And how did you get on with Miss Holmes?\"\n\n\"Oh, all right. The trouble with her is that she's rather affected, and affectation is just one of those things that I can't stand.\"\n\nIf only for one moment he would take his eyes off her. She felt distraught. She hardly knew what she was saying. She observed that sparkling Burgundy seemed rather a heady wine. He hastened to agree with her.\n\n\"I didn't take much of it. To tell the truth, it's not a wine I ever met before, and the taste seemed to me rather funny. I'd sooner have a whisky-and-soda any day.\"\n\n\"Have one now. Do. Why not? I'll run up to bed because I'm so tired. I daresay I shall be asleep by the time you come.\"\n\n\"Oh, I shan't be long,\" said Teddy, and Dora managed to get out of the room without being kissed.\n\nThe moment she had gone Teddy's cheerfulness vanished. He mixed himself a very stiff whisky-and-soda, and sipped gloomily, staring at the dead cigarette between his fingers.\n\nDora panted as she undressed. Tragedy seemed to be choking her. She hurried into bed. When Teddy came up she pretended to be asleep, but she got little sleep that night."}, {"quote": "\"Have one now. Do. Why not? I'll run up to bed because I'm so tired. I daresay I shall be asleep by the time you come.\"", "context": "\"Oh, all right. The trouble with her is that she's rather affected, and affectation is just one of those things that I can't stand.\"\n\nIf only for one moment he would take his eyes off her. She felt distraught. She hardly knew what she was saying. She observed that sparkling Burgundy seemed rather a heady wine. He hastened to agree with her.\n\n\"I didn't take much of it. To tell the truth, it's not a wine I ever met before, and the taste seemed to me rather funny. I'd sooner have a whisky-and-soda any day.\"\n\n\"Have one now. Do. Why not? I'll run up to bed because I'm so tired. I daresay I shall be asleep by the time you come.\"\n\n\"Oh, I shan't be long,\" said Teddy, and Dora managed to get out of the room without being kissed.\n\nThe moment she had gone Teddy's cheerfulness vanished. He mixed himself a very stiff whisky-and-soda, and sipped gloomily, staring at the dead cigarette between his fingers.\n\nDora panted as she undressed. Tragedy seemed to be choking her. She hurried into bed. When Teddy came up she pretended to be asleep, but she got little sleep that night."}, {"quote": "\"Oh, I shan't be long,", "context": "If only for one moment he would take his eyes off her. She felt distraught. She hardly knew what she was saying. She observed that sparkling Burgundy seemed rather a heady wine. He hastened to agree with her.\n\n\"I didn't take much of it. To tell the truth, it's not a wine I ever met before, and the taste seemed to me rather funny. I'd sooner have a whisky-and-soda any day.\"\n\n\"Have one now. Do. Why not? I'll run up to bed because I'm so tired. I daresay I shall be asleep by the time you come.\"\n\n\"Oh, I shan't be long,\" said Teddy, and Dora managed to get out of the room without being kissed.\n\nThe moment she had gone Teddy's cheerfulness vanished. He mixed himself a very stiff whisky-and-soda, and sipped gloomily, staring at the dead cigarette between his fingers.\n\nDora panted as she undressed. Tragedy seemed to be choking her. She hurried into bed. When Teddy came up she pretended to be asleep, but she got little sleep that night.\n\n* * * * *"}, {"quote": "\"I want to speak to you for a minute before you go to the city,", "context": "Two days had passed and Dora had not spoken. There were dark lines under her eyes, and she seldom smiled. Teddy, always kind, had been kinder to her than ever. He said complimentary things to her. Every evening he brought her fruit from the city, because she liked fruit; it was expensive fruit too. And every kind word or act seemed to cut her heart like a knife. She felt so unworthy of devotion. The position was unendurable, and on the third morning as they rose from breakfast she suddenly determined to end it there and then -- to tell him everything and throw herself on his mercy.\n\n\"I want to speak to you for a minute before you go to the city,\" she said. \"Will you come into the drawing-room?\"\n\n\"Very well,\" said Teddy.\n\nIn the drawing-room she found that she was shaking all over and had to sit down. She was thinking how she would begin, when she heard a hollow voice say, \"Wait. You need say nothing.\" It was Teddy's voice.\n\n\"What do you mean?\" she asked in a choked whisper.\n\n\"Do you think I haven't seen?\" said Teddy, almost fiercely. \"You guessed it somehow when I came into the house that night. I suppose a bad conscience gives itself away. I thought you knew when you asked me how I got on with Miss Holmes. These last two days you've been upset. You've not been yourself. And that of course made me certain you knew. Only let me tell you how I came to do it.\""}, {"quote": "\"Will you come into the drawing-room?\"", "context": "Two days had passed and Dora had not spoken. There were dark lines under her eyes, and she seldom smiled. Teddy, always kind, had been kinder to her than ever. He said complimentary things to her. Every evening he brought her fruit from the city, because she liked fruit; it was expensive fruit too. And every kind word or act seemed to cut her heart like a knife. She felt so unworthy of devotion. The position was unendurable, and on the third morning as they rose from breakfast she suddenly determined to end it there and then -- to tell him everything and throw herself on his mercy.\n\n\"I want to speak to you for a minute before you go to the city,\" she said. \"Will you come into the drawing-room?\"\n\n\"Very well,\" said Teddy.\n\nIn the drawing-room she found that she was shaking all over and had to sit down. She was thinking how she would begin, when she heard a hollow voice say, \"Wait. You need say nothing.\" It was Teddy's voice.\n\n\"What do you mean?\" she asked in a choked whisper.\n\n\"Do you think I haven't seen?\" said Teddy, almost fiercely. \"You guessed it somehow when I came into the house that night. I suppose a bad conscience gives itself away. I thought you knew when you asked me how I got on with Miss Holmes. These last two days you've been upset. You've not been yourself. And that of course made me certain you knew. Only let me tell you how I came to do it.\""}, {"quote": "\"Wait. You need say nothing.", "context": "Two days had passed and Dora had not spoken. There were dark lines under her eyes, and she seldom smiled. Teddy, always kind, had been kinder to her than ever. He said complimentary things to her. Every evening he brought her fruit from the city, because she liked fruit; it was expensive fruit too. And every kind word or act seemed to cut her heart like a knife. She felt so unworthy of devotion. The position was unendurable, and on the third morning as they rose from breakfast she suddenly determined to end it there and then -- to tell him everything and throw herself on his mercy.\n\n\"I want to speak to you for a minute before you go to the city,\" she said. \"Will you come into the drawing-room?\"\n\n\"Very well,\" said Teddy.\n\nIn the drawing-room she found that she was shaking all over and had to sit down. She was thinking how she would begin, when she heard a hollow voice say, \"Wait. You need say nothing.\" It was Teddy's voice.\n\n\"What do you mean?\" she asked in a choked whisper.\n\n\"Do you think I haven't seen?\" said Teddy, almost fiercely. \"You guessed it somehow when I came into the house that night. I suppose a bad conscience gives itself away. I thought you knew when you asked me how I got on with Miss Holmes. These last two days you've been upset. You've not been yourself. And that of course made me certain you knew. Only let me tell you how I came to do it.\""}, {"quote": "\"What do you mean?", "context": "Two days had passed and Dora had not spoken. There were dark lines under her eyes, and she seldom smiled. Teddy, always kind, had been kinder to her than ever. He said complimentary things to her. Every evening he brought her fruit from the city, because she liked fruit; it was expensive fruit too. And every kind word or act seemed to cut her heart like a knife. She felt so unworthy of devotion. The position was unendurable, and on the third morning as they rose from breakfast she suddenly determined to end it there and then -- to tell him everything and throw herself on his mercy.\n\n\"I want to speak to you for a minute before you go to the city,\" she said. \"Will you come into the drawing-room?\"\n\n\"Very well,\" said Teddy.\n\nIn the drawing-room she found that she was shaking all over and had to sit down. She was thinking how she would begin, when she heard a hollow voice say, \"Wait. You need say nothing.\" It was Teddy's voice.\n\n\"What do you mean?\" she asked in a choked whisper.\n\n\"Do you think I haven't seen?\" said Teddy, almost fiercely. \"You guessed it somehow when I came into the house that night. I suppose a bad conscience gives itself away. I thought you knew when you asked me how I got on with Miss Holmes. These last two days you've been upset. You've not been yourself. And that of course made me certain you knew. Only let me tell you how I came to do it.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said Dora, with great self-possession, \"tell me that.\""}, {"quote": "\"Do you think I haven't seen?", "context": "Two days had passed and Dora had not spoken. There were dark lines under her eyes, and she seldom smiled. Teddy, always kind, had been kinder to her than ever. He said complimentary things to her. Every evening he brought her fruit from the city, because she liked fruit; it was expensive fruit too. And every kind word or act seemed to cut her heart like a knife. She felt so unworthy of devotion. The position was unendurable, and on the third morning as they rose from breakfast she suddenly determined to end it there and then -- to tell him everything and throw herself on his mercy.\n\n\"I want to speak to you for a minute before you go to the city,\" she said. \"Will you come into the drawing-room?\"\n\n\"Very well,\" said Teddy.\n\nIn the drawing-room she found that she was shaking all over and had to sit down. She was thinking how she would begin, when she heard a hollow voice say, \"Wait. You need say nothing.\" It was Teddy's voice.\n\n\"What do you mean?\" she asked in a choked whisper.\n\n\"Do you think I haven't seen?\" said Teddy, almost fiercely. \"You guessed it somehow when I came into the house that night. I suppose a bad conscience gives itself away. I thought you knew when you asked me how I got on with Miss Holmes. These last two days you've been upset. You've not been yourself. And that of course made me certain you knew. Only let me tell you how I came to do it.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said Dora, with great self-possession, \"tell me that.\"\n\n\"Well, she was talking about the loneliness of her life. It was as much pity as anything. And the cab was going down a dark street at the time. Mind, I only kissed her once. And the moment I did it I -- I was ashamed of myself. You don't know what I've been through.\""}, {"quote": "\"You guessed it somehow when I came into the house that night. I suppose a bad conscience gives itself away. I thought you knew when you asked me how I got on with Miss Holmes. These last two days you've been upset. You've not been yourself. And that of course made me certain you knew. Only let me tell you how I came to do it.\"", "context": "\"I want to speak to you for a minute before you go to the city,\" she said. \"Will you come into the drawing-room?\"\n\n\"Very well,\" said Teddy.\n\nIn the drawing-room she found that she was shaking all over and had to sit down. She was thinking how she would begin, when she heard a hollow voice say, \"Wait. You need say nothing.\" It was Teddy's voice.\n\n\"What do you mean?\" she asked in a choked whisper.\n\n\"Do you think I haven't seen?\" said Teddy, almost fiercely. \"You guessed it somehow when I came into the house that night. I suppose a bad conscience gives itself away. I thought you knew when you asked me how I got on with Miss Holmes. These last two days you've been upset. You've not been yourself. And that of course made me certain you knew. Only let me tell you how I came to do it.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said Dora, with great self-possession, \"tell me that.\"\n\n\"Well, she was talking about the loneliness of her life. It was as much pity as anything. And the cab was going down a dark street at the time. Mind, I only kissed her once. And the moment I did it I -- I was ashamed of myself. You don't know what I've been through.\"\n\nDora thought she did, but she said nothing.\n\n\"I swear that I care for no woman in the world but you, Dora. I'm awfully sorry I've hurt you like this. Can you ever forgive me?\""}, {"quote": "\"Well, she was talking about the loneliness of her life. It was as much pity as anything. And the cab was going down a dark street at the time. Mind, I only kissed her once. And the moment I did it I -- I was ashamed of myself. You don't know what I've been through.\"", "context": "\"Do you think I haven't seen?\" said Teddy, almost fiercely. \"You guessed it somehow when I came into the house that night. I suppose a bad conscience gives itself away. I thought you knew when you asked me how I got on with Miss Holmes. These last two days you've been upset. You've not been yourself. And that of course made me certain you knew. Only let me tell you how I came to do it.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said Dora, with great self-possession, \"tell me that.\"\n\n\"Well, she was talking about the loneliness of her life. It was as much pity as anything. And the cab was going down a dark street at the time. Mind, I only kissed her once. And the moment I did it I -- I was ashamed of myself. You don't know what I've been through.\"\n\nDora thought she did, but she said nothing.\n\n\"I swear that I care for no woman in the world but you, Dora. I'm awfully sorry I've hurt you like this. Can you ever forgive me?\"\n\nDora rose, and placed both hands on his shoulders. \"Could you have forgiven me,\" she said, \"if I had let a man kiss me?\"\n\nHe paused a moment. \"Yes, Dora,\" he said, \"I think so.\"\n\nHer face was like the face of an angel."}, {"quote": "\"I swear that I care for no woman in the world but you, Dora. I'm awfully sorry I've hurt you like this. Can you ever forgive me?\"", "context": "\"You guessed it somehow when I came into the house that night. I suppose a bad conscience gives itself away. I thought you knew when you asked me how I got on with Miss Holmes. These last two days you've been upset. You've not been yourself. And that of course made me certain you knew. Only let me tell you how I came to do it.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said Dora, with great self-possession, \"tell me that.\"\n\n\"Well, she was talking about the loneliness of her life. It was as much pity as anything. And the cab was going down a dark street at the time. Mind, I only kissed her once. And the moment I did it I -- I was ashamed of myself. You don't know what I've been through.\"\n\nDora thought she did, but she said nothing.\n\n\"I swear that I care for no woman in the world but you, Dora. I'm awfully sorry I've hurt you like this. Can you ever forgive me?\"\n\nDora rose, and placed both hands on his shoulders. \"Could you have forgiven me,\" she said, \"if I had let a man kiss me?\"\n\nHe paused a moment. \"Yes, Dora,\" he said, \"I think so.\"\n\nHer face was like the face of an angel. \"Then, Teddy dear, I forgive you absolutely. We will never speak of this again. And it will never happen again, will it?\"\n\n\"Never,\" said the repentant sinner, and kissed her."}, {"quote": "\"Could you have forgiven me,", "context": "\"Well, she was talking about the loneliness of her life. It was as much pity as anything. And the cab was going down a dark street at the time. Mind, I only kissed her once. And the moment I did it I -- I was ashamed of myself. You don't know what I've been through.\"\n\nDora thought she did, but she said nothing.\n\n\"I swear that I care for no woman in the world but you, Dora. I'm awfully sorry I've hurt you like this. Can you ever forgive me?\"\n\nDora rose, and placed both hands on his shoulders. \"Could you have forgiven me,\" she said, \"if I had let a man kiss me?\"\n\nHe paused a moment. \"Yes, Dora,\" he said, \"I think so.\"\n\nHer face was like the face of an angel. \"Then, Teddy dear, I forgive you absolutely. We will never speak of this again. And it will never happen again, will it?\"\n\n\"Never,\" said the repentant sinner, and kissed her.\n\nMrs Bablove sang happily as she helped to make the beds that morning.\n\nAnd they never did speak of it again. Once, two years later -- this was after poor Aunt Mary had been called to her rest and the Babloves had become prosperous in consequence -- Teddy gave it as his opinion that there was only one sparkling wine worth consideration and that wine was champagne. Dora cordially agreed with him, but changed the subject rapidly."}, {"quote": "\"if I had let a man kiss me?\"", "context": "\"Well, she was talking about the loneliness of her life. It was as much pity as anything. And the cab was going down a dark street at the time. Mind, I only kissed her once. And the moment I did it I -- I was ashamed of myself. You don't know what I've been through.\"\n\nDora thought she did, but she said nothing.\n\n\"I swear that I care for no woman in the world but you, Dora. I'm awfully sorry I've hurt you like this. Can you ever forgive me?\"\n\nDora rose, and placed both hands on his shoulders. \"Could you have forgiven me,\" she said, \"if I had let a man kiss me?\"\n\nHe paused a moment. \"Yes, Dora,\" he said, \"I think so.\"\n\nHer face was like the face of an angel. \"Then, Teddy dear, I forgive you absolutely. We will never speak of this again. And it will never happen again, will it?\"\n\n\"Never,\" said the repentant sinner, and kissed her.\n\nMrs Bablove sang happily as she helped to make the beds that morning.\n\nAnd they never did speak of it again. Once, two years later -- this was after poor Aunt Mary had been called to her rest and the Babloves had become prosperous in consequence -- Teddy gave it as his opinion that there was only one sparkling wine worth consideration and that wine was champagne. Dora cordially agreed with him, but changed the subject rapidly."}, {"quote": "\"Yes, Dora,", "context": "\"Well, she was talking about the loneliness of her life. It was as much pity as anything. And the cab was going down a dark street at the time. Mind, I only kissed her once. And the moment I did it I -- I was ashamed of myself. You don't know what I've been through.\"\n\nDora thought she did, but she said nothing.\n\n\"I swear that I care for no woman in the world but you, Dora. I'm awfully sorry I've hurt you like this. Can you ever forgive me?\"\n\nDora rose, and placed both hands on his shoulders. \"Could you have forgiven me,\" she said, \"if I had let a man kiss me?\"\n\nHe paused a moment. \"Yes, Dora,\" he said, \"I think so.\"\n\nHer face was like the face of an angel. \"Then, Teddy dear, I forgive you absolutely. We will never speak of this again. And it will never happen again, will it?\"\n\n\"Never,\" said the repentant sinner, and kissed her.\n\nMrs Bablove sang happily as she helped to make the beds that morning.\n\nAnd they never did speak of it again. Once, two years later -- this was after poor Aunt Mary had been called to her rest and the Babloves had become prosperous in consequence -- Teddy gave it as his opinion that there was only one sparkling wine worth consideration and that wine was champagne. Dora cordially agreed with him, but changed the subject rapidly."}, {"quote": "\"I think so.\"", "context": "\"Well, she was talking about the loneliness of her life. It was as much pity as anything. And the cab was going down a dark street at the time. Mind, I only kissed her once. And the moment I did it I -- I was ashamed of myself. You don't know what I've been through.\"\n\nDora thought she did, but she said nothing.\n\n\"I swear that I care for no woman in the world but you, Dora. I'm awfully sorry I've hurt you like this. Can you ever forgive me?\"\n\nDora rose, and placed both hands on his shoulders. \"Could you have forgiven me,\" she said, \"if I had let a man kiss me?\"\n\nHe paused a moment. \"Yes, Dora,\" he said, \"I think so.\"\n\nHer face was like the face of an angel. \"Then, Teddy dear, I forgive you absolutely. We will never speak of this again. And it will never happen again, will it?\"\n\n\"Never,\" said the repentant sinner, and kissed her.\n\nMrs Bablove sang happily as she helped to make the beds that morning.\n\nAnd they never did speak of it again. Once, two years later -- this was after poor Aunt Mary had been called to her rest and the Babloves had become prosperous in consequence -- Teddy gave it as his opinion that there was only one sparkling wine worth consideration and that wine was champagne. Dora cordially agreed with him, but changed the subject rapidly."}, {"quote": "\"Then, Teddy dear, I forgive you absolutely. We will never speak of this again. And it will never happen again, will it?\"", "context": "Dora thought she did, but she said nothing.\n\n\"I swear that I care for no woman in the world but you, Dora. I'm awfully sorry I've hurt you like this. Can you ever forgive me?\"\n\nDora rose, and placed both hands on his shoulders. \"Could you have forgiven me,\" she said, \"if I had let a man kiss me?\"\n\nHe paused a moment. \"Yes, Dora,\" he said, \"I think so.\"\n\nHer face was like the face of an angel. \"Then, Teddy dear, I forgive you absolutely. We will never speak of this again. And it will never happen again, will it?\"\n\n\"Never,\" said the repentant sinner, and kissed her.\n\nMrs Bablove sang happily as she helped to make the beds that morning.\n\nAnd they never did speak of it again. Once, two years later -- this was after poor Aunt Mary had been called to her rest and the Babloves had become prosperous in consequence -- Teddy gave it as his opinion that there was only one sparkling wine worth consideration and that wine was champagne. Dora cordially agreed with him, but changed the subject rapidly."}, {"quote": "\u2018I\u2019ve known it and foreseen it. I knew it would come to this from the very beginning,", "context": "When Daphne and Gerald were gone, and the fair woodland scene was empty, a third figure came slowly out of the fir-grove, a substantial form clad in a rusty black-silk gown, short petticoats, side-laced cashmere boots, and a bonnet which was only thirty years behind the prevailing fashion. This antique form belonged to Jane Mowser, who carried a little basket of an almost infantine shape, and who had been gathering wild strawberries for her afternoon refreshment. While thus engaged she had espied Daphne\u2019s white frock gleaming athwart the dark stems of the firs, and had contrived to skirt the pathway, and keep the young lady in view. Thus she had been within earshot when Daphne and Gerald Goring met, and had heard the greater part of their conversation. \u2018I\u2019ve known it and foreseen it. I knew it would come to this from the very beginning,\u2019 she muttered breathlessly; \u2018and I\u2019m thankful that I\u2019m the chosen instrument for finding them out. Oh, my poor Miss Madoline, what a viper you have nourished in your loving bosom! Oh, the artfulness of that anteloping girl! pretending to reject him, and leading him on all the time, and meaning to run away with him to-morrow, and be married on the sly at Geneva, as truly as my name is Mowser. But I\u2019ll put a stop to their goings on. I\u2019ll let in the light upon their dark ways. Jane Mowser will prove a match for an antelope and a traitor.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2019m the chosen instrument for finding them out. Oh, my poor Miss Madoline, what a viper you have nourished in your loving bosom! Oh, the artfulness of that anteloping girl! pretending to reject him, and leading him on all the time, and meaning to run away with him to-morrow, and be married on the sly at Geneva, as truly as my name is Mowser. But I\u2019ll put a stop to their goings on. I\u2019ll let in the light upon their dark ways. Jane Mowser will prove a match for an antelope and a traitor.\u2019", "context": "When Daphne and Gerald were gone, and the fair woodland scene was empty, a third figure came slowly out of the fir-grove, a substantial form clad in a rusty black-silk gown, short petticoats, side-laced cashmere boots, and a bonnet which was only thirty years behind the prevailing fashion. This antique form belonged to Jane Mowser, who carried a little basket of an almost infantine shape, and who had been gathering wild strawberries for her afternoon refreshment. While thus engaged she had espied Daphne\u2019s white frock gleaming athwart the dark stems of the firs, and had contrived to skirt the pathway, and keep the young lady in view. Thus she had been within earshot when Daphne and Gerald Goring met, and had heard the greater part of their conversation. \u2018I\u2019ve known it and foreseen it. I knew it would come to this from the very beginning,\u2019 she muttered breathlessly; \u2018and I\u2019m thankful that I\u2019m the chosen instrument for finding them out. Oh, my poor Miss Madoline, what a viper you have nourished in your loving bosom! Oh, the artfulness of that anteloping girl! pretending to reject him, and leading him on all the time, and meaning to run away with him to-morrow, and be married on the sly at Geneva, as truly as my name is Mowser. But I\u2019ll put a stop to their goings on. I\u2019ll let in the light upon their dark ways. Jane Mowser will prove a match for an antelope and a traitor.\u2019\n\nThe little basket trembled in Mrs. Mowser\u2019s agitated grasp, as she trotted briskly downhill to the hotel. \u2018I\u2019ll make their baseness known to Sir Vernon,\u2019 said Mowser, \u2018and if he has the heart of a man he\u2019ll crush that fair-haired young viper.\u2019\n\nHaving detested Daphne from the day of her birth, Mowser now felt a virtuous thrill, the sense of a relieved conscience, in the idea that Daphne had justified her dislike. It would have been pain and grief to her had the girl turned out well; but to have her judgment borne out, her wisdom made clear as daylight, every evil feeling of her heart fully excused by the girl\u2019s bad conduct, this was comfort which weighed heavily in the scale against her honest sorrow for the mistress whom she honestly loved."}, {"quote": "\u2018I\u2019ll make their baseness known to Sir Vernon,", "context": "\u2019m the chosen instrument for finding them out. Oh, my poor Miss Madoline, what a viper you have nourished in your loving bosom! Oh, the artfulness of that anteloping girl! pretending to reject him, and leading him on all the time, and meaning to run away with him to-morrow, and be married on the sly at Geneva, as truly as my name is Mowser. But I\u2019ll put a stop to their goings on. I\u2019ll let in the light upon their dark ways. Jane Mowser will prove a match for an antelope and a traitor.\u2019\n\nThe little basket trembled in Mrs. Mowser\u2019s agitated grasp, as she trotted briskly downhill to the hotel. \u2018I\u2019ll make their baseness known to Sir Vernon,\u2019 said Mowser, \u2018and if he has the heart of a man he\u2019ll crush that fair-haired young viper.\u2019\n\nHaving detested Daphne from the day of her birth, Mowser now felt a virtuous thrill, the sense of a relieved conscience, in the idea that Daphne had justified her dislike. It would have been pain and grief to her had the girl turned out well; but to have her judgment borne out, her wisdom made clear as daylight, every evil feeling of her heart fully excused by the girl\u2019s bad conduct, this was comfort which weighed heavily in the scale against her honest sorrow for the mistress whom she honestly loved."}, {"quote": "\u2018and if he has the heart of a man he\u2019ll crush that fair-haired young viper.\u2019", "context": "\u2019m the chosen instrument for finding them out. Oh, my poor Miss Madoline, what a viper you have nourished in your loving bosom! Oh, the artfulness of that anteloping girl! pretending to reject him, and leading him on all the time, and meaning to run away with him to-morrow, and be married on the sly at Geneva, as truly as my name is Mowser. But I\u2019ll put a stop to their goings on. I\u2019ll let in the light upon their dark ways. Jane Mowser will prove a match for an antelope and a traitor.\u2019\n\nThe little basket trembled in Mrs. Mowser\u2019s agitated grasp, as she trotted briskly downhill to the hotel. \u2018I\u2019ll make their baseness known to Sir Vernon,\u2019 said Mowser, \u2018and if he has the heart of a man he\u2019ll crush that fair-haired young viper.\u2019\n\nHaving detested Daphne from the day of her birth, Mowser now felt a virtuous thrill, the sense of a relieved conscience, in the idea that Daphne had justified her dislike. It would have been pain and grief to her had the girl turned out well; but to have her judgment borne out, her wisdom made clear as daylight, every evil feeling of her heart fully excused by the girl\u2019s bad conduct, this was comfort which weighed heavily in the scale against her honest sorrow for the mistress whom she honestly loved."}, {"quote": "\u2018I have been for a long, long walk, and the heat has given me a dreadful headache. Please excuse my coming to dinner. I will have some tea in my room.\u2019", "context": "She had no idea that the revelation she was going to make must necessarily lead to the cancelment of Madoline\u2019s engagement. Her notion was that if Sir Vernon were made acquainted with the treachery that had been going on in his family circle, he would turn his younger daughter out of doors, and compel Gerald Goring to keep faith with his elder daughter. She allowed nothing for those finer shades of feeling which generally lead to the breaking of matrimonial engagements. It seemed to her that if a man had got himself engaged to a girl, and wanted to cry off, he must be taken by the scruff off his neck, as it were, and made to fulfill his promise.\n\nWhen seven o\u2019clock came and the table-d\u2019h\u00f4te, Daphne was shut up in her own room with a bad headache; Mr. Goring was missing; and there were only Aunt Rhoda, Madoline, and Edgar to take their accustomed places near one end of the long table. A little pencilled note from Daphne had been brought to Madoline by one of the chambermaids, just before dinner:\n\n\u2018I have been for a long, long walk, and the heat has given me a dreadful headache. Please excuse my coming to dinner. I will have some tea in my room.\u2019\n\n\u2018That foolish girl has been walking too far for her strength, no doubt,\u2019 said Mrs. Ferrers. \u2018She is always in extremes. But what has become of Mr. Goring? Has he been overwalking himself too?\u2019\n\n\u2018I think not,\u2019 answered Lina, smiling; \u2018we were dawdling about together near the hotel till four o\u2019clock, and I don\u2019t suppose he would start for a long ramble after that.\u2019\n\n\u2018Then why is he not at dinner?\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018That foolish girl has been walking too far for her strength, no doubt,", "context": "When seven o\u2019clock came and the table-d\u2019h\u00f4te, Daphne was shut up in her own room with a bad headache; Mr. Goring was missing; and there were only Aunt Rhoda, Madoline, and Edgar to take their accustomed places near one end of the long table. A little pencilled note from Daphne had been brought to Madoline by one of the chambermaids, just before dinner:\n\n\u2018I have been for a long, long walk, and the heat has given me a dreadful headache. Please excuse my coming to dinner. I will have some tea in my room.\u2019\n\n\u2018That foolish girl has been walking too far for her strength, no doubt,\u2019 said Mrs. Ferrers. \u2018She is always in extremes. But what has become of Mr. Goring? Has he been overwalking himself too?\u2019\n\n\u2018I think not,\u2019 answered Lina, smiling; \u2018we were dawdling about together near the hotel till four o\u2019clock, and I don\u2019t suppose he would start for a long ramble after that.\u2019\n\n\u2018Then why is he not at dinner?\u2019\n\nThis question was unanswerable. They could only speculate vaguely about the absent one. Nobody had seen him after he parted from Madoline at the garden gate. Perhaps he had walked to Vevey, perhaps to Montreux, miscalculating the distance, and the time it would take him to go and return. There was an uncomfortable feeling all through the slow protracted dinner, Madoline\u2019s eyes wandering to the door every now and then, expecting to see Gerald enter; Edgar out of spirits because Daphne was absent; Mrs. Ferrers overcome by the heat, and beginning to perceive that Swiss scenery was a delight of which one might become weary."}, {"quote": "\u2018She is always in extremes. But what has become of Mr. Goring? Has he been overwalking himself too?\u2019", "context": "When seven o\u2019clock came and the table-d\u2019h\u00f4te, Daphne was shut up in her own room with a bad headache; Mr. Goring was missing; and there were only Aunt Rhoda, Madoline, and Edgar to take their accustomed places near one end of the long table. A little pencilled note from Daphne had been brought to Madoline by one of the chambermaids, just before dinner:\n\n\u2018I have been for a long, long walk, and the heat has given me a dreadful headache. Please excuse my coming to dinner. I will have some tea in my room.\u2019\n\n\u2018That foolish girl has been walking too far for her strength, no doubt,\u2019 said Mrs. Ferrers. \u2018She is always in extremes. But what has become of Mr. Goring? Has he been overwalking himself too?\u2019\n\n\u2018I think not,\u2019 answered Lina, smiling; \u2018we were dawdling about together near the hotel till four o\u2019clock, and I don\u2019t suppose he would start for a long ramble after that.\u2019\n\n\u2018Then why is he not at dinner?\u2019\n\nThis question was unanswerable. They could only speculate vaguely about the absent one. Nobody had seen him after he parted from Madoline at the garden gate. Perhaps he had walked to Vevey, perhaps to Montreux, miscalculating the distance, and the time it would take him to go and return. There was an uncomfortable feeling all through the slow protracted dinner, Madoline\u2019s eyes wandering to the door every now and then, expecting to see Gerald enter; Edgar out of spirits because Daphne was absent; Mrs. Ferrers overcome by the heat, and beginning to perceive that Swiss scenery was a delight of which one might become weary."}, {"quote": "\u2018we were dawdling about together near the hotel till four o\u2019clock, and I don\u2019t suppose he would start for a long ramble after that.\u2019", "context": "When seven o\u2019clock came and the table-d\u2019h\u00f4te, Daphne was shut up in her own room with a bad headache; Mr. Goring was missing; and there were only Aunt Rhoda, Madoline, and Edgar to take their accustomed places near one end of the long table. A little pencilled note from Daphne had been brought to Madoline by one of the chambermaids, just before dinner:\n\n\u2018I have been for a long, long walk, and the heat has given me a dreadful headache. Please excuse my coming to dinner. I will have some tea in my room.\u2019\n\n\u2018That foolish girl has been walking too far for her strength, no doubt,\u2019 said Mrs. Ferrers. \u2018She is always in extremes. But what has become of Mr. Goring? Has he been overwalking himself too?\u2019\n\n\u2018I think not,\u2019 answered Lina, smiling; \u2018we were dawdling about together near the hotel till four o\u2019clock, and I don\u2019t suppose he would start for a long ramble after that.\u2019\n\n\u2018Then why is he not at dinner?\u2019\n\nThis question was unanswerable. They could only speculate vaguely about the absent one. Nobody had seen him after he parted from Madoline at the garden gate. Perhaps he had walked to Vevey, perhaps to Montreux, miscalculating the distance, and the time it would take him to go and return. There was an uncomfortable feeling all through the slow protracted dinner, Madoline\u2019s eyes wandering to the door every now and then, expecting to see Gerald enter; Edgar out of spirits because Daphne was absent; Mrs. Ferrers overcome by the heat, and beginning to perceive that Swiss scenery was a delight of which one might become weary."}, {"quote": "\u2018Then why is he not at dinner?\u2019", "context": "\u2018I have been for a long, long walk, and the heat has given me a dreadful headache. Please excuse my coming to dinner. I will have some tea in my room.\u2019\n\n\u2018That foolish girl has been walking too far for her strength, no doubt,\u2019 said Mrs. Ferrers. \u2018She is always in extremes. But what has become of Mr. Goring? Has he been overwalking himself too?\u2019\n\n\u2018I think not,\u2019 answered Lina, smiling; \u2018we were dawdling about together near the hotel till four o\u2019clock, and I don\u2019t suppose he would start for a long ramble after that.\u2019\n\n\u2018Then why is he not at dinner?\u2019\n\nThis question was unanswerable. They could only speculate vaguely about the absent one. Nobody had seen him after he parted from Madoline at the garden gate. Perhaps he had walked to Vevey, perhaps to Montreux, miscalculating the distance, and the time it would take him to go and return. There was an uncomfortable feeling all through the slow protracted dinner, Madoline\u2019s eyes wandering to the door every now and then, expecting to see Gerald enter; Edgar out of spirits because Daphne was absent; Mrs. Ferrers overcome by the heat, and beginning to perceive that Swiss scenery was a delight of which one might become weary."}, {"quote": "\u2018I am so vexed with myself for falling asleep and letting Daphne roam about alone,", "context": "This question was unanswerable. They could only speculate vaguely about the absent one. Nobody had seen him after he parted from Madoline at the garden gate. Perhaps he had walked to Vevey, perhaps to Montreux, miscalculating the distance, and the time it would take him to go and return. There was an uncomfortable feeling all through the slow protracted dinner, Madoline\u2019s eyes wandering to the door every now and then, expecting to see Gerald enter; Edgar out of spirits because Daphne was absent; Mrs. Ferrers overcome by the heat, and beginning to perceive that Swiss scenery was a delight of which one might become weary.\n\n\u2018I am so vexed with myself for falling asleep and letting Daphne roam about alone,\u2019 said Edgar, staring absently at a savoury mess of veal and vegetable to which he had mechanically helped himself.\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t see why you should blame yourself for Daphne\u2019s want of common sense,\u2019 answered Aunt Rhoda somewhat snappishly. \u2018It was an afternoon that would have sent anybody to sleep. Even I, who am generally so wakeful, closed my eyes for a few minutes over my book.\u2019\n\nIf Mrs. Ferrers had confessed that she had been snoring vigorously for an hour and a half, she would have been nearer the truth."}, {"quote": "\u2018I don\u2019t see why you should blame yourself for Daphne\u2019s want of common sense,", "context": "This question was unanswerable. They could only speculate vaguely about the absent one. Nobody had seen him after he parted from Madoline at the garden gate. Perhaps he had walked to Vevey, perhaps to Montreux, miscalculating the distance, and the time it would take him to go and return. There was an uncomfortable feeling all through the slow protracted dinner, Madoline\u2019s eyes wandering to the door every now and then, expecting to see Gerald enter; Edgar out of spirits because Daphne was absent; Mrs. Ferrers overcome by the heat, and beginning to perceive that Swiss scenery was a delight of which one might become weary.\n\n\u2018I am so vexed with myself for falling asleep and letting Daphne roam about alone,\u2019 said Edgar, staring absently at a savoury mess of veal and vegetable to which he had mechanically helped himself.\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t see why you should blame yourself for Daphne\u2019s want of common sense,\u2019 answered Aunt Rhoda somewhat snappishly. \u2018It was an afternoon that would have sent anybody to sleep. Even I, who am generally so wakeful, closed my eyes for a few minutes over my book.\u2019\n\nIf Mrs. Ferrers had confessed that she had been snoring vigorously for an hour and a half, she would have been nearer the truth.\n\nDinner came to its formal close in the shape of an unripe dessert, and there was still no sign of Gerald. Edgar went up to the corridor and knocked at Daphne\u2019s door to inquire if her head were better."}, {"quote": "\u2018It was an afternoon that would have sent anybody to sleep. Even I, who am generally so wakeful, closed my eyes for a few minutes over my book.\u2019", "context": "This question was unanswerable. They could only speculate vaguely about the absent one. Nobody had seen him after he parted from Madoline at the garden gate. Perhaps he had walked to Vevey, perhaps to Montreux, miscalculating the distance, and the time it would take him to go and return. There was an uncomfortable feeling all through the slow protracted dinner, Madoline\u2019s eyes wandering to the door every now and then, expecting to see Gerald enter; Edgar out of spirits because Daphne was absent; Mrs. Ferrers overcome by the heat, and beginning to perceive that Swiss scenery was a delight of which one might become weary.\n\n\u2018I am so vexed with myself for falling asleep and letting Daphne roam about alone,\u2019 said Edgar, staring absently at a savoury mess of veal and vegetable to which he had mechanically helped himself.\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t see why you should blame yourself for Daphne\u2019s want of common sense,\u2019 answered Aunt Rhoda somewhat snappishly. \u2018It was an afternoon that would have sent anybody to sleep. Even I, who am generally so wakeful, closed my eyes for a few minutes over my book.\u2019\n\nIf Mrs. Ferrers had confessed that she had been snoring vigorously for an hour and a half, she would have been nearer the truth.\n\nDinner came to its formal close in the shape of an unripe dessert, and there was still no sign of Gerald. Edgar went up to the corridor and knocked at Daphne\u2019s door to inquire if her head were better.\n\nShe answered from within in a weary voice:\n\n\u2018Thanks; no! It is aching awfully. Please don\u2019t trouble yourself about me. Go for a nice walk with Lina.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Thanks; no! It is aching awfully. Please don\u2019t trouble yourself about me. Go for a nice walk with Lina.\u2019", "context": "\u2018It was an afternoon that would have sent anybody to sleep. Even I, who am generally so wakeful, closed my eyes for a few minutes over my book.\u2019\n\nIf Mrs. Ferrers had confessed that she had been snoring vigorously for an hour and a half, she would have been nearer the truth.\n\nDinner came to its formal close in the shape of an unripe dessert, and there was still no sign of Gerald. Edgar went up to the corridor and knocked at Daphne\u2019s door to inquire if her head were better.\n\nShe answered from within in a weary voice:\n\n\u2018Thanks; no! It is aching awfully. Please don\u2019t trouble yourself about me. Go for a nice walk with Lina.\u2019\n\n\u2018Don\u2019t you think if you were to come out and sit in the garden the cool evening air would do you good?\u2019\n\n\u2018I couldn\u2019t lift my head from the pillow.\u2019\n\n\u2018Then you will not be well enough to go back to Montreux to-morrow morning? We had better put off the journey.\u2019\n\n\u2018On no account. I shall be quite well to-morrow. It is only a headache. Please go away and enjoy your evening.\u2019\n\n\u2018As if I could enjoy life without you. Good-night, darling. God bless you!\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Don\u2019t you think if you were to come out and sit in the garden the cool evening air would do you good?\u2019", "context": "If Mrs. Ferrers had confessed that she had been snoring vigorously for an hour and a half, she would have been nearer the truth.\n\nDinner came to its formal close in the shape of an unripe dessert, and there was still no sign of Gerald. Edgar went up to the corridor and knocked at Daphne\u2019s door to inquire if her head were better.\n\nShe answered from within in a weary voice:\n\n\u2018Thanks; no! It is aching awfully. Please don\u2019t trouble yourself about me. Go for a nice walk with Lina.\u2019\n\n\u2018Don\u2019t you think if you were to come out and sit in the garden the cool evening air would do you good?\u2019\n\n\u2018I couldn\u2019t lift my head from the pillow.\u2019\n\n\u2018Then you will not be well enough to go back to Montreux to-morrow morning? We had better put off the journey.\u2019\n\n\u2018On no account. I shall be quite well to-morrow. It is only a headache. Please go away and enjoy your evening.\u2019\n\n\u2018As if I could enjoy life without you. Good-night, darling. God bless you!\u2019\n\n\u2018Good-night,\u2019 replied the tired voice, and he went away sorrowing."}, {"quote": "\u2018I couldn\u2019t lift my head from the pillow.\u2019", "context": "Dinner came to its formal close in the shape of an unripe dessert, and there was still no sign of Gerald. Edgar went up to the corridor and knocked at Daphne\u2019s door to inquire if her head were better.\n\nShe answered from within in a weary voice:\n\n\u2018Thanks; no! It is aching awfully. Please don\u2019t trouble yourself about me. Go for a nice walk with Lina.\u2019\n\n\u2018Don\u2019t you think if you were to come out and sit in the garden the cool evening air would do you good?\u2019\n\n\u2018I couldn\u2019t lift my head from the pillow.\u2019\n\n\u2018Then you will not be well enough to go back to Montreux to-morrow morning? We had better put off the journey.\u2019\n\n\u2018On no account. I shall be quite well to-morrow. It is only a headache. Please go away and enjoy your evening.\u2019\n\n\u2018As if I could enjoy life without you. Good-night, darling. God bless you!\u2019\n\n\u2018Good-night,\u2019 replied the tired voice, and he went away sorrowing.\n\nWhat was his life worth without her? Absolutely nothing. He had chosen to make this one delight, this one love, the all-in-all of existence."}, {"quote": "\u2018Then you will not be well enough to go back to Montreux to-morrow morning? We had better put off the journey.\u2019", "context": "Dinner came to its formal close in the shape of an unripe dessert, and there was still no sign of Gerald. Edgar went up to the corridor and knocked at Daphne\u2019s door to inquire if her head were better.\n\nShe answered from within in a weary voice:\n\n\u2018Thanks; no! It is aching awfully. Please don\u2019t trouble yourself about me. Go for a nice walk with Lina.\u2019\n\n\u2018Don\u2019t you think if you were to come out and sit in the garden the cool evening air would do you good?\u2019\n\n\u2018I couldn\u2019t lift my head from the pillow.\u2019\n\n\u2018Then you will not be well enough to go back to Montreux to-morrow morning? We had better put off the journey.\u2019\n\n\u2018On no account. I shall be quite well to-morrow. It is only a headache. Please go away and enjoy your evening.\u2019\n\n\u2018As if I could enjoy life without you. Good-night, darling. God bless you!\u2019\n\n\u2018Good-night,\u2019 replied the tired voice, and he went away sorrowing.\n\nWhat was his life worth without her? Absolutely nothing. He had chosen to make this one delight, this one love, the all-in-all of existence.\n\nHe went down into the garden with a moody dejected air and joined Lina, who was sitting in a spot where the view of the valley below and the height above was loveliest; but Lina was scarcely more cheerful than Edgar. She was beginning to feel seriously uneasy at Gerald\u2019s absence."}, {"quote": "\u2018On no account. I shall be quite well to-morrow. It is only a headache. Please go away and enjoy your evening.\u2019", "context": "She answered from within in a weary voice:\n\n\u2018Thanks; no! It is aching awfully. Please don\u2019t trouble yourself about me. Go for a nice walk with Lina.\u2019\n\n\u2018Don\u2019t you think if you were to come out and sit in the garden the cool evening air would do you good?\u2019\n\n\u2018I couldn\u2019t lift my head from the pillow.\u2019\n\n\u2018Then you will not be well enough to go back to Montreux to-morrow morning? We had better put off the journey.\u2019\n\n\u2018On no account. I shall be quite well to-morrow. It is only a headache. Please go away and enjoy your evening.\u2019\n\n\u2018As if I could enjoy life without you. Good-night, darling. God bless you!\u2019\n\n\u2018Good-night,\u2019 replied the tired voice, and he went away sorrowing.\n\nWhat was his life worth without her? Absolutely nothing. He had chosen to make this one delight, this one love, the all-in-all of existence.\n\nHe went down into the garden with a moody dejected air and joined Lina, who was sitting in a spot where the view of the valley below and the height above was loveliest; but Lina was scarcely more cheerful than Edgar. She was beginning to feel seriously uneasy at Gerald\u2019s absence."}, {"quote": "\u2018As if I could enjoy life without you. Good-night, darling. God bless you!\u2019", "context": "\u2018Thanks; no! It is aching awfully. Please don\u2019t trouble yourself about me. Go for a nice walk with Lina.\u2019\n\n\u2018Don\u2019t you think if you were to come out and sit in the garden the cool evening air would do you good?\u2019\n\n\u2018I couldn\u2019t lift my head from the pillow.\u2019\n\n\u2018Then you will not be well enough to go back to Montreux to-morrow morning? We had better put off the journey.\u2019\n\n\u2018On no account. I shall be quite well to-morrow. It is only a headache. Please go away and enjoy your evening.\u2019\n\n\u2018As if I could enjoy life without you. Good-night, darling. God bless you!\u2019\n\n\u2018Good-night,\u2019 replied the tired voice, and he went away sorrowing.\n\nWhat was his life worth without her? Absolutely nothing. He had chosen to make this one delight, this one love, the all-in-all of existence.\n\nHe went down into the garden with a moody dejected air and joined Lina, who was sitting in a spot where the view of the valley below and the height above was loveliest; but Lina was scarcely more cheerful than Edgar. She was beginning to feel seriously uneasy at Gerald\u2019s absence."}, {"quote": "\u2018You don\u2019t think anything can have happened \u2014 any accident?", "context": "\u2018Good-night,\u2019 replied the tired voice, and he went away sorrowing.\n\nWhat was his life worth without her? Absolutely nothing. He had chosen to make this one delight, this one love, the all-in-all of existence.\n\nHe went down into the garden with a moody dejected air and joined Lina, who was sitting in a spot where the view of the valley below and the height above was loveliest; but Lina was scarcely more cheerful than Edgar. She was beginning to feel seriously uneasy at Gerald\u2019s absence.\n\n\u2018You don\u2019t think anything can have happened \u2014 any accident?\u2019 she asked falteringly.\n\n\u2018Do you mean that he can have tumbled off a precipice? Hardly likely. A man who has climbed Mont Blanc and the Jungfrau would scarcely come to grief hereabouts. I think the worst that has befallen him is to have lost his dinner.\u2019\n\nThey sat in the garden till the valley and lake below were folded in darkness, and the moon was climbing high above the dark fir trees and the gray peak, and then Lina\u2019s heart was lightened by the sound of a sympathetic tenor voice, whose every tone she knew, singing La Donna e mobile, in notes that floated nearer and nearer as the singer came up the grassy slope below the garden. She went to meet him."}, {"quote": "\u2018Do you mean that he can have tumbled off a precipice? Hardly likely. A man who has climbed Mont Blanc and the Jungfrau would scarcely come to grief hereabouts. I think the worst that has befallen him is to have lost his dinner.\u2019", "context": "What was his life worth without her? Absolutely nothing. He had chosen to make this one delight, this one love, the all-in-all of existence.\n\nHe went down into the garden with a moody dejected air and joined Lina, who was sitting in a spot where the view of the valley below and the height above was loveliest; but Lina was scarcely more cheerful than Edgar. She was beginning to feel seriously uneasy at Gerald\u2019s absence.\n\n\u2018You don\u2019t think anything can have happened \u2014 any accident?\u2019 she asked falteringly.\n\n\u2018Do you mean that he can have tumbled off a precipice? Hardly likely. A man who has climbed Mont Blanc and the Jungfrau would scarcely come to grief hereabouts. I think the worst that has befallen him is to have lost his dinner.\u2019\n\nThey sat in the garden till the valley and lake below were folded in darkness, and the moon was climbing high above the dark fir trees and the gray peak, and then Lina\u2019s heart was lightened by the sound of a sympathetic tenor voice, whose every tone she knew, singing La Donna e mobile, in notes that floated nearer and nearer as the singer came up the grassy slope below the garden. She went to meet him.\n\n\u2018My dear Gerald, I have been miserable about you.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018My dear Gerald, I have been miserable about you.\u2019", "context": "\u2018Do you mean that he can have tumbled off a precipice? Hardly likely. A man who has climbed Mont Blanc and the Jungfrau would scarcely come to grief hereabouts. I think the worst that has befallen him is to have lost his dinner.\u2019\n\nThey sat in the garden till the valley and lake below were folded in darkness, and the moon was climbing high above the dark fir trees and the gray peak, and then Lina\u2019s heart was lightened by the sound of a sympathetic tenor voice, whose every tone she knew, singing La Donna e mobile, in notes that floated nearer and nearer as the singer came up the grassy slope below the garden. She went to meet him.\n\n\u2018My dear Gerald, I have been miserable about you.\u2019\n\n\u2018Because I didn\u2019t appear at dinner? Forgive me, dearest. The heat gave me a racking headache, and I thought a tremendous walk was the only way to cure it. I have been down to Montreux, and seen your father, who is pining for your return. He looked quite scared when I dashed into the garden where he was reading his paper on the terrace by the lake. I was not ten minutes at Montreux altogether.\u2019\n\n\u2018Dear father! It was very good of you to go and see him.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Because I didn\u2019t appear at dinner? Forgive me, dearest. The heat gave me a racking headache, and I thought a tremendous walk was the only way to cure it. I have been down to Montreux, and seen your father, who is pining for your return. He looked quite scared when I dashed into the garden where he was reading his paper on the terrace by the lake. I was not ten minutes at Montreux altogether.\u2019", "context": "They sat in the garden till the valley and lake below were folded in darkness, and the moon was climbing high above the dark fir trees and the gray peak, and then Lina\u2019s heart was lightened by the sound of a sympathetic tenor voice, whose every tone she knew, singing La Donna e mobile, in notes that floated nearer and nearer as the singer came up the grassy slope below the garden. She went to meet him.\n\n\u2018My dear Gerald, I have been miserable about you.\u2019\n\n\u2018Because I didn\u2019t appear at dinner? Forgive me, dearest. The heat gave me a racking headache, and I thought a tremendous walk was the only way to cure it. I have been down to Montreux, and seen your father, who is pining for your return. He looked quite scared when I dashed into the garden where he was reading his paper on the terrace by the lake. I was not ten minutes at Montreux altogether.\u2019\n\n\u2018Dear father! It was very good of you to go and see him.\u2019\n\n\u2018It was only a peep. I\u2019m sorry you felt fidgety about me.\u2019\n\n\u2018I am sorry you had a headache. It seems an epidemic. Daphne was not able to appear at dinner for the same reason.\u2019\n\n\u2018Poor little Daphne!\u2019\n\n* * * * *\n\nThey were to start upon their return journey early next morning, so as to reach Montreux before the tropical heat of afternoon. They all breakfasted together in Madoline\u2019s sitting-room between six and seven, Aunt Rhoda, who was a great advocate of early rising, looking much the sleepiest of the party. Daphne was pale and spiritless, but as she declared herself perfectly well nobody could say anything to her."}, {"quote": "\u2018Dear father! It was very good of you to go and see him.\u2019", "context": "\u2018My dear Gerald, I have been miserable about you.\u2019\n\n\u2018Because I didn\u2019t appear at dinner? Forgive me, dearest. The heat gave me a racking headache, and I thought a tremendous walk was the only way to cure it. I have been down to Montreux, and seen your father, who is pining for your return. He looked quite scared when I dashed into the garden where he was reading his paper on the terrace by the lake. I was not ten minutes at Montreux altogether.\u2019\n\n\u2018Dear father! It was very good of you to go and see him.\u2019\n\n\u2018It was only a peep. I\u2019m sorry you felt fidgety about me.\u2019\n\n\u2018I am sorry you had a headache. It seems an epidemic. Daphne was not able to appear at dinner for the same reason.\u2019\n\n\u2018Poor little Daphne!\u2019\n\n* * * * *\n\nThey were to start upon their return journey early next morning, so as to reach Montreux before the tropical heat of afternoon. They all breakfasted together in Madoline\u2019s sitting-room between six and seven, Aunt Rhoda, who was a great advocate of early rising, looking much the sleepiest of the party. Daphne was pale and spiritless, but as she declared herself perfectly well nobody could say anything to her."}, {"quote": "\u2018It was only a peep. I\u2019", "context": "\u2018Because I didn\u2019t appear at dinner? Forgive me, dearest. The heat gave me a racking headache, and I thought a tremendous walk was the only way to cure it. I have been down to Montreux, and seen your father, who is pining for your return. He looked quite scared when I dashed into the garden where he was reading his paper on the terrace by the lake. I was not ten minutes at Montreux altogether.\u2019\n\n\u2018Dear father! It was very good of you to go and see him.\u2019\n\n\u2018It was only a peep. I\u2019m sorry you felt fidgety about me.\u2019\n\n\u2018I am sorry you had a headache. It seems an epidemic. Daphne was not able to appear at dinner for the same reason.\u2019\n\n\u2018Poor little Daphne!\u2019\n\n* * * * *\n\nThey were to start upon their return journey early next morning, so as to reach Montreux before the tropical heat of afternoon. They all breakfasted together in Madoline\u2019s sitting-room between six and seven, Aunt Rhoda, who was a great advocate of early rising, looking much the sleepiest of the party. Daphne was pale and spiritless, but as she declared herself perfectly well nobody could say anything to her."}, {"quote": "\u2018I am sorry you had a headache. It seems an epidemic. Daphne was not able to appear at dinner for the same reason.\u2019", "context": "\u2018Because I didn\u2019t appear at dinner? Forgive me, dearest. The heat gave me a racking headache, and I thought a tremendous walk was the only way to cure it. I have been down to Montreux, and seen your father, who is pining for your return. He looked quite scared when I dashed into the garden where he was reading his paper on the terrace by the lake. I was not ten minutes at Montreux altogether.\u2019\n\n\u2018Dear father! It was very good of you to go and see him.\u2019\n\n\u2018It was only a peep. I\u2019m sorry you felt fidgety about me.\u2019\n\n\u2018I am sorry you had a headache. It seems an epidemic. Daphne was not able to appear at dinner for the same reason.\u2019\n\n\u2018Poor little Daphne!\u2019\n\n* * * * *\n\nThey were to start upon their return journey early next morning, so as to reach Montreux before the tropical heat of afternoon. They all breakfasted together in Madoline\u2019s sitting-room between six and seven, Aunt Rhoda, who was a great advocate of early rising, looking much the sleepiest of the party. Daphne was pale and spiritless, but as she declared herself perfectly well nobody could say anything to her.\n\nThey started at seven o\u2019clock. There were two carriages; a roomy landau, and a vehicle of composite shape and long service for Mowser and the luggage. Daphne at once declared her intention of walking."}, {"quote": "\u2018Poor little Daphne!\u2019", "context": "\u2018Because I didn\u2019t appear at dinner? Forgive me, dearest. The heat gave me a racking headache, and I thought a tremendous walk was the only way to cure it. I have been down to Montreux, and seen your father, who is pining for your return. He looked quite scared when I dashed into the garden where he was reading his paper on the terrace by the lake. I was not ten minutes at Montreux altogether.\u2019\n\n\u2018Dear father! It was very good of you to go and see him.\u2019\n\n\u2018It was only a peep. I\u2019m sorry you felt fidgety about me.\u2019\n\n\u2018I am sorry you had a headache. It seems an epidemic. Daphne was not able to appear at dinner for the same reason.\u2019\n\n\u2018Poor little Daphne!\u2019\n\n* * * * *\n\nThey were to start upon their return journey early next morning, so as to reach Montreux before the tropical heat of afternoon. They all breakfasted together in Madoline\u2019s sitting-room between six and seven, Aunt Rhoda, who was a great advocate of early rising, looking much the sleepiest of the party. Daphne was pale and spiritless, but as she declared herself perfectly well nobody could say anything to her.\n\nThey started at seven o\u2019clock. There were two carriages; a roomy landau, and a vehicle of composite shape and long service for Mowser and the luggage. Daphne at once declared her intention of walking."}, {"quote": "\u2018The walk downhill through fields and orchards and vineyards", "context": "They were to start upon their return journey early next morning, so as to reach Montreux before the tropical heat of afternoon. They all breakfasted together in Madoline\u2019s sitting-room between six and seven, Aunt Rhoda, who was a great advocate of early rising, looking much the sleepiest of the party. Daphne was pale and spiritless, but as she declared herself perfectly well nobody could say anything to her.\n\nThey started at seven o\u2019clock. There were two carriages; a roomy landau, and a vehicle of composite shape and long service for Mowser and the luggage. Daphne at once declared her intention of walking.\n\n\u2018The walk downhill through fields and orchards and vineyards\u2019 will be lovely,\u2019 she said.\n\n\u2018Delicious,\u2019 exclaimed Edgar; \u2018but don\u2019t you think it is rather too far for a walk?\u2019\n\n\u2018Are you too lazy to walk with me?\u2019\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t think you need insult me by such a question.\u2019 On which Daphne set out without another word, waving her hand lightly to Madoline as she vanished at a turn in the road.\n\nGerald Goring handed the two ladies to their seats in the landau, and took his place facing them. He had a listless worn-out look, as if his pedestrianism last night had exhausted him."}, {"quote": "\u2018but don\u2019t you think it is rather too far for a walk?\u2019", "context": "They were to start upon their return journey early next morning, so as to reach Montreux before the tropical heat of afternoon. They all breakfasted together in Madoline\u2019s sitting-room between six and seven, Aunt Rhoda, who was a great advocate of early rising, looking much the sleepiest of the party. Daphne was pale and spiritless, but as she declared herself perfectly well nobody could say anything to her.\n\nThey started at seven o\u2019clock. There were two carriages; a roomy landau, and a vehicle of composite shape and long service for Mowser and the luggage. Daphne at once declared her intention of walking.\n\n\u2018The walk downhill through fields and orchards and vineyards\u2019 will be lovely,\u2019 she said.\n\n\u2018Delicious,\u2019 exclaimed Edgar; \u2018but don\u2019t you think it is rather too far for a walk?\u2019\n\n\u2018Are you too lazy to walk with me?\u2019\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t think you need insult me by such a question.\u2019 On which Daphne set out without another word, waving her hand lightly to Madoline as she vanished at a turn in the road.\n\nGerald Goring handed the two ladies to their seats in the landau, and took his place facing them. He had a listless worn-out look, as if his pedestrianism last night had exhausted him.\n\n\u2018You are not looking well, Gerald"}, {"quote": "\u2018Are you too lazy to walk with me?\u2019", "context": "They were to start upon their return journey early next morning, so as to reach Montreux before the tropical heat of afternoon. They all breakfasted together in Madoline\u2019s sitting-room between six and seven, Aunt Rhoda, who was a great advocate of early rising, looking much the sleepiest of the party. Daphne was pale and spiritless, but as she declared herself perfectly well nobody could say anything to her.\n\nThey started at seven o\u2019clock. There were two carriages; a roomy landau, and a vehicle of composite shape and long service for Mowser and the luggage. Daphne at once declared her intention of walking.\n\n\u2018The walk downhill through fields and orchards and vineyards\u2019 will be lovely,\u2019 she said.\n\n\u2018Delicious,\u2019 exclaimed Edgar; \u2018but don\u2019t you think it is rather too far for a walk?\u2019\n\n\u2018Are you too lazy to walk with me?\u2019\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t think you need insult me by such a question.\u2019 On which Daphne set out without another word, waving her hand lightly to Madoline as she vanished at a turn in the road.\n\nGerald Goring handed the two ladies to their seats in the landau, and took his place facing them. He had a listless worn-out look, as if his pedestrianism last night had exhausted him.\n\n\u2018You are not looking well, Gerald,\u2019 Lina said anxiously, disturbed at seeing his haggard countenance in the clear morning light."}, {"quote": "\u2018I don\u2019t think you need insult me by such a question.", "context": "They started at seven o\u2019clock. There were two carriages; a roomy landau, and a vehicle of composite shape and long service for Mowser and the luggage. Daphne at once declared her intention of walking.\n\n\u2018The walk downhill through fields and orchards and vineyards\u2019 will be lovely,\u2019 she said.\n\n\u2018Delicious,\u2019 exclaimed Edgar; \u2018but don\u2019t you think it is rather too far for a walk?\u2019\n\n\u2018Are you too lazy to walk with me?\u2019\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t think you need insult me by such a question.\u2019 On which Daphne set out without another word, waving her hand lightly to Madoline as she vanished at a turn in the road.\n\nGerald Goring handed the two ladies to their seats in the landau, and took his place facing them. He had a listless worn-out look, as if his pedestrianism last night had exhausted him.\n\n\u2018You are not looking well, Gerald,\u2019 Lina said anxiously, disturbed at seeing his haggard countenance in the clear morning light."}, {"quote": "\u2018You are not looking well, Gerald,", "context": "\u2018but don\u2019t you think it is rather too far for a walk?\u2019\n\n\u2018Are you too lazy to walk with me?\u2019\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t think you need insult me by such a question.\u2019 On which Daphne set out without another word, waving her hand lightly to Madoline as she vanished at a turn in the road.\n\nGerald Goring handed the two ladies to their seats in the landau, and took his place facing them. He had a listless worn-out look, as if his pedestrianism last night had exhausted him.\n\n\u2018You are not looking well, Gerald,\u2019 Lina said anxiously, disturbed at seeing his haggard countenance in the clear morning light.\n\n\u2018My dearest, who could possibly look well in such a languid atmosphere as this? We are in a vaporous basin, shut in by a circle of hills. Down at Montreux it is like being at the bottom of a gigantic forcing-pit; here, though we fancy ourselves ever so high, we are only on the side of the incline. The wall still rises above us. At this season we ought to be at Davos or Pontresina.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018My dearest, who could possibly look well in such a languid atmosphere as this? We are in a vaporous basin, shut in by a circle of hills. Down at Montreux it is like being at the bottom of a gigantic forcing-pit; here, though we fancy ourselves ever so high, we are only on the side of the incline. The wall still rises above us. At this season we ought to be at Davos or Pontresina.\u2019", "context": "\u2019 On which Daphne set out without another word, waving her hand lightly to Madoline as she vanished at a turn in the road.\n\nGerald Goring handed the two ladies to their seats in the landau, and took his place facing them. He had a listless worn-out look, as if his pedestrianism last night had exhausted him.\n\n\u2018You are not looking well, Gerald,\u2019 Lina said anxiously, disturbed at seeing his haggard countenance in the clear morning light.\n\n\u2018My dearest, who could possibly look well in such a languid atmosphere as this? We are in a vaporous basin, shut in by a circle of hills. Down at Montreux it is like being at the bottom of a gigantic forcing-pit; here, though we fancy ourselves ever so high, we are only on the side of the incline. The wall still rises above us. At this season we ought to be at Davos or Pontresina.\u2019\n\n\u2018Those are the only places people go to nowadays,\u2019 said Mrs. Ferrers discontentedly. \u2018I shall be almost ashamed to tell my friends where I have been. All the people one meets in society go to the Engadine.\u2019\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t think that idea need spoil our enjoyment of this lovely scenery,\u2019 said Madoline. \u2018Look at Daphne and Mr. Turchill, what a way they are below us!\u2019\n\nShe pointed with her sunshade to a glancing white figure among the chestnut groves below. Edgar and Daphne had descended by those steep straight paths which made so little of the distance, while the horses were travelling quietly along the gentle windings of the road. It was a lovely drive to Montreux, the town and its adjacent villages looking like a child\u2019s toys set out upon a green table; the castle of Chillon distinctly seen at every turn of the road; the hillsides shaded by Spanish chestnuts, big and old; verdant slopes mounting up and up towards a blue heaven. They passed the little post and telegraph office at Glion, a wooden hut, baked through and through with the sun, like an oven; the hotel where the children were at play in the garden, and a few early-rising adults strolled about rather listlessly, waiting for breakfast; and then down by the ever-winding road, past many a trickling waterfall; sometimes a mere cleft in the rock, sometimes a stony recess in a low wall, fringed with ferns, where the water drops perpetually into the basin below, and so by wooded slopes descending steeply to the sapphire lake, past the parish church, picturesquely situated on the hillside, and by many a public pump with a double spout, and tanks where the women were washing linen or vegetables under an open roof. Some kind of industry was going on at all these public fountains; or at least there was a group of children dabbling in the water."}, {"quote": "\u2018Those are the only places people go to nowadays,", "context": "\u2019 Lina said anxiously, disturbed at seeing his haggard countenance in the clear morning light.\n\n\u2018My dearest, who could possibly look well in such a languid atmosphere as this? We are in a vaporous basin, shut in by a circle of hills. Down at Montreux it is like being at the bottom of a gigantic forcing-pit; here, though we fancy ourselves ever so high, we are only on the side of the incline. The wall still rises above us. At this season we ought to be at Davos or Pontresina.\u2019\n\n\u2018Those are the only places people go to nowadays,\u2019 said Mrs. Ferrers discontentedly. \u2018I shall be almost ashamed to tell my friends where I have been. All the people one meets in society go to the Engadine.\u2019\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t think that idea need spoil our enjoyment of this lovely scenery,\u2019 said Madoline. \u2018Look at Daphne and Mr. Turchill, what a way they are below us!\u2019\n\nShe pointed with her sunshade to a glancing white figure among the chestnut groves below. Edgar and Daphne had descended by those steep straight paths which made so little of the distance, while the horses were travelling quietly along the gentle windings of the road. It was a lovely drive to Montreux, the town and its adjacent villages looking like a child\u2019s toys set out upon a green table; the castle of Chillon distinctly seen at every turn of the road; the hillsides shaded by Spanish chestnuts, big and old; verdant slopes mounting up and up towards a blue heaven. They passed the little post and telegraph office at Glion, a wooden hut, baked through and through with the sun, like an oven; the hotel where the children were at play in the garden, and a few early-rising adults strolled about rather listlessly, waiting for breakfast; and then down by the ever-winding road, past many a trickling waterfall; sometimes a mere cleft in the rock, sometimes a stony recess in a low wall, fringed with ferns, where the water drops perpetually into the basin below, and so by wooded slopes descending steeply to the sapphire lake, past the parish church, picturesquely situated on the hillside, and by many a public pump with a double spout, and tanks where the women were washing linen or vegetables under an open roof. Some kind of industry was going on at all these public fountains; or at least there was a group of children dabbling in the water."}, {"quote": "\u2018I shall be almost ashamed to tell my friends where I have been. All the people one meets in society go to the Engadine.\u2019", "context": "\u2018My dearest, who could possibly look well in such a languid atmosphere as this? We are in a vaporous basin, shut in by a circle of hills. Down at Montreux it is like being at the bottom of a gigantic forcing-pit; here, though we fancy ourselves ever so high, we are only on the side of the incline. The wall still rises above us. At this season we ought to be at Davos or Pontresina.\u2019\n\n\u2018Those are the only places people go to nowadays,\u2019 said Mrs. Ferrers discontentedly. \u2018I shall be almost ashamed to tell my friends where I have been. All the people one meets in society go to the Engadine.\u2019\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t think that idea need spoil our enjoyment of this lovely scenery,\u2019 said Madoline. \u2018Look at Daphne and Mr. Turchill, what a way they are below us!\u2019\n\nShe pointed with her sunshade to a glancing white figure among the chestnut groves below. Edgar and Daphne had descended by those steep straight paths which made so little of the distance, while the horses were travelling quietly along the gentle windings of the road. It was a lovely drive to Montreux, the town and its adjacent villages looking like a child\u2019s toys set out upon a green table; the castle of Chillon distinctly seen at every turn of the road; the hillsides shaded by Spanish chestnuts, big and old; verdant slopes mounting up and up towards a blue heaven. They passed the little post and telegraph office at Glion, a wooden hut, baked through and through with the sun, like an oven; the hotel where the children were at play in the garden, and a few early-rising adults strolled about rather listlessly, waiting for breakfast; and then down by the ever-winding road, past many a trickling waterfall; sometimes a mere cleft in the rock, sometimes a stony recess in a low wall, fringed with ferns, where the water drops perpetually into the basin below, and so by wooded slopes descending steeply to the sapphire lake, past the parish church, picturesquely situated on the hillside, and by many a public pump with a double spout, and tanks where the women were washing linen or vegetables under an open roof. Some kind of industry was going on at all these public fountains; or at least there was a group of children dabbling in the water."}, {"quote": "\u2018I don\u2019t think that idea need spoil our enjoyment of this lovely scenery,", "context": "\u2018My dearest, who could possibly look well in such a languid atmosphere as this? We are in a vaporous basin, shut in by a circle of hills. Down at Montreux it is like being at the bottom of a gigantic forcing-pit; here, though we fancy ourselves ever so high, we are only on the side of the incline. The wall still rises above us. At this season we ought to be at Davos or Pontresina.\u2019\n\n\u2018Those are the only places people go to nowadays,\u2019 said Mrs. Ferrers discontentedly. \u2018I shall be almost ashamed to tell my friends where I have been. All the people one meets in society go to the Engadine.\u2019\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t think that idea need spoil our enjoyment of this lovely scenery,\u2019 said Madoline. \u2018Look at Daphne and Mr. Turchill, what a way they are below us!\u2019\n\nShe pointed with her sunshade to a glancing white figure among the chestnut groves below. Edgar and Daphne had descended by those steep straight paths which made so little of the distance, while the horses were travelling quietly along the gentle windings of the road. It was a lovely drive to Montreux, the town and its adjacent villages looking like a child\u2019s toys set out upon a green table; the castle of Chillon distinctly seen at every turn of the road; the hillsides shaded by Spanish chestnuts, big and old; verdant slopes mounting up and up towards a blue heaven. They passed the little post and telegraph office at Glion, a wooden hut, baked through and through with the sun, like an oven; the hotel where the children were at play in the garden, and a few early-rising adults strolled about rather listlessly, waiting for breakfast; and then down by the ever-winding road, past many a trickling waterfall; sometimes a mere cleft in the rock, sometimes a stony recess in a low wall, fringed with ferns, where the water drops perpetually into the basin below, and so by wooded slopes descending steeply to the sapphire lake, past the parish church, picturesquely situated on the hillside, and by many a public pump with a double spout, and tanks where the women were washing linen or vegetables under an open roof. Some kind of industry was going on at all these public fountains; or at least there was a group of children dabbling in the water."}, {"quote": "\u2018Look at Daphne and Mr. Turchill, what a way they are below us!\u2019", "context": "\u2018My dearest, who could possibly look well in such a languid atmosphere as this? We are in a vaporous basin, shut in by a circle of hills. Down at Montreux it is like being at the bottom of a gigantic forcing-pit; here, though we fancy ourselves ever so high, we are only on the side of the incline. The wall still rises above us. At this season we ought to be at Davos or Pontresina.\u2019\n\n\u2018Those are the only places people go to nowadays,\u2019 said Mrs. Ferrers discontentedly. \u2018I shall be almost ashamed to tell my friends where I have been. All the people one meets in society go to the Engadine.\u2019\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t think that idea need spoil our enjoyment of this lovely scenery,\u2019 said Madoline. \u2018Look at Daphne and Mr. Turchill, what a way they are below us!\u2019\n\nShe pointed with her sunshade to a glancing white figure among the chestnut groves below. Edgar and Daphne had descended by those steep straight paths which made so little of the distance, while the horses were travelling quietly along the gentle windings of the road. It was a lovely drive to Montreux, the town and its adjacent villages looking like a child\u2019s toys set out upon a green table; the castle of Chillon distinctly seen at every turn of the road; the hillsides shaded by Spanish chestnuts, big and old; verdant slopes mounting up and up towards a blue heaven. They passed the little post and telegraph office at Glion, a wooden hut, baked through and through with the sun, like an oven; the hotel where the children were at play in the garden, and a few early-rising adults strolled about rather listlessly, waiting for breakfast; and then down by the ever-winding road, past many a trickling waterfall; sometimes a mere cleft in the rock, sometimes a stony recess in a low wall, fringed with ferns, where the water drops perpetually into the basin below, and so by wooded slopes descending steeply to the sapphire lake, past the parish church, picturesquely situated on the hillside, and by many a public pump with a double spout, and tanks where the women were washing linen or vegetables under an open roof. Some kind of industry was going on at all these public fountains; or at least there was a group of children dabbling in the water."}, {"quote": "\u2018That is just like Daphne,", "context": "She pointed with her sunshade to a glancing white figure among the chestnut groves below. Edgar and Daphne had descended by those steep straight paths which made so little of the distance, while the horses were travelling quietly along the gentle windings of the road. It was a lovely drive to Montreux, the town and its adjacent villages looking like a child\u2019s toys set out upon a green table; the castle of Chillon distinctly seen at every turn of the road; the hillsides shaded by Spanish chestnuts, big and old; verdant slopes mounting up and up towards a blue heaven. They passed the little post and telegraph office at Glion, a wooden hut, baked through and through with the sun, like an oven; the hotel where the children were at play in the garden, and a few early-rising adults strolled about rather listlessly, waiting for breakfast; and then down by the ever-winding road, past many a trickling waterfall; sometimes a mere cleft in the rock, sometimes a stony recess in a low wall, fringed with ferns, where the water drops perpetually into the basin below, and so by wooded slopes descending steeply to the sapphire lake, past the parish church, picturesquely situated on the hillside, and by many a public pump with a double spout, and tanks where the women were washing linen or vegetables under an open roof. Some kind of industry was going on at all these public fountains; or at least there was a group of children dabbling in the water.\n\nThey were at Montreux before ten o\u2019clock; Sir Vernon delighted to have his elder daughter back again, and even inquiring civilly about Daphne, who had not yet arrived, despite the tremendous spurt she and Edgar had begun with.\n\n\u2018That is just like Daphne,\u2019 said her father, when he was told how she had insisted on walking all the way. \u2018She is always beginning something tremendous and never finishing it. I daresay we shall have Turchill down here presently in search of a carriage to bring her the second half of the way.\u2019\n\n\u2018Yesterday she gave herself a headache by roaming about the hills,\u2019 said Aunt Rhoda; \u2018she has not a particle of discretion.\u2019\n\n\u2018Do you expect her to be full of wisdom at eighteen, Auntie"}, {"quote": "\u2018She is always beginning something tremendous and never finishing it. I daresay we shall have Turchill down here presently in search of a carriage to bring her the second half of the way.\u2019", "context": "She pointed with her sunshade to a glancing white figure among the chestnut groves below. Edgar and Daphne had descended by those steep straight paths which made so little of the distance, while the horses were travelling quietly along the gentle windings of the road. It was a lovely drive to Montreux, the town and its adjacent villages looking like a child\u2019s toys set out upon a green table; the castle of Chillon distinctly seen at every turn of the road; the hillsides shaded by Spanish chestnuts, big and old; verdant slopes mounting up and up towards a blue heaven. They passed the little post and telegraph office at Glion, a wooden hut, baked through and through with the sun, like an oven; the hotel where the children were at play in the garden, and a few early-rising adults strolled about rather listlessly, waiting for breakfast; and then down by the ever-winding road, past many a trickling waterfall; sometimes a mere cleft in the rock, sometimes a stony recess in a low wall, fringed with ferns, where the water drops perpetually into the basin below, and so by wooded slopes descending steeply to the sapphire lake, past the parish church, picturesquely situated on the hillside, and by many a public pump with a double spout, and tanks where the women were washing linen or vegetables under an open roof. Some kind of industry was going on at all these public fountains; or at least there was a group of children dabbling in the water.\n\nThey were at Montreux before ten o\u2019clock; Sir Vernon delighted to have his elder daughter back again, and even inquiring civilly about Daphne, who had not yet arrived, despite the tremendous spurt she and Edgar had begun with.\n\n\u2018That is just like Daphne,\u2019 said her father, when he was told how she had insisted on walking all the way. \u2018She is always beginning something tremendous and never finishing it. I daresay we shall have Turchill down here presently in search of a carriage to bring her the second half of the way.\u2019\n\n\u2018Yesterday she gave herself a headache by roaming about the hills,\u2019 said Aunt Rhoda; \u2018she has not a particle of discretion.\u2019\n\n\u2018Do you expect her to be full of wisdom at eighteen, Auntie?\u2019 asked Madoline deprecatingly.\n\n\u2018I can only say, my dear, that at eighteen I was not a fool,\u2019 replied Mrs. Ferrers sourly; and Lina did not argue the question further, knowing but too well how her aunt was affected towards Daphne."}, {"quote": "\u2018Yesterday she gave herself a headache by roaming about the hills,", "context": "They were at Montreux before ten o\u2019clock; Sir Vernon delighted to have his elder daughter back again, and even inquiring civilly about Daphne, who had not yet arrived, despite the tremendous spurt she and Edgar had begun with.\n\n\u2018That is just like Daphne,\u2019 said her father, when he was told how she had insisted on walking all the way. \u2018She is always beginning something tremendous and never finishing it. I daresay we shall have Turchill down here presently in search of a carriage to bring her the second half of the way.\u2019\n\n\u2018Yesterday she gave herself a headache by roaming about the hills,\u2019 said Aunt Rhoda; \u2018she has not a particle of discretion.\u2019\n\n\u2018Do you expect her to be full of wisdom at eighteen, Auntie?\u2019 asked Madoline deprecatingly.\n\n\u2018I can only say, my dear, that at eighteen I was not a fool,\u2019 replied Mrs. Ferrers sourly; and Lina did not argue the question further, knowing but too well how her aunt was affected towards Daphne.\n\nThe pedestrians made their appearance five minutes later, none the worse for their long walk through fields and vineyards, and across cottage-gardens and orchards, a walk full of interest and diversity. Daphne, flushed with exercise, looked ever so much better than she had looked at breakfast, where she had been without appetite even for her beloved rolls and honey."}, {"quote": "\u2018she has not a particle of discretion.\u2019", "context": "They were at Montreux before ten o\u2019clock; Sir Vernon delighted to have his elder daughter back again, and even inquiring civilly about Daphne, who had not yet arrived, despite the tremendous spurt she and Edgar had begun with.\n\n\u2018That is just like Daphne,\u2019 said her father, when he was told how she had insisted on walking all the way. \u2018She is always beginning something tremendous and never finishing it. I daresay we shall have Turchill down here presently in search of a carriage to bring her the second half of the way.\u2019\n\n\u2018Yesterday she gave herself a headache by roaming about the hills,\u2019 said Aunt Rhoda; \u2018she has not a particle of discretion.\u2019\n\n\u2018Do you expect her to be full of wisdom at eighteen, Auntie?\u2019 asked Madoline deprecatingly.\n\n\u2018I can only say, my dear, that at eighteen I was not a fool,\u2019 replied Mrs. Ferrers sourly; and Lina did not argue the question further, knowing but too well how her aunt was affected towards Daphne.\n\nThe pedestrians made their appearance five minutes later, none the worse for their long walk through fields and vineyards, and across cottage-gardens and orchards, a walk full of interest and diversity. Daphne, flushed with exercise, looked ever so much better than she had looked at breakfast, where she had been without appetite even for her beloved rolls and honey."}, {"quote": "\u2018Do you expect her to be full of wisdom at eighteen, Auntie?", "context": "They were at Montreux before ten o\u2019clock; Sir Vernon delighted to have his elder daughter back again, and even inquiring civilly about Daphne, who had not yet arrived, despite the tremendous spurt she and Edgar had begun with.\n\n\u2018That is just like Daphne,\u2019 said her father, when he was told how she had insisted on walking all the way. \u2018She is always beginning something tremendous and never finishing it. I daresay we shall have Turchill down here presently in search of a carriage to bring her the second half of the way.\u2019\n\n\u2018Yesterday she gave herself a headache by roaming about the hills,\u2019 said Aunt Rhoda; \u2018she has not a particle of discretion.\u2019\n\n\u2018Do you expect her to be full of wisdom at eighteen, Auntie?\u2019 asked Madoline deprecatingly.\n\n\u2018I can only say, my dear, that at eighteen I was not a fool,\u2019 replied Mrs. Ferrers sourly; and Lina did not argue the question further, knowing but too well how her aunt was affected towards Daphne.\n\nThe pedestrians made their appearance five minutes later, none the worse for their long walk through fields and vineyards, and across cottage-gardens and orchards, a walk full of interest and diversity. Daphne, flushed with exercise, looked ever so much better than she had looked at breakfast, where she had been without appetite even for her beloved rolls and honey."}, {"quote": "\u2018I can only say, my dear, that at eighteen I was not a fool,", "context": "\u2019 said her father, when he was told how she had insisted on walking all the way. \u2018She is always beginning something tremendous and never finishing it. I daresay we shall have Turchill down here presently in search of a carriage to bring her the second half of the way.\u2019\n\n\u2018Yesterday she gave herself a headache by roaming about the hills,\u2019 said Aunt Rhoda; \u2018she has not a particle of discretion.\u2019\n\n\u2018Do you expect her to be full of wisdom at eighteen, Auntie?\u2019 asked Madoline deprecatingly.\n\n\u2018I can only say, my dear, that at eighteen I was not a fool,\u2019 replied Mrs. Ferrers sourly; and Lina did not argue the question further, knowing but too well how her aunt was affected towards Daphne.\n\nThe pedestrians made their appearance five minutes later, none the worse for their long walk through fields and vineyards, and across cottage-gardens and orchards, a walk full of interest and diversity. Daphne, flushed with exercise, looked ever so much better than she had looked at breakfast, where she had been without appetite even for her beloved rolls and honey."}, {"quote": "\u2018I have a little business to arrange in Geneva,", "context": "\u2019 replied Mrs. Ferrers sourly; and Lina did not argue the question further, knowing but too well how her aunt was affected towards Daphne.\n\nThe pedestrians made their appearance five minutes later, none the worse for their long walk through fields and vineyards, and across cottage-gardens and orchards, a walk full of interest and diversity. Daphne, flushed with exercise, looked ever so much better than she had looked at breakfast, where she had been without appetite even for her beloved rolls and honey.\n\n\u2018I have a little business to arrange in Geneva,\u2019 said Gerald, while they were all sitting about the airy drawing-room in a purposeless way, before settling down into their old quarters and old habits. \u2018I think I shall take the train, as the quicker way, and then I can be back to dinner.\u2019\n\nMadoline looked surprised.\n\n\u2018Have you anything very important to do in Geneva?\u2019 she asked; \u2018you never said anything about it before.\u2019\n\n\u2018No; it is a necessity which has arisen quite lately. I\u2019ll tell you all about it \u2014 afterwards. Good-bye till dinner-time. You must be tired after your morning drive, and you won\u2019t feel inclined for much excursionising to-day.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018I think I shall take the train, as the quicker way, and then I can be back to dinner.\u2019", "context": "The pedestrians made their appearance five minutes later, none the worse for their long walk through fields and vineyards, and across cottage-gardens and orchards, a walk full of interest and diversity. Daphne, flushed with exercise, looked ever so much better than she had looked at breakfast, where she had been without appetite even for her beloved rolls and honey.\n\n\u2018I have a little business to arrange in Geneva,\u2019 said Gerald, while they were all sitting about the airy drawing-room in a purposeless way, before settling down into their old quarters and old habits. \u2018I think I shall take the train, as the quicker way, and then I can be back to dinner.\u2019\n\nMadoline looked surprised.\n\n\u2018Have you anything very important to do in Geneva?\u2019 she asked; \u2018you never said anything about it before.\u2019\n\n\u2018No; it is a necessity which has arisen quite lately. I\u2019ll tell you all about it \u2014 afterwards. Good-bye till dinner-time. You must be tired after your morning drive, and you won\u2019t feel inclined for much excursionising to-day.\u2019\n\n\u2018I\u2019m afraid we\u2019ve seen everything there is to be seen within a manageable distance,\u2019 said Mrs. Ferrers, rather dolefully."}, {"quote": "\u2018Have you anything very important to do in Geneva?", "context": "The pedestrians made their appearance five minutes later, none the worse for their long walk through fields and vineyards, and across cottage-gardens and orchards, a walk full of interest and diversity. Daphne, flushed with exercise, looked ever so much better than she had looked at breakfast, where she had been without appetite even for her beloved rolls and honey.\n\n\u2018I have a little business to arrange in Geneva,\u2019 said Gerald, while they were all sitting about the airy drawing-room in a purposeless way, before settling down into their old quarters and old habits. \u2018I think I shall take the train, as the quicker way, and then I can be back to dinner.\u2019\n\nMadoline looked surprised.\n\n\u2018Have you anything very important to do in Geneva?\u2019 she asked; \u2018you never said anything about it before.\u2019\n\n\u2018No; it is a necessity which has arisen quite lately. I\u2019ll tell you all about it \u2014 afterwards. Good-bye till dinner-time. You must be tired after your morning drive, and you won\u2019t feel inclined for much excursionising to-day.\u2019\n\n\u2018I\u2019m afraid we\u2019ve seen everything there is to be seen within a manageable distance,\u2019 said Mrs. Ferrers, rather dolefully.\n\nDaphne was sitting near the door. She had dropped into a low deep chair, and sat with her straw hat in her lap, full of wild flowers which she had gathered on her way down. Gerald stooped as he passed her, and took one of the half-withered blossoms \u2014 things so fragile in their delicate beauty that they faded as soon as plucked \u2014 and put it in his breast. The act was so carelessly done that no one seeing it would have perceived any significance in it, or could have guessed that the hand which took the flower trembled with suppressed feeling, and that the heart against which it lay beat loud with passion."}, {"quote": "\u2018you never said anything about it before.\u2019", "context": "The pedestrians made their appearance five minutes later, none the worse for their long walk through fields and vineyards, and across cottage-gardens and orchards, a walk full of interest and diversity. Daphne, flushed with exercise, looked ever so much better than she had looked at breakfast, where she had been without appetite even for her beloved rolls and honey.\n\n\u2018I have a little business to arrange in Geneva,\u2019 said Gerald, while they were all sitting about the airy drawing-room in a purposeless way, before settling down into their old quarters and old habits. \u2018I think I shall take the train, as the quicker way, and then I can be back to dinner.\u2019\n\nMadoline looked surprised.\n\n\u2018Have you anything very important to do in Geneva?\u2019 she asked; \u2018you never said anything about it before.\u2019\n\n\u2018No; it is a necessity which has arisen quite lately. I\u2019ll tell you all about it \u2014 afterwards. Good-bye till dinner-time. You must be tired after your morning drive, and you won\u2019t feel inclined for much excursionising to-day.\u2019\n\n\u2018I\u2019m afraid we\u2019ve seen everything there is to be seen within a manageable distance,\u2019 said Mrs. Ferrers, rather dolefully.\n\nDaphne was sitting near the door. She had dropped into a low deep chair, and sat with her straw hat in her lap, full of wild flowers which she had gathered on her way down. Gerald stooped as he passed her, and took one of the half-withered blossoms \u2014 things so fragile in their delicate beauty that they faded as soon as plucked \u2014 and put it in his breast. The act was so carelessly done that no one seeing it would have perceived any significance in it, or could have guessed that the hand which took the flower trembled with suppressed feeling, and that the heart against which it lay beat loud with passion."}, {"quote": "\u2018No; it is a necessity which has arisen quite lately. I\u2019ll tell you all about it \u2014 afterwards. Good-bye till dinner-time. You must be tired after your morning drive, and you won\u2019t feel inclined for much excursionising to-day.\u2019", "context": "The pedestrians made their appearance five minutes later, none the worse for their long walk through fields and vineyards, and across cottage-gardens and orchards, a walk full of interest and diversity. Daphne, flushed with exercise, looked ever so much better than she had looked at breakfast, where she had been without appetite even for her beloved rolls and honey.\n\n\u2018I have a little business to arrange in Geneva,\u2019 said Gerald, while they were all sitting about the airy drawing-room in a purposeless way, before settling down into their old quarters and old habits. \u2018I think I shall take the train, as the quicker way, and then I can be back to dinner.\u2019\n\nMadoline looked surprised.\n\n\u2018Have you anything very important to do in Geneva?\u2019 she asked; \u2018you never said anything about it before.\u2019\n\n\u2018No; it is a necessity which has arisen quite lately. I\u2019ll tell you all about it \u2014 afterwards. Good-bye till dinner-time. You must be tired after your morning drive, and you won\u2019t feel inclined for much excursionising to-day.\u2019\n\n\u2018I\u2019m afraid we\u2019ve seen everything there is to be seen within a manageable distance,\u2019 said Mrs. Ferrers, rather dolefully.\n\nDaphne was sitting near the door. She had dropped into a low deep chair, and sat with her straw hat in her lap, full of wild flowers which she had gathered on her way down. Gerald stooped as he passed her, and took one of the half-withered blossoms \u2014 things so fragile in their delicate beauty that they faded as soon as plucked \u2014 and put it in his breast. The act was so carelessly done that no one seeing it would have perceived any significance in it, or could have guessed that the hand which took the flower trembled with suppressed feeling, and that the heart against which it lay beat loud with passion."}, {"quote": "\u2018I am going to make all arrangements for our marriage,", "context": "Daphne was sitting near the door. She had dropped into a low deep chair, and sat with her straw hat in her lap, full of wild flowers which she had gathered on her way down. Gerald stooped as he passed her, and took one of the half-withered blossoms \u2014 things so fragile in their delicate beauty that they faded as soon as plucked \u2014 and put it in his breast. The act was so carelessly done that no one seeing it would have perceived any significance in it, or could have guessed that the hand which took the flower trembled with suppressed feeling, and that the heart against which it lay beat loud with passion.\n\n\u2018I am going to make all arrangements for our marriage,\u2019 he said in a low voice.\n\n\u2018Good-bye,\u2019 she answered, looking straight up at him.\n\nHe was gone. Her gaze followed him slowly to the door, and lingered there; then she rose and gathered up her flowers.\n\n\u2018I think I\u2019ll go to my room and lie down,\u2019 she said to Madoline. \u2018Please don\u2019t let Edgar come worrying about me. Tell him to amuse himself without my company for once in a way.\u2019\n\n\u2018My dearest, I don\u2019t think he has any idea of amusing himself without you in Switzerland. How tired you look, my poor pet! Go and lie down and get a nice refreshing sleep after your walk. You shall not be disturbed till I come myself to bring you some tea. That will be better for you than coming down to luncheon.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018I think I\u2019ll go to my room and lie down,", "context": "Daphne was sitting near the door. She had dropped into a low deep chair, and sat with her straw hat in her lap, full of wild flowers which she had gathered on her way down. Gerald stooped as he passed her, and took one of the half-withered blossoms \u2014 things so fragile in their delicate beauty that they faded as soon as plucked \u2014 and put it in his breast. The act was so carelessly done that no one seeing it would have perceived any significance in it, or could have guessed that the hand which took the flower trembled with suppressed feeling, and that the heart against which it lay beat loud with passion.\n\n\u2018I am going to make all arrangements for our marriage,\u2019 he said in a low voice.\n\n\u2018Good-bye,\u2019 she answered, looking straight up at him.\n\nHe was gone. Her gaze followed him slowly to the door, and lingered there; then she rose and gathered up her flowers.\n\n\u2018I think I\u2019ll go to my room and lie down,\u2019 she said to Madoline. \u2018Please don\u2019t let Edgar come worrying about me. Tell him to amuse himself without my company for once in a way.\u2019\n\n\u2018My dearest, I don\u2019t think he has any idea of amusing himself without you in Switzerland. How tired you look, my poor pet! Go and lie down and get a nice refreshing sleep after your walk. You shall not be disturbed till I come myself to bring you some tea. That will be better for you than coming down to luncheon.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Please don\u2019t let Edgar come worrying about me. Tell him to amuse himself without my company for once in a way.\u2019", "context": "Daphne was sitting near the door. She had dropped into a low deep chair, and sat with her straw hat in her lap, full of wild flowers which she had gathered on her way down. Gerald stooped as he passed her, and took one of the half-withered blossoms \u2014 things so fragile in their delicate beauty that they faded as soon as plucked \u2014 and put it in his breast. The act was so carelessly done that no one seeing it would have perceived any significance in it, or could have guessed that the hand which took the flower trembled with suppressed feeling, and that the heart against which it lay beat loud with passion.\n\n\u2018I am going to make all arrangements for our marriage,\u2019 he said in a low voice.\n\n\u2018Good-bye,\u2019 she answered, looking straight up at him.\n\nHe was gone. Her gaze followed him slowly to the door, and lingered there; then she rose and gathered up her flowers.\n\n\u2018I think I\u2019ll go to my room and lie down,\u2019 she said to Madoline. \u2018Please don\u2019t let Edgar come worrying about me. Tell him to amuse himself without my company for once in a way.\u2019\n\n\u2018My dearest, I don\u2019t think he has any idea of amusing himself without you in Switzerland. How tired you look, my poor pet! Go and lie down and get a nice refreshing sleep after your walk. You shall not be disturbed till I come myself to bring you some tea. That will be better for you than coming down to luncheon.\u2019\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t feel much inclined for sleep, though I confess to being tired. I should like you to come and sit with me for a little, Lina, soon after luncheon, if you don\u2019t mind.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018My dearest, I don\u2019t think he has any idea of amusing himself without you in Switzerland. How tired you look, my poor pet! Go and lie down and get a nice refreshing sleep after your walk. You shall not be disturbed till I come myself to bring you some tea. That will be better for you than coming down to luncheon.\u2019", "context": "\u2018I am going to make all arrangements for our marriage,\u2019 he said in a low voice.\n\n\u2018Good-bye,\u2019 she answered, looking straight up at him.\n\nHe was gone. Her gaze followed him slowly to the door, and lingered there; then she rose and gathered up her flowers.\n\n\u2018I think I\u2019ll go to my room and lie down,\u2019 she said to Madoline. \u2018Please don\u2019t let Edgar come worrying about me. Tell him to amuse himself without my company for once in a way.\u2019\n\n\u2018My dearest, I don\u2019t think he has any idea of amusing himself without you in Switzerland. How tired you look, my poor pet! Go and lie down and get a nice refreshing sleep after your walk. You shall not be disturbed till I come myself to bring you some tea. That will be better for you than coming down to luncheon.\u2019\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t feel much inclined for sleep, though I confess to being tired. I should like you to come and sit with me for a little, Lina, soon after luncheon, if you don\u2019t mind.\u2019\n\n\u2018Mind! My darling, as if I were not always glad to be with you.\u2019\n\nDaphne went slowly up to her room, very slowly, with automatic steps, as one who walks in his sleep. The dark gray eyes looked straight into space, fixed and heavy with despair."}, {"quote": "\u2018I don\u2019t feel much inclined for sleep, though I confess to being tired. I should like you to come and sit with me for a little, Lina, soon after luncheon, if you don\u2019t mind.\u2019", "context": "\u2019 she said to Madoline. \u2018Please don\u2019t let Edgar come worrying about me. Tell him to amuse himself without my company for once in a way.\u2019\n\n\u2018My dearest, I don\u2019t think he has any idea of amusing himself without you in Switzerland. How tired you look, my poor pet! Go and lie down and get a nice refreshing sleep after your walk. You shall not be disturbed till I come myself to bring you some tea. That will be better for you than coming down to luncheon.\u2019\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t feel much inclined for sleep, though I confess to being tired. I should like you to come and sit with me for a little, Lina, soon after luncheon, if you don\u2019t mind.\u2019\n\n\u2018Mind! My darling, as if I were not always glad to be with you.\u2019\n\nDaphne went slowly up to her room, very slowly, with automatic steps, as one who walks in his sleep. The dark gray eyes looked straight into space, fixed and heavy with despair.\n\n\u2018He is mad, and I am mad,\u2019 she said to herself. \u2018How can it end \u2014 except \u2014 \u2014 \u2019\n\nHer room was bright and pretty, gaily furnished in that bright foreign style which studies scenic effect rather than solid comfort; French windows opening upon a balcony, shaded with a striped awning. The windows looked on to the lake, across the bright blue water to the opposite shore, with its grand and solitary hills, its villages few and far apart. Daphne stood for a long while looking dreamily at the expanse of bright water, and the bold and rugged shore beyond; at Chillon in its rocky corner; at the deep dark gorge whence the yellow Rhone comes rushing in, staining Lake Loman\u2019s azure floor. How lovely it all was \u2014 how lovely, and yet of how little account in the sum of man\u2019s destiny! All Nature\u2019s loveliness was powerless to mend one broken heart."}, {"quote": "\u2018Mind! My darling, as if I were not always glad to be with you.\u2019", "context": "\u2018My dearest, I don\u2019t think he has any idea of amusing himself without you in Switzerland. How tired you look, my poor pet! Go and lie down and get a nice refreshing sleep after your walk. You shall not be disturbed till I come myself to bring you some tea. That will be better for you than coming down to luncheon.\u2019\n\n\u2018I don\u2019t feel much inclined for sleep, though I confess to being tired. I should like you to come and sit with me for a little, Lina, soon after luncheon, if you don\u2019t mind.\u2019\n\n\u2018Mind! My darling, as if I were not always glad to be with you.\u2019\n\nDaphne went slowly up to her room, very slowly, with automatic steps, as one who walks in his sleep. The dark gray eyes looked straight into space, fixed and heavy with despair.\n\n\u2018He is mad, and I am mad,\u2019 she said to herself. \u2018How can it end \u2014 except \u2014 \u2014 \u2019\n\nHer room was bright and pretty, gaily furnished in that bright foreign style which studies scenic effect rather than solid comfort; French windows opening upon a balcony, shaded with a striped awning. The windows looked on to the lake, across the bright blue water to the opposite shore, with its grand and solitary hills, its villages few and far apart. Daphne stood for a long while looking dreamily at the expanse of bright water, and the bold and rugged shore beyond; at Chillon in its rocky corner; at the deep dark gorge whence the yellow Rhone comes rushing in, staining Lake Loman\u2019s azure floor. How lovely it all was \u2014 how lovely, and yet of how little account in the sum of man\u2019s destiny! All Nature\u2019s loveliness was powerless to mend one broken heart."}, {"quote": "\u2018He is mad, and I am mad,", "context": "\u2018I don\u2019t feel much inclined for sleep, though I confess to being tired. I should like you to come and sit with me for a little, Lina, soon after luncheon, if you don\u2019t mind.\u2019\n\n\u2018Mind! My darling, as if I were not always glad to be with you.\u2019\n\nDaphne went slowly up to her room, very slowly, with automatic steps, as one who walks in his sleep. The dark gray eyes looked straight into space, fixed and heavy with despair.\n\n\u2018He is mad, and I am mad,\u2019 she said to herself. \u2018How can it end \u2014 except \u2014 \u2014 \u2019\n\nHer room was bright and pretty, gaily furnished in that bright foreign style which studies scenic effect rather than solid comfort; French windows opening upon a balcony, shaded with a striped awning. The windows looked on to the lake, across the bright blue water to the opposite shore, with its grand and solitary hills, its villages few and far apart. Daphne stood for a long while looking dreamily at the expanse of bright water, and the bold and rugged shore beyond; at Chillon in its rocky corner; at the deep dark gorge whence the yellow Rhone comes rushing in, staining Lake Loman\u2019s azure floor. How lovely it all was \u2014 how lovely, and yet of how little account in the sum of man\u2019s destiny! All Nature\u2019s loveliness was powerless to mend one broken heart."}, {"quote": "\u2018What was it that he read on my hand that day at Fontainebleau?", "context": "Her room was bright and pretty, gaily furnished in that bright foreign style which studies scenic effect rather than solid comfort; French windows opening upon a balcony, shaded with a striped awning. The windows looked on to the lake, across the bright blue water to the opposite shore, with its grand and solitary hills, its villages few and far apart. Daphne stood for a long while looking dreamily at the expanse of bright water, and the bold and rugged shore beyond; at Chillon in its rocky corner; at the deep dark gorge whence the yellow Rhone comes rushing in, staining Lake Loman\u2019s azure floor. How lovely it all was \u2014 how lovely, and yet of how little account in the sum of man\u2019s destiny! All Nature\u2019s loveliness was powerless to mend one broken heart.\n\n\u2018What was it that he read on my hand that day at Fontainebleau?\u2019 she asked herself. \u2018Was it this? was it this?\u2019\n\nA steamer went by laden with people, a band playing a waltz tune. The world seemed full of thoughtless souls, for whom life meant only idle empty pleasures. Daphne turned away from that sunlit scene sick at heart, wishing that she were lying quietly in one of those green dells through which they had passed to-day, a leafy hollow hidden in the hillside, and that life were ebbing away without an effort."}, {"quote": "\u2018Was it this? was it this?\u2019", "context": "Her room was bright and pretty, gaily furnished in that bright foreign style which studies scenic effect rather than solid comfort; French windows opening upon a balcony, shaded with a striped awning. The windows looked on to the lake, across the bright blue water to the opposite shore, with its grand and solitary hills, its villages few and far apart. Daphne stood for a long while looking dreamily at the expanse of bright water, and the bold and rugged shore beyond; at Chillon in its rocky corner; at the deep dark gorge whence the yellow Rhone comes rushing in, staining Lake Loman\u2019s azure floor. How lovely it all was \u2014 how lovely, and yet of how little account in the sum of man\u2019s destiny! All Nature\u2019s loveliness was powerless to mend one broken heart.\n\n\u2018What was it that he read on my hand that day at Fontainebleau?\u2019 she asked herself. \u2018Was it this? was it this?\u2019\n\nA steamer went by laden with people, a band playing a waltz tune. The world seemed full of thoughtless souls, for whom life meant only idle empty pleasures. Daphne turned away from that sunlit scene sick at heart, wishing that she were lying quietly in one of those green dells through which they had passed to-day, a leafy hollow hidden in the hillside, and that life were ebbing away without an effort.\n\n\u2018Seneca was a wise and learned man"}, {"quote": "\u2018Seneca was a wise and learned man,", "context": "\u2018Was it this? was it this?\u2019\n\nA steamer went by laden with people, a band playing a waltz tune. The world seemed full of thoughtless souls, for whom life meant only idle empty pleasures. Daphne turned away from that sunlit scene sick at heart, wishing that she were lying quietly in one of those green dells through which they had passed to-day, a leafy hollow hidden in the hillside, and that life were ebbing away without an effort.\n\n\u2018Seneca was a wise and learned man,\u2019 she thought; \u2018but with all his wisdom he found it difficult to die. Cleopatra\u2019s death sounds easier \u2014 a basket of fruit and a little gliding snake a bright pretty creature that a child might have played with, and been stung to death unawares.\u2019\n\nShe threw herself on the bed, not tired from her walk, which seemed as nothing to the lithe active limbs, but weary of life and its perplexities. Oh, how he loved her, and how she loved him! And what a glorious godlike thing life would be in his company! Glorious, but it must not be; godlike, but honour barred the way."}, {"quote": "\u2018but with all his wisdom he found it difficult to die. Cleopatra\u2019s death sounds easier \u2014 a basket of fruit and a little gliding snake a bright pretty creature that a child might have played with, and been stung to death unawares.\u2019", "context": "A steamer went by laden with people, a band playing a waltz tune. The world seemed full of thoughtless souls, for whom life meant only idle empty pleasures. Daphne turned away from that sunlit scene sick at heart, wishing that she were lying quietly in one of those green dells through which they had passed to-day, a leafy hollow hidden in the hillside, and that life were ebbing away without an effort.\n\n\u2018Seneca was a wise and learned man,\u2019 she thought; \u2018but with all his wisdom he found it difficult to die. Cleopatra\u2019s death sounds easier \u2014 a basket of fruit and a little gliding snake a bright pretty creature that a child might have played with, and been stung to death unawares.\u2019\n\nShe threw herself on the bed, not tired from her walk, which seemed as nothing to the lithe active limbs, but weary of life and its perplexities. Oh, how he loved her, and how she loved him! And what a glorious godlike thing life would be in his company! Glorious, but it must not be; godlike, but honour barred the way.\n\n\u2018Oh God! let me never forget what she has been to me,\u2019 she prayed, with clasped hands, with all her soul in that prayer \u2014"}, {"quote": "\u2018Oh God! let me never forget what she has been to me,", "context": "\u2018but with all his wisdom he found it difficult to die. Cleopatra\u2019s death sounds easier \u2014 a basket of fruit and a little gliding snake a bright pretty creature that a child might have played with, and been stung to death unawares.\u2019\n\nShe threw herself on the bed, not tired from her walk, which seemed as nothing to the lithe active limbs, but weary of life and its perplexities. Oh, how he loved her, and how she loved him! And what a glorious godlike thing life would be in his company! Glorious, but it must not be; godlike, but honour barred the way.\n\n\u2018Oh God! let me never forget what she has been to me,\u2019 she prayed, with clasped hands, with all her soul in that prayer \u2014 \u2018sister, mother, all the world of love, and protection, and comfort \u2014 teach me to be true to her; teach me to be loyal.\u2019\n\nFor two long hours she lay, broad awake, in a blank tearless despair; and then the door was gently opened, and Madoline came softly into the room and seated herself by the bed. Daphne was lying with her face to the wall. She did not turn immediately, but stretched out her hand to her sister without a word."}, {"quote": "\u2018sister, mother, all the world of love, and protection, and comfort \u2014 teach me to be true to her; teach me to be loyal.\u2019", "context": "She threw herself on the bed, not tired from her walk, which seemed as nothing to the lithe active limbs, but weary of life and its perplexities. Oh, how he loved her, and how she loved him! And what a glorious godlike thing life would be in his company! Glorious, but it must not be; godlike, but honour barred the way.\n\n\u2018Oh God! let me never forget what she has been to me,\u2019 she prayed, with clasped hands, with all her soul in that prayer \u2014 \u2018sister, mother, all the world of love, and protection, and comfort \u2014 teach me to be true to her; teach me to be loyal.\u2019\n\nFor two long hours she lay, broad awake, in a blank tearless despair; and then the door was gently opened, and Madoline came softly into the room and seated herself by the bed. Daphne was lying with her face to the wall. She did not turn immediately, but stretched out her hand to her sister without a word.\n\n\u2018Dearest, your hand is burning hot; you must be in a fever,\u2019 said Madoline.\n\n\u2018No; there is nothing the matter with me.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Dearest, your hand is burning hot; you must be in a fever,", "context": "\u2018sister, mother, all the world of love, and protection, and comfort \u2014 teach me to be true to her; teach me to be loyal.\u2019\n\nFor two long hours she lay, broad awake, in a blank tearless despair; and then the door was gently opened, and Madoline came softly into the room and seated herself by the bed. Daphne was lying with her face to the wall. She did not turn immediately, but stretched out her hand to her sister without a word.\n\n\u2018Dearest, your hand is burning hot; you must be in a fever,\u2019 said Madoline.\n\n\u2018No; there is nothing the matter with me.\u2019\n\n\u2018I\u2019m afraid there is. I\u2019m afraid that walk was too fatiguing. I have ordered some tea for you.\u2019 The maid brought it in as she spoke; not Mowser; Mowser had kept herself aloof with an air of settled gloom, ever since her return to Montreux. \u2018I hope you have had a nice long sleep.\u2019\n\n\u2018I have not been able to sleep much"}, {"quote": "\u2018No; there is nothing the matter with me.\u2019", "context": "\u2018sister, mother, all the world of love, and protection, and comfort \u2014 teach me to be true to her; teach me to be loyal.\u2019\n\nFor two long hours she lay, broad awake, in a blank tearless despair; and then the door was gently opened, and Madoline came softly into the room and seated herself by the bed. Daphne was lying with her face to the wall. She did not turn immediately, but stretched out her hand to her sister without a word.\n\n\u2018Dearest, your hand is burning hot; you must be in a fever,\u2019 said Madoline.\n\n\u2018No; there is nothing the matter with me.\u2019\n\n\u2018I\u2019m afraid there is. I\u2019m afraid that walk was too fatiguing. I have ordered some tea for you.\u2019 The maid brought it in as she spoke; not Mowser; Mowser had kept herself aloof with an air of settled gloom, ever since her return to Montreux. \u2018I hope you have had a nice long sleep.\u2019\n\n\u2018I have not been able to sleep much,\u2019 answered Daphne, turning her languid head upon her pillow, and then sitting up on the bed, a listless figure in a tumbled white gown, with loose hair falling over shoulders;"}, {"quote": "\u2019m afraid that walk was too fatiguing. I have ordered some tea for you.", "context": "For two long hours she lay, broad awake, in a blank tearless despair; and then the door was gently opened, and Madoline came softly into the room and seated herself by the bed. Daphne was lying with her face to the wall. She did not turn immediately, but stretched out her hand to her sister without a word.\n\n\u2018Dearest, your hand is burning hot; you must be in a fever,\u2019 said Madoline.\n\n\u2018No; there is nothing the matter with me.\u2019\n\n\u2018I\u2019m afraid there is. I\u2019m afraid that walk was too fatiguing. I have ordered some tea for you.\u2019 The maid brought it in as she spoke; not Mowser; Mowser had kept herself aloof with an air of settled gloom, ever since her return to Montreux. \u2018I hope you have had a nice long sleep.\u2019\n\n\u2018I have not been able to sleep much,\u2019 answered Daphne, turning her languid head upon her pillow, and then sitting up on the bed, a listless figure in a tumbled white gown, with loose hair falling over shoulders;"}, {"quote": "\u2018I hope you have had a nice long sleep.\u2019", "context": "For two long hours she lay, broad awake, in a blank tearless despair; and then the door was gently opened, and Madoline came softly into the room and seated herself by the bed. Daphne was lying with her face to the wall. She did not turn immediately, but stretched out her hand to her sister without a word.\n\n\u2018Dearest, your hand is burning hot; you must be in a fever,\u2019 said Madoline.\n\n\u2018No; there is nothing the matter with me.\u2019\n\n\u2018I\u2019m afraid there is. I\u2019m afraid that walk was too fatiguing. I have ordered some tea for you.\u2019 The maid brought it in as she spoke; not Mowser; Mowser had kept herself aloof with an air of settled gloom, ever since her return to Montreux. \u2018I hope you have had a nice long sleep.\u2019\n\n\u2018I have not been able to sleep much,\u2019 answered Daphne, turning her languid head upon her pillow, and then sitting up on the bed, a listless figure in a tumbled white gown, with loose hair falling over shoulders; \u2018I have not been able to sleep much, but I have been resting. Don\u2019t trouble about me, Lina dear. I am very well. What delicious tea!\u2019 she said, as she tasted the cup which Madoline had just poured out for her."}, {"quote": "\u2018I have not been able to sleep much,", "context": "\u2018Dearest, your hand is burning hot; you must be in a fever,\u2019 said Madoline.\n\n\u2018No; there is nothing the matter with me.\u2019\n\n\u2018I\u2019m afraid there is. I\u2019m afraid that walk was too fatiguing. I have ordered some tea for you.\u2019 The maid brought it in as she spoke; not Mowser; Mowser had kept herself aloof with an air of settled gloom, ever since her return to Montreux. \u2018I hope you have had a nice long sleep.\u2019\n\n\u2018I have not been able to sleep much,\u2019 answered Daphne, turning her languid head upon her pillow, and then sitting up on the bed, a listless figure in a tumbled white gown, with loose hair falling over shoulders; \u2018I have not been able to sleep much, but I have been resting. Don\u2019t trouble about me, Lina dear. I am very well. What delicious tea!\u2019 she said, as she tasted the cup which Madoline had just poured out for her. \u2018How good you are! I want to talk with you \u2014 to have a long serious talk \u2014 about you and \u2014 Mr. Goring.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018I have not been able to sleep much, but I have been resting. Don\u2019t trouble about me, Lina dear. I am very well. What delicious tea!", "context": "\u2019 The maid brought it in as she spoke; not Mowser; Mowser had kept herself aloof with an air of settled gloom, ever since her return to Montreux. \u2018I hope you have had a nice long sleep.\u2019\n\n\u2018I have not been able to sleep much,\u2019 answered Daphne, turning her languid head upon her pillow, and then sitting up on the bed, a listless figure in a tumbled white gown, with loose hair falling over shoulders; \u2018I have not been able to sleep much, but I have been resting. Don\u2019t trouble about me, Lina dear. I am very well. What delicious tea!\u2019 she said, as she tasted the cup which Madoline had just poured out for her. \u2018How good you are! I want to talk with you \u2014 to have a long serious talk \u2014 about you and \u2014 Mr. Goring.\u2019\n\n\u2018Indeed, dear. It is not often my lively sister has any inclination for seriousness.\u2019\n\n\u2018No; but I have been thinking deeply of late about long engagements, and short engagements, and love before marriage, and love after marriage \u2014 don\u2019t you know.\u2019 Her eyes were hidden under their drooping lids, but her colour changed from pale to rose and from rose to pale as she spoke."}, {"quote": "\u2018How good you are! I want to talk with you \u2014 to have a long serious talk \u2014 about you and \u2014 Mr. Goring.\u2019", "context": "\u2018I have not been able to sleep much,\u2019 answered Daphne, turning her languid head upon her pillow, and then sitting up on the bed, a listless figure in a tumbled white gown, with loose hair falling over shoulders; \u2018I have not been able to sleep much, but I have been resting. Don\u2019t trouble about me, Lina dear. I am very well. What delicious tea!\u2019 she said, as she tasted the cup which Madoline had just poured out for her. \u2018How good you are! I want to talk with you \u2014 to have a long serious talk \u2014 about you and \u2014 Mr. Goring.\u2019\n\n\u2018Indeed, dear. It is not often my lively sister has any inclination for seriousness.\u2019\n\n\u2018No; but I have been thinking deeply of late about long engagements, and short engagements, and love before marriage, and love after marriage \u2014 don\u2019t you know.\u2019 Her eyes were hidden under their drooping lids, but her colour changed from pale to rose and from rose to pale as she spoke.\n\n\u2018And what wise thoughts have you had upon the subject, dearest?\u2019 asked Lina lightly.\n\n\u2018I can hardly explain them; but I have been thinking \u2014 you know that I am not desperately in love with \u2014 poor Edgar. I have never pretended to be so; have I, dear?\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Indeed, dear. It is not often my lively sister has any inclination for seriousness.\u2019", "context": "\u2019 answered Daphne, turning her languid head upon her pillow, and then sitting up on the bed, a listless figure in a tumbled white gown, with loose hair falling over shoulders; \u2018I have not been able to sleep much, but I have been resting. Don\u2019t trouble about me, Lina dear. I am very well. What delicious tea!\u2019 she said, as she tasted the cup which Madoline had just poured out for her. \u2018How good you are! I want to talk with you \u2014 to have a long serious talk \u2014 about you and \u2014 Mr. Goring.\u2019\n\n\u2018Indeed, dear. It is not often my lively sister has any inclination for seriousness.\u2019\n\n\u2018No; but I have been thinking deeply of late about long engagements, and short engagements, and love before marriage, and love after marriage \u2014 don\u2019t you know.\u2019 Her eyes were hidden under their drooping lids, but her colour changed from pale to rose and from rose to pale as she spoke.\n\n\u2018And what wise thoughts have you had upon the subject, dearest?\u2019 asked Lina lightly.\n\n\u2018I can hardly explain them; but I have been thinking \u2014 you know that I am not desperately in love with \u2014 poor Edgar. I have never pretended to be so; have I, dear?\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018No; but I have been thinking deeply of late about long engagements, and short engagements, and love before marriage, and love after marriage \u2014 don\u2019t you know.", "context": "\u2018I have not been able to sleep much, but I have been resting. Don\u2019t trouble about me, Lina dear. I am very well. What delicious tea!\u2019 she said, as she tasted the cup which Madoline had just poured out for her. \u2018How good you are! I want to talk with you \u2014 to have a long serious talk \u2014 about you and \u2014 Mr. Goring.\u2019\n\n\u2018Indeed, dear. It is not often my lively sister has any inclination for seriousness.\u2019\n\n\u2018No; but I have been thinking deeply of late about long engagements, and short engagements, and love before marriage, and love after marriage \u2014 don\u2019t you know.\u2019 Her eyes were hidden under their drooping lids, but her colour changed from pale to rose and from rose to pale as she spoke.\n\n\u2018And what wise thoughts have you had upon the subject, dearest?\u2019 asked Lina lightly.\n\n\u2018I can hardly explain them; but I have been thinking \u2014 you know that I am not desperately in love with \u2014 poor Edgar. I have never pretended to be so; have I, dear?\u2019\n\n\u2018You have always spoken lightly of him. But it is your way to speak lightly of everything; and I hope and believe that he is much more dear to you than you say he is.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018And what wise thoughts have you had upon the subject, dearest?", "context": "\u2018How good you are! I want to talk with you \u2014 to have a long serious talk \u2014 about you and \u2014 Mr. Goring.\u2019\n\n\u2018Indeed, dear. It is not often my lively sister has any inclination for seriousness.\u2019\n\n\u2018No; but I have been thinking deeply of late about long engagements, and short engagements, and love before marriage, and love after marriage \u2014 don\u2019t you know.\u2019 Her eyes were hidden under their drooping lids, but her colour changed from pale to rose and from rose to pale as she spoke.\n\n\u2018And what wise thoughts have you had upon the subject, dearest?\u2019 asked Lina lightly.\n\n\u2018I can hardly explain them; but I have been thinking \u2014 you know that I am not desperately in love with \u2014 poor Edgar. I have never pretended to be so; have I, dear?\u2019\n\n\u2018You have always spoken lightly of him. But it is your way to speak lightly of everything; and I hope and believe that he is much more dear to you than you say he is.\u2019\n\n\u2018He is not. I respect him, because I know how good he is; but that is all. And do you know, Lina, I have sometimes fancied that your feeling for Mr. Goring is not much stronger than mine for Edgar. You are attached to him; you have an affection for him, which has grown out of long acquaintance and habit \u2014 an almost sisterly affection; but you are not passionately in love with him. If he were to die you would be grieved, but you would not be heartbroken"}, {"quote": "\u2018I can hardly explain them; but I have been thinking \u2014 you know that I am not desperately in love with \u2014 poor Edgar. I have never pretended to be so; have I, dear?\u2019", "context": "\u2018Indeed, dear. It is not often my lively sister has any inclination for seriousness.\u2019\n\n\u2018No; but I have been thinking deeply of late about long engagements, and short engagements, and love before marriage, and love after marriage \u2014 don\u2019t you know.\u2019 Her eyes were hidden under their drooping lids, but her colour changed from pale to rose and from rose to pale as she spoke.\n\n\u2018And what wise thoughts have you had upon the subject, dearest?\u2019 asked Lina lightly.\n\n\u2018I can hardly explain them; but I have been thinking \u2014 you know that I am not desperately in love with \u2014 poor Edgar. I have never pretended to be so; have I, dear?\u2019\n\n\u2018You have always spoken lightly of him. But it is your way to speak lightly of everything; and I hope and believe that he is much more dear to you than you say he is.\u2019\n\n\u2018He is not. I respect him, because I know how good he is; but that is all. And do you know, Lina, I have sometimes fancied that your feeling for Mr. Goring is not much stronger than mine for Edgar. You are attached to him; you have an affection for him, which has grown out of long acquaintance and habit \u2014 an almost sisterly affection; but you are not passionately in love with him. If he were to die you would be grieved, but you would not be heartbroken"}, {"quote": "\u2018You have always spoken lightly of him. But it is your way to speak lightly of everything; and I hope and believe that he is much more dear to you than you say he is.\u2019", "context": "\u2018No; but I have been thinking deeply of late about long engagements, and short engagements, and love before marriage, and love after marriage \u2014 don\u2019t you know.\u2019 Her eyes were hidden under their drooping lids, but her colour changed from pale to rose and from rose to pale as she spoke.\n\n\u2018And what wise thoughts have you had upon the subject, dearest?\u2019 asked Lina lightly.\n\n\u2018I can hardly explain them; but I have been thinking \u2014 you know that I am not desperately in love with \u2014 poor Edgar. I have never pretended to be so; have I, dear?\u2019\n\n\u2018You have always spoken lightly of him. But it is your way to speak lightly of everything; and I hope and believe that he is much more dear to you than you say he is.\u2019\n\n\u2018He is not. I respect him, because I know how good he is; but that is all. And do you know, Lina, I have sometimes fancied that your feeling for Mr. Goring is not much stronger than mine for Edgar. You are attached to him; you have an affection for him, which has grown out of long acquaintance and habit \u2014 an almost sisterly affection; but you are not passionately in love with him. If he were to die you would be grieved, but you would not be heartbroken"}, {"quote": "\u2018He is not. I respect him, because I know how good he is; but that is all. And do you know, Lina, I have sometimes fancied that your feeling for Mr. Goring is not much stronger than mine for Edgar. You are attached to him; you have an affection for him, which has grown out of long acquaintance and habit \u2014 an almost sisterly affection; but you are not passionately in love with him. If he were to die you would be grieved, but you would not be heartbroken.", "context": "\u2018And what wise thoughts have you had upon the subject, dearest?\u2019 asked Lina lightly.\n\n\u2018I can hardly explain them; but I have been thinking \u2014 you know that I am not desperately in love with \u2014 poor Edgar. I have never pretended to be so; have I, dear?\u2019\n\n\u2018You have always spoken lightly of him. But it is your way to speak lightly of everything; and I hope and believe that he is much more dear to you than you say he is.\u2019\n\n\u2018He is not. I respect him, because I know how good he is; but that is all. And do you know, Lina, I have sometimes fancied that your feeling for Mr. Goring is not much stronger than mine for Edgar. You are attached to him; you have an affection for him, which has grown out of long acquaintance and habit \u2014 an almost sisterly affection; but you are not passionately in love with him. If he were to die you would be grieved, but you would not be heartbroken.\u2019 She said this slowly, deliberately, her eyes no longer downcast, but reading her sister\u2019s face.\n\n\u2018Daphne!\u2019 cried Madoline, \u2018how dare you? How can you be so cruel? Not love him! Why, you know that I have loved him ever since I was a child, with a love which every day of my life has made stronger \u2014 a love which is so rooted in my heart that I cannot imagine what life would be like without him. I am not impulsive or demonstrative \u2014 I do not talk about those things which are most dear and most sacred in my life, simply because they are too sacred to be spoken about. If he were \u2014 to die \u2014 if I were to lose him \u2014 no, I cannot think of that. It is heartless of you to put such thoughts into my mind. My life has been all sunshine \u2014 a calm happy life. God may be keeping some great grief in store for my later days. If it were to come I should bow beneath the rod; but my heart would break all the same.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018And if the grief took another shape \u2014 if he were to be false to you?", "context": "\u2018Daphne!\u2019 cried Madoline, \u2018how dare you? How can you be so cruel? Not love him! Why, you know that I have loved him ever since I was a child, with a love which every day of my life has made stronger \u2014 a love which is so rooted in my heart that I cannot imagine what life would be like without him. I am not impulsive or demonstrative \u2014 I do not talk about those things which are most dear and most sacred in my life, simply because they are too sacred to be spoken about. If he were \u2014 to die \u2014 if I were to lose him \u2014 no, I cannot think of that. It is heartless of you to put such thoughts into my mind. My life has been all sunshine \u2014 a calm happy life. God may be keeping some great grief in store for my later days. If it were to come I should bow beneath the rod; but my heart would break all the same.\u2019\n\n\u2018And if the grief took another shape \u2014 if he were to be false to you?\u2019 said Daphne, laying her hand, icy cold now, upon her sister\u2019s.\n\n\u2018That would be worse,\u2019 answered Lina huskily; \u2018it would kill me.\u2019\n\nDaphne said not a word more. Her hands were clasped, as in prayer; the dark sorrowful eyes were lifted, and the lips moved dumbly.\n\n\u2018I ought not to have talked of such things, dear,\u2019 she said, gently, after that voiceless prayer. \u2018It was very foolish.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018That would be worse,", "context": "\u2018Daphne!\u2019 cried Madoline, \u2018how dare you? How can you be so cruel? Not love him! Why, you know that I have loved him ever since I was a child, with a love which every day of my life has made stronger \u2014 a love which is so rooted in my heart that I cannot imagine what life would be like without him. I am not impulsive or demonstrative \u2014 I do not talk about those things which are most dear and most sacred in my life, simply because they are too sacred to be spoken about. If he were \u2014 to die \u2014 if I were to lose him \u2014 no, I cannot think of that. It is heartless of you to put such thoughts into my mind. My life has been all sunshine \u2014 a calm happy life. God may be keeping some great grief in store for my later days. If it were to come I should bow beneath the rod; but my heart would break all the same.\u2019\n\n\u2018And if the grief took another shape \u2014 if he were to be false to you?\u2019 said Daphne, laying her hand, icy cold now, upon her sister\u2019s.\n\n\u2018That would be worse,\u2019 answered Lina huskily; \u2018it would kill me.\u2019\n\nDaphne said not a word more. Her hands were clasped, as in prayer; the dark sorrowful eyes were lifted, and the lips moved dumbly.\n\n\u2018I ought not to have talked of such things, dear,\u2019 she said, gently, after that voiceless prayer. \u2018It was very foolish.\u2019\n\nLina was profoundly agitated. That calm and gentle nature was capable of strongest feeling. The image of a terrible sorrow \u2014 a sorrow which, however unlikely, was not impossible \u2014 once evoked was not to be banished in a moment."}, {"quote": "\u2018it would kill me.\u2019", "context": "\u2018Daphne!\u2019 cried Madoline, \u2018how dare you? How can you be so cruel? Not love him! Why, you know that I have loved him ever since I was a child, with a love which every day of my life has made stronger \u2014 a love which is so rooted in my heart that I cannot imagine what life would be like without him. I am not impulsive or demonstrative \u2014 I do not talk about those things which are most dear and most sacred in my life, simply because they are too sacred to be spoken about. If he were \u2014 to die \u2014 if I were to lose him \u2014 no, I cannot think of that. It is heartless of you to put such thoughts into my mind. My life has been all sunshine \u2014 a calm happy life. God may be keeping some great grief in store for my later days. If it were to come I should bow beneath the rod; but my heart would break all the same.\u2019\n\n\u2018And if the grief took another shape \u2014 if he were to be false to you?\u2019 said Daphne, laying her hand, icy cold now, upon her sister\u2019s.\n\n\u2018That would be worse,\u2019 answered Lina huskily; \u2018it would kill me.\u2019\n\nDaphne said not a word more. Her hands were clasped, as in prayer; the dark sorrowful eyes were lifted, and the lips moved dumbly.\n\n\u2018I ought not to have talked of such things, dear,\u2019 she said, gently, after that voiceless prayer. \u2018It was very foolish.\u2019\n\nLina was profoundly agitated. That calm and gentle nature was capable of strongest feeling. The image of a terrible sorrow \u2014 a sorrow which, however unlikely, was not impossible \u2014 once evoked was not to be banished in a moment."}, {"quote": "\u2018I ought not to have talked of such things, dear,", "context": "\u2018Daphne!\u2019 cried Madoline, \u2018how dare you? How can you be so cruel? Not love him! Why, you know that I have loved him ever since I was a child, with a love which every day of my life has made stronger \u2014 a love which is so rooted in my heart that I cannot imagine what life would be like without him. I am not impulsive or demonstrative \u2014 I do not talk about those things which are most dear and most sacred in my life, simply because they are too sacred to be spoken about. If he were \u2014 to die \u2014 if I were to lose him \u2014 no, I cannot think of that. It is heartless of you to put such thoughts into my mind. My life has been all sunshine \u2014 a calm happy life. God may be keeping some great grief in store for my later days. If it were to come I should bow beneath the rod; but my heart would break all the same.\u2019\n\n\u2018And if the grief took another shape \u2014 if he were to be false to you?\u2019 said Daphne, laying her hand, icy cold now, upon her sister\u2019s.\n\n\u2018That would be worse,\u2019 answered Lina huskily; \u2018it would kill me.\u2019\n\nDaphne said not a word more. Her hands were clasped, as in prayer; the dark sorrowful eyes were lifted, and the lips moved dumbly.\n\n\u2018I ought not to have talked of such things, dear,\u2019 she said, gently, after that voiceless prayer. \u2018It was very foolish.\u2019\n\nLina was profoundly agitated. That calm and gentle nature was capable of strongest feeling. The image of a terrible sorrow \u2014 a sorrow which, however unlikely, was not impossible \u2014 once evoked was not to be banished in a moment.\n\n\u2018Yes; it was foolish, Daphne,\u2019 she answered tremulously. \u2018No good can ever come of such thoughts. We are in God\u2019s hands. We can only be happy in this life with fear and trembling, for our joy is so easily turned into sorrow. And now, dear, if you are quite comfortable, and there is nothing more I can do for you, I must go back to Aunt Rhoda. I promised to go for a walk with her.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018It was very foolish.\u2019", "context": "\u2018And if the grief took another shape \u2014 if he were to be false to you?\u2019 said Daphne, laying her hand, icy cold now, upon her sister\u2019s.\n\n\u2018That would be worse,\u2019 answered Lina huskily; \u2018it would kill me.\u2019\n\nDaphne said not a word more. Her hands were clasped, as in prayer; the dark sorrowful eyes were lifted, and the lips moved dumbly.\n\n\u2018I ought not to have talked of such things, dear,\u2019 she said, gently, after that voiceless prayer. \u2018It was very foolish.\u2019\n\nLina was profoundly agitated. That calm and gentle nature was capable of strongest feeling. The image of a terrible sorrow \u2014 a sorrow which, however unlikely, was not impossible \u2014 once evoked was not to be banished in a moment.\n\n\u2018Yes; it was foolish, Daphne,\u2019 she answered tremulously. \u2018No good can ever come of such thoughts. We are in God\u2019s hands. We can only be happy in this life with fear and trembling, for our joy is so easily turned into sorrow. And now, dear, if you are quite comfortable, and there is nothing more I can do for you, I must go back to Aunt Rhoda. I promised to go for a walk with her.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Yes; it was foolish, Daphne,", "context": "Daphne said not a word more. Her hands were clasped, as in prayer; the dark sorrowful eyes were lifted, and the lips moved dumbly.\n\n\u2018I ought not to have talked of such things, dear,\u2019 she said, gently, after that voiceless prayer. \u2018It was very foolish.\u2019\n\nLina was profoundly agitated. That calm and gentle nature was capable of strongest feeling. The image of a terrible sorrow \u2014 a sorrow which, however unlikely, was not impossible \u2014 once evoked was not to be banished in a moment.\n\n\u2018Yes; it was foolish, Daphne,\u2019 she answered tremulously. \u2018No good can ever come of such thoughts. We are in God\u2019s hands. We can only be happy in this life with fear and trembling, for our joy is so easily turned into sorrow. And now, dear, if you are quite comfortable, and there is nothing more I can do for you, I must go back to Aunt Rhoda. I promised to go for a walk with her.\u2019\n\n\u2018Isn\u2019t it too warm for walking?\u2019\n\n\u2018Not for Aunt Rhoda\u2019s idea of an afternoon walk, which is generally to stroll down to the pier, and sit under the trees watching the people land from the steamers.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018No good can ever come of such thoughts. We are in God\u2019s hands. We can only be happy in this life with fear and trembling, for our joy is so easily turned into sorrow. And now, dear, if you are quite comfortable, and there is nothing more I can do for you, I must go back to Aunt Rhoda. I promised to go for a walk with her.\u2019", "context": "Daphne said not a word more. Her hands were clasped, as in prayer; the dark sorrowful eyes were lifted, and the lips moved dumbly.\n\n\u2018I ought not to have talked of such things, dear,\u2019 she said, gently, after that voiceless prayer. \u2018It was very foolish.\u2019\n\nLina was profoundly agitated. That calm and gentle nature was capable of strongest feeling. The image of a terrible sorrow \u2014 a sorrow which, however unlikely, was not impossible \u2014 once evoked was not to be banished in a moment.\n\n\u2018Yes; it was foolish, Daphne,\u2019 she answered tremulously. \u2018No good can ever come of such thoughts. We are in God\u2019s hands. We can only be happy in this life with fear and trembling, for our joy is so easily turned into sorrow. And now, dear, if you are quite comfortable, and there is nothing more I can do for you, I must go back to Aunt Rhoda. I promised to go for a walk with her.\u2019\n\n\u2018Isn\u2019t it too warm for walking?\u2019\n\n\u2018Not for Aunt Rhoda\u2019s idea of an afternoon walk, which is generally to stroll down to the pier, and sit under the trees watching the people land from the steamers.\u2019\n\n\u2018Shall you be out long, do you think?\u2019\n\n\u2018That will depend upon Aunt Rhoda. She said something about wanting to go in the steamer to Vevey, if it could be done comfortably before dinner.\u2019\n\n\u2018Good-bye! Kiss me, Lina. Tell me you are not angry with me for what I said just now. I wanted to sound the depths of your love.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Isn\u2019t it too warm for walking?\u2019", "context": "Lina was profoundly agitated. That calm and gentle nature was capable of strongest feeling. The image of a terrible sorrow \u2014 a sorrow which, however unlikely, was not impossible \u2014 once evoked was not to be banished in a moment.\n\n\u2018Yes; it was foolish, Daphne,\u2019 she answered tremulously. \u2018No good can ever come of such thoughts. We are in God\u2019s hands. We can only be happy in this life with fear and trembling, for our joy is so easily turned into sorrow. And now, dear, if you are quite comfortable, and there is nothing more I can do for you, I must go back to Aunt Rhoda. I promised to go for a walk with her.\u2019\n\n\u2018Isn\u2019t it too warm for walking?\u2019\n\n\u2018Not for Aunt Rhoda\u2019s idea of an afternoon walk, which is generally to stroll down to the pier, and sit under the trees watching the people land from the steamers.\u2019\n\n\u2018Shall you be out long, do you think?\u2019\n\n\u2018That will depend upon Aunt Rhoda. She said something about wanting to go in the steamer to Vevey, if it could be done comfortably before dinner.\u2019\n\n\u2018Good-bye! Kiss me, Lina. Tell me you are not angry with me for what I said just now. I wanted to sound the depths of your love.\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018Not for Aunt Rhoda\u2019s idea of an afternoon walk, which is generally to stroll down to the pier, and sit under the trees watching the people land from the steamers.\u2019", "context": "\u2018Yes; it was foolish, Daphne,\u2019 she answered tremulously. \u2018No good can ever come of such thoughts. We are in God\u2019s hands. We can only be happy in this life with fear and trembling, for our joy is so easily turned into sorrow. And now, dear, if you are quite comfortable, and there is nothing more I can do for you, I must go back to Aunt Rhoda. I promised to go for a walk with her.\u2019\n\n\u2018Isn\u2019t it too warm for walking?\u2019\n\n\u2018Not for Aunt Rhoda\u2019s idea of an afternoon walk, which is generally to stroll down to the pier, and sit under the trees watching the people land from the steamers.\u2019\n\n\u2018Shall you be out long, do you think?\u2019\n\n\u2018That will depend upon Aunt Rhoda. She said something about wanting to go in the steamer to Vevey, if it could be done comfortably before dinner.\u2019\n\n\u2018Good-bye! Kiss me, Lina. Tell me you are not angry with me for what I said just now. I wanted to sound the depths of your love.\u2019\n\n\u2018It was cruel, dear; but I am not angry,\u2019 answered Lina, kissing her tenderly."}, {"quote": "\u2018Shall you be out long, do you think?\u2019", "context": "\u2018No good can ever come of such thoughts. We are in God\u2019s hands. We can only be happy in this life with fear and trembling, for our joy is so easily turned into sorrow. And now, dear, if you are quite comfortable, and there is nothing more I can do for you, I must go back to Aunt Rhoda. I promised to go for a walk with her.\u2019\n\n\u2018Isn\u2019t it too warm for walking?\u2019\n\n\u2018Not for Aunt Rhoda\u2019s idea of an afternoon walk, which is generally to stroll down to the pier, and sit under the trees watching the people land from the steamers.\u2019\n\n\u2018Shall you be out long, do you think?\u2019\n\n\u2018That will depend upon Aunt Rhoda. She said something about wanting to go in the steamer to Vevey, if it could be done comfortably before dinner.\u2019\n\n\u2018Good-bye! Kiss me, Lina. Tell me you are not angry with me for what I said just now. I wanted to sound the depths of your love.\u2019\n\n\u2018It was cruel, dear; but I am not angry,\u2019 answered Lina, kissing her tenderly.\n\nDaphne put her arms round her sister\u2019s neck, just as she had done years ago when she was a child."}, {"quote": "\u2018That will depend upon Aunt Rhoda. She said something about wanting to go in the steamer to Vevey, if it could be done comfortably before dinner.\u2019", "context": "\u2018No good can ever come of such thoughts. We are in God\u2019s hands. We can only be happy in this life with fear and trembling, for our joy is so easily turned into sorrow. And now, dear, if you are quite comfortable, and there is nothing more I can do for you, I must go back to Aunt Rhoda. I promised to go for a walk with her.\u2019\n\n\u2018Isn\u2019t it too warm for walking?\u2019\n\n\u2018Not for Aunt Rhoda\u2019s idea of an afternoon walk, which is generally to stroll down to the pier, and sit under the trees watching the people land from the steamers.\u2019\n\n\u2018Shall you be out long, do you think?\u2019\n\n\u2018That will depend upon Aunt Rhoda. She said something about wanting to go in the steamer to Vevey, if it could be done comfortably before dinner.\u2019\n\n\u2018Good-bye! Kiss me, Lina. Tell me you are not angry with me for what I said just now. I wanted to sound the depths of your love.\u2019\n\n\u2018It was cruel, dear; but I am not angry,\u2019 answered Lina, kissing her tenderly.\n\nDaphne put her arms round her sister\u2019s neck, just as she had done years ago when she was a child.\n\n\u2018God bless you, and reward you for all you have been to me, Lina"}, {"quote": "\u2018Good-bye! Kiss me, Lina. Tell me you are not angry with me for what I said just now. I wanted to sound the depths of your love.\u2019", "context": "\u2018No good can ever come of such thoughts. We are in God\u2019s hands. We can only be happy in this life with fear and trembling, for our joy is so easily turned into sorrow. And now, dear, if you are quite comfortable, and there is nothing more I can do for you, I must go back to Aunt Rhoda. I promised to go for a walk with her.\u2019\n\n\u2018Isn\u2019t it too warm for walking?\u2019\n\n\u2018Not for Aunt Rhoda\u2019s idea of an afternoon walk, which is generally to stroll down to the pier, and sit under the trees watching the people land from the steamers.\u2019\n\n\u2018Shall you be out long, do you think?\u2019\n\n\u2018That will depend upon Aunt Rhoda. She said something about wanting to go in the steamer to Vevey, if it could be done comfortably before dinner.\u2019\n\n\u2018Good-bye! Kiss me, Lina. Tell me you are not angry with me for what I said just now. I wanted to sound the depths of your love.\u2019\n\n\u2018It was cruel, dear; but I am not angry,\u2019 answered Lina, kissing her tenderly.\n\nDaphne put her arms round her sister\u2019s neck, just as she had done years ago when she was a child.\n\n\u2018God bless you, and reward you for all you have been to me, Lina!\u2019 she faltered tearfully; and so, with a fervent embrace, they parted.\n\nCHAPTER XXXIII.\n\n\u2018IS THERE NO GRACE? IS THERE NO REMEDIE?\u2019"}, {"quote": "\u2018It was cruel, dear; but I am not angry,", "context": "\u2018Not for Aunt Rhoda\u2019s idea of an afternoon walk, which is generally to stroll down to the pier, and sit under the trees watching the people land from the steamers.\u2019\n\n\u2018Shall you be out long, do you think?\u2019\n\n\u2018That will depend upon Aunt Rhoda. She said something about wanting to go in the steamer to Vevey, if it could be done comfortably before dinner.\u2019\n\n\u2018Good-bye! Kiss me, Lina. Tell me you are not angry with me for what I said just now. I wanted to sound the depths of your love.\u2019\n\n\u2018It was cruel, dear; but I am not angry,\u2019 answered Lina, kissing her tenderly.\n\nDaphne put her arms round her sister\u2019s neck, just as she had done years ago when she was a child.\n\n\u2018God bless you, and reward you for all you have been to me, Lina!\u2019 she faltered tearfully; and so, with a fervent embrace, they parted.\n\nCHAPTER XXXIII.\n\n\u2018IS THERE NO GRACE? IS THERE NO REMEDIE?\u2019\n\nWhen the door closed on Madoline, Daphne rose and changed her crumpled muslin for a dressing-gown, and brushed the bright silky hair and rolled it up in a loose knot at the back of her head, and bathed her feverish face, and put on a fresh gown, and made herself altogether a respectable young person. Then she seated herself before a dressing-table, which was littered all over with trinket-boxes and miscellaneous trifles more or less indispensable to a young lady\u2019s happiness."}, {"quote": "\u2018God bless you, and reward you for all you have been to me, Lina!", "context": "\u2018That will depend upon Aunt Rhoda. She said something about wanting to go in the steamer to Vevey, if it could be done comfortably before dinner.\u2019\n\n\u2018Good-bye! Kiss me, Lina. Tell me you are not angry with me for what I said just now. I wanted to sound the depths of your love.\u2019\n\n\u2018It was cruel, dear; but I am not angry,\u2019 answered Lina, kissing her tenderly.\n\nDaphne put her arms round her sister\u2019s neck, just as she had done years ago when she was a child.\n\n\u2018God bless you, and reward you for all you have been to me, Lina!\u2019 she faltered tearfully; and so, with a fervent embrace, they parted.\n\nCHAPTER XXXIII.\n\n\u2018IS THERE NO GRACE? IS THERE NO REMEDIE?\u2019\n\nWhen the door closed on Madoline, Daphne rose and changed her crumpled muslin for a dressing-gown, and brushed the bright silky hair and rolled it up in a loose knot at the back of her head, and bathed her feverish face, and put on a fresh gown, and made herself altogether a respectable young person. Then she seated herself before a dressing-table, which was littered all over with trinket-boxes and miscellaneous trifles more or less indispensable to a young lady\u2019s happiness."}, {"quote": "\"See how excited they are, all three of them.\"", "context": "Bonnett, the captain, was a tall, dark chap, stooped from years in the low, cramped quarters of submarines. Duke, our second-officer, was a youngster hardly out of his 'teens, and as clever as they come. And although both of them, and the crew as well, must have been agog with questions, neither by word nor look did they express their feelings. Mercer had paid for obedience without curiosity, and he got it.\n\nWe spent the first night on the bottom, for the simple reason that had we come to the surface, we might have come down into territory unfamiliar to our guide. As soon as the first faint light began to filter down, however, we proceeded, and Mercer and I crowded together into the conning tower.\n\n\"We're close,\" said Mercer. \"See how excited they are, all three of them.\"\n\nThe three strange creatures were holding onto the chains and staring over the bulging side of the ship. Every few seconds the girl turned and looked back at us, smiling, her eyes shining with excitement. Suddenly she pointed straight down, and held out her arm in unmistakable gesture. We were to stop.\n\n* * * * *\n\nMercer conveyed the order instantly to Bonnett at the controls, and all three of our guides dived gracefully off the ship and disappeared into the depths below.\n\n\"Let her settle to the bottom, Bonnett"}, {"quote": "\"Let her settle to the bottom, Bonnett,", "context": "\"See how excited they are, all three of them.\"\n\nThe three strange creatures were holding onto the chains and staring over the bulging side of the ship. Every few seconds the girl turned and looked back at us, smiling, her eyes shining with excitement. Suddenly she pointed straight down, and held out her arm in unmistakable gesture. We were to stop.\n\n* * * * *\n\nMercer conveyed the order instantly to Bonnett at the controls, and all three of our guides dived gracefully off the ship and disappeared into the depths below.\n\n\"Let her settle to the bottom, Bonnett,\" ordered Mercer. \"Slowly ... slowly....\"\n\nBonnett handled the ship neatly, keeping her nicely trimmed. We came to rest on the bottom in four or five seconds, and as Mercer and I stared out eagerly through the round glass ports of the conning tower, we could see, very dimly, a cluster of dark, rounded projections cropping out from the bed of the ocean. We were only a few yards from the edge of the girl's village.\n\nThe scene was exactly as we had pictured it, save that it was not nearly as clear and well lighted. I realized that our eyes were not accustomed to the gloom, as were those of the girl and her people, but I could distinguish the vague outlines of the houses, and the slowly swaying shapes of monstrous growths."}, {"quote": "\"Slowly ... slowly....\"", "context": "The three strange creatures were holding onto the chains and staring over the bulging side of the ship. Every few seconds the girl turned and looked back at us, smiling, her eyes shining with excitement. Suddenly she pointed straight down, and held out her arm in unmistakable gesture. We were to stop.\n\n* * * * *\n\nMercer conveyed the order instantly to Bonnett at the controls, and all three of our guides dived gracefully off the ship and disappeared into the depths below.\n\n\"Let her settle to the bottom, Bonnett,\" ordered Mercer. \"Slowly ... slowly....\"\n\nBonnett handled the ship neatly, keeping her nicely trimmed. We came to rest on the bottom in four or five seconds, and as Mercer and I stared out eagerly through the round glass ports of the conning tower, we could see, very dimly, a cluster of dark, rounded projections cropping out from the bed of the ocean. We were only a few yards from the edge of the girl's village.\n\nThe scene was exactly as we had pictured it, save that it was not nearly as clear and well lighted. I realized that our eyes were not accustomed to the gloom, as were those of the girl and her people, but I could distinguish the vague outlines of the houses, and the slowly swaying shapes of monstrous growths."}, {"quote": "\"here we are! And here", "context": "Bonnett handled the ship neatly, keeping her nicely trimmed. We came to rest on the bottom in four or five seconds, and as Mercer and I stared out eagerly through the round glass ports of the conning tower, we could see, very dimly, a cluster of dark, rounded projections cropping out from the bed of the ocean. We were only a few yards from the edge of the girl's village.\n\nThe scene was exactly as we had pictured it, save that it was not nearly as clear and well lighted. I realized that our eyes were not accustomed to the gloom, as were those of the girl and her people, but I could distinguish the vague outlines of the houses, and the slowly swaying shapes of monstrous growths.\n\n\"Well, Taylor,\" said Mercer, his voice shaking with excitement, \"here we are! And here\" -- peering out through the glass-covered port again -- \"are her people!\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe whole village was swarming around us. White bodies hovered around us as moths around a light. Faces pressed against the ports and stared in at us with great, amazed eyes.\n\nThen, suddenly the crowd of curious creatures parted, and the girl came darting up with the five ancients she had showed us before. They were evidently the council responsible for the government of the village, or something of the sort, for the other villagers bowed their heads respectfully as they passed."}, {"quote": "\"Our time's short, I take it, if we are to be of service,", "context": "Then, suddenly the crowd of curious creatures parted, and the girl came darting up with the five ancients she had showed us before. They were evidently the council responsible for the government of the village, or something of the sort, for the other villagers bowed their heads respectfully as they passed.\n\nThe girl came close to the port through which I was looking, and gestured earnestly. Her face was tense and anxious, and from time to time she glanced over her shoulder, as though she feared the coming of an enemy.\n\n\"Our time's short, I take it, if we are to be of service,\" said Mercer. \"Come on, Taylor; into the diving suits!\"\n\nI signaled the girl that we understood, and would hurry. Then I followed Mercer into our tiny stateroom.\n\n\"Remember what I've told you,\" he said, as we slipped into the heavy woolen undergarments we were to wear inside the suits. \"You understand how to handle your air, I believe, and you'll have no difficulty getting around in the suit if you'll just remember to go slowly. Your job is to get the whole village to get away when the enemy is sighted. Get them to come this way from the village, towards the ship, understand. The current comes from this direction; the way the vegetation bends shows that. And keep the girl's people away until I signal you to let them return. And remember to take your electric lantern. Don't burn it more than is necessary; the batteries are not large and the bulb draws a lot of current. Ready?\""}, {"quote": "\"Come on, Taylor; into the diving suits!\"", "context": "Then, suddenly the crowd of curious creatures parted, and the girl came darting up with the five ancients she had showed us before. They were evidently the council responsible for the government of the village, or something of the sort, for the other villagers bowed their heads respectfully as they passed.\n\nThe girl came close to the port through which I was looking, and gestured earnestly. Her face was tense and anxious, and from time to time she glanced over her shoulder, as though she feared the coming of an enemy.\n\n\"Our time's short, I take it, if we are to be of service,\" said Mercer. \"Come on, Taylor; into the diving suits!\"\n\nI signaled the girl that we understood, and would hurry. Then I followed Mercer into our tiny stateroom.\n\n\"Remember what I've told you,\" he said, as we slipped into the heavy woolen undergarments we were to wear inside the suits. \"You understand how to handle your air, I believe, and you'll have no difficulty getting around in the suit if you'll just remember to go slowly. Your job is to get the whole village to get away when the enemy is sighted. Get them to come this way from the village, towards the ship, understand. The current comes from this direction; the way the vegetation bends shows that. And keep the girl's people away until I signal you to let them return. And remember to take your electric lantern. Don't burn it more than is necessary; the batteries are not large and the bulb draws a lot of current. Ready?\""}, {"quote": "\"Remember what I've told you,", "context": "The girl came close to the port through which I was looking, and gestured earnestly. Her face was tense and anxious, and from time to time she glanced over her shoulder, as though she feared the coming of an enemy.\n\n\"Our time's short, I take it, if we are to be of service,\" said Mercer. \"Come on, Taylor; into the diving suits!\"\n\nI signaled the girl that we understood, and would hurry. Then I followed Mercer into our tiny stateroom.\n\n\"Remember what I've told you,\" he said, as we slipped into the heavy woolen undergarments we were to wear inside the suits. \"You understand how to handle your air, I believe, and you'll have no difficulty getting around in the suit if you'll just remember to go slowly. Your job is to get the whole village to get away when the enemy is sighted. Get them to come this way from the village, towards the ship, understand. The current comes from this direction; the way the vegetation bends shows that. And keep the girl's people away until I signal you to let them return. And remember to take your electric lantern. Don't burn it more than is necessary; the batteries are not large and the bulb draws a lot of current. Ready?\""}, {"quote": "\"You understand how to handle your air, I believe, and you'll have no difficulty getting around in the suit if you'll just remember to go slowly. Your job is to get the whole village to get away when the enemy is sighted. Get them to come this way from the village, towards the ship, understand. The current comes from this direction; the way the vegetation bends shows that. And keep the girl's people away until I signal you to let them return. And remember to take your electric lantern. Don't burn it more than is necessary; the batteries are not large and the bulb draws a lot of current. Ready?\"", "context": "The girl came close to the port through which I was looking, and gestured earnestly. Her face was tense and anxious, and from time to time she glanced over her shoulder, as though she feared the coming of an enemy.\n\n\"Our time's short, I take it, if we are to be of service,\" said Mercer. \"Come on, Taylor; into the diving suits!\"\n\nI signaled the girl that we understood, and would hurry. Then I followed Mercer into our tiny stateroom.\n\n\"Remember what I've told you,\" he said, as we slipped into the heavy woolen undergarments we were to wear inside the suits. \"You understand how to handle your air, I believe, and you'll have no difficulty getting around in the suit if you'll just remember to go slowly. Your job is to get the whole village to get away when the enemy is sighted. Get them to come this way from the village, towards the ship, understand. The current comes from this direction; the way the vegetation bends shows that. And keep the girl's people away until I signal you to let them return. And remember to take your electric lantern. Don't burn it more than is necessary; the batteries are not large and the bulb draws a lot of current. Ready?\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nI was, but I was shaking a little as the men helped me into the mighty armor that was to keep the pressure of several atmospheres from crushing my body. The helmet was the last piece to be donned; when it was screwed in place I stood there like a mummy, almost completely rigid.\n\nQuickly we were put into the air lock, together with a large iron box containing a number of things Mercer needed. Darkness and water rushed in on us. The water closed over my head. I became aware of the soft, continuous popping sounds of the air-bubbles escaping from the relief valve of the head-piece."}, {"quote": "\"I was rather rattled. O.K. now, however. Anything I can do?\"", "context": "In a moment we stood upon the bottom of the ocean. I turned my head inside the helmet, and there, beside me, was the sleek, smooth side of the Santa Maria. On my other side was Mercer, a huge, dim figure in his diving armor. He made an awkward gesture towards his head, and I suddenly remembered something.\n\nBefore me, where I could operate it with a thrusting movement of my chin, was a toggle switch. I snapped it over, and heard Mercer's voice: \" -- n't forget everything I tell him.\"\n\n\"I know it,\" I said mentally to him. \"I was rather rattled. O.K. now, however. Anything I can do?\"\n\n\"Yes. Help me with this box, and then get the girl to put on the antenna you'll find there. Don't forget the knife and the light.\"\n\n\"Right!\" I bent over the box with him, and we both came near falling. We opened the lid, however, and I hooked the knife and the light into their proper places outside my armor. Then, with the antenna for the girl, so that we could establish connections with her, and through her, with the villagers, I moved off."}, {"quote": "\"Yes. Help me with this box, and then get the girl to put on the antenna you'll find there. Don't forget the knife and the light.\"", "context": "In a moment we stood upon the bottom of the ocean. I turned my head inside the helmet, and there, beside me, was the sleek, smooth side of the Santa Maria. On my other side was Mercer, a huge, dim figure in his diving armor. He made an awkward gesture towards his head, and I suddenly remembered something.\n\nBefore me, where I could operate it with a thrusting movement of my chin, was a toggle switch. I snapped it over, and heard Mercer's voice: \" -- n't forget everything I tell him.\"\n\n\"I know it,\" I said mentally to him. \"I was rather rattled. O.K. now, however. Anything I can do?\"\n\n\"Yes. Help me with this box, and then get the girl to put on the antenna you'll find there. Don't forget the knife and the light.\"\n\n\"Right!\" I bent over the box with him, and we both came near falling. We opened the lid, however, and I hooked the knife and the light into their proper places outside my armor. Then, with the antenna for the girl, so that we could establish connections with her, and through her, with the villagers, I moved off.\n\nThis antenna was entirely different from the one used in previous experiments. The four cross-members that clasped the head were finer, and at their junction was a flat black circular box, from which rose a black rod some six inches in height, and topped by a black sphere half the size of my fist."}, {"quote": "\"The Rorn come!", "context": "To facilitate matters, I shall describe her messages as though she spoke; indeed, her pictures were as clear, almost, as speech in my native tongue. And at times she did use certain sound-words; it was in this way that I learned, by inference, that her name was Imee, that her people were called Teemorn (this may have been the name of the community, or perhaps it was interchangeable -- I am not sure) and that the shark-faced people were the Rorn.\n\n\"The Rorn come!\" she said quickly. \"Two days past, the three came again, and our old men refused to give up the slaves. Today they will return, these Rorn, and my people, the Teemorn will all be made dead!\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThen I told her what Mercer had said: that she and every one of her people must flee swiftly and hide, beyond the boat, a distance beyond the village. Mercer and I would wait here, and when the Rorn came, it was they who would be made dead, as we had promised. Although how, I admitted to myself, being careful to hide the thought that she might not sense it, I didn't know. We had been too busy since the girl's arrival to go into details."}, {"quote": "\"Two days past, the three came again, and our old men refused to give up the slaves. Today they will return, these Rorn, and my people, the Teemorn will all be made dead!\"", "context": "To facilitate matters, I shall describe her messages as though she spoke; indeed, her pictures were as clear, almost, as speech in my native tongue. And at times she did use certain sound-words; it was in this way that I learned, by inference, that her name was Imee, that her people were called Teemorn (this may have been the name of the community, or perhaps it was interchangeable -- I am not sure) and that the shark-faced people were the Rorn.\n\n\"The Rorn come!\" she said quickly. \"Two days past, the three came again, and our old men refused to give up the slaves. Today they will return, these Rorn, and my people, the Teemorn will all be made dead!\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThen I told her what Mercer had said: that she and every one of her people must flee swiftly and hide, beyond the boat, a distance beyond the village. Mercer and I would wait here, and when the Rorn came, it was they who would be made dead, as we had promised. Although how, I admitted to myself, being careful to hide the thought that she might not sense it, I didn't know. We had been too busy since the girl's arrival to go into details."}, {"quote": "\"Look above and to your right! The Rorn, as Imee calls them, have arrived!\"", "context": "Then I told her what Mercer had said: that she and every one of her people must flee swiftly and hide, beyond the boat, a distance beyond the village. Mercer and I would wait here, and when the Rorn came, it was they who would be made dead, as we had promised. Although how, I admitted to myself, being careful to hide the thought that she might not sense it, I didn't know. We had been too busy since the girl's arrival to go into details.\n\nShe turned and spoke quickly to the old men. They looked at me doubtfully, and she urged them vehemently. They turned back towards the village, and in a moment the Teemorn were stalking by obediently, losing their slim white forms in the gloom behind the dim bulk of the Santa Maria, resting so quietly on the sand.\n\nThey were hardly out of sight when suddenly Mercer spoke through the antenna fitted inside my helmet.\n\n\"They're coming!\" he cried. \"Look above and to your right! The Rorn, as Imee calls them, have arrived!\"\n\nI looked up and beheld a hundred -- no, a thousand! -- shadowy forms darting down on the village, upon us. They, too, were just as the girl had pictured them: short, swart beings with but the suggestion of a nose, and with pulsing gill-covers under the angles of their jaws. Each one gripped a long, slim white knife in either hand, and their tight-fitting shark-skin armor gleamed darkly as they swooped down upon us."}, {"quote": "\"Hydrocyanic acid, Taylor!", "context": "Eagerly I watched my friend. In the clasping talons of his left hand he held a long, slim flask that glinted even in that dim, confusing twilight. Two others, mates to the first, dangled at his waist. Lifting it high above his head, he swung his metal-clad right arm, and shattered the flask he held in his taloned left hand.\n\nFor an instant nothing happened, save that flittering bits of broken glass shimmered their way to the sand. Then the horde of noseless ones seemed to dissolve, as hundreds of limp and sprawling bodies sank to the sand. Perhaps a half of that great multitude seemed struck dead.\n\n\"Hydrocyanic acid, Taylor!\" cried Mercer exultantly. \"Even diluted by the sea water, it kills almost instantly. Go back and make sure that none of the girl's people come back before the current has washed this away, or they'll go in the same fashion. Warn her to keep them back!\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nI hurried toward the Santa Maria, thinking urgent warnings for Imee's benefit. \"Stay back! Stay back, Imee! The Rorn are falling to the sand, we have made many of them dead, but the danger for you and your people is still here. Stay back!\""}, {"quote": "\"Even diluted by the sea water, it kills almost instantly. Go back and make sure that none of the girl's people come back before the current has washed this away, or they'll go in the same fashion. Warn her to keep them back!\"", "context": "Eagerly I watched my friend. In the clasping talons of his left hand he held a long, slim flask that glinted even in that dim, confusing twilight. Two others, mates to the first, dangled at his waist. Lifting it high above his head, he swung his metal-clad right arm, and shattered the flask he held in his taloned left hand.\n\nFor an instant nothing happened, save that flittering bits of broken glass shimmered their way to the sand. Then the horde of noseless ones seemed to dissolve, as hundreds of limp and sprawling bodies sank to the sand. Perhaps a half of that great multitude seemed struck dead.\n\n\"Hydrocyanic acid, Taylor!\" cried Mercer exultantly. \"Even diluted by the sea water, it kills almost instantly. Go back and make sure that none of the girl's people come back before the current has washed this away, or they'll go in the same fashion. Warn her to keep them back!\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nI hurried toward the Santa Maria, thinking urgent warnings for Imee's benefit. \"Stay back! Stay back, Imee! The Rorn are falling to the sand, we have made many of them dead, but the danger for you and your people is still here. Stay back!\"\n\n\"Truly, do the Rorn become dead? I would like to see that with my own eyes. Be careful that they do not make you dead also, and your friend, for they have large brains, these Rorn.\""}, {"quote": "\"Stay back! Stay back, Imee! The Rorn are falling to the sand, we have made many of them dead, but the danger for you and your people is still here. Stay back!\"", "context": "For an instant nothing happened, save that flittering bits of broken glass shimmered their way to the sand. Then the horde of noseless ones seemed to dissolve, as hundreds of limp and sprawling bodies sank to the sand. Perhaps a half of that great multitude seemed struck dead.\n\n\"Hydrocyanic acid, Taylor!\" cried Mercer exultantly. \"Even diluted by the sea water, it kills almost instantly. Go back and make sure that none of the girl's people come back before the current has washed this away, or they'll go in the same fashion. Warn her to keep them back!\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nI hurried toward the Santa Maria, thinking urgent warnings for Imee's benefit. \"Stay back! Stay back, Imee! The Rorn are falling to the sand, we have made many of them dead, but the danger for you and your people is still here. Stay back!\"\n\n\"Truly, do the Rorn become dead? I would like to see that with my own eyes. Be careful that they do not make you dead also, and your friend, for they have large brains, these Rorn.\"\n\n\"Do not come to see with your own eyes, or you will be as the Rorn!\" I hurried around the submarine, to keep her back by force, if that were necessary. \"You must -- \"\n\n\"Help, Taylor!\" cut in a voice -- Mercer's."}, {"quote": "\"Truly, do the Rorn become dead? I would like to see that with my own eyes. Be careful that they do not make you dead also, and your friend, for they have large brains, these Rorn.\"", "context": "\"Even diluted by the sea water, it kills almost instantly. Go back and make sure that none of the girl's people come back before the current has washed this away, or they'll go in the same fashion. Warn her to keep them back!\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nI hurried toward the Santa Maria, thinking urgent warnings for Imee's benefit. \"Stay back! Stay back, Imee! The Rorn are falling to the sand, we have made many of them dead, but the danger for you and your people is still here. Stay back!\"\n\n\"Truly, do the Rorn become dead? I would like to see that with my own eyes. Be careful that they do not make you dead also, and your friend, for they have large brains, these Rorn.\"\n\n\"Do not come to see with your own eyes, or you will be as the Rorn!\" I hurried around the submarine, to keep her back by force, if that were necessary. \"You must -- \"\n\n\"Help, Taylor!\" cut in a voice -- Mercer's. \"These devils have got me!\"\n\n\"Right with you!\" I turned and hurried back as swiftly as I could, stumbling over the bodies of dead Rorn that had settled everywhere on the clean yellow sand.\n\nI found Mercer in the grip of six of the shark-faced creatures. They were trying desperately to stab him, but their knives bent and broke against the metal of his armor. So busy were they with him that they did not notice me coming up, but finding their weapons useless, they suddenly snatched him up, one at either arm and either leg, and two grasping him by the head-piece, and darted away with him, carrying his bulging metal body between them like a battering ram, while he kicked and struggled impotently."}, {"quote": "\"Do not come to see with your own eyes, or you will be as the Rorn!", "context": "I hurried toward the Santa Maria, thinking urgent warnings for Imee's benefit. \"Stay back! Stay back, Imee! The Rorn are falling to the sand, we have made many of them dead, but the danger for you and your people is still here. Stay back!\"\n\n\"Truly, do the Rorn become dead? I would like to see that with my own eyes. Be careful that they do not make you dead also, and your friend, for they have large brains, these Rorn.\"\n\n\"Do not come to see with your own eyes, or you will be as the Rorn!\" I hurried around the submarine, to keep her back by force, if that were necessary. \"You must -- \"\n\n\"Help, Taylor!\" cut in a voice -- Mercer's. \"These devils have got me!\"\n\n\"Right with you!\" I turned and hurried back as swiftly as I could, stumbling over the bodies of dead Rorn that had settled everywhere on the clean yellow sand.\n\nI found Mercer in the grip of six of the shark-faced creatures. They were trying desperately to stab him, but their knives bent and broke against the metal of his armor. So busy were they with him that they did not notice me coming up, but finding their weapons useless, they suddenly snatched him up, one at either arm and either leg, and two grasping him by the head-piece, and darted away with him, carrying his bulging metal body between them like a battering ram, while he kicked and struggled impotently."}, {"quote": "\"Help, Taylor!", "context": "\"Stay back! Stay back, Imee! The Rorn are falling to the sand, we have made many of them dead, but the danger for you and your people is still here. Stay back!\"\n\n\"Truly, do the Rorn become dead? I would like to see that with my own eyes. Be careful that they do not make you dead also, and your friend, for they have large brains, these Rorn.\"\n\n\"Do not come to see with your own eyes, or you will be as the Rorn!\" I hurried around the submarine, to keep her back by force, if that were necessary. \"You must -- \"\n\n\"Help, Taylor!\" cut in a voice -- Mercer's. \"These devils have got me!\"\n\n\"Right with you!\" I turned and hurried back as swiftly as I could, stumbling over the bodies of dead Rorn that had settled everywhere on the clean yellow sand.\n\nI found Mercer in the grip of six of the shark-faced creatures. They were trying desperately to stab him, but their knives bent and broke against the metal of his armor. So busy were they with him that they did not notice me coming up, but finding their weapons useless, they suddenly snatched him up, one at either arm and either leg, and two grasping him by the head-piece, and darted away with him, carrying his bulging metal body between them like a battering ram, while he kicked and struggled impotently."}, {"quote": "\"These devils have got me!\"", "context": "\"Truly, do the Rorn become dead? I would like to see that with my own eyes. Be careful that they do not make you dead also, and your friend, for they have large brains, these Rorn.\"\n\n\"Do not come to see with your own eyes, or you will be as the Rorn!\" I hurried around the submarine, to keep her back by force, if that were necessary. \"You must -- \"\n\n\"Help, Taylor!\" cut in a voice -- Mercer's. \"These devils have got me!\"\n\n\"Right with you!\" I turned and hurried back as swiftly as I could, stumbling over the bodies of dead Rorn that had settled everywhere on the clean yellow sand.\n\nI found Mercer in the grip of six of the shark-faced creatures. They were trying desperately to stab him, but their knives bent and broke against the metal of his armor. So busy were they with him that they did not notice me coming up, but finding their weapons useless, they suddenly snatched him up, one at either arm and either leg, and two grasping him by the head-piece, and darted away with him, carrying his bulging metal body between them like a battering ram, while he kicked and struggled impotently."}, {"quote": "\"They are taking him to the Place of Darkness!", "context": "I found Mercer in the grip of six of the shark-faced creatures. They were trying desperately to stab him, but their knives bent and broke against the metal of his armor. So busy were they with him that they did not notice me coming up, but finding their weapons useless, they suddenly snatched him up, one at either arm and either leg, and two grasping him by the head-piece, and darted away with him, carrying his bulging metal body between them like a battering ram, while he kicked and struggled impotently.\n\n\"They are taking him to the Place of Darkness!\" cried Imee suddenly, having read my impressions of the scene. \"Oh, go quickly, quickly, toward the direction of your best hand -- to your right! I shall follow!\"\n\n\"No! No! Stay back!\" I warned her frantically. All but these six Rorn had fallen victims of Mercer's hellish poison, and while they seemed to be suffering no ill effects, I thought it more than likely that some sly current might bring the deadly poison to the girl, did she come this way, and kill her as surely as it had killed these hundreds of Rorn."}, {"quote": "\"Oh, go quickly, quickly, toward the direction of your best hand -- to your right! I shall follow!\"", "context": "I found Mercer in the grip of six of the shark-faced creatures. They were trying desperately to stab him, but their knives bent and broke against the metal of his armor. So busy were they with him that they did not notice me coming up, but finding their weapons useless, they suddenly snatched him up, one at either arm and either leg, and two grasping him by the head-piece, and darted away with him, carrying his bulging metal body between them like a battering ram, while he kicked and struggled impotently.\n\n\"They are taking him to the Place of Darkness!\" cried Imee suddenly, having read my impressions of the scene. \"Oh, go quickly, quickly, toward the direction of your best hand -- to your right! I shall follow!\"\n\n\"No! No! Stay back!\" I warned her frantically. All but these six Rorn had fallen victims of Mercer's hellish poison, and while they seemed to be suffering no ill effects, I thought it more than likely that some sly current might bring the deadly poison to the girl, did she come this way, and kill her as surely as it had killed these hundreds of Rorn.\n\n* * * * *\n\nTo the right, she had said. Towards the Place of Darkness. I hurried out of the village in the direction she indicated, towards the distant gleam of Mercer's armor, rapidly being lost in the gloom."}, {"quote": "\"No! No! Stay back!", "context": "I found Mercer in the grip of six of the shark-faced creatures. They were trying desperately to stab him, but their knives bent and broke against the metal of his armor. So busy were they with him that they did not notice me coming up, but finding their weapons useless, they suddenly snatched him up, one at either arm and either leg, and two grasping him by the head-piece, and darted away with him, carrying his bulging metal body between them like a battering ram, while he kicked and struggled impotently.\n\n\"They are taking him to the Place of Darkness!\" cried Imee suddenly, having read my impressions of the scene. \"Oh, go quickly, quickly, toward the direction of your best hand -- to your right! I shall follow!\"\n\n\"No! No! Stay back!\" I warned her frantically. All but these six Rorn had fallen victims of Mercer's hellish poison, and while they seemed to be suffering no ill effects, I thought it more than likely that some sly current might bring the deadly poison to the girl, did she come this way, and kill her as surely as it had killed these hundreds of Rorn.\n\n* * * * *\n\nTo the right, she had said. Towards the Place of Darkness. I hurried out of the village in the direction she indicated, towards the distant gleam of Mercer's armor, rapidly being lost in the gloom."}, {"quote": "\"I'm coming, Mercer!", "context": "\" I warned her frantically. All but these six Rorn had fallen victims of Mercer's hellish poison, and while they seemed to be suffering no ill effects, I thought it more than likely that some sly current might bring the deadly poison to the girl, did she come this way, and kill her as surely as it had killed these hundreds of Rorn.\n\n* * * * *\n\nTo the right, she had said. Towards the Place of Darkness. I hurried out of the village in the direction she indicated, towards the distant gleam of Mercer's armor, rapidly being lost in the gloom.\n\n\"I'm coming, Mercer!\" I called to him. \"Delay them as much as you can. You're going faster than I can.\"\n\n\"I can't help myself much,\" replied Mercer. \"Doing what I can. Strong -- they're devilish strong, Taylor. And, at close range, I can see you were right. They have true gill-covers; their noses are rudimentary and -- \"\n\n\"The devil take your scientific observations! Drag! Slow them down. I'm losing sight of you. For heaven's sake, drag!\""}, {"quote": "\"Delay them as much as you can. You're going faster than I can.\"", "context": "\" I warned her frantically. All but these six Rorn had fallen victims of Mercer's hellish poison, and while they seemed to be suffering no ill effects, I thought it more than likely that some sly current might bring the deadly poison to the girl, did she come this way, and kill her as surely as it had killed these hundreds of Rorn.\n\n* * * * *\n\nTo the right, she had said. Towards the Place of Darkness. I hurried out of the village in the direction she indicated, towards the distant gleam of Mercer's armor, rapidly being lost in the gloom.\n\n\"I'm coming, Mercer!\" I called to him. \"Delay them as much as you can. You're going faster than I can.\"\n\n\"I can't help myself much,\" replied Mercer. \"Doing what I can. Strong -- they're devilish strong, Taylor. And, at close range, I can see you were right. They have true gill-covers; their noses are rudimentary and -- \"\n\n\"The devil take your scientific observations! Drag! Slow them down. I'm losing sight of you. For heaven's sake, drag!\"\n\n\"I'm doing what I can. Damn you, if I could only get a hand free -- \" I realized that this last was directed at his captors, and plunged on."}, {"quote": "\"I can't help myself much,", "context": "\" I warned her frantically. All but these six Rorn had fallen victims of Mercer's hellish poison, and while they seemed to be suffering no ill effects, I thought it more than likely that some sly current might bring the deadly poison to the girl, did she come this way, and kill her as surely as it had killed these hundreds of Rorn.\n\n* * * * *\n\nTo the right, she had said. Towards the Place of Darkness. I hurried out of the village in the direction she indicated, towards the distant gleam of Mercer's armor, rapidly being lost in the gloom.\n\n\"I'm coming, Mercer!\" I called to him. \"Delay them as much as you can. You're going faster than I can.\"\n\n\"I can't help myself much,\" replied Mercer. \"Doing what I can. Strong -- they're devilish strong, Taylor. And, at close range, I can see you were right. They have true gill-covers; their noses are rudimentary and -- \"\n\n\"The devil take your scientific observations! Drag! Slow them down. I'm losing sight of you. For heaven's sake, drag!\"\n\n\"I'm doing what I can. Damn you, if I could only get a hand free -- \" I realized that this last was directed at his captors, and plunged on."}, {"quote": "\"The devil take your scientific observations! Drag! Slow them down. I'm losing sight of you. For heaven's sake, drag!\"", "context": "To the right, she had said. Towards the Place of Darkness. I hurried out of the village in the direction she indicated, towards the distant gleam of Mercer's armor, rapidly being lost in the gloom.\n\n\"I'm coming, Mercer!\" I called to him. \"Delay them as much as you can. You're going faster than I can.\"\n\n\"I can't help myself much,\" replied Mercer. \"Doing what I can. Strong -- they're devilish strong, Taylor. And, at close range, I can see you were right. They have true gill-covers; their noses are rudimentary and -- \"\n\n\"The devil take your scientific observations! Drag! Slow them down. I'm losing sight of you. For heaven's sake, drag!\"\n\n\"I'm doing what I can. Damn you, if I could only get a hand free -- \" I realized that this last was directed at his captors, and plunged on.\n\n* * * * *\n\nHuge, monstrous growths swirled around me like living things. My feet crunched on shelled things, and sank into soft and slimy creeping things on the bottom. I cursed the water that held me back so gently yet so firmly; I cursed the armor that made it so hard for me to move my legs. But I kept on, and at last I began to gain on them; I could see them quite distinctly, bending over Mercer, working on him...."}, {"quote": "\"Do your best, Taylor,", "context": "* * * * *\n\nHuge, monstrous growths swirled around me like living things. My feet crunched on shelled things, and sank into soft and slimy creeping things on the bottom. I cursed the water that held me back so gently yet so firmly; I cursed the armor that made it so hard for me to move my legs. But I kept on, and at last I began to gain on them; I could see them quite distinctly, bending over Mercer, working on him....\n\n\"Do your best, Taylor,\" urged Mercer desperately. \"We're on the edge of a sort of cliff; a fault in the structure of the ocean bed. They're tying me with strong cords of leather. Tying a huge stone to my body. I think they -- \" I had a momentary flash of the scene as Mercer saw it at that instant: the horrid noseless face close to his, the swart bodies moving with amazing agility. And at his very feet, a yawning precipice, holding nothing but darkness, leading down and down into nothingness."}, {"quote": "\"That is the Place of Darkness, where we take those whom the Five deem worthy of the Last Punishment. They will tie the stone to him, and bear him out above the Blackness, and then they will let him go! Quickly! Quickly!\"", "context": "\" urged Mercer desperately. \"We're on the edge of a sort of cliff; a fault in the structure of the ocean bed. They're tying me with strong cords of leather. Tying a huge stone to my body. I think they -- \" I had a momentary flash of the scene as Mercer saw it at that instant: the horrid noseless face close to his, the swart bodies moving with amazing agility. And at his very feet, a yawning precipice, holding nothing but darkness, leading down and down into nothingness.\n\n\"Run quickly!\" It was Imee. She, too, had seen what I had seen. \"That is the Place of Darkness, where we take those whom the Five deem worthy of the Last Punishment. They will tie the stone to him, and bear him out above the Blackness, and then they will let him go! Quickly! Quickly!\"\n\nI was almost upon them now, and one of the six turned and saw me. Three of them darted towards me, while the others held Mercer flat upon the edge of the precipice. If they had only realized that by rolling his armored body a foot or two, he would sink ... without the stone.... But they did not. Their brains had little reasoning power, apparently. The attaching of a stone was necessary, in their experience; it was necessary now.\n\n* * * * *\n\nWith my left hand I unhooked my light; I already gripped my knife in my right hand. Swinging the light sharply against my leg, I struck the toggle-switch, and a beam of intense brilliancy shot through the gloom. It aided me, as I had thought it would; it blinded these large-eyed denizens of the deep."}, {"quote": "\"And just in time. Let's see if we can find our way back to the Santa Maria.\"", "context": "I paid but slight heed. The two Rorn dragged me back, but I managed to crawl forward on my knees, and with all my strength, I struck at the flask again.\n\nThis time it shattered, and I lay where I fell, sobbing with weakness, looking out through the side window of my head-piece.\n\nThe five Rorn seemed to suddenly lose their strength. They struggled limply for a moment, and then floated down to the waiting sand beneath us.\n\n\"Finish,\" remarked Mercer coolly. \"And just in time. Let's see if we can find our way back to the Santa Maria.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nWe were weary, and we plodded along slowly, twin trails of air-bubbles like plumes waving behind us, rushing upwards to the surface. I felt strangely alone at the moment, isolated, cut off from all mankind, on the bottom of the Atlantic.\n\n\"Coming to meet you, all of us,\" Imee signaled us. \"Be careful where you step, so that you do not walk in a circle and find again the Place of Darkness. It is very large.\""}, {"quote": "\"Coming to meet you, all of us,", "context": "The five Rorn seemed to suddenly lose their strength. They struggled limply for a moment, and then floated down to the waiting sand beneath us.\n\n\"Finish,\" remarked Mercer coolly. \"And just in time. Let's see if we can find our way back to the Santa Maria.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nWe were weary, and we plodded along slowly, twin trails of air-bubbles like plumes waving behind us, rushing upwards to the surface. I felt strangely alone at the moment, isolated, cut off from all mankind, on the bottom of the Atlantic.\n\n\"Coming to meet you, all of us,\" Imee signaled us. \"Be careful where you step, so that you do not walk in a circle and find again the Place of Darkness. It is very large.\"\n\n\"Probably some uncharted deep,\" threw in Mercer. \"Only the larger ones have been located.\"\n\nFor my part, I was too weary to think. I just staggered on.\n\nA crowd of slim, darting white shapes surrounded us. They swam before us, showing the way. The five patriarchs walked majestically before us; and between us, smiling at us through the thick lenses of our headpieces, walked Imee. Oh, it was a triumphal procession, and had I been less weary, I presume I would have felt quite the hero."}, {"quote": "\"Be careful where you step, so that you do not walk in a circle and find again the Place of Darkness. It is very large.\"", "context": "\"Finish,\" remarked Mercer coolly. \"And just in time. Let's see if we can find our way back to the Santa Maria.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nWe were weary, and we plodded along slowly, twin trails of air-bubbles like plumes waving behind us, rushing upwards to the surface. I felt strangely alone at the moment, isolated, cut off from all mankind, on the bottom of the Atlantic.\n\n\"Coming to meet you, all of us,\" Imee signaled us. \"Be careful where you step, so that you do not walk in a circle and find again the Place of Darkness. It is very large.\"\n\n\"Probably some uncharted deep,\" threw in Mercer. \"Only the larger ones have been located.\"\n\nFor my part, I was too weary to think. I just staggered on.\n\nA crowd of slim, darting white shapes surrounded us. They swam before us, showing the way. The five patriarchs walked majestically before us; and between us, smiling at us through the thick lenses of our headpieces, walked Imee. Oh, it was a triumphal procession, and had I been less weary, I presume I would have felt quite the hero."}, {"quote": "\"Probably some uncharted deep,", "context": "* * * * *\n\nWe were weary, and we plodded along slowly, twin trails of air-bubbles like plumes waving behind us, rushing upwards to the surface. I felt strangely alone at the moment, isolated, cut off from all mankind, on the bottom of the Atlantic.\n\n\"Coming to meet you, all of us,\" Imee signaled us. \"Be careful where you step, so that you do not walk in a circle and find again the Place of Darkness. It is very large.\"\n\n\"Probably some uncharted deep,\" threw in Mercer. \"Only the larger ones have been located.\"\n\nFor my part, I was too weary to think. I just staggered on.\n\nA crowd of slim, darting white shapes surrounded us. They swam before us, showing the way. The five patriarchs walked majestically before us; and between us, smiling at us through the thick lenses of our headpieces, walked Imee. Oh, it was a triumphal procession, and had I been less weary, I presume I would have felt quite the hero."}, {"quote": "\"Only the larger ones have been located.\"", "context": "We were weary, and we plodded along slowly, twin trails of air-bubbles like plumes waving behind us, rushing upwards to the surface. I felt strangely alone at the moment, isolated, cut off from all mankind, on the bottom of the Atlantic.\n\n\"Coming to meet you, all of us,\" Imee signaled us. \"Be careful where you step, so that you do not walk in a circle and find again the Place of Darkness. It is very large.\"\n\n\"Probably some uncharted deep,\" threw in Mercer. \"Only the larger ones have been located.\"\n\nFor my part, I was too weary to think. I just staggered on.\n\nA crowd of slim, darting white shapes surrounded us. They swam before us, showing the way. The five patriarchs walked majestically before us; and between us, smiling at us through the thick lenses of our headpieces, walked Imee. Oh, it was a triumphal procession, and had I been less weary, I presume I would have felt quite the hero.\n\n* * * * *"}, {"quote": "\"A Spanish galleon, Mercer,", "context": "Yes, this was the very hulk by which she had been swimming when the shark had attacked her, the shark which had been the cause of the accident. She darted on to show me the very rib upon which her head had struck, stunning her so that she had drifted, unconscious and storm-tossed, to the shore of Mercer's estate.\n\nI studied the wreck. It was battered and tilted on its beam ends, but I could still make out the high poop that marked it as a very old ship.\n\n\"A Spanish galleon, Mercer,\" I conjectured.\n\n\"I believe so.\" And then, in pictured form, for Imee's benefit, \"It has been here while much time passed?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Imee came darting back to us, smiling. \"Since before the Teemorn, my people were here. A Rorn we made prisoner once told us his people discovered it first. They went into this strange skeleton, and inside were many blocks of very bright stone.\" She pictured quite clearly bars of dully-glinting bullion. Evidently the captive had told his story well."}, {"quote": "\"I believe so.", "context": "Yes, this was the very hulk by which she had been swimming when the shark had attacked her, the shark which had been the cause of the accident. She darted on to show me the very rib upon which her head had struck, stunning her so that she had drifted, unconscious and storm-tossed, to the shore of Mercer's estate.\n\nI studied the wreck. It was battered and tilted on its beam ends, but I could still make out the high poop that marked it as a very old ship.\n\n\"A Spanish galleon, Mercer,\" I conjectured.\n\n\"I believe so.\" And then, in pictured form, for Imee's benefit, \"It has been here while much time passed?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Imee came darting back to us, smiling. \"Since before the Teemorn, my people were here. A Rorn we made prisoner once told us his people discovered it first. They went into this strange skeleton, and inside were many blocks of very bright stone.\" She pictured quite clearly bars of dully-glinting bullion. Evidently the captive had told his story well."}, {"quote": "\"It has been here while much time passed?\"", "context": "Yes, this was the very hulk by which she had been swimming when the shark had attacked her, the shark which had been the cause of the accident. She darted on to show me the very rib upon which her head had struck, stunning her so that she had drifted, unconscious and storm-tossed, to the shore of Mercer's estate.\n\nI studied the wreck. It was battered and tilted on its beam ends, but I could still make out the high poop that marked it as a very old ship.\n\n\"A Spanish galleon, Mercer,\" I conjectured.\n\n\"I believe so.\" And then, in pictured form, for Imee's benefit, \"It has been here while much time passed?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Imee came darting back to us, smiling. \"Since before the Teemorn, my people were here. A Rorn we made prisoner once told us his people discovered it first. They went into this strange skeleton, and inside were many blocks of very bright stone.\" She pictured quite clearly bars of dully-glinting bullion. Evidently the captive had told his story well.\n\n* * * * *\n\n\"These stones, which were so bright, the Rorn took to their city, which is three swims distant"}, {"quote": "\"Since before the Teemorn, my people were here. A Rorn we made prisoner once told us his people discovered it first. They went into this strange skeleton, and inside were many blocks of very bright stone.", "context": "Yes, this was the very hulk by which she had been swimming when the shark had attacked her, the shark which had been the cause of the accident. She darted on to show me the very rib upon which her head had struck, stunning her so that she had drifted, unconscious and storm-tossed, to the shore of Mercer's estate.\n\nI studied the wreck. It was battered and tilted on its beam ends, but I could still make out the high poop that marked it as a very old ship.\n\n\"A Spanish galleon, Mercer,\" I conjectured.\n\n\"I believe so.\" And then, in pictured form, for Imee's benefit, \"It has been here while much time passed?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Imee came darting back to us, smiling. \"Since before the Teemorn, my people were here. A Rorn we made prisoner once told us his people discovered it first. They went into this strange skeleton, and inside were many blocks of very bright stone.\" She pictured quite clearly bars of dully-glinting bullion. Evidently the captive had told his story well.\n\n* * * * *\n\n\"These stones, which were so bright, the Rorn took to their city, which is three swims distant.\" How far that might be, I could not even guess. A swim, it seemed, was the distance a Teemorn could travel before the need for rest became imperative. \"There were many Rorn, and they each took one stone. And of them, they made a house for their leader"}, {"quote": "\"These stones, which were so bright, the Rorn took to their city, which is three swims distant.", "context": "\" And then, in pictured form, for Imee's benefit, \"It has been here while much time passed?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Imee came darting back to us, smiling. \"Since before the Teemorn, my people were here. A Rorn we made prisoner once told us his people discovered it first. They went into this strange skeleton, and inside were many blocks of very bright stone.\" She pictured quite clearly bars of dully-glinting bullion. Evidently the captive had told his story well.\n\n* * * * *\n\n\"These stones, which were so bright, the Rorn took to their city, which is three swims distant.\" How far that might be, I could not even guess. A swim, it seemed, was the distance a Teemorn could travel before the need for rest became imperative. \"There were many Rorn, and they each took one stone. And of them, they made a house for their leader.\" The leader, as she pictured him, being the most hideous travesty of a thing in semi-human form that the mind could imagine: incredibly old and wrinkled and ugly and gray, his noseless face seamed with cunning, his eyes red rimmed and terrible, his teeth gleaming, white and sharp, like fangs."}, {"quote": "\"There were many Rorn, and they each took one stone. And of them, they made a house for their leader.", "context": "\"Since before the Teemorn, my people were here. A Rorn we made prisoner once told us his people discovered it first. They went into this strange skeleton, and inside were many blocks of very bright stone.\" She pictured quite clearly bars of dully-glinting bullion. Evidently the captive had told his story well.\n\n* * * * *\n\n\"These stones, which were so bright, the Rorn took to their city, which is three swims distant.\" How far that might be, I could not even guess. A swim, it seemed, was the distance a Teemorn could travel before the need for rest became imperative. \"There were many Rorn, and they each took one stone. And of them, they made a house for their leader.\" The leader, as she pictured him, being the most hideous travesty of a thing in semi-human form that the mind could imagine: incredibly old and wrinkled and ugly and gray, his noseless face seamed with cunning, his eyes red rimmed and terrible, his teeth gleaming, white and sharp, like fangs.\n\n\"A whole house, except the roof,\" she went on. \"It is there now, and it is gazed at with much admiration by all the Rorn. All this our prisoner told us before we took him, with a rock made fast to him, out over the Place of Darkness. He, too, was very proud of their leader's house.\""}, {"quote": "\"A whole house, except the roof,", "context": "\" How far that might be, I could not even guess. A swim, it seemed, was the distance a Teemorn could travel before the need for rest became imperative. \"There were many Rorn, and they each took one stone. And of them, they made a house for their leader.\" The leader, as she pictured him, being the most hideous travesty of a thing in semi-human form that the mind could imagine: incredibly old and wrinkled and ugly and gray, his noseless face seamed with cunning, his eyes red rimmed and terrible, his teeth gleaming, white and sharp, like fangs.\n\n\"A whole house, except the roof,\" she went on. \"It is there now, and it is gazed at with much admiration by all the Rorn. All this our prisoner told us before we took him, with a rock made fast to him, out over the Place of Darkness. He, too, was very proud of their leader's house.\"\n\n\"Treasure!\" I commented to Mercer. \"If we could find the city of the Rorn, we might make the trip pay for itself!\"\n\nI could sense his wave of amusement."}, {"quote": "\"It is there now, and it is gazed at with much admiration by all the Rorn. All this our prisoner told us before we took him, with a rock made fast to him, out over the Place of Darkness. He, too, was very proud of their leader's house.\"", "context": "\"There were many Rorn, and they each took one stone. And of them, they made a house for their leader.\" The leader, as she pictured him, being the most hideous travesty of a thing in semi-human form that the mind could imagine: incredibly old and wrinkled and ugly and gray, his noseless face seamed with cunning, his eyes red rimmed and terrible, his teeth gleaming, white and sharp, like fangs.\n\n\"A whole house, except the roof,\" she went on. \"It is there now, and it is gazed at with much admiration by all the Rorn. All this our prisoner told us before we took him, with a rock made fast to him, out over the Place of Darkness. He, too, was very proud of their leader's house.\"\n\n\"Treasure!\" I commented to Mercer. \"If we could find the city of the Rorn, we might make the trip pay for itself!\"\n\nI could sense his wave of amusement.\n\n\"I think,\" he replied, \"I'd rather stand it myself. These Rorn don't appeal to me.\"\n\nIt was over half an hour before we were at last free of our diving suits.\n\nThe first thing Captain Bonnett said:\n\n\"We've got to get to the surface, and that quickly. Our air supply is running damnably low. By the time we blow out the tanks we'll be just about out. And foul air will keep us here until we rot. I'm sorry, sir, but that's the way matters stand.\""}, {"quote": "\"If we could find the city of the Rorn, we might make the trip pay for itself!\"", "context": "\" The leader, as she pictured him, being the most hideous travesty of a thing in semi-human form that the mind could imagine: incredibly old and wrinkled and ugly and gray, his noseless face seamed with cunning, his eyes red rimmed and terrible, his teeth gleaming, white and sharp, like fangs.\n\n\"A whole house, except the roof,\" she went on. \"It is there now, and it is gazed at with much admiration by all the Rorn. All this our prisoner told us before we took him, with a rock made fast to him, out over the Place of Darkness. He, too, was very proud of their leader's house.\"\n\n\"Treasure!\" I commented to Mercer. \"If we could find the city of the Rorn, we might make the trip pay for itself!\"\n\nI could sense his wave of amusement.\n\n\"I think,\" he replied, \"I'd rather stand it myself. These Rorn don't appeal to me.\"\n\nIt was over half an hour before we were at last free of our diving suits.\n\nThe first thing Captain Bonnett said:\n\n\"We've got to get to the surface, and that quickly. Our air supply is running damnably low. By the time we blow out the tanks we'll be just about out. And foul air will keep us here until we rot. I'm sorry, sir, but that's the way matters stand.\""}, {"quote": "\"I'd rather stand it myself. These Rorn don't appeal to me.\"", "context": "\"It is there now, and it is gazed at with much admiration by all the Rorn. All this our prisoner told us before we took him, with a rock made fast to him, out over the Place of Darkness. He, too, was very proud of their leader's house.\"\n\n\"Treasure!\" I commented to Mercer. \"If we could find the city of the Rorn, we might make the trip pay for itself!\"\n\nI could sense his wave of amusement.\n\n\"I think,\" he replied, \"I'd rather stand it myself. These Rorn don't appeal to me.\"\n\nIt was over half an hour before we were at last free of our diving suits.\n\nThe first thing Captain Bonnett said:\n\n\"We've got to get to the surface, and that quickly. Our air supply is running damnably low. By the time we blow out the tanks we'll be just about out. And foul air will keep us here until we rot. I'm sorry, sir, but that's the way matters stand.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nMercer, white-faced and ill, stared at him dazedly."}, {"quote": "\"We've got to get to the surface, and that quickly. Our air supply is running damnably low. By the time we blow out the tanks we'll be just about out. And foul air will keep us here until we rot. I'm sorry, sir, but that's the way matters stand.\"", "context": "\"It is there now, and it is gazed at with much admiration by all the Rorn. All this our prisoner told us before we took him, with a rock made fast to him, out over the Place of Darkness. He, too, was very proud of their leader's house.\"\n\n\"Treasure!\" I commented to Mercer. \"If we could find the city of the Rorn, we might make the trip pay for itself!\"\n\nI could sense his wave of amusement.\n\n\"I think,\" he replied, \"I'd rather stand it myself. These Rorn don't appeal to me.\"\n\nIt was over half an hour before we were at last free of our diving suits.\n\nThe first thing Captain Bonnett said:\n\n\"We've got to get to the surface, and that quickly. Our air supply is running damnably low. By the time we blow out the tanks we'll be just about out. And foul air will keep us here until we rot. I'm sorry, sir, but that's the way matters stand.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nMercer, white-faced and ill, stared at him dazedly.\n\n\"Air?\" he repeated groggily -- I knew just how he felt -- \"We should have lots of air. The specifications -- \"\n\n\"But we're dealing with facts, not specifications, sir,\" said Captain Bonnett. \"Another two hours here and we won't leave ever.\"\n\n\"Then it can't be helped, Captain,\" muttered Mercer. \"We'll go up. And back. For more compressed air. We must remember to plot our course exactly. You kept the record on the way out as I instructed you?\""}, {"quote": "\"But we're dealing with facts, not specifications, sir,", "context": "\"We've got to get to the surface, and that quickly. Our air supply is running damnably low. By the time we blow out the tanks we'll be just about out. And foul air will keep us here until we rot. I'm sorry, sir, but that's the way matters stand.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nMercer, white-faced and ill, stared at him dazedly.\n\n\"Air?\" he repeated groggily -- I knew just how he felt -- \"We should have lots of air. The specifications -- \"\n\n\"But we're dealing with facts, not specifications, sir,\" said Captain Bonnett. \"Another two hours here and we won't leave ever.\"\n\n\"Then it can't be helped, Captain,\" muttered Mercer. \"We'll go up. And back. For more compressed air. We must remember to plot our course exactly. You kept the record on the way out as I instructed you?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" said Captain Bonnett.\n\n\"Just a minute, then,\" said Mercer.\n\nWeakly he made his way forward to the little cubbyhole in which was housed the central station of his thought-telegraph. I didn't even inspect the gleaming maze of apparatus. I merely watched him dully as he plugged in an antenna similar to the one we had left with Imee, and adjusted the things on his head."}, {"quote": "\"Another two hours here and we won't leave ever.\"", "context": "\"We've got to get to the surface, and that quickly. Our air supply is running damnably low. By the time we blow out the tanks we'll be just about out. And foul air will keep us here until we rot. I'm sorry, sir, but that's the way matters stand.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nMercer, white-faced and ill, stared at him dazedly.\n\n\"Air?\" he repeated groggily -- I knew just how he felt -- \"We should have lots of air. The specifications -- \"\n\n\"But we're dealing with facts, not specifications, sir,\" said Captain Bonnett. \"Another two hours here and we won't leave ever.\"\n\n\"Then it can't be helped, Captain,\" muttered Mercer. \"We'll go up. And back. For more compressed air. We must remember to plot our course exactly. You kept the record on the way out as I instructed you?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" said Captain Bonnett.\n\n\"Just a minute, then,\" said Mercer.\n\nWeakly he made his way forward to the little cubbyhole in which was housed the central station of his thought-telegraph. I didn't even inspect the gleaming maze of apparatus. I merely watched him dully as he plugged in an antenna similar to the one we had left with Imee, and adjusted the things on his head."}, {"quote": "\"Then it can't be helped, Captain,", "context": "\"We've got to get to the surface, and that quickly. Our air supply is running damnably low. By the time we blow out the tanks we'll be just about out. And foul air will keep us here until we rot. I'm sorry, sir, but that's the way matters stand.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nMercer, white-faced and ill, stared at him dazedly.\n\n\"Air?\" he repeated groggily -- I knew just how he felt -- \"We should have lots of air. The specifications -- \"\n\n\"But we're dealing with facts, not specifications, sir,\" said Captain Bonnett. \"Another two hours here and we won't leave ever.\"\n\n\"Then it can't be helped, Captain,\" muttered Mercer. \"We'll go up. And back. For more compressed air. We must remember to plot our course exactly. You kept the record on the way out as I instructed you?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" said Captain Bonnett.\n\n\"Just a minute, then,\" said Mercer.\n\nWeakly he made his way forward to the little cubbyhole in which was housed the central station of his thought-telegraph. I didn't even inspect the gleaming maze of apparatus. I merely watched him dully as he plugged in an antenna similar to the one we had left with Imee, and adjusted the things on his head."}, {"quote": "\"We'll go up. And back. For more compressed air. We must remember to plot our course exactly. You kept the record on the way out as I instructed you?\"", "context": "\"We've got to get to the surface, and that quickly. Our air supply is running damnably low. By the time we blow out the tanks we'll be just about out. And foul air will keep us here until we rot. I'm sorry, sir, but that's the way matters stand.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nMercer, white-faced and ill, stared at him dazedly.\n\n\"Air?\" he repeated groggily -- I knew just how he felt -- \"We should have lots of air. The specifications -- \"\n\n\"But we're dealing with facts, not specifications, sir,\" said Captain Bonnett. \"Another two hours here and we won't leave ever.\"\n\n\"Then it can't be helped, Captain,\" muttered Mercer. \"We'll go up. And back. For more compressed air. We must remember to plot our course exactly. You kept the record on the way out as I instructed you?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" said Captain Bonnett.\n\n\"Just a minute, then,\" said Mercer.\n\nWeakly he made his way forward to the little cubbyhole in which was housed the central station of his thought-telegraph. I didn't even inspect the gleaming maze of apparatus. I merely watched him dully as he plugged in an antenna similar to the one we had left with Imee, and adjusted the things on his head.\n\n* * * * *\n\nHis eyes brightened instantly. \"She's still wearing her antenna"}, {"quote": "\"Just a minute, then,", "context": "\"Air?\" he repeated groggily -- I knew just how he felt -- \"We should have lots of air. The specifications -- \"\n\n\"But we're dealing with facts, not specifications, sir,\" said Captain Bonnett. \"Another two hours here and we won't leave ever.\"\n\n\"Then it can't be helped, Captain,\" muttered Mercer. \"We'll go up. And back. For more compressed air. We must remember to plot our course exactly. You kept the record on the way out as I instructed you?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" said Captain Bonnett.\n\n\"Just a minute, then,\" said Mercer.\n\nWeakly he made his way forward to the little cubbyhole in which was housed the central station of his thought-telegraph. I didn't even inspect the gleaming maze of apparatus. I merely watched him dully as he plugged in an antenna similar to the one we had left with Imee, and adjusted the things on his head.\n\n* * * * *\n\nHis eyes brightened instantly. \"She's still wearing her antenna,\" he said swiftly over his shoulder. \"I'll tell her that something's happened; we must leave, but that we will return.\""}, {"quote": "\"She's still wearing her antenna,", "context": "\"Yes, sir,\" said Captain Bonnett.\n\n\"Just a minute, then,\" said Mercer.\n\nWeakly he made his way forward to the little cubbyhole in which was housed the central station of his thought-telegraph. I didn't even inspect the gleaming maze of apparatus. I merely watched him dully as he plugged in an antenna similar to the one we had left with Imee, and adjusted the things on his head.\n\n* * * * *\n\nHis eyes brightened instantly. \"She's still wearing her antenna,\" he said swiftly over his shoulder. \"I'll tell her that something's happened; we must leave, but that we will return.\"\n\nHe sat there, frowning intently for a moment, and then dragged the antenna wearily from his head. He touched a switch somewhere, and several softly glowing bulbs turned slowly red and then dark.\n\n\"You and I,\" he groaned, \"had better go to bed. We overdid it. She understands, I think. Terribly sorry, terribly disappointed. Some sort of celebration planned, I gather. Captain Bonnett!\""}, {"quote": "\"I'll tell her that something's happened; we must leave, but that we will return.\"", "context": "\" said Mercer.\n\nWeakly he made his way forward to the little cubbyhole in which was housed the central station of his thought-telegraph. I didn't even inspect the gleaming maze of apparatus. I merely watched him dully as he plugged in an antenna similar to the one we had left with Imee, and adjusted the things on his head.\n\n* * * * *\n\nHis eyes brightened instantly. \"She's still wearing her antenna,\" he said swiftly over his shoulder. \"I'll tell her that something's happened; we must leave, but that we will return.\"\n\nHe sat there, frowning intently for a moment, and then dragged the antenna wearily from his head. He touched a switch somewhere, and several softly glowing bulbs turned slowly red and then dark.\n\n\"You and I,\" he groaned, \"had better go to bed. We overdid it. She understands, I think. Terribly sorry, terribly disappointed. Some sort of celebration planned, I gather. Captain Bonnett!\"\n\n\"Yes, sir?\"\n\n\"You may proceed now as you think best,\" said Mercer."}, {"quote": "\"had better go to bed. We overdid it. She understands, I think. Terribly sorry, terribly disappointed. Some sort of celebration planned, I gather. Captain Bonnett!\"", "context": "Weakly he made his way forward to the little cubbyhole in which was housed the central station of his thought-telegraph. I didn't even inspect the gleaming maze of apparatus. I merely watched him dully as he plugged in an antenna similar to the one we had left with Imee, and adjusted the things on his head.\n\n* * * * *\n\nHis eyes brightened instantly. \"She's still wearing her antenna,\" he said swiftly over his shoulder. \"I'll tell her that something's happened; we must leave, but that we will return.\"\n\nHe sat there, frowning intently for a moment, and then dragged the antenna wearily from his head. He touched a switch somewhere, and several softly glowing bulbs turned slowly red and then dark.\n\n\"You and I,\" he groaned, \"had better go to bed. We overdid it. She understands, I think. Terribly sorry, terribly disappointed. Some sort of celebration planned, I gather. Captain Bonnett!\"\n\n\"Yes, sir?\"\n\n\"You may proceed now as you think best,\" said Mercer. \"We're retiring. Be sure and chart the course back, so we may locate this spot again.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir!\" said Captain Bonnett.\n\n* * * * *\n\nWhen I awoke we were at anchor, our deck barely awash, before the deserted beach of Mercer's estate. Still feeling none too well, Mercer and I made our way to the narrow deck.\n\nCaptain Bonnett was waiting for us, spruce in his blue uniform, his shoulders bowed as always."}, {"quote": "\"You may proceed now as you think best,", "context": "\"I'll tell her that something's happened; we must leave, but that we will return.\"\n\nHe sat there, frowning intently for a moment, and then dragged the antenna wearily from his head. He touched a switch somewhere, and several softly glowing bulbs turned slowly red and then dark.\n\n\"You and I,\" he groaned, \"had better go to bed. We overdid it. She understands, I think. Terribly sorry, terribly disappointed. Some sort of celebration planned, I gather. Captain Bonnett!\"\n\n\"Yes, sir?\"\n\n\"You may proceed now as you think best,\" said Mercer. \"We're retiring. Be sure and chart the course back, so we may locate this spot again.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir!\" said Captain Bonnett.\n\n* * * * *\n\nWhen I awoke we were at anchor, our deck barely awash, before the deserted beach of Mercer's estate. Still feeling none too well, Mercer and I made our way to the narrow deck.\n\nCaptain Bonnett was waiting for us, spruce in his blue uniform, his shoulders bowed as always.\n\n\"Good morning, gentlemen,\" he offered, smiling crisply."}, {"quote": "\"We're retiring. Be sure and chart the course back, so we may locate this spot again.\"", "context": "He sat there, frowning intently for a moment, and then dragged the antenna wearily from his head. He touched a switch somewhere, and several softly glowing bulbs turned slowly red and then dark.\n\n\"You and I,\" he groaned, \"had better go to bed. We overdid it. She understands, I think. Terribly sorry, terribly disappointed. Some sort of celebration planned, I gather. Captain Bonnett!\"\n\n\"Yes, sir?\"\n\n\"You may proceed now as you think best,\" said Mercer. \"We're retiring. Be sure and chart the course back, so we may locate this spot again.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir!\" said Captain Bonnett.\n\n* * * * *\n\nWhen I awoke we were at anchor, our deck barely awash, before the deserted beach of Mercer's estate. Still feeling none too well, Mercer and I made our way to the narrow deck.\n\nCaptain Bonnett was waiting for us, spruce in his blue uniform, his shoulders bowed as always.\n\n\"Good morning, gentlemen,\" he offered, smiling crisply. \"The open air seems good, doesn't it?\"\n\nIt did. There was a fresh breeze blowing in from the Atlantic, and I filled my lungs gratefully. I had not realized until that instant just how foul the air below had been."}, {"quote": "\"The open air seems good, doesn't it?\"", "context": "\"We're retiring. Be sure and chart the course back, so we may locate this spot again.\"\n\n\"Yes, sir!\" said Captain Bonnett.\n\n* * * * *\n\nWhen I awoke we were at anchor, our deck barely awash, before the deserted beach of Mercer's estate. Still feeling none too well, Mercer and I made our way to the narrow deck.\n\nCaptain Bonnett was waiting for us, spruce in his blue uniform, his shoulders bowed as always.\n\n\"Good morning, gentlemen,\" he offered, smiling crisply. \"The open air seems good, doesn't it?\"\n\nIt did. There was a fresh breeze blowing in from the Atlantic, and I filled my lungs gratefully. I had not realized until that instant just how foul the air below had been.\n\n\"Very fine, Captain,\" said Mercer, nodding. \"You have signaled the men on shore to send out a boat to take us off?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir; I believe they're launching her now.\"\n\n\"And the chart of our course -- did the return trip check with the other?\"\n\n\"Perfectly, sir.\" Captain Bonnett reached in an inner pocket of his double-breasted coat, extracted two folded pages, and extended them, with a little bow, to Mercer."}, {"quote": "\"Very fine, Captain,", "context": "When I awoke we were at anchor, our deck barely awash, before the deserted beach of Mercer's estate. Still feeling none too well, Mercer and I made our way to the narrow deck.\n\nCaptain Bonnett was waiting for us, spruce in his blue uniform, his shoulders bowed as always.\n\n\"Good morning, gentlemen,\" he offered, smiling crisply. \"The open air seems good, doesn't it?\"\n\nIt did. There was a fresh breeze blowing in from the Atlantic, and I filled my lungs gratefully. I had not realized until that instant just how foul the air below had been.\n\n\"Very fine, Captain,\" said Mercer, nodding. \"You have signaled the men on shore to send out a boat to take us off?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir; I believe they're launching her now.\"\n\n\"And the chart of our course -- did the return trip check with the other?\"\n\n\"Perfectly, sir.\" Captain Bonnett reached in an inner pocket of his double-breasted coat, extracted two folded pages, and extended them, with a little bow, to Mercer.\n\nJust as Mercer's eager fingers touched the precious papers, however, the wind whisked them from Bonnett's grasp and whirled them into the water."}, {"quote": "\"You have signaled the men on shore to send out a boat to take us off?\"", "context": "When I awoke we were at anchor, our deck barely awash, before the deserted beach of Mercer's estate. Still feeling none too well, Mercer and I made our way to the narrow deck.\n\nCaptain Bonnett was waiting for us, spruce in his blue uniform, his shoulders bowed as always.\n\n\"Good morning, gentlemen,\" he offered, smiling crisply. \"The open air seems good, doesn't it?\"\n\nIt did. There was a fresh breeze blowing in from the Atlantic, and I filled my lungs gratefully. I had not realized until that instant just how foul the air below had been.\n\n\"Very fine, Captain,\" said Mercer, nodding. \"You have signaled the men on shore to send out a boat to take us off?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir; I believe they're launching her now.\"\n\n\"And the chart of our course -- did the return trip check with the other?\"\n\n\"Perfectly, sir.\" Captain Bonnett reached in an inner pocket of his double-breasted coat, extracted two folded pages, and extended them, with a little bow, to Mercer.\n\nJust as Mercer's eager fingers touched the precious papers, however, the wind whisked them from Bonnett's grasp and whirled them into the water.\n\nBonnett gasped and gazed after them for a split second; then, barely pausing to tear off his coat, he plunged over the side."}, {"quote": "\"Yes, sir; I believe they're launching her now.\"", "context": "Captain Bonnett was waiting for us, spruce in his blue uniform, his shoulders bowed as always.\n\n\"Good morning, gentlemen,\" he offered, smiling crisply. \"The open air seems good, doesn't it?\"\n\nIt did. There was a fresh breeze blowing in from the Atlantic, and I filled my lungs gratefully. I had not realized until that instant just how foul the air below had been.\n\n\"Very fine, Captain,\" said Mercer, nodding. \"You have signaled the men on shore to send out a boat to take us off?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir; I believe they're launching her now.\"\n\n\"And the chart of our course -- did the return trip check with the other?\"\n\n\"Perfectly, sir.\" Captain Bonnett reached in an inner pocket of his double-breasted coat, extracted two folded pages, and extended them, with a little bow, to Mercer.\n\nJust as Mercer's eager fingers touched the precious papers, however, the wind whisked them from Bonnett's grasp and whirled them into the water.\n\nBonnett gasped and gazed after them for a split second; then, barely pausing to tear off his coat, he plunged over the side."}, {"quote": "\"And the chart of our course -- did the return trip check with the other?\"", "context": "\"Good morning, gentlemen,\" he offered, smiling crisply. \"The open air seems good, doesn't it?\"\n\nIt did. There was a fresh breeze blowing in from the Atlantic, and I filled my lungs gratefully. I had not realized until that instant just how foul the air below had been.\n\n\"Very fine, Captain,\" said Mercer, nodding. \"You have signaled the men on shore to send out a boat to take us off?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir; I believe they're launching her now.\"\n\n\"And the chart of our course -- did the return trip check with the other?\"\n\n\"Perfectly, sir.\" Captain Bonnett reached in an inner pocket of his double-breasted coat, extracted two folded pages, and extended them, with a little bow, to Mercer.\n\nJust as Mercer's eager fingers touched the precious papers, however, the wind whisked them from Bonnett's grasp and whirled them into the water.\n\nBonnett gasped and gazed after them for a split second; then, barely pausing to tear off his coat, he plunged over the side."}, {"quote": "\"I'm sorry, sir,", "context": "Just as Mercer's eager fingers touched the precious papers, however, the wind whisked them from Bonnett's grasp and whirled them into the water.\n\nBonnett gasped and gazed after them for a split second; then, barely pausing to tear off his coat, he plunged over the side.\n\n* * * * *\n\nHe tried desperately, but before he could reach either one of the tossing white specks, they were washed beneath the surface and disappeared. Ten minutes later, his uniform bedraggled and shapeless, he pulled himself on deck.\n\n\"I'm sorry, sir,\" he gasped, out of breath. \"Sorrier than I can say. I tried -- \"\n\nMercer, white-faced and struggling with his emotions, looked down and turned away.\n\n\"You don't remember the bearings, I suppose?\" he ventured tonelessly.\n\n\"I'm sorry -- no.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Captain, for trying so hard to recover the papers,\" said Mercer. \"You'd better change at once; the wind is sharp.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe captain bowed and disappeared down the conning tower. Then Mercer turned to me, and a smile struggled for life."}, {"quote": "\"You don't remember the bearings, I suppose?", "context": "Bonnett gasped and gazed after them for a split second; then, barely pausing to tear off his coat, he plunged over the side.\n\n* * * * *\n\nHe tried desperately, but before he could reach either one of the tossing white specks, they were washed beneath the surface and disappeared. Ten minutes later, his uniform bedraggled and shapeless, he pulled himself on deck.\n\n\"I'm sorry, sir,\" he gasped, out of breath. \"Sorrier than I can say. I tried -- \"\n\nMercer, white-faced and struggling with his emotions, looked down and turned away.\n\n\"You don't remember the bearings, I suppose?\" he ventured tonelessly.\n\n\"I'm sorry -- no.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Captain, for trying so hard to recover the papers,\" said Mercer. \"You'd better change at once; the wind is sharp.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe captain bowed and disappeared down the conning tower. Then Mercer turned to me, and a smile struggled for life.\n\n\"Well, Taylor, we helped her out, anyway,\" he said slowly. \"I'm sorry that -- that Imee will misunderstand when we don't come back.\""}, {"quote": "\"I'm sorry -- no.\"", "context": "He tried desperately, but before he could reach either one of the tossing white specks, they were washed beneath the surface and disappeared. Ten minutes later, his uniform bedraggled and shapeless, he pulled himself on deck.\n\n\"I'm sorry, sir,\" he gasped, out of breath. \"Sorrier than I can say. I tried -- \"\n\nMercer, white-faced and struggling with his emotions, looked down and turned away.\n\n\"You don't remember the bearings, I suppose?\" he ventured tonelessly.\n\n\"I'm sorry -- no.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Captain, for trying so hard to recover the papers,\" said Mercer. \"You'd better change at once; the wind is sharp.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe captain bowed and disappeared down the conning tower. Then Mercer turned to me, and a smile struggled for life.\n\n\"Well, Taylor, we helped her out, anyway,\" he said slowly. \"I'm sorry that -- that Imee will misunderstand when we don't come back.\"\n\n\"But, Mercer,\" I said swiftly, \"perhaps we'll be able to find our way back to her. You thought before, you know, that -- \""}, {"quote": "\"Thank you, Captain, for trying so hard to recover the papers,", "context": "He tried desperately, but before he could reach either one of the tossing white specks, they were washed beneath the surface and disappeared. Ten minutes later, his uniform bedraggled and shapeless, he pulled himself on deck.\n\n\"I'm sorry, sir,\" he gasped, out of breath. \"Sorrier than I can say. I tried -- \"\n\nMercer, white-faced and struggling with his emotions, looked down and turned away.\n\n\"You don't remember the bearings, I suppose?\" he ventured tonelessly.\n\n\"I'm sorry -- no.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Captain, for trying so hard to recover the papers,\" said Mercer. \"You'd better change at once; the wind is sharp.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe captain bowed and disappeared down the conning tower. Then Mercer turned to me, and a smile struggled for life.\n\n\"Well, Taylor, we helped her out, anyway,\" he said slowly. \"I'm sorry that -- that Imee will misunderstand when we don't come back.\"\n\n\"But, Mercer,\" I said swiftly, \"perhaps we'll be able to find our way back to her. You thought before, you know, that -- \""}, {"quote": "\"You'd better change at once; the wind is sharp.\"", "context": "He tried desperately, but before he could reach either one of the tossing white specks, they were washed beneath the surface and disappeared. Ten minutes later, his uniform bedraggled and shapeless, he pulled himself on deck.\n\n\"I'm sorry, sir,\" he gasped, out of breath. \"Sorrier than I can say. I tried -- \"\n\nMercer, white-faced and struggling with his emotions, looked down and turned away.\n\n\"You don't remember the bearings, I suppose?\" he ventured tonelessly.\n\n\"I'm sorry -- no.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Captain, for trying so hard to recover the papers,\" said Mercer. \"You'd better change at once; the wind is sharp.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe captain bowed and disappeared down the conning tower. Then Mercer turned to me, and a smile struggled for life.\n\n\"Well, Taylor, we helped her out, anyway,\" he said slowly. \"I'm sorry that -- that Imee will misunderstand when we don't come back.\"\n\n\"But, Mercer,\" I said swiftly, \"perhaps we'll be able to find our way back to her. You thought before, you know, that -- \"\n\n\"But I can see now what an utterly wild-goose chase it would have been"}, {"quote": "\"Well, Taylor, we helped her out, anyway,", "context": "\" he gasped, out of breath. \"Sorrier than I can say. I tried -- \"\n\nMercer, white-faced and struggling with his emotions, looked down and turned away.\n\n\"You don't remember the bearings, I suppose?\" he ventured tonelessly.\n\n\"I'm sorry -- no.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Captain, for trying so hard to recover the papers,\" said Mercer. \"You'd better change at once; the wind is sharp.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe captain bowed and disappeared down the conning tower. Then Mercer turned to me, and a smile struggled for life.\n\n\"Well, Taylor, we helped her out, anyway,\" he said slowly. \"I'm sorry that -- that Imee will misunderstand when we don't come back.\"\n\n\"But, Mercer,\" I said swiftly, \"perhaps we'll be able to find our way back to her. You thought before, you know, that -- \"\n\n\"But I can see now what an utterly wild-goose chase it would have been.\" Mercer shook his head slowly. \"No, old friend, it would be impossible. And -- Imee will not come again to guide us; she will think we have deserted her. An"}, {"quote": "\"I'm sorry that -- that Imee will misunderstand when we don't come back.\"", "context": "Mercer, white-faced and struggling with his emotions, looked down and turned away.\n\n\"You don't remember the bearings, I suppose?\" he ventured tonelessly.\n\n\"I'm sorry -- no.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Captain, for trying so hard to recover the papers,\" said Mercer. \"You'd better change at once; the wind is sharp.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe captain bowed and disappeared down the conning tower. Then Mercer turned to me, and a smile struggled for life.\n\n\"Well, Taylor, we helped her out, anyway,\" he said slowly. \"I'm sorry that -- that Imee will misunderstand when we don't come back.\"\n\n\"But, Mercer,\" I said swiftly, \"perhaps we'll be able to find our way back to her. You thought before, you know, that -- \"\n\n\"But I can see now what an utterly wild-goose chase it would have been.\" Mercer shook his head slowly. \"No, old friend, it would be impossible. And -- Imee will not come again to guide us; she will think we have deserted her. And\" -- he smiled slowly up into my eyes -- \"perhaps it is as well. After all, the photographs and the data I wanted would do the world no practical good. We did Imee and her people a good turn; let's content ourselves with that. I, for one, am satisfied.\""}, {"quote": "\"But I can see now what an utterly wild-goose chase it would have been.", "context": "\"You'd better change at once; the wind is sharp.\"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThe captain bowed and disappeared down the conning tower. Then Mercer turned to me, and a smile struggled for life.\n\n\"Well, Taylor, we helped her out, anyway,\" he said slowly. \"I'm sorry that -- that Imee will misunderstand when we don't come back.\"\n\n\"But, Mercer,\" I said swiftly, \"perhaps we'll be able to find our way back to her. You thought before, you know, that -- \"\n\n\"But I can see now what an utterly wild-goose chase it would have been.\" Mercer shook his head slowly. \"No, old friend, it would be impossible. And -- Imee will not come again to guide us; she will think we have deserted her. And\" -- he smiled slowly up into my eyes -- \"perhaps it is as well. After all, the photographs and the data I wanted would do the world no practical good. We did Imee and her people a good turn; let's content ourselves with that. I, for one, am satisfied.\"\n\n\"And I, old timer,\" I said, placing my hand affectionately upon his shoulder. \"Here's the boat. Shall we go ashore?\""}, {"quote": "\"No, old friend, it would be impossible. And -- Imee will not come again to guide us; she will think we have deserted her. And", "context": "The captain bowed and disappeared down the conning tower. Then Mercer turned to me, and a smile struggled for life.\n\n\"Well, Taylor, we helped her out, anyway,\" he said slowly. \"I'm sorry that -- that Imee will misunderstand when we don't come back.\"\n\n\"But, Mercer,\" I said swiftly, \"perhaps we'll be able to find our way back to her. You thought before, you know, that -- \"\n\n\"But I can see now what an utterly wild-goose chase it would have been.\" Mercer shook his head slowly. \"No, old friend, it would be impossible. And -- Imee will not come again to guide us; she will think we have deserted her. And\" -- he smiled slowly up into my eyes -- \"perhaps it is as well. After all, the photographs and the data I wanted would do the world no practical good. We did Imee and her people a good turn; let's content ourselves with that. I, for one, am satisfied.\"\n\n\"And I, old timer,\" I said, placing my hand affectionately upon his shoulder. \"Here's the boat. Shall we go ashore?\"\n\nWe did go ashore, silently. And as we got out of the boat, and set foot again upon the sand, we both turned and looked out across the smiling Atlantic, dancing brightly in the sun."}, {"quote": "\"I hear that Helga and Leif are fond of each other,", "context": "That winter Olmod visited Atle Jarl at Gaulum. In doing so he fulfilled an old promise. He knew that Leif and Ingolf had been on a Viking expedition with Atle's sons the previous summer. It had suddenly occurred to him that he knew Atle's sons too little.\n\nDuring his visit to Gaulum, Olmod gave such close attention to Atle's sons that he actually came to over-hear a conversation between Haersten and Holmsten which they did not intend him or any one else to hear.\n\n\"I hear that Helga and Leif are fond of each other,\" said Haersten.\n\n\"That sounds hard to believe,\" answered Holmsten.\n\n\"Women's taste is often strange,\" continued Haersten. \"Did you see, also, brother, that Leif threw a spear overboard at Hisargavl?\"\n\n\"Why did you not tell me that before?\"\n\n\"Because it has only just occurred to me that Leif regretted the use he had once made of that spear.\"\n\n\"With my good will I shall not give Leif reason to deprive himself of many more weapons"}, {"quote": "\"That sounds hard to believe,", "context": "That winter Olmod visited Atle Jarl at Gaulum. In doing so he fulfilled an old promise. He knew that Leif and Ingolf had been on a Viking expedition with Atle's sons the previous summer. It had suddenly occurred to him that he knew Atle's sons too little.\n\nDuring his visit to Gaulum, Olmod gave such close attention to Atle's sons that he actually came to over-hear a conversation between Haersten and Holmsten which they did not intend him or any one else to hear.\n\n\"I hear that Helga and Leif are fond of each other,\" said Haersten.\n\n\"That sounds hard to believe,\" answered Holmsten.\n\n\"Women's taste is often strange,\" continued Haersten. \"Did you see, also, brother, that Leif threw a spear overboard at Hisargavl?\"\n\n\"Why did you not tell me that before?\"\n\n\"Because it has only just occurred to me that Leif regretted the use he had once made of that spear.\"\n\n\"With my good will I shall not give Leif reason to deprive himself of many more weapons,\" said Holmsten gloomily."}, {"quote": "\"Women's taste is often strange,", "context": "That winter Olmod visited Atle Jarl at Gaulum. In doing so he fulfilled an old promise. He knew that Leif and Ingolf had been on a Viking expedition with Atle's sons the previous summer. It had suddenly occurred to him that he knew Atle's sons too little.\n\nDuring his visit to Gaulum, Olmod gave such close attention to Atle's sons that he actually came to over-hear a conversation between Haersten and Holmsten which they did not intend him or any one else to hear.\n\n\"I hear that Helga and Leif are fond of each other,\" said Haersten.\n\n\"That sounds hard to believe,\" answered Holmsten.\n\n\"Women's taste is often strange,\" continued Haersten. \"Did you see, also, brother, that Leif threw a spear overboard at Hisargavl?\"\n\n\"Why did you not tell me that before?\"\n\n\"Because it has only just occurred to me that Leif regretted the use he had once made of that spear.\"\n\n\"With my good will I shall not give Leif reason to deprive himself of many more weapons,\" said Holmsten gloomily. \"It would be rather after my mind to take care that he finds full use for all his weapons.\""}, {"quote": "\"Did you see, also, brother, that Leif threw a spear overboard at Hisargavl?\"", "context": "That winter Olmod visited Atle Jarl at Gaulum. In doing so he fulfilled an old promise. He knew that Leif and Ingolf had been on a Viking expedition with Atle's sons the previous summer. It had suddenly occurred to him that he knew Atle's sons too little.\n\nDuring his visit to Gaulum, Olmod gave such close attention to Atle's sons that he actually came to over-hear a conversation between Haersten and Holmsten which they did not intend him or any one else to hear.\n\n\"I hear that Helga and Leif are fond of each other,\" said Haersten.\n\n\"That sounds hard to believe,\" answered Holmsten.\n\n\"Women's taste is often strange,\" continued Haersten. \"Did you see, also, brother, that Leif threw a spear overboard at Hisargavl?\"\n\n\"Why did you not tell me that before?\"\n\n\"Because it has only just occurred to me that Leif regretted the use he had once made of that spear.\"\n\n\"With my good will I shall not give Leif reason to deprive himself of many more weapons,\" said Holmsten gloomily. \"It would be rather after my mind to take care that he finds full use for all his weapons.\"\n\nOlmod had heard enough. Now he knew what Leif's friends were. Shortly after overhearing this conversation he departed. He directed his way towards Orn's house, and was welcomed by Orn and the brothers. When he had stayed a week in the house, he prepared to go farther. Before doing so, he talked confidentially with Ingolf."}, {"quote": "\"Why did you not tell me that before?\"", "context": "During his visit to Gaulum, Olmod gave such close attention to Atle's sons that he actually came to over-hear a conversation between Haersten and Holmsten which they did not intend him or any one else to hear.\n\n\"I hear that Helga and Leif are fond of each other,\" said Haersten.\n\n\"That sounds hard to believe,\" answered Holmsten.\n\n\"Women's taste is often strange,\" continued Haersten. \"Did you see, also, brother, that Leif threw a spear overboard at Hisargavl?\"\n\n\"Why did you not tell me that before?\"\n\n\"Because it has only just occurred to me that Leif regretted the use he had once made of that spear.\"\n\n\"With my good will I shall not give Leif reason to deprive himself of many more weapons,\" said Holmsten gloomily. \"It would be rather after my mind to take care that he finds full use for all his weapons.\"\n\nOlmod had heard enough. Now he knew what Leif's friends were. Shortly after overhearing this conversation he departed. He directed his way towards Orn's house, and was welcomed by Orn and the brothers. When he had stayed a week in the house, he prepared to go farther. Before doing so, he talked confidentially with Ingolf."}, {"quote": "\"Because it has only just occurred to me that Leif regretted the use he had once made of that spear.\"", "context": "During his visit to Gaulum, Olmod gave such close attention to Atle's sons that he actually came to over-hear a conversation between Haersten and Holmsten which they did not intend him or any one else to hear.\n\n\"I hear that Helga and Leif are fond of each other,\" said Haersten.\n\n\"That sounds hard to believe,\" answered Holmsten.\n\n\"Women's taste is often strange,\" continued Haersten. \"Did you see, also, brother, that Leif threw a spear overboard at Hisargavl?\"\n\n\"Why did you not tell me that before?\"\n\n\"Because it has only just occurred to me that Leif regretted the use he had once made of that spear.\"\n\n\"With my good will I shall not give Leif reason to deprive himself of many more weapons,\" said Holmsten gloomily. \"It would be rather after my mind to take care that he finds full use for all his weapons.\"\n\nOlmod had heard enough. Now he knew what Leif's friends were. Shortly after overhearing this conversation he departed. He directed his way towards Orn's house, and was welcomed by Orn and the brothers. When he had stayed a week in the house, he prepared to go farther. Before doing so, he talked confidentially with Ingolf."}, {"quote": "\"With my good will I shall not give Leif reason to deprive himself of many more weapons,", "context": "During his visit to Gaulum, Olmod gave such close attention to Atle's sons that he actually came to over-hear a conversation between Haersten and Holmsten which they did not intend him or any one else to hear.\n\n\"I hear that Helga and Leif are fond of each other,\" said Haersten.\n\n\"That sounds hard to believe,\" answered Holmsten.\n\n\"Women's taste is often strange,\" continued Haersten. \"Did you see, also, brother, that Leif threw a spear overboard at Hisargavl?\"\n\n\"Why did you not tell me that before?\"\n\n\"Because it has only just occurred to me that Leif regretted the use he had once made of that spear.\"\n\n\"With my good will I shall not give Leif reason to deprive himself of many more weapons,\" said Holmsten gloomily. \"It would be rather after my mind to take care that he finds full use for all his weapons.\"\n\nOlmod had heard enough. Now he knew what Leif's friends were. Shortly after overhearing this conversation he departed. He directed his way towards Orn's house, and was welcomed by Orn and the brothers. When he had stayed a week in the house, he prepared to go farther. Before doing so, he talked confidentially with Ingolf.\n\n\"Don't take it ill if I mix in your affairs, Ingolf. I begin to get old, and old men are talkative. I only wish to remind you that Atle's sons, whom you and Leif have invited to the feast this winter, are powerful chiefs, and that it will be advisable for you to show them all possible honour -- among other things, by inviting as many of your kinsfolk and friends to the feast as you can"}, {"quote": "\"It would be rather after my mind to take care that he finds full use for all his weapons.\"", "context": "\" answered Holmsten.\n\n\"Women's taste is often strange,\" continued Haersten. \"Did you see, also, brother, that Leif threw a spear overboard at Hisargavl?\"\n\n\"Why did you not tell me that before?\"\n\n\"Because it has only just occurred to me that Leif regretted the use he had once made of that spear.\"\n\n\"With my good will I shall not give Leif reason to deprive himself of many more weapons,\" said Holmsten gloomily. \"It would be rather after my mind to take care that he finds full use for all his weapons.\"\n\nOlmod had heard enough. Now he knew what Leif's friends were. Shortly after overhearing this conversation he departed. He directed his way towards Orn's house, and was welcomed by Orn and the brothers. When he had stayed a week in the house, he prepared to go farther. Before doing so, he talked confidentially with Ingolf.\n\n\"Don't take it ill if I mix in your affairs, Ingolf. I begin to get old, and old men are talkative. I only wish to remind you that Atle's sons, whom you and Leif have invited to the feast this winter, are powerful chiefs, and that it will be advisable for you to show them all possible honour -- among other things, by inviting as many of your kinsfolk and friends to the feast as you can"}, {"quote": "\"Don't take it ill if I mix in your affairs, Ingolf. I begin to get old, and old men are talkative. I only wish to remind you that Atle's sons, whom you and Leif have invited to the feast this winter, are powerful chiefs, and that it will be advisable for you to show them all possible honour -- among other things, by inviting as many of your kinsfolk and friends to the feast as you can.", "context": "\" said Holmsten gloomily. \"It would be rather after my mind to take care that he finds full use for all his weapons.\"\n\nOlmod had heard enough. Now he knew what Leif's friends were. Shortly after overhearing this conversation he departed. He directed his way towards Orn's house, and was welcomed by Orn and the brothers. When he had stayed a week in the house, he prepared to go farther. Before doing so, he talked confidentially with Ingolf.\n\n\"Don't take it ill if I mix in your affairs, Ingolf. I begin to get old, and old men are talkative. I only wish to remind you that Atle's sons, whom you and Leif have invited to the feast this winter, are powerful chiefs, and that it will be advisable for you to show them all possible honour -- among other things, by inviting as many of your kinsfolk and friends to the feast as you can.\" Ingolf remained silent after Olmod had spoken. He looked attentively at him. Olmod met his look with a smile. His smile was quiet and experienced. Ingolf became suddenly aware that he had more than a guest in Olmod.\n\n\"You come from Gaulum,\" he said in a low tone and thoughtfully. \"Is that your advice?\"\n\n\"That is my advice,\" answered Olmod, with a firmness in his voice which left no doubt as to his seriousness. And he added, as though casually:"}, {"quote": "\"You come from Gaulum,", "context": "\"Don't take it ill if I mix in your affairs, Ingolf. I begin to get old, and old men are talkative. I only wish to remind you that Atle's sons, whom you and Leif have invited to the feast this winter, are powerful chiefs, and that it will be advisable for you to show them all possible honour -- among other things, by inviting as many of your kinsfolk and friends to the feast as you can.\" Ingolf remained silent after Olmod had spoken. He looked attentively at him. Olmod met his look with a smile. His smile was quiet and experienced. Ingolf became suddenly aware that he had more than a guest in Olmod.\n\n\"You come from Gaulum,\" he said in a low tone and thoughtfully. \"Is that your advice?\"\n\n\"That is my advice,\" answered Olmod, with a firmness in his voice which left no doubt as to his seriousness. And he added, as though casually: \"Haasten is only one of Atle's sons.\"\n\n\"Have you talked with Leif on this subject?\" Ingolf asked suddenly.\n\nOlmod the Old said only: \"I know my kinsman, Leif. And I know you, too, Ingolf.\""}, {"quote": "\"Is that your advice?\"", "context": "\"Don't take it ill if I mix in your affairs, Ingolf. I begin to get old, and old men are talkative. I only wish to remind you that Atle's sons, whom you and Leif have invited to the feast this winter, are powerful chiefs, and that it will be advisable for you to show them all possible honour -- among other things, by inviting as many of your kinsfolk and friends to the feast as you can.\" Ingolf remained silent after Olmod had spoken. He looked attentively at him. Olmod met his look with a smile. His smile was quiet and experienced. Ingolf became suddenly aware that he had more than a guest in Olmod.\n\n\"You come from Gaulum,\" he said in a low tone and thoughtfully. \"Is that your advice?\"\n\n\"That is my advice,\" answered Olmod, with a firmness in his voice which left no doubt as to his seriousness. And he added, as though casually: \"Haasten is only one of Atle's sons.\"\n\n\"Have you talked with Leif on this subject?\" Ingolf asked suddenly.\n\nOlmod the Old said only: \"I know my kinsman, Leif. And I know you, too, Ingolf.\"\n\nIngolf gave Olmod some handsome presents on his departure and escorted him part of the way."}, {"quote": "\"That is my advice,", "context": "\"Don't take it ill if I mix in your affairs, Ingolf. I begin to get old, and old men are talkative. I only wish to remind you that Atle's sons, whom you and Leif have invited to the feast this winter, are powerful chiefs, and that it will be advisable for you to show them all possible honour -- among other things, by inviting as many of your kinsfolk and friends to the feast as you can.\" Ingolf remained silent after Olmod had spoken. He looked attentively at him. Olmod met his look with a smile. His smile was quiet and experienced. Ingolf became suddenly aware that he had more than a guest in Olmod.\n\n\"You come from Gaulum,\" he said in a low tone and thoughtfully. \"Is that your advice?\"\n\n\"That is my advice,\" answered Olmod, with a firmness in his voice which left no doubt as to his seriousness. And he added, as though casually: \"Haasten is only one of Atle's sons.\"\n\n\"Have you talked with Leif on this subject?\" Ingolf asked suddenly.\n\nOlmod the Old said only: \"I know my kinsman, Leif. And I know you, too, Ingolf.\"\n\nIngolf gave Olmod some handsome presents on his departure and escorted him part of the way."}, {"quote": "\"Haasten is only one of Atle's sons.\"", "context": "\" Ingolf remained silent after Olmod had spoken. He looked attentively at him. Olmod met his look with a smile. His smile was quiet and experienced. Ingolf became suddenly aware that he had more than a guest in Olmod.\n\n\"You come from Gaulum,\" he said in a low tone and thoughtfully. \"Is that your advice?\"\n\n\"That is my advice,\" answered Olmod, with a firmness in his voice which left no doubt as to his seriousness. And he added, as though casually: \"Haasten is only one of Atle's sons.\"\n\n\"Have you talked with Leif on this subject?\" Ingolf asked suddenly.\n\nOlmod the Old said only: \"I know my kinsman, Leif. And I know you, too, Ingolf.\"\n\nIngolf gave Olmod some handsome presents on his departure and escorted him part of the way.\n\nOn the first day of the month of Goi, Atle's sons came with a large retinue to Orn's house. Ingolf had followed Olmod the Old's advice, and invited a large circle of his own and Leif's friends to the feast for Atle's sons. When Haasten saw how many were invited to the feast, he said to Ingolf, with a smile:"}, {"quote": "\"Have you talked with Leif on this subject?", "context": "\" Ingolf remained silent after Olmod had spoken. He looked attentively at him. Olmod met his look with a smile. His smile was quiet and experienced. Ingolf became suddenly aware that he had more than a guest in Olmod.\n\n\"You come from Gaulum,\" he said in a low tone and thoughtfully. \"Is that your advice?\"\n\n\"That is my advice,\" answered Olmod, with a firmness in his voice which left no doubt as to his seriousness. And he added, as though casually: \"Haasten is only one of Atle's sons.\"\n\n\"Have you talked with Leif on this subject?\" Ingolf asked suddenly.\n\nOlmod the Old said only: \"I know my kinsman, Leif. And I know you, too, Ingolf.\"\n\nIngolf gave Olmod some handsome presents on his departure and escorted him part of the way.\n\nOn the first day of the month of Goi, Atle's sons came with a large retinue to Orn's house. Ingolf had followed Olmod the Old's advice, and invited a large circle of his own and Leif's friends to the feast for Atle's sons. When Haasten saw how many were invited to the feast, he said to Ingolf, with a smile:"}, {"quote": "\"I know my kinsman, Leif. And I know you, too, Ingolf.\"", "context": "\" Ingolf remained silent after Olmod had spoken. He looked attentively at him. Olmod met his look with a smile. His smile was quiet and experienced. Ingolf became suddenly aware that he had more than a guest in Olmod.\n\n\"You come from Gaulum,\" he said in a low tone and thoughtfully. \"Is that your advice?\"\n\n\"That is my advice,\" answered Olmod, with a firmness in his voice which left no doubt as to his seriousness. And he added, as though casually: \"Haasten is only one of Atle's sons.\"\n\n\"Have you talked with Leif on this subject?\" Ingolf asked suddenly.\n\nOlmod the Old said only: \"I know my kinsman, Leif. And I know you, too, Ingolf.\"\n\nIngolf gave Olmod some handsome presents on his departure and escorted him part of the way.\n\nOn the first day of the month of Goi, Atle's sons came with a large retinue to Orn's house. Ingolf had followed Olmod the Old's advice, and invited a large circle of his own and Leif's friends to the feast for Atle's sons. When Haasten saw how many were invited to the feast, he said to Ingolf, with a smile:"}, {"quote": "\"We sons of Atle are not accustomed to receive our friends with such a great force.", "context": "Ingolf gave Olmod some handsome presents on his departure and escorted him part of the way.\n\nOn the first day of the month of Goi, Atle's sons came with a large retinue to Orn's house. Ingolf had followed Olmod the Old's advice, and invited a large circle of his own and Leif's friends to the feast for Atle's sons. When Haasten saw how many were invited to the feast, he said to Ingolf, with a smile: \"We sons of Atle are not accustomed to receive our friends with such a great force.\" Ingolf looked at him and answered seriously: \"One can never show one's friends too great an honour, Haasten.\"\n\nHaasten became silent and thoughtful. Involuntarily he looked at his brothers. They stood there talking confidentially together. There was something in their bearing which made Haasten uneasy. He noticed also that Ingolf was watching his brothers. Haersten and Holmsten had withdrawn themselves from the rest, and stood whispering together.\n\n\"We have never been received in such a magnificent way here before"}, {"quote": "\"One can never show one's friends too great an honour, Haasten.\"", "context": "On the first day of the month of Goi, Atle's sons came with a large retinue to Orn's house. Ingolf had followed Olmod the Old's advice, and invited a large circle of his own and Leif's friends to the feast for Atle's sons. When Haasten saw how many were invited to the feast, he said to Ingolf, with a smile: \"We sons of Atle are not accustomed to receive our friends with such a great force.\" Ingolf looked at him and answered seriously: \"One can never show one's friends too great an honour, Haasten.\"\n\nHaasten became silent and thoughtful. Involuntarily he looked at his brothers. They stood there talking confidentially together. There was something in their bearing which made Haasten uneasy. He noticed also that Ingolf was watching his brothers. Haersten and Holmsten had withdrawn themselves from the rest, and stood whispering together.\n\n\"We have never been received in such a magnificent way here before,\" said Haersten, with a smile. \"There must be something behind it.\"\n\n\"I should not be surprised"}, {"quote": "\"We have never been received in such a magnificent way here before,", "context": "\"We sons of Atle are not accustomed to receive our friends with such a great force.\" Ingolf looked at him and answered seriously: \"One can never show one's friends too great an honour, Haasten.\"\n\nHaasten became silent and thoughtful. Involuntarily he looked at his brothers. They stood there talking confidentially together. There was something in their bearing which made Haasten uneasy. He noticed also that Ingolf was watching his brothers. Haersten and Holmsten had withdrawn themselves from the rest, and stood whispering together.\n\n\"We have never been received in such a magnificent way here before,\" said Haersten, with a smile. \"There must be something behind it.\"\n\n\"I should not be surprised,\" answered Holmsten, \"if Olmod the Old had been here. Where did he go to when he left us? It occurs to me all at once that his bearing was different when he left than when he came.\"\n\n\"What can Olmod the Old have told any here?\" asked Haersten thoughtfully.\n\n\"Something which he possibly heard,\" replied Holmsten dryly.\n\n\"What will you do now, brother?\""}, {"quote": "\"There must be something behind it.\"", "context": "\"One can never show one's friends too great an honour, Haasten.\"\n\nHaasten became silent and thoughtful. Involuntarily he looked at his brothers. They stood there talking confidentially together. There was something in their bearing which made Haasten uneasy. He noticed also that Ingolf was watching his brothers. Haersten and Holmsten had withdrawn themselves from the rest, and stood whispering together.\n\n\"We have never been received in such a magnificent way here before,\" said Haersten, with a smile. \"There must be something behind it.\"\n\n\"I should not be surprised,\" answered Holmsten, \"if Olmod the Old had been here. Where did he go to when he left us? It occurs to me all at once that his bearing was different when he left than when he came.\"\n\n\"What can Olmod the Old have told any here?\" asked Haersten thoughtfully.\n\n\"Something which he possibly heard,\" replied Holmsten dryly.\n\n\"What will you do now, brother?\"\n\n\"I don't know yet. But some time Leif shall come to miss the spear which he threw overboard at Hisargavl!\""}, {"quote": "\"I should not be surprised,", "context": "Haasten became silent and thoughtful. Involuntarily he looked at his brothers. They stood there talking confidentially together. There was something in their bearing which made Haasten uneasy. He noticed also that Ingolf was watching his brothers. Haersten and Holmsten had withdrawn themselves from the rest, and stood whispering together.\n\n\"We have never been received in such a magnificent way here before,\" said Haersten, with a smile. \"There must be something behind it.\"\n\n\"I should not be surprised,\" answered Holmsten, \"if Olmod the Old had been here. Where did he go to when he left us? It occurs to me all at once that his bearing was different when he left than when he came.\"\n\n\"What can Olmod the Old have told any here?\" asked Haersten thoughtfully.\n\n\"Something which he possibly heard,\" replied Holmsten dryly.\n\n\"What will you do now, brother?\"\n\n\"I don't know yet. But some time Leif shall come to miss the spear which he threw overboard at Hisargavl!\""}, {"quote": "\"if Olmod the Old had been here. Where did he go to when he left us? It occurs to me all at once that his bearing was different when he left than when he came.\"", "context": "Haasten became silent and thoughtful. Involuntarily he looked at his brothers. They stood there talking confidentially together. There was something in their bearing which made Haasten uneasy. He noticed also that Ingolf was watching his brothers. Haersten and Holmsten had withdrawn themselves from the rest, and stood whispering together.\n\n\"We have never been received in such a magnificent way here before,\" said Haersten, with a smile. \"There must be something behind it.\"\n\n\"I should not be surprised,\" answered Holmsten, \"if Olmod the Old had been here. Where did he go to when he left us? It occurs to me all at once that his bearing was different when he left than when he came.\"\n\n\"What can Olmod the Old have told any here?\" asked Haersten thoughtfully.\n\n\"Something which he possibly heard,\" replied Holmsten dryly.\n\n\"What will you do now, brother?\"\n\n\"I don't know yet. But some time Leif shall come to miss the spear which he threw overboard at Hisargavl!\"\n\nOrn became quite another man as soon as guests came to the house. He livened up and became young again. He did not gulp down his wine, but drank deep and was none the worse for it. He was still capable of filling the high-seat with dignity and of presiding over a festival."}, {"quote": "\"What can Olmod the Old have told any here?", "context": "Haasten became silent and thoughtful. Involuntarily he looked at his brothers. They stood there talking confidentially together. There was something in their bearing which made Haasten uneasy. He noticed also that Ingolf was watching his brothers. Haersten and Holmsten had withdrawn themselves from the rest, and stood whispering together.\n\n\"We have never been received in such a magnificent way here before,\" said Haersten, with a smile. \"There must be something behind it.\"\n\n\"I should not be surprised,\" answered Holmsten, \"if Olmod the Old had been here. Where did he go to when he left us? It occurs to me all at once that his bearing was different when he left than when he came.\"\n\n\"What can Olmod the Old have told any here?\" asked Haersten thoughtfully.\n\n\"Something which he possibly heard,\" replied Holmsten dryly.\n\n\"What will you do now, brother?\"\n\n\"I don't know yet. But some time Leif shall come to miss the spear which he threw overboard at Hisargavl!\"\n\nOrn became quite another man as soon as guests came to the house. He livened up and became young again. He did not gulp down his wine, but drank deep and was none the worse for it. He was still capable of filling the high-seat with dignity and of presiding over a festival."}, {"quote": "\"Something which he possibly heard,", "context": "\"We have never been received in such a magnificent way here before,\" said Haersten, with a smile. \"There must be something behind it.\"\n\n\"I should not be surprised,\" answered Holmsten, \"if Olmod the Old had been here. Where did he go to when he left us? It occurs to me all at once that his bearing was different when he left than when he came.\"\n\n\"What can Olmod the Old have told any here?\" asked Haersten thoughtfully.\n\n\"Something which he possibly heard,\" replied Holmsten dryly.\n\n\"What will you do now, brother?\"\n\n\"I don't know yet. But some time Leif shall come to miss the spear which he threw overboard at Hisargavl!\"\n\nOrn became quite another man as soon as guests came to the house. He livened up and became young again. He did not gulp down his wine, but drank deep and was none the worse for it. He was still capable of filling the high-seat with dignity and of presiding over a festival."}, {"quote": "\"What will you do now, brother?\"", "context": "\" said Haersten, with a smile. \"There must be something behind it.\"\n\n\"I should not be surprised,\" answered Holmsten, \"if Olmod the Old had been here. Where did he go to when he left us? It occurs to me all at once that his bearing was different when he left than when he came.\"\n\n\"What can Olmod the Old have told any here?\" asked Haersten thoughtfully.\n\n\"Something which he possibly heard,\" replied Holmsten dryly.\n\n\"What will you do now, brother?\"\n\n\"I don't know yet. But some time Leif shall come to miss the spear which he threw overboard at Hisargavl!\"\n\nOrn became quite another man as soon as guests came to the house. He livened up and became young again. He did not gulp down his wine, but drank deep and was none the worse for it. He was still capable of filling the high-seat with dignity and of presiding over a festival.\n\nRodmar, on the other hand, preferred to remain in bed when anything unusual was going on. The restlessness which the sound of many voices produced in his state of blindness made him unwell. When he could not sit quite peacefully with Orn he liked best to be alone with his wine."}, {"quote": "\"I don't know yet. But some time Leif shall come to miss the spear which he threw overboard at Hisargavl!\"", "context": "\" said Haersten, with a smile. \"There must be something behind it.\"\n\n\"I should not be surprised,\" answered Holmsten, \"if Olmod the Old had been here. Where did he go to when he left us? It occurs to me all at once that his bearing was different when he left than when he came.\"\n\n\"What can Olmod the Old have told any here?\" asked Haersten thoughtfully.\n\n\"Something which he possibly heard,\" replied Holmsten dryly.\n\n\"What will you do now, brother?\"\n\n\"I don't know yet. But some time Leif shall come to miss the spear which he threw overboard at Hisargavl!\"\n\nOrn became quite another man as soon as guests came to the house. He livened up and became young again. He did not gulp down his wine, but drank deep and was none the worse for it. He was still capable of filling the high-seat with dignity and of presiding over a festival.\n\nRodmar, on the other hand, preferred to remain in bed when anything unusual was going on. The restlessness which the sound of many voices produced in his state of blindness made him unwell. When he could not sit quite peacefully with Orn he liked best to be alone with his wine."}, {"quote": "\"It is the custom of high-born men,", "context": "Helga could not help noticing his persistent gaze. It made her afraid. She would rather have remained away from the hall, but, on the other hand, she dared not leave Leif out of her sight. Leif sat with his mouth compressed and a gloomy expression in his eyes, and drank but little. That was not his usual way at a feast; he was accustomed to drink rather too much than too little. Only seldom did Helga succeed in catching his eye. He did not return her smile. She went to and fro in great alarm. She took care never to look at Holmsten, and she did not smile at him as at the others when she filled his horn.\n\nHolmsten pretended not to notice it. His eye glowed with the same warmth, and his look followed her with the same persistence about the hall.\n\nOrn proposed the toasts to the gods. He was still equal to emptying horns in their honour. When he proposed the toast of Brage, Holmsten rose and struck on his horn. \"It is the custom of high-born men,\" he said in a loud and cheerful voice, \"to make vows when Brage's toast is called. I have a vow to make which I will beg you kind friends to witness.\"\n\nHolmsten stopped and looked round him. He caught a warning and slightly anxious look from his brother, Haasten. He saw Leif's bowed head and caught a glimpse of his serious face; he saw Ingolf's face grow rigid with quiet expectation. And he saw Helga standing anxious and uncertain and looking at Leif."}, {"quote": "\"to make vows when Brage's toast is called. I have a vow to make which I will beg you kind friends to witness.\"", "context": "Helga could not help noticing his persistent gaze. It made her afraid. She would rather have remained away from the hall, but, on the other hand, she dared not leave Leif out of her sight. Leif sat with his mouth compressed and a gloomy expression in his eyes, and drank but little. That was not his usual way at a feast; he was accustomed to drink rather too much than too little. Only seldom did Helga succeed in catching his eye. He did not return her smile. She went to and fro in great alarm. She took care never to look at Holmsten, and she did not smile at him as at the others when she filled his horn.\n\nHolmsten pretended not to notice it. His eye glowed with the same warmth, and his look followed her with the same persistence about the hall.\n\nOrn proposed the toasts to the gods. He was still equal to emptying horns in their honour. When he proposed the toast of Brage, Holmsten rose and struck on his horn. \"It is the custom of high-born men,\" he said in a loud and cheerful voice, \"to make vows when Brage's toast is called. I have a vow to make which I will beg you kind friends to witness.\"\n\nHolmsten stopped and looked round him. He caught a warning and slightly anxious look from his brother, Haasten. He saw Leif's bowed head and caught a glimpse of his serious face; he saw Ingolf's face grow rigid with quiet expectation. And he saw Helga standing anxious and uncertain and looking at Leif.\n\nHolmsten smiled. For a while he stood with his burning gaze fixed upon Helga, as though waiting to catch her eye. Then he lifted his horn and said in loud tones:"}, {"quote": "\"I make this vow with Brage's toast, that I will marry Helga, daughter of Orn, or no other woman.", "context": "Holmsten stopped and looked round him. He caught a warning and slightly anxious look from his brother, Haasten. He saw Leif's bowed head and caught a glimpse of his serious face; he saw Ingolf's face grow rigid with quiet expectation. And he saw Helga standing anxious and uncertain and looking at Leif.\n\nHolmsten smiled. For a while he stood with his burning gaze fixed upon Helga, as though waiting to catch her eye. Then he lifted his horn and said in loud tones: \"I make this vow with Brage's toast, that I will marry Helga, daughter of Orn, or no other woman.\" There was silence in the hall. Helga remained standing still for a while. She looked intently at Leif, and saw the blood mount to his face and his shaking fingers grip the foot of the horn. When she saw that he would succeed in controlling himself, she silently left the hall, her face very pale.\n\nHaasten had sprung up from his place when Holmsten made his vow, but had sat down again without saying anything. Ingolf sat with a smile on his face but a look in his blue eyes that was as sharp as a knife. Orn smiled graciously at Holmsten, and Haersten laughed contentedly."}, {"quote": "\"Now I have begun this game. Now it is your turn, friend Ingolf.\"", "context": "At last Leif looked up. There was a hard and hostile look in his usually cheerful eyes. He looked slowly round, and let his glance dwell for a while on each of Atle's sons, and finally on his sworn brother, Ingolf, as if he were considering him especially. He looked almost as if he would not be sorry to encounter them all at once should that be necessary. To Orn he only vouchsafed a hasty and contemptuous glance.\n\nHolmsten quite understood the effect his words had produced on each of those whom his speech concerned. He looked round with composure and continued cheerfully: \"Now I have begun this game. Now it is your turn, friend Ingolf.\"\n\nIngolf gave no sign of rising. He turned his face towards Haasten and said in a quiet and firm voice which was heard over the whole hall: \"It seems to me it is now Haasten's turn to continue the game. He is our leader, and the wisest of us all besides.\"\n\nHaasten met his look and rose slowly. He did not find words at first, and remained standing silent for a while, looking down. A hush of expectation spread in the hall. When Haasten at last spoke his voice was quiet and troubled."}, {"quote": "\"It seems to me it is now Haasten's turn to continue the game. He is our leader, and the wisest of us all besides.\"", "context": "At last Leif looked up. There was a hard and hostile look in his usually cheerful eyes. He looked slowly round, and let his glance dwell for a while on each of Atle's sons, and finally on his sworn brother, Ingolf, as if he were considering him especially. He looked almost as if he would not be sorry to encounter them all at once should that be necessary. To Orn he only vouchsafed a hasty and contemptuous glance.\n\nHolmsten quite understood the effect his words had produced on each of those whom his speech concerned. He looked round with composure and continued cheerfully: \"Now I have begun this game. Now it is your turn, friend Ingolf.\"\n\nIngolf gave no sign of rising. He turned his face towards Haasten and said in a quiet and firm voice which was heard over the whole hall: \"It seems to me it is now Haasten's turn to continue the game. He is our leader, and the wisest of us all besides.\"\n\nHaasten met his look and rose slowly. He did not find words at first, and remained standing silent for a while, looking down. A hush of expectation spread in the hall. When Haasten at last spoke his voice was quiet and troubled. \"I make the vow,\" he said, \"that I will judge justly and impartially, if a judgment should ever be demanded from me.\"\n\nHaasten sat down with a melancholy air after speaking. Holmsten said cheerfully:"}, {"quote": "\"I make the vow,", "context": "Ingolf gave no sign of rising. He turned his face towards Haasten and said in a quiet and firm voice which was heard over the whole hall: \"It seems to me it is now Haasten's turn to continue the game. He is our leader, and the wisest of us all besides.\"\n\nHaasten met his look and rose slowly. He did not find words at first, and remained standing silent for a while, looking down. A hush of expectation spread in the hall. When Haasten at last spoke his voice was quiet and troubled. \"I make the vow,\" he said, \"that I will judge justly and impartially, if a judgment should ever be demanded from me.\"\n\nHaasten sat down with a melancholy air after speaking. Holmsten said cheerfully: \"Your obscure vow does not seem to me to bear out the assertion that you are the wisest of us all. How will you act, if it is between your friends on one side and your enemies on the other that you must pronounce judgment?\"\n\nHaasten answered in a severe and discouraging tone:"}, {"quote": "\"that I will judge justly and impartially, if a judgment should ever be demanded from me.\"", "context": "Ingolf gave no sign of rising. He turned his face towards Haasten and said in a quiet and firm voice which was heard over the whole hall: \"It seems to me it is now Haasten's turn to continue the game. He is our leader, and the wisest of us all besides.\"\n\nHaasten met his look and rose slowly. He did not find words at first, and remained standing silent for a while, looking down. A hush of expectation spread in the hall. When Haasten at last spoke his voice was quiet and troubled. \"I make the vow,\" he said, \"that I will judge justly and impartially, if a judgment should ever be demanded from me.\"\n\nHaasten sat down with a melancholy air after speaking. Holmsten said cheerfully: \"Your obscure vow does not seem to me to bear out the assertion that you are the wisest of us all. How will you act, if it is between your friends on one side and your enemies on the other that you must pronounce judgment?\"\n\nHaasten answered in a severe and discouraging tone: \"That I intend myself to determine.\"\n\nIngolf rose. He smiled no longer; his look was serious and his tone firm and quiet."}, {"quote": "\"Your obscure vow does not seem to me to bear out the assertion that you are the wisest of us all. How will you act, if it is between your friends on one side and your enemies on the other that you must pronounce judgment?\"", "context": "Haasten met his look and rose slowly. He did not find words at first, and remained standing silent for a while, looking down. A hush of expectation spread in the hall. When Haasten at last spoke his voice was quiet and troubled. \"I make the vow,\" he said, \"that I will judge justly and impartially, if a judgment should ever be demanded from me.\"\n\nHaasten sat down with a melancholy air after speaking. Holmsten said cheerfully: \"Your obscure vow does not seem to me to bear out the assertion that you are the wisest of us all. How will you act, if it is between your friends on one side and your enemies on the other that you must pronounce judgment?\"\n\nHaasten answered in a severe and discouraging tone: \"That I intend myself to determine.\"\n\nIngolf rose. He smiled no longer; his look was serious and his tone firm and quiet. \"With Brage's toast I make the vow that I will not divide my inheritance with any one but my sworn brother, Leif. May all bright gods and all good people present hear it.\" When Orn had heard that vow, he rose with some difficulty. Suddenly he seemed very old. The look which he cast at Ingolf was not friendly. In gloomy silence he left the hall."}, {"quote": "\"That I intend myself to determine.\"", "context": "\"that I will judge justly and impartially, if a judgment should ever be demanded from me.\"\n\nHaasten sat down with a melancholy air after speaking. Holmsten said cheerfully: \"Your obscure vow does not seem to me to bear out the assertion that you are the wisest of us all. How will you act, if it is between your friends on one side and your enemies on the other that you must pronounce judgment?\"\n\nHaasten answered in a severe and discouraging tone: \"That I intend myself to determine.\"\n\nIngolf rose. He smiled no longer; his look was serious and his tone firm and quiet. \"With Brage's toast I make the vow that I will not divide my inheritance with any one but my sworn brother, Leif. May all bright gods and all good people present hear it.\" When Orn had heard that vow, he rose with some difficulty. Suddenly he seemed very old. The look which he cast at Ingolf was not friendly. In gloomy silence he left the hall.\n\nHolmsten was still cheerful."}, {"quote": "\"With Brage's toast I make the vow that I will not divide my inheritance with any one but my sworn brother, Leif. May all bright gods and all good people present hear it.", "context": "Haasten sat down with a melancholy air after speaking. Holmsten said cheerfully: \"Your obscure vow does not seem to me to bear out the assertion that you are the wisest of us all. How will you act, if it is between your friends on one side and your enemies on the other that you must pronounce judgment?\"\n\nHaasten answered in a severe and discouraging tone: \"That I intend myself to determine.\"\n\nIngolf rose. He smiled no longer; his look was serious and his tone firm and quiet. \"With Brage's toast I make the vow that I will not divide my inheritance with any one but my sworn brother, Leif. May all bright gods and all good people present hear it.\" When Orn had heard that vow, he rose with some difficulty. Suddenly he seemed very old. The look which he cast at Ingolf was not friendly. In gloomy silence he left the hall.\n\nHolmsten was still cheerful. \"I don't understand that vow,\" he said, and laughed.\n\n\"It is not difficult to understand,\" answered Haasten severely. \"Ingolf will give his sister, Helga, to Leif, and no one else.\"\n\nHolmsten laughed incredulously, and looked at Leif in challenge."}, {"quote": "\"I don't understand that vow,", "context": "Ingolf rose. He smiled no longer; his look was serious and his tone firm and quiet. \"With Brage's toast I make the vow that I will not divide my inheritance with any one but my sworn brother, Leif. May all bright gods and all good people present hear it.\" When Orn had heard that vow, he rose with some difficulty. Suddenly he seemed very old. The look which he cast at Ingolf was not friendly. In gloomy silence he left the hall.\n\nHolmsten was still cheerful. \"I don't understand that vow,\" he said, and laughed.\n\n\"It is not difficult to understand,\" answered Haasten severely. \"Ingolf will give his sister, Helga, to Leif, and no one else.\"\n\nHolmsten laughed incredulously, and looked at Leif in challenge.\n\nLeif rose awkwardly with a jerk, and stood erect. \"I make the vow,\" he said in a voice that shook with suppressed anger and emotion, \"to show that in nothing do I stand behind my ancestors and other good men of my race!\""}, {"quote": "\"It is not difficult to understand,", "context": "\"With Brage's toast I make the vow that I will not divide my inheritance with any one but my sworn brother, Leif. May all bright gods and all good people present hear it.\" When Orn had heard that vow, he rose with some difficulty. Suddenly he seemed very old. The look which he cast at Ingolf was not friendly. In gloomy silence he left the hall.\n\nHolmsten was still cheerful. \"I don't understand that vow,\" he said, and laughed.\n\n\"It is not difficult to understand,\" answered Haasten severely. \"Ingolf will give his sister, Helga, to Leif, and no one else.\"\n\nHolmsten laughed incredulously, and looked at Leif in challenge.\n\nLeif rose awkwardly with a jerk, and stood erect. \"I make the vow,\" he said in a voice that shook with suppressed anger and emotion, \"to show that in nothing do I stand behind my ancestors and other good men of my race!\"\n\n\"That may be an easy vow to keep"}, {"quote": "\"Ingolf will give his sister, Helga, to Leif, and no one else.\"", "context": "\"With Brage's toast I make the vow that I will not divide my inheritance with any one but my sworn brother, Leif. May all bright gods and all good people present hear it.\" When Orn had heard that vow, he rose with some difficulty. Suddenly he seemed very old. The look which he cast at Ingolf was not friendly. In gloomy silence he left the hall.\n\nHolmsten was still cheerful. \"I don't understand that vow,\" he said, and laughed.\n\n\"It is not difficult to understand,\" answered Haasten severely. \"Ingolf will give his sister, Helga, to Leif, and no one else.\"\n\nHolmsten laughed incredulously, and looked at Leif in challenge.\n\nLeif rose awkwardly with a jerk, and stood erect. \"I make the vow,\" he said in a voice that shook with suppressed anger and emotion, \"to show that in nothing do I stand behind my ancestors and other good men of my race!\"\n\n\"That may be an easy vow to keep,\" shouted Haersten. \"Have you forgotten that your grandfather had to leave Telemarken like a criminal?\"\n\nLeif met Ingolf's look and controlled himself. Ingolf rose slowly. He was just as quiet as before, but those who knew him could see that now he was angry. He directed his words to Haasten."}, {"quote": "\"I make the vow,", "context": "\" When Orn had heard that vow, he rose with some difficulty. Suddenly he seemed very old. The look which he cast at Ingolf was not friendly. In gloomy silence he left the hall.\n\nHolmsten was still cheerful. \"I don't understand that vow,\" he said, and laughed.\n\n\"It is not difficult to understand,\" answered Haasten severely. \"Ingolf will give his sister, Helga, to Leif, and no one else.\"\n\nHolmsten laughed incredulously, and looked at Leif in challenge.\n\nLeif rose awkwardly with a jerk, and stood erect. \"I make the vow,\" he said in a voice that shook with suppressed anger and emotion, \"to show that in nothing do I stand behind my ancestors and other good men of my race!\"\n\n\"That may be an easy vow to keep,\" shouted Haersten. \"Have you forgotten that your grandfather had to leave Telemarken like a criminal?\"\n\nLeif met Ingolf's look and controlled himself. Ingolf rose slowly. He was just as quiet as before, but those who knew him could see that now he was angry. He directed his words to Haasten."}, {"quote": "\"to show that in nothing do I stand behind my ancestors and other good men of my race!\"", "context": "Holmsten was still cheerful. \"I don't understand that vow,\" he said, and laughed.\n\n\"It is not difficult to understand,\" answered Haasten severely. \"Ingolf will give his sister, Helga, to Leif, and no one else.\"\n\nHolmsten laughed incredulously, and looked at Leif in challenge.\n\nLeif rose awkwardly with a jerk, and stood erect. \"I make the vow,\" he said in a voice that shook with suppressed anger and emotion, \"to show that in nothing do I stand behind my ancestors and other good men of my race!\"\n\n\"That may be an easy vow to keep,\" shouted Haersten. \"Have you forgotten that your grandfather had to leave Telemarken like a criminal?\"\n\nLeif met Ingolf's look and controlled himself. Ingolf rose slowly. He was just as quiet as before, but those who knew him could see that now he was angry. He directed his words to Haasten. \"When I invited you, Atle's sons, to this feast, I believed that you were my own and my brother Leif's sincere friends. From what has happened here this evening, and from the words which have fallen, I can see that I have made a mistake -- not as far as concerns you, Haasten, but your brothers. Holmsten has done us a doubtful honour. His whole behaviour does not show exactly such an attitude towards us brothers that I should like to have him as a brother-in-law -- even if no one else were in the way. As regards Haersten, he has spoken insulting words against my family here in the hall. You, Haasten, will always be welcome in the place which you now occupy as my guest and friend. But your brothers I cannot ask to remain. Only with my friends will I continue this feast.\""}, {"quote": "\"That may be an easy vow to keep,", "context": "\"It is not difficult to understand,\" answered Haasten severely. \"Ingolf will give his sister, Helga, to Leif, and no one else.\"\n\nHolmsten laughed incredulously, and looked at Leif in challenge.\n\nLeif rose awkwardly with a jerk, and stood erect. \"I make the vow,\" he said in a voice that shook with suppressed anger and emotion, \"to show that in nothing do I stand behind my ancestors and other good men of my race!\"\n\n\"That may be an easy vow to keep,\" shouted Haersten. \"Have you forgotten that your grandfather had to leave Telemarken like a criminal?\"\n\nLeif met Ingolf's look and controlled himself. Ingolf rose slowly. He was just as quiet as before, but those who knew him could see that now he was angry. He directed his words to Haasten. \"When I invited you, Atle's sons, to this feast, I believed that you were my own and my brother Leif's sincere friends. From what has happened here this evening, and from the words which have fallen, I can see that I have made a mistake -- not as far as concerns you, Haasten, but your brothers. Holmsten has done us a doubtful honour. His whole behaviour does not show exactly such an attitude towards us brothers that I should like to have him as a brother-in-law -- even if no one else were in the way. As regards Haersten, he has spoken insulting words against my family here in the hall. You, Haasten, will always be welcome in the place which you now occupy as my guest and friend. But your brothers I cannot ask to remain. Only with my friends will I continue this feast.\""}, {"quote": "\"Have you forgotten that your grandfather had to leave Telemarken like a criminal?\"", "context": "\"Ingolf will give his sister, Helga, to Leif, and no one else.\"\n\nHolmsten laughed incredulously, and looked at Leif in challenge.\n\nLeif rose awkwardly with a jerk, and stood erect. \"I make the vow,\" he said in a voice that shook with suppressed anger and emotion, \"to show that in nothing do I stand behind my ancestors and other good men of my race!\"\n\n\"That may be an easy vow to keep,\" shouted Haersten. \"Have you forgotten that your grandfather had to leave Telemarken like a criminal?\"\n\nLeif met Ingolf's look and controlled himself. Ingolf rose slowly. He was just as quiet as before, but those who knew him could see that now he was angry. He directed his words to Haasten. \"When I invited you, Atle's sons, to this feast, I believed that you were my own and my brother Leif's sincere friends. From what has happened here this evening, and from the words which have fallen, I can see that I have made a mistake -- not as far as concerns you, Haasten, but your brothers. Holmsten has done us a doubtful honour. His whole behaviour does not show exactly such an attitude towards us brothers that I should like to have him as a brother-in-law -- even if no one else were in the way. As regards Haersten, he has spoken insulting words against my family here in the hall. You, Haasten, will always be welcome in the place which you now occupy as my guest and friend. But your brothers I cannot ask to remain. Only with my friends will I continue this feast.\""}, {"quote": "\"When I invited you, Atle's sons, to this feast, I believed that you were my own and my brother Leif's sincere friends. From what has happened here this evening, and from the words which have fallen, I can see that I have made a mistake -- not as far as concerns you, Haasten, but your brothers. Holmsten has done us a doubtful honour. His whole behaviour does not show exactly such an attitude towards us brothers that I should like to have him as a brother-in-law -- even if no one else were in the way. As regards Haersten, he has spoken insulting words against my family here in the hall. You, Haasten, will always be welcome in the place which you now occupy as my guest and friend. But your brothers I cannot ask to remain. Only with my friends will I continue this feast.\"", "context": "\" he said in a voice that shook with suppressed anger and emotion, \"to show that in nothing do I stand behind my ancestors and other good men of my race!\"\n\n\"That may be an easy vow to keep,\" shouted Haersten. \"Have you forgotten that your grandfather had to leave Telemarken like a criminal?\"\n\nLeif met Ingolf's look and controlled himself. Ingolf rose slowly. He was just as quiet as before, but those who knew him could see that now he was angry. He directed his words to Haasten. \"When I invited you, Atle's sons, to this feast, I believed that you were my own and my brother Leif's sincere friends. From what has happened here this evening, and from the words which have fallen, I can see that I have made a mistake -- not as far as concerns you, Haasten, but your brothers. Holmsten has done us a doubtful honour. His whole behaviour does not show exactly such an attitude towards us brothers that I should like to have him as a brother-in-law -- even if no one else were in the way. As regards Haersten, he has spoken insulting words against my family here in the hall. You, Haasten, will always be welcome in the place which you now occupy as my guest and friend. But your brothers I cannot ask to remain. Only with my friends will I continue this feast.\"\n\nHaersten and Holmsten had sprung up from their places. Haasten also rose. \"I had no share in, and could not prevent, what has happened this evening,\" he said quietly, and in a tone of sadness, \"otherwise it would not have happened. But I cannot remain here as your guest, Ingolf, when you send my brothers away. We, Atle's sons, have always kept together.\"\n\nWhen he had spoken, he left the hall silently, followed by his brothers and all their retinue. But no one else followed them on the way."}, {"quote": "\"I had no share in, and could not prevent, what has happened this evening,", "context": "\"When I invited you, Atle's sons, to this feast, I believed that you were my own and my brother Leif's sincere friends. From what has happened here this evening, and from the words which have fallen, I can see that I have made a mistake -- not as far as concerns you, Haasten, but your brothers. Holmsten has done us a doubtful honour. His whole behaviour does not show exactly such an attitude towards us brothers that I should like to have him as a brother-in-law -- even if no one else were in the way. As regards Haersten, he has spoken insulting words against my family here in the hall. You, Haasten, will always be welcome in the place which you now occupy as my guest and friend. But your brothers I cannot ask to remain. Only with my friends will I continue this feast.\"\n\nHaersten and Holmsten had sprung up from their places. Haasten also rose. \"I had no share in, and could not prevent, what has happened this evening,\" he said quietly, and in a tone of sadness, \"otherwise it would not have happened. But I cannot remain here as your guest, Ingolf, when you send my brothers away. We, Atle's sons, have always kept together.\"\n\nWhen he had spoken, he left the hall silently, followed by his brothers and all their retinue. But no one else followed them on the way.\n\nWhen they had gone, Ingolf set guards on all the roads. He wished to be prepared, in case any more surprises awaited him on the part of Atle's sons. It had become clear to him now that Haasten had no longer such complete power over his brothers as before."}, {"quote": "\"otherwise it would not have happened. But I cannot remain here as your guest, Ingolf, when you send my brothers away. We, Atle's sons, have always kept together.\"", "context": "\"When I invited you, Atle's sons, to this feast, I believed that you were my own and my brother Leif's sincere friends. From what has happened here this evening, and from the words which have fallen, I can see that I have made a mistake -- not as far as concerns you, Haasten, but your brothers. Holmsten has done us a doubtful honour. His whole behaviour does not show exactly such an attitude towards us brothers that I should like to have him as a brother-in-law -- even if no one else were in the way. As regards Haersten, he has spoken insulting words against my family here in the hall. You, Haasten, will always be welcome in the place which you now occupy as my guest and friend. But your brothers I cannot ask to remain. Only with my friends will I continue this feast.\"\n\nHaersten and Holmsten had sprung up from their places. Haasten also rose. \"I had no share in, and could not prevent, what has happened this evening,\" he said quietly, and in a tone of sadness, \"otherwise it would not have happened. But I cannot remain here as your guest, Ingolf, when you send my brothers away. We, Atle's sons, have always kept together.\"\n\nWhen he had spoken, he left the hall silently, followed by his brothers and all their retinue. But no one else followed them on the way.\n\nWhen they had gone, Ingolf set guards on all the roads. He wished to be prepared, in case any more surprises awaited him on the part of Atle's sons. It had become clear to him now that Haasten had no longer such complete power over his brothers as before.\n\nIngolf was depressed in spirits. That which he had long feared had happened at last. But this breach with Atle's sons had come in another way than he had thought. He had expected that Leif would be a direct cause of it, not, as now appeared, an indirect one. Leif had surprised him by his self-controlling bearing. Now he knew he had a brother in Leif he could completely rely on. Ingolf guessed that it was not the first time that Leif for his sake had controlled himself in the presence of Atle's sons. But, on the other hand, he could not betray Leif. He must stand by his side anywhere, and against any one -- even against Haasten, if necessary. Ingolf observed, to his wonder, that he did not really miss Atle's sons, now that he was confronted by a breach with them. He had Leif; he had on his side only one man. But that was a man he could rely upon, and knew that he could. Ingolf felt himself in some degree richer than before."}, {"quote": "\"What is the matter, O Emir Kh\u0431lid?", "context": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Ahmad Kamakim got what he wanted, and received a written warrant to enter and perforce search the houses; so he fared forth, taking in his hand a rod[FN#98] made of bronze and copper, iron and steel, of each three equal-parts. He first searched the palace of the Caliph, then that of the Wazir Ja'afar; after which he went the round of the houses of the Chamberlains and the Viceroys till he came to that of Ala al-Din. Now when the Chief of the Sixty heard the clamour before his house, he left his wife Jessamine and went down and, opening the door, found the Master of Police without in the midst of a tumultuous crowd. So he said, \"What is the matter, O Emir Kh\u0431lid?\" Thereupon the Chief told him the case and Ala al-Din said, \"Enter my house and search it.\" The Governor replied, \"Pardon, O my lord; thou art a man in whom trust is reposed and Allah forfend that the trusty turn traitor!\" Quoth Ala al-Din, \"There is no help for it but that my house be searched.\" So the Chief of Police entered, attended by the Kazi and his Assessors; whereupon Ahmad Kamakim went straight to the depressed floor of the saloon and came to the slab, under which he had buried the stolen goods and let the rod fall upon it with such violence that the marble broke in sunder and behold something glittered underneath. Then said he,"}, {"quote": "\"Enter my house and search it.", "context": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Ahmad Kamakim got what he wanted, and received a written warrant to enter and perforce search the houses; so he fared forth, taking in his hand a rod[FN#98] made of bronze and copper, iron and steel, of each three equal-parts. He first searched the palace of the Caliph, then that of the Wazir Ja'afar; after which he went the round of the houses of the Chamberlains and the Viceroys till he came to that of Ala al-Din. Now when the Chief of the Sixty heard the clamour before his house, he left his wife Jessamine and went down and, opening the door, found the Master of Police without in the midst of a tumultuous crowd. So he said, \"What is the matter, O Emir Kh\u0431lid?\" Thereupon the Chief told him the case and Ala al-Din said, \"Enter my house and search it.\" The Governor replied, \"Pardon, O my lord; thou art a man in whom trust is reposed and Allah forfend that the trusty turn traitor!\" Quoth Ala al-Din, \"There is no help for it but that my house be searched.\" So the Chief of Police entered, attended by the Kazi and his Assessors; whereupon Ahmad Kamakim went straight to the depressed floor of the saloon and came to the slab, under which he had buried the stolen goods and let the rod fall upon it with such violence that the marble broke in sunder and behold something glittered underneath. Then said he,"}, {"quote": "\"Pardon, O my lord; thou art a man in whom trust is reposed and Allah forfend that the trusty turn traitor!", "context": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Ahmad Kamakim got what he wanted, and received a written warrant to enter and perforce search the houses; so he fared forth, taking in his hand a rod[FN#98] made of bronze and copper, iron and steel, of each three equal-parts. He first searched the palace of the Caliph, then that of the Wazir Ja'afar; after which he went the round of the houses of the Chamberlains and the Viceroys till he came to that of Ala al-Din. Now when the Chief of the Sixty heard the clamour before his house, he left his wife Jessamine and went down and, opening the door, found the Master of Police without in the midst of a tumultuous crowd. So he said, \"What is the matter, O Emir Kh\u0431lid?\" Thereupon the Chief told him the case and Ala al-Din said, \"Enter my house and search it.\" The Governor replied, \"Pardon, O my lord; thou art a man in whom trust is reposed and Allah forfend that the trusty turn traitor!\" Quoth Ala al-Din, \"There is no help for it but that my house be searched.\" So the Chief of Police entered, attended by the Kazi and his Assessors; whereupon Ahmad Kamakim went straight to the depressed floor of the saloon and came to the slab, under which he had buried the stolen goods and let the rod fall upon it with such violence that the marble broke in sunder and behold something glittered underneath. Then said he, \"Bismillah; in the name of Allah! Mashallah; whatso Allah willeth! By the blessing of our coming a hoard hath been hit upon, wait while we go down into this hiding-place and see what is therein"}, {"quote": "\"There is no help for it but that my house be searched.", "context": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Ahmad Kamakim got what he wanted, and received a written warrant to enter and perforce search the houses; so he fared forth, taking in his hand a rod[FN#98] made of bronze and copper, iron and steel, of each three equal-parts. He first searched the palace of the Caliph, then that of the Wazir Ja'afar; after which he went the round of the houses of the Chamberlains and the Viceroys till he came to that of Ala al-Din. Now when the Chief of the Sixty heard the clamour before his house, he left his wife Jessamine and went down and, opening the door, found the Master of Police without in the midst of a tumultuous crowd. So he said, \"What is the matter, O Emir Kh\u0431lid?\" Thereupon the Chief told him the case and Ala al-Din said, \"Enter my house and search it.\" The Governor replied, \"Pardon, O my lord; thou art a man in whom trust is reposed and Allah forfend that the trusty turn traitor!\" Quoth Ala al-Din, \"There is no help for it but that my house be searched.\" So the Chief of Police entered, attended by the Kazi and his Assessors; whereupon Ahmad Kamakim went straight to the depressed floor of the saloon and came to the slab, under which he had buried the stolen goods and let the rod fall upon it with such violence that the marble broke in sunder and behold something glittered underneath. Then said he, \"Bismillah; in the name of Allah! Mashallah; whatso Allah willeth! By the blessing of our coming a hoard hath been hit upon, wait while we go down into this hiding-place and see what is therein"}, {"quote": "\"Bismillah; in the name of Allah! Mashallah; whatso Allah willeth! By the blessing of our coming a hoard hath been hit upon, wait while we go down into this hiding-place and see what is therein.", "context": "\"Pardon, O my lord; thou art a man in whom trust is reposed and Allah forfend that the trusty turn traitor!\" Quoth Ala al-Din, \"There is no help for it but that my house be searched.\" So the Chief of Police entered, attended by the Kazi and his Assessors; whereupon Ahmad Kamakim went straight to the depressed floor of the saloon and came to the slab, under which he had buried the stolen goods and let the rod fall upon it with such violence that the marble broke in sunder and behold something glittered underneath. Then said he, \"Bismillah; in the name of Allah! Mashallah; whatso Allah willeth! By the blessing of our coming a hoard hath been hit upon, wait while we go down into this hiding-place and see what is therein.\" So the Kazi and Assessors looked into the hole and finding there the stolen goods, drew up a statement[FN#99] of how they had discovered them in Ala al-Din's house, to which they set their seals. Then, they bade seize upon Ala al-Din and took his turban from his head, and officially registered all his monies and effects which were in the mansion. Meanwhile, arch-thief Ahmad Kamakim laid hands on Jessamine, who was with child by Ala al-Din, and committed her to his mother, saying,"}, {"quote": "\"Deliver her to Khatun, the Governor's lady:", "context": "\" So the Kazi and Assessors looked into the hole and finding there the stolen goods, drew up a statement[FN#99] of how they had discovered them in Ala al-Din's house, to which they set their seals. Then, they bade seize upon Ala al-Din and took his turban from his head, and officially registered all his monies and effects which were in the mansion. Meanwhile, arch-thief Ahmad Kamakim laid hands on Jessamine, who was with child by Ala al-Din, and committed her to his mother, saying, \"Deliver her to Khatun, the Governor's lady:\" so the old woman took her and carried her to the wife of the Master of Police. Now as soon as Habzalam Bazazah saw her, health and heart returned to him and he arose without stay or delay and joyed with exceeding joy and would have drawn near her; but she plucks a dagger from her girdle and said, \"Keep off from me, or I will kill thee and kill myself after.\" Exclaimed his mother, \"O strumpet, let my son have his will of thee"}, {"quote": "\"Keep off from me, or I will kill thee and kill myself after.", "context": "\" So the Kazi and Assessors looked into the hole and finding there the stolen goods, drew up a statement[FN#99] of how they had discovered them in Ala al-Din's house, to which they set their seals. Then, they bade seize upon Ala al-Din and took his turban from his head, and officially registered all his monies and effects which were in the mansion. Meanwhile, arch-thief Ahmad Kamakim laid hands on Jessamine, who was with child by Ala al-Din, and committed her to his mother, saying, \"Deliver her to Khatun, the Governor's lady:\" so the old woman took her and carried her to the wife of the Master of Police. Now as soon as Habzalam Bazazah saw her, health and heart returned to him and he arose without stay or delay and joyed with exceeding joy and would have drawn near her; but she plucks a dagger from her girdle and said, \"Keep off from me, or I will kill thee and kill myself after.\" Exclaimed his mother, \"O strumpet, let my son have his will of thee!\" But Jessamine answered \"O bitch, by what law is it lawful for a woman to marry two men; and how shall the dog be admitted to the place of the lion?\" With this, the ugly youth's love-longing redoubled and he sickened for yearning and unfulfilled desire; and refusing food returned to his pillow. Then said his mother to her, \"O harlot, how canst thou make me thus to sorrow for my son? Needs must I punish thee with torture, and as for Ala al-Din, he will assuredly be hanged"}, {"quote": "\"O strumpet, let my son have his will of thee!", "context": "\"Deliver her to Khatun, the Governor's lady:\" so the old woman took her and carried her to the wife of the Master of Police. Now as soon as Habzalam Bazazah saw her, health and heart returned to him and he arose without stay or delay and joyed with exceeding joy and would have drawn near her; but she plucks a dagger from her girdle and said, \"Keep off from me, or I will kill thee and kill myself after.\" Exclaimed his mother, \"O strumpet, let my son have his will of thee!\" But Jessamine answered \"O bitch, by what law is it lawful for a woman to marry two men; and how shall the dog be admitted to the place of the lion?\" With this, the ugly youth's love-longing redoubled and he sickened for yearning and unfulfilled desire; and refusing food returned to his pillow. Then said his mother to her, \"O harlot, how canst thou make me thus to sorrow for my son? Needs must I punish thee with torture, and as for Ala al-Din, he will assuredly be hanged"}, {"quote": "\"O bitch, by what law is it lawful for a woman to marry two men; and how shall the dog be admitted to the place of the lion?", "context": "\" so the old woman took her and carried her to the wife of the Master of Police. Now as soon as Habzalam Bazazah saw her, health and heart returned to him and he arose without stay or delay and joyed with exceeding joy and would have drawn near her; but she plucks a dagger from her girdle and said, \"Keep off from me, or I will kill thee and kill myself after.\" Exclaimed his mother, \"O strumpet, let my son have his will of thee!\" But Jessamine answered \"O bitch, by what law is it lawful for a woman to marry two men; and how shall the dog be admitted to the place of the lion?\" With this, the ugly youth's love-longing redoubled and he sickened for yearning and unfulfilled desire; and refusing food returned to his pillow. Then said his mother to her, \"O harlot, how canst thou make me thus to sorrow for my son? Needs must I punish thee with torture, and as for Ala al-Din, he will assuredly be hanged.\" \"And I will die for love of him,\" answered Jessamine. Then the Governor's wife arose and stripped her of her jewels and silken raiment and, clothing her in petticoat-trousers of sack-cloth and a shift of hair-cloth, sent her down into the kitchen and made her a scullery-wench, saying,"}, {"quote": "\"O harlot, how canst thou make me thus to sorrow for my son? Needs must I punish thee with torture, and as for Ala al-Din, he will assuredly be hanged.", "context": "\"Keep off from me, or I will kill thee and kill myself after.\" Exclaimed his mother, \"O strumpet, let my son have his will of thee!\" But Jessamine answered \"O bitch, by what law is it lawful for a woman to marry two men; and how shall the dog be admitted to the place of the lion?\" With this, the ugly youth's love-longing redoubled and he sickened for yearning and unfulfilled desire; and refusing food returned to his pillow. Then said his mother to her, \"O harlot, how canst thou make me thus to sorrow for my son? Needs must I punish thee with torture, and as for Ala al-Din, he will assuredly be hanged.\" \"And I will die for love of him,\" answered Jessamine. Then the Governor's wife arose and stripped her of her jewels and silken raiment and, clothing her in petticoat-trousers of sack-cloth and a shift of hair-cloth, sent her down into the kitchen and made her a scullery-wench, saying, \"The reward for thy constancy shall be to break up fire-wood and peel onions and set fire under the cooking-pots"}, {"quote": "\"And I will die for love of him,", "context": "\"O bitch, by what law is it lawful for a woman to marry two men; and how shall the dog be admitted to the place of the lion?\" With this, the ugly youth's love-longing redoubled and he sickened for yearning and unfulfilled desire; and refusing food returned to his pillow. Then said his mother to her, \"O harlot, how canst thou make me thus to sorrow for my son? Needs must I punish thee with torture, and as for Ala al-Din, he will assuredly be hanged.\" \"And I will die for love of him,\" answered Jessamine. Then the Governor's wife arose and stripped her of her jewels and silken raiment and, clothing her in petticoat-trousers of sack-cloth and a shift of hair-cloth, sent her down into the kitchen and made her a scullery-wench, saying, \"The reward for thy constancy shall be to break up fire-wood and peel onions and set fire under the cooking-pots.\" Quoth she, \"I am willing to suffer all manner of hardships and servitude, but I will not suffer the sight of thy son"}, {"quote": "\"The reward for thy constancy shall be to break up fire-wood and peel onions and set fire under the cooking-pots.", "context": "\"O harlot, how canst thou make me thus to sorrow for my son? Needs must I punish thee with torture, and as for Ala al-Din, he will assuredly be hanged.\" \"And I will die for love of him,\" answered Jessamine. Then the Governor's wife arose and stripped her of her jewels and silken raiment and, clothing her in petticoat-trousers of sack-cloth and a shift of hair-cloth, sent her down into the kitchen and made her a scullery-wench, saying, \"The reward for thy constancy shall be to break up fire-wood and peel onions and set fire under the cooking-pots.\" Quoth she, \"I am willing to suffer all manner of hardships and servitude, but I will not suffer the sight of thy son.\" However, Allah inclined the hearts of the slave-girls to her and they used to do her service in the kitchen. Such was the case with Jessamine; but as regards Ala al-Din they carried him, together with the stolen goods, to the Divan where the Caliph still sat upon his throne. And behold, the King looked upon his effects and said,"}, {"quote": "\"I am willing to suffer all manner of hardships and servitude, but I will not suffer the sight of thy son.", "context": "\"And I will die for love of him,\" answered Jessamine. Then the Governor's wife arose and stripped her of her jewels and silken raiment and, clothing her in petticoat-trousers of sack-cloth and a shift of hair-cloth, sent her down into the kitchen and made her a scullery-wench, saying, \"The reward for thy constancy shall be to break up fire-wood and peel onions and set fire under the cooking-pots.\" Quoth she, \"I am willing to suffer all manner of hardships and servitude, but I will not suffer the sight of thy son.\" However, Allah inclined the hearts of the slave-girls to her and they used to do her service in the kitchen. Such was the case with Jessamine; but as regards Ala al-Din they carried him, together with the stolen goods, to the Divan where the Caliph still sat upon his throne. And behold, the King looked upon his effects and said, \"Where did ye find them?\" They replied, \"In the very middle of the house belonging to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat"}, {"quote": "\"Where did ye find them?", "context": "\"I am willing to suffer all manner of hardships and servitude, but I will not suffer the sight of thy son.\" However, Allah inclined the hearts of the slave-girls to her and they used to do her service in the kitchen. Such was the case with Jessamine; but as regards Ala al-Din they carried him, together with the stolen goods, to the Divan where the Caliph still sat upon his throne. And behold, the King looked upon his effects and said, \"Where did ye find them?\" They replied, \"In the very middle of the house belonging to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat;\" whereat the Caliph was filled with wrath and took the things, but found not the lanthorn among them and said, \"O Ala al-Din, where is the lanthorn?\" He answered \"I stole it not, I know naught of it; I never saw it; I can give no information about it!\" Said the Caliph, \"O traitor, how cometh it that I brought thee near unto me and thou hast cast me out afar, and I trusted in thee and thou betrayest me"}, {"quote": "\"In the very middle of the house belonging to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat;", "context": "\"I am willing to suffer all manner of hardships and servitude, but I will not suffer the sight of thy son.\" However, Allah inclined the hearts of the slave-girls to her and they used to do her service in the kitchen. Such was the case with Jessamine; but as regards Ala al-Din they carried him, together with the stolen goods, to the Divan where the Caliph still sat upon his throne. And behold, the King looked upon his effects and said, \"Where did ye find them?\" They replied, \"In the very middle of the house belonging to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat;\" whereat the Caliph was filled with wrath and took the things, but found not the lanthorn among them and said, \"O Ala al-Din, where is the lanthorn?\" He answered \"I stole it not, I know naught of it; I never saw it; I can give no information about it!\" Said the Caliph, \"O traitor, how cometh it that I brought thee near unto me and thou hast cast me out afar, and I trusted in thee and thou betrayest me"}, {"quote": "\"O Ala al-Din, where is the lanthorn?", "context": "\" However, Allah inclined the hearts of the slave-girls to her and they used to do her service in the kitchen. Such was the case with Jessamine; but as regards Ala al-Din they carried him, together with the stolen goods, to the Divan where the Caliph still sat upon his throne. And behold, the King looked upon his effects and said, \"Where did ye find them?\" They replied, \"In the very middle of the house belonging to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat;\" whereat the Caliph was filled with wrath and took the things, but found not the lanthorn among them and said, \"O Ala al-Din, where is the lanthorn?\" He answered \"I stole it not, I know naught of it; I never saw it; I can give no information about it!\" Said the Caliph, \"O traitor, how cometh it that I brought thee near unto me and thou hast cast me out afar, and I trusted in thee and thou betrayest me?\" And he commanded to hang him. So the Chief of Police took him and went down with him into the city, whilst the crier preceded them proclaiming aloud and saying,"}, {"quote": "\"I stole it not, I know naught of it; I never saw it; I can give no information about it!", "context": "\" However, Allah inclined the hearts of the slave-girls to her and they used to do her service in the kitchen. Such was the case with Jessamine; but as regards Ala al-Din they carried him, together with the stolen goods, to the Divan where the Caliph still sat upon his throne. And behold, the King looked upon his effects and said, \"Where did ye find them?\" They replied, \"In the very middle of the house belonging to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat;\" whereat the Caliph was filled with wrath and took the things, but found not the lanthorn among them and said, \"O Ala al-Din, where is the lanthorn?\" He answered \"I stole it not, I know naught of it; I never saw it; I can give no information about it!\" Said the Caliph, \"O traitor, how cometh it that I brought thee near unto me and thou hast cast me out afar, and I trusted in thee and thou betrayest me?\" And he commanded to hang him. So the Chief of Police took him and went down with him into the city, whilst the crier preceded them proclaiming aloud and saying, \"This is the reward and the least of the reward he shall receive who doth treason against the Caliphs of True Belief"}, {"quote": "\"O traitor, how cometh it that I brought thee near unto me and thou hast cast me out afar, and I trusted in thee and thou betrayest me?", "context": "\"Where did ye find them?\" They replied, \"In the very middle of the house belonging to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat;\" whereat the Caliph was filled with wrath and took the things, but found not the lanthorn among them and said, \"O Ala al-Din, where is the lanthorn?\" He answered \"I stole it not, I know naught of it; I never saw it; I can give no information about it!\" Said the Caliph, \"O traitor, how cometh it that I brought thee near unto me and thou hast cast me out afar, and I trusted in thee and thou betrayest me?\" And he commanded to hang him. So the Chief of Police took him and went down with him into the city, whilst the crier preceded them proclaiming aloud and saying, \"This is the reward and the least of the reward he shall receive who doth treason against the Caliphs of True Belief!\" And the folk flocked to the place where the gallows stood. Thus far concerning him; but as regards Ahmad al-Danaf, Ala al-Din's adopted father, he was sitting making merry with his followers in a garden, and carousing and pleasuring when lo! in came one of the water-carriers of the Divan and, kissing the hand of Ahmad al-Danaf, said to him,"}, {"quote": "\"This is the reward and the least of the reward he shall receive who doth treason against the Caliphs of True Belief!", "context": "\"I stole it not, I know naught of it; I never saw it; I can give no information about it!\" Said the Caliph, \"O traitor, how cometh it that I brought thee near unto me and thou hast cast me out afar, and I trusted in thee and thou betrayest me?\" And he commanded to hang him. So the Chief of Police took him and went down with him into the city, whilst the crier preceded them proclaiming aloud and saying, \"This is the reward and the least of the reward he shall receive who doth treason against the Caliphs of True Belief!\" And the folk flocked to the place where the gallows stood. Thus far concerning him; but as regards Ahmad al-Danaf, Ala al-Din's adopted father, he was sitting making merry with his followers in a garden, and carousing and pleasuring when lo! in came one of the water-carriers of the Divan and, kissing the hand of Ahmad al-Danaf, said to him, \"O Captain Ahmad, O Danaf! thou sittest at thine ease with water flowing at thy feet,[FN#100] and thou knowest not what hath happened"}, {"quote": "\"O Captain Ahmad, O Danaf! thou sittest at thine ease with water flowing at thy feet,[FN#100] and thou knowest not what hath happened.", "context": "\"This is the reward and the least of the reward he shall receive who doth treason against the Caliphs of True Belief!\" And the folk flocked to the place where the gallows stood. Thus far concerning him; but as regards Ahmad al-Danaf, Ala al-Din's adopted father, he was sitting making merry with his followers in a garden, and carousing and pleasuring when lo! in came one of the water-carriers of the Divan and, kissing the hand of Ahmad al-Danaf, said to him, \"O Captain Ahmad, O Danaf! thou sittest at thine ease with water flowing at thy feet,[FN#100] and thou knowest not what hath happened.\" Asked Ahmad, \"What is it?\" and the other answered, \"They have gone down to the gallows with thy son Ala al-Din, adopted by a covenant before Allah!\" Quoth Ahmad, \"What is the remedy here, O Hasan Shuuman, and what sayst thou of this?\" He replied, \"Assuredly Ala al-Din is innocent and this blame hath come to him from some one enemy.\"[FN#101] Quoth Ahmad, \"What counsellest thou"}, {"quote": "\"They have gone down to the gallows with thy son Ala al-Din, adopted by a covenant before Allah!", "context": "\" And the folk flocked to the place where the gallows stood. Thus far concerning him; but as regards Ahmad al-Danaf, Ala al-Din's adopted father, he was sitting making merry with his followers in a garden, and carousing and pleasuring when lo! in came one of the water-carriers of the Divan and, kissing the hand of Ahmad al-Danaf, said to him, \"O Captain Ahmad, O Danaf! thou sittest at thine ease with water flowing at thy feet,[FN#100] and thou knowest not what hath happened.\" Asked Ahmad, \"What is it?\" and the other answered, \"They have gone down to the gallows with thy son Ala al-Din, adopted by a covenant before Allah!\" Quoth Ahmad, \"What is the remedy here, O Hasan Shuuman, and what sayst thou of this?\" He replied, \"Assuredly Ala al-Din is innocent and this blame hath come to him from some one enemy.\"[FN#101] Quoth Ahmad, \"What counsellest thou?\" and Hasan said, \"We must rescue him, Inshallah!\" Then he went to the jail and said to the gaolor, \"Give us some one who deserveth death"}, {"quote": "\"What is the remedy here, O Hasan Shuuman, and what sayst thou of this?", "context": "\" And the folk flocked to the place where the gallows stood. Thus far concerning him; but as regards Ahmad al-Danaf, Ala al-Din's adopted father, he was sitting making merry with his followers in a garden, and carousing and pleasuring when lo! in came one of the water-carriers of the Divan and, kissing the hand of Ahmad al-Danaf, said to him, \"O Captain Ahmad, O Danaf! thou sittest at thine ease with water flowing at thy feet,[FN#100] and thou knowest not what hath happened.\" Asked Ahmad, \"What is it?\" and the other answered, \"They have gone down to the gallows with thy son Ala al-Din, adopted by a covenant before Allah!\" Quoth Ahmad, \"What is the remedy here, O Hasan Shuuman, and what sayst thou of this?\" He replied, \"Assuredly Ala al-Din is innocent and this blame hath come to him from some one enemy.\"[FN#101] Quoth Ahmad, \"What counsellest thou?\" and Hasan said, \"We must rescue him, Inshallah!\" Then he went to the jail and said to the gaolor, \"Give us some one who deserveth death.\" So he gave him one that was likest of men to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat; and they covered his head and carried him to the place of execution between Ahmad al-Danaf and Ali al-Zaybak of Cairo.[FN#102] Now they had brought Ala al-Din to the gibbet, to hang him, but Ahmad al-Danaf came forward and set his foot on that of the hangman, who said,"}, {"quote": "\"Assuredly Ala al-Din is innocent and this blame hath come to him from some one enemy.\"[FN#10", "context": "\"O Captain Ahmad, O Danaf! thou sittest at thine ease with water flowing at thy feet,[FN#100] and thou knowest not what hath happened.\" Asked Ahmad, \"What is it?\" and the other answered, \"They have gone down to the gallows with thy son Ala al-Din, adopted by a covenant before Allah!\" Quoth Ahmad, \"What is the remedy here, O Hasan Shuuman, and what sayst thou of this?\" He replied, \"Assuredly Ala al-Din is innocent and this blame hath come to him from some one enemy.\"[FN#101] Quoth Ahmad, \"What counsellest thou?\" and Hasan said, \"We must rescue him, Inshallah!\" Then he went to the jail and said to the gaolor, \"Give us some one who deserveth death.\" So he gave him one that was likest of men to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat; and they covered his head and carried him to the place of execution between Ahmad al-Danaf and Ali al-Zaybak of Cairo.[FN#102] Now they had brought Ala al-Din to the gibbet, to hang him, but Ahmad al-Danaf came forward and set his foot on that of the hangman, who said,"}, {"quote": "\"What counsellest thou?", "context": "\"O Captain Ahmad, O Danaf! thou sittest at thine ease with water flowing at thy feet,[FN#100] and thou knowest not what hath happened.\" Asked Ahmad, \"What is it?\" and the other answered, \"They have gone down to the gallows with thy son Ala al-Din, adopted by a covenant before Allah!\" Quoth Ahmad, \"What is the remedy here, O Hasan Shuuman, and what sayst thou of this?\" He replied, \"Assuredly Ala al-Din is innocent and this blame hath come to him from some one enemy.\"[FN#101] Quoth Ahmad, \"What counsellest thou?\" and Hasan said, \"We must rescue him, Inshallah!\" Then he went to the jail and said to the gaolor, \"Give us some one who deserveth death.\" So he gave him one that was likest of men to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat; and they covered his head and carried him to the place of execution between Ahmad al-Danaf and Ali al-Zaybak of Cairo.[FN#102] Now they had brought Ala al-Din to the gibbet, to hang him, but Ahmad al-Danaf came forward and set his foot on that of the hangman, who said,"}, {"quote": "\"We must rescue him, Inshallah!", "context": "\" Asked Ahmad, \"What is it?\" and the other answered, \"They have gone down to the gallows with thy son Ala al-Din, adopted by a covenant before Allah!\" Quoth Ahmad, \"What is the remedy here, O Hasan Shuuman, and what sayst thou of this?\" He replied, \"Assuredly Ala al-Din is innocent and this blame hath come to him from some one enemy.\"[FN#101] Quoth Ahmad, \"What counsellest thou?\" and Hasan said, \"We must rescue him, Inshallah!\" Then he went to the jail and said to the gaolor, \"Give us some one who deserveth death.\" So he gave him one that was likest of men to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat; and they covered his head and carried him to the place of execution between Ahmad al-Danaf and Ali al-Zaybak of Cairo.[FN#102] Now they had brought Ala al-Din to the gibbet, to hang him, but Ahmad al-Danaf came forward and set his foot on that of the hangman, who said,"}, {"quote": "\"Give us some one who deserveth death.", "context": "\"They have gone down to the gallows with thy son Ala al-Din, adopted by a covenant before Allah!\" Quoth Ahmad, \"What is the remedy here, O Hasan Shuuman, and what sayst thou of this?\" He replied, \"Assuredly Ala al-Din is innocent and this blame hath come to him from some one enemy.\"[FN#101] Quoth Ahmad, \"What counsellest thou?\" and Hasan said, \"We must rescue him, Inshallah!\" Then he went to the jail and said to the gaolor, \"Give us some one who deserveth death.\" So he gave him one that was likest of men to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat; and they covered his head and carried him to the place of execution between Ahmad al-Danaf and Ali al-Zaybak of Cairo.[FN#102] Now they had brought Ala al-Din to the gibbet, to hang him, but Ahmad al-Danaf came forward and set his foot on that of the hangman, who said, \"Give me room to do my duty"}, {"quote": "\"Give me room to do my duty.", "context": "\"Give us some one who deserveth death.\" So he gave him one that was likest of men to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat; and they covered his head and carried him to the place of execution between Ahmad al-Danaf and Ali al-Zaybak of Cairo.[FN#102] Now they had brought Ala al-Din to the gibbet, to hang him, but Ahmad al-Danaf came forward and set his foot on that of the hangman, who said, \"Give me room to do my duty.\" He replied, \"O accursed, take this man and hang him in Ala al-Din's stead; for he is innocent and we will ransom him with this fellow, even as Abraham ransomed Ishmael with the ram.\"[FN#103] So the hangman seized the man and hanged him in lieu of Ala al-Din; whereupon Ahmad and Ali took Ala al-Din and carried him to Ahmad's quarters and, when there, Ala al-Din turned to him and said,"}, {"quote": "\"O accursed, take this man and hang him in Ala al-Din's stead; for he is innocent and we will ransom him with this fellow, even as Abraham ransomed Ishmael with the ram.\"[FN#10", "context": "\" So he gave him one that was likest of men to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat; and they covered his head and carried him to the place of execution between Ahmad al-Danaf and Ali al-Zaybak of Cairo.[FN#102] Now they had brought Ala al-Din to the gibbet, to hang him, but Ahmad al-Danaf came forward and set his foot on that of the hangman, who said, \"Give me room to do my duty.\" He replied, \"O accursed, take this man and hang him in Ala al-Din's stead; for he is innocent and we will ransom him with this fellow, even as Abraham ransomed Ishmael with the ram.\"[FN#103] So the hangman seized the man and hanged him in lieu of Ala al-Din; whereupon Ahmad and Ali took Ala al-Din and carried him to Ahmad's quarters and, when there, Ala al-Din turned to him and said, \"O my sire and chief, Allah requite thee with the best of good!\" Quoth he, \"O Ala al-Din\" \u2014 And Shahrazed perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Two Hundred and Sixty-fifth Night,"}, {"quote": "\"O my sire and chief, Allah requite thee with the best of good!", "context": "\"O accursed, take this man and hang him in Ala al-Din's stead; for he is innocent and we will ransom him with this fellow, even as Abraham ransomed Ishmael with the ram.\"[FN#103] So the hangman seized the man and hanged him in lieu of Ala al-Din; whereupon Ahmad and Ali took Ala al-Din and carried him to Ahmad's quarters and, when there, Ala al-Din turned to him and said, \"O my sire and chief, Allah requite thee with the best of good!\" Quoth he, \"O Ala al-Din\" \u2014 And Shahrazed perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Two Hundred and Sixty-fifth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Calamity Ahmad cried, \"O Ala al-Din, what is this deed thou hast done? The mercy of Allah be on him who said, 'Whoso trusteth thee betray him not, e'en if thou be a traitor.' Now the Caliph set thee in high place about him and styled thee 'Trusty' and 'Faithful'; how then couldst thou deal thus with him and steal his goods"}, {"quote": "\"O Ala al-Din", "context": "\"O accursed, take this man and hang him in Ala al-Din's stead; for he is innocent and we will ransom him with this fellow, even as Abraham ransomed Ishmael with the ram.\"[FN#103] So the hangman seized the man and hanged him in lieu of Ala al-Din; whereupon Ahmad and Ali took Ala al-Din and carried him to Ahmad's quarters and, when there, Ala al-Din turned to him and said, \"O my sire and chief, Allah requite thee with the best of good!\" Quoth he, \"O Ala al-Din\" \u2014 And Shahrazed perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Two Hundred and Sixty-fifth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Calamity Ahmad cried, \"O Ala al-Din, what is this deed thou hast done? The mercy of Allah be on him who said, 'Whoso trusteth thee betray him not, e'en if thou be a traitor.' Now the Caliph set thee in high place about him and styled thee 'Trusty' and 'Faithful'; how then couldst thou deal thus with him and steal his goods"}, {"quote": "\"O Ala al-Din, what is this deed thou hast done? The mercy of Allah be on him who said, 'Whoso trusteth thee betray him not, e'en if thou be a traitor.' Now the Caliph set thee in high place about him and styled thee 'Trusty' and 'Faithful'; how then couldst thou deal thus with him and steal his goods?", "context": "3] So the hangman seized the man and hanged him in lieu of Ala al-Din; whereupon Ahmad and Ali took Ala al-Din and carried him to Ahmad's quarters and, when there, Ala al-Din turned to him and said, \"O my sire and chief, Allah requite thee with the best of good!\" Quoth he, \"O Ala al-Din\" \u2014 And Shahrazed perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Two Hundred and Sixty-fifth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Calamity Ahmad cried, \"O Ala al-Din, what is this deed thou hast done? The mercy of Allah be on him who said, 'Whoso trusteth thee betray him not, e'en if thou be a traitor.' Now the Caliph set thee in high place about him and styled thee 'Trusty' and 'Faithful'; how then couldst thou deal thus with him and steal his goods?\" \"By the Most Great Name, O my father and chief,\" replied Ala al-Din, \"I had no hand in this, nor did I such deed, nor know I who did it.\" Quoth Ahmad, \"Of a surety none did this but a manifest enemy and whoso doth aught shall be requited for his deed; but, O Ala al-Din, thou canst sojourn no longer in Baghdad, for Kings, O my son, may not pass from one thing to another, and when they go in quest of a man, ah! longsome is his travail"}, {"quote": "\"By the Most Great Name, O my father and chief,", "context": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Calamity Ahmad cried, \"O Ala al-Din, what is this deed thou hast done? The mercy of Allah be on him who said, 'Whoso trusteth thee betray him not, e'en if thou be a traitor.' Now the Caliph set thee in high place about him and styled thee 'Trusty' and 'Faithful'; how then couldst thou deal thus with him and steal his goods?\" \"By the Most Great Name, O my father and chief,\" replied Ala al-Din, \"I had no hand in this, nor did I such deed, nor know I who did it.\" Quoth Ahmad, \"Of a surety none did this but a manifest enemy and whoso doth aught shall be requited for his deed; but, O Ala al-Din, thou canst sojourn no longer in Baghdad, for Kings, O my son, may not pass from one thing to another, and when they go in quest of a man, ah! longsome is his travail"}, {"quote": "\"I had no hand in this, nor did I such deed, nor know I who did it.", "context": "\"O Ala al-Din, what is this deed thou hast done? The mercy of Allah be on him who said, 'Whoso trusteth thee betray him not, e'en if thou be a traitor.' Now the Caliph set thee in high place about him and styled thee 'Trusty' and 'Faithful'; how then couldst thou deal thus with him and steal his goods?\" \"By the Most Great Name, O my father and chief,\" replied Ala al-Din, \"I had no hand in this, nor did I such deed, nor know I who did it.\" Quoth Ahmad, \"Of a surety none did this but a manifest enemy and whoso doth aught shall be requited for his deed; but, O Ala al-Din, thou canst sojourn no longer in Baghdad, for Kings, O my son, may not pass from one thing to another, and when they go in quest of a man, ah! longsome is his travail.\" \"Whither shall I go, O my chief?\" asked Ala al-Din; and he answered,"}, {"quote": "\"Of a surety none did this but a manifest enemy and whoso doth aught shall be requited for his deed; but, O Ala al-Din, thou canst sojourn no longer in Baghdad, for Kings, O my son, may not pass from one thing to another, and when they go in quest of a man, ah! longsome is his travail.", "context": "\"O Ala al-Din, what is this deed thou hast done? The mercy of Allah be on him who said, 'Whoso trusteth thee betray him not, e'en if thou be a traitor.' Now the Caliph set thee in high place about him and styled thee 'Trusty' and 'Faithful'; how then couldst thou deal thus with him and steal his goods?\" \"By the Most Great Name, O my father and chief,\" replied Ala al-Din, \"I had no hand in this, nor did I such deed, nor know I who did it.\" Quoth Ahmad, \"Of a surety none did this but a manifest enemy and whoso doth aught shall be requited for his deed; but, O Ala al-Din, thou canst sojourn no longer in Baghdad, for Kings, O my son, may not pass from one thing to another, and when they go in quest of a man, ah! longsome is his travail.\" \"Whither shall I go, O my chief?\" asked Ala al-Din; and he answered, \"O my son, I will bring thee to Alexandria, for it is a blessed place; its threshold is green and its sojourn is agreeable.\" And Ala al-Din rejoined, \"I hear and I obey, O my chief.\" So Ahmad said to Hasan Shuuman, \"Be mindful and, when the Caliph asketh for me, say, 'He is gone touring about the provinces'"}, {"quote": "\"Whither shall I go, O my chief?", "context": "\"I had no hand in this, nor did I such deed, nor know I who did it.\" Quoth Ahmad, \"Of a surety none did this but a manifest enemy and whoso doth aught shall be requited for his deed; but, O Ala al-Din, thou canst sojourn no longer in Baghdad, for Kings, O my son, may not pass from one thing to another, and when they go in quest of a man, ah! longsome is his travail.\" \"Whither shall I go, O my chief?\" asked Ala al-Din; and he answered, \"O my son, I will bring thee to Alexandria, for it is a blessed place; its threshold is green and its sojourn is agreeable.\" And Ala al-Din rejoined, \"I hear and I obey, O my chief.\" So Ahmad said to Hasan Shuuman, \"Be mindful and, when the Caliph asketh for me, say, 'He is gone touring about the provinces'.\" Then, taking Ala al-Din, he went forth of Baghdad and stayed not going till they came to the outlying vineyards and gardens, where they met two Jews of the Caliph's tax-gatherers, riding on mules. Quoth Ahmad Al-Danaf to these,"}, {"quote": "\"O my son, I will bring thee to Alexandria, for it is a blessed place; its threshold is green and its sojourn is agreeable.", "context": "\"Of a surety none did this but a manifest enemy and whoso doth aught shall be requited for his deed; but, O Ala al-Din, thou canst sojourn no longer in Baghdad, for Kings, O my son, may not pass from one thing to another, and when they go in quest of a man, ah! longsome is his travail.\" \"Whither shall I go, O my chief?\" asked Ala al-Din; and he answered, \"O my son, I will bring thee to Alexandria, for it is a blessed place; its threshold is green and its sojourn is agreeable.\" And Ala al-Din rejoined, \"I hear and I obey, O my chief.\" So Ahmad said to Hasan Shuuman, \"Be mindful and, when the Caliph asketh for me, say, 'He is gone touring about the provinces'.\" Then, taking Ala al-Din, he went forth of Baghdad and stayed not going till they came to the outlying vineyards and gardens, where they met two Jews of the Caliph's tax-gatherers, riding on mules. Quoth Ahmad Al-Danaf to these,"}, {"quote": "\"I hear and I obey, O my chief.", "context": "\"Of a surety none did this but a manifest enemy and whoso doth aught shall be requited for his deed; but, O Ala al-Din, thou canst sojourn no longer in Baghdad, for Kings, O my son, may not pass from one thing to another, and when they go in quest of a man, ah! longsome is his travail.\" \"Whither shall I go, O my chief?\" asked Ala al-Din; and he answered, \"O my son, I will bring thee to Alexandria, for it is a blessed place; its threshold is green and its sojourn is agreeable.\" And Ala al-Din rejoined, \"I hear and I obey, O my chief.\" So Ahmad said to Hasan Shuuman, \"Be mindful and, when the Caliph asketh for me, say, 'He is gone touring about the provinces'.\" Then, taking Ala al-Din, he went forth of Baghdad and stayed not going till they came to the outlying vineyards and gardens, where they met two Jews of the Caliph's tax-gatherers, riding on mules. Quoth Ahmad Al-Danaf to these, \"Give me the black-mail.\"[FN#1"}, {"quote": "\"Be mindful and, when the Caliph asketh for me, say, 'He is gone touring about the provinces'.", "context": "\"Of a surety none did this but a manifest enemy and whoso doth aught shall be requited for his deed; but, O Ala al-Din, thou canst sojourn no longer in Baghdad, for Kings, O my son, may not pass from one thing to another, and when they go in quest of a man, ah! longsome is his travail.\" \"Whither shall I go, O my chief?\" asked Ala al-Din; and he answered, \"O my son, I will bring thee to Alexandria, for it is a blessed place; its threshold is green and its sojourn is agreeable.\" And Ala al-Din rejoined, \"I hear and I obey, O my chief.\" So Ahmad said to Hasan Shuuman, \"Be mindful and, when the Caliph asketh for me, say, 'He is gone touring about the provinces'.\" Then, taking Ala al-Din, he went forth of Baghdad and stayed not going till they came to the outlying vineyards and gardens, where they met two Jews of the Caliph's tax-gatherers, riding on mules. Quoth Ahmad Al-Danaf to these, \"Give me the black-mail.\"[FN#104] and quoth they, \"Why should we pay thee black mail?\" whereto he replied, \"Because I am the watchman of this valley"}, {"quote": "\"Give me the black-mail.\"[FN#10", "context": "\"I hear and I obey, O my chief.\" So Ahmad said to Hasan Shuuman, \"Be mindful and, when the Caliph asketh for me, say, 'He is gone touring about the provinces'.\" Then, taking Ala al-Din, he went forth of Baghdad and stayed not going till they came to the outlying vineyards and gardens, where they met two Jews of the Caliph's tax-gatherers, riding on mules. Quoth Ahmad Al-Danaf to these, \"Give me the black-mail.\"[FN#104] and quoth they, \"Why should we pay thee black mail?\" whereto he replied, \"Because I am the watchman of this valley.\" So they gave him each an hundred gold pieces, after which he slew them and took their mules, one of which he mounted, whilst Ala al-Din bestrode the other. Then they rode on till they came to the city of Ay\u0431s[FN#105] and put up their beasts for the night at the Khan. And when morning dawned, Ala al-Din sold his own mule and committed that of Ahmad to the charge of the door-keeper of the caravanserai, after which they took ship from Ayas port and sailed to Alexandria. Here they landed and walked up to the bazar and behold, there was a broker crying a shop and a chamber behind it for nine hundred and fifty dinars. Upon this Ala al-Din bid a thousand which the broker accepted, for the premises belonged to the Treasury; and the seller handed over to him the keys and the buyer opened the shop and found the inner parlour furnished with carpets and cushions. Moreover, he found there a store-room full of sails and masts, cordage and seamen's chests, bags of beads and cowrie[FN#106]- shells, stirrups, battle-axes, maces, knives, scissors and such matters, for the last owner of the shop had been a dealer in second-hand goods.[FN#107]ook his seat in the shop and Ahmad al-Danaf said to him,"}, {"quote": "\"Why should we pay thee black mail?", "context": "\"Be mindful and, when the Caliph asketh for me, say, 'He is gone touring about the provinces'.\" Then, taking Ala al-Din, he went forth of Baghdad and stayed not going till they came to the outlying vineyards and gardens, where they met two Jews of the Caliph's tax-gatherers, riding on mules. Quoth Ahmad Al-Danaf to these, \"Give me the black-mail.\"[FN#104] and quoth they, \"Why should we pay thee black mail?\" whereto he replied, \"Because I am the watchman of this valley.\" So they gave him each an hundred gold pieces, after which he slew them and took their mules, one of which he mounted, whilst Ala al-Din bestrode the other. Then they rode on till they came to the city of Ay\u0431s[FN#105] and put up their beasts for the night at the Khan. And when morning dawned, Ala al-Din sold his own mule and committed that of Ahmad to the charge of the door-keeper of the caravanserai, after which they took ship from Ayas port and sailed to Alexandria. Here they landed and walked up to the bazar and behold, there was a broker crying a shop and a chamber behind it for nine hundred and fifty dinars. Upon this Ala al-Din bid a thousand which the broker accepted, for the premises belonged to the Treasury; and the seller handed over to him the keys and the buyer opened the shop and found the inner parlour furnished with carpets and cushions. Moreover, he found there a store-room full of sails and masts, cordage and seamen's chests, bags of beads and cowrie[FN#106]- shells, stirrups, battle-axes, maces, knives, scissors and such matters, for the last owner of the shop had been a dealer in second-hand goods.[FN#107]ook his seat in the shop and Ahmad al-Danaf said to him,"}, {"quote": "\"Because I am the watchman of this valley.", "context": "\"Be mindful and, when the Caliph asketh for me, say, 'He is gone touring about the provinces'.\" Then, taking Ala al-Din, he went forth of Baghdad and stayed not going till they came to the outlying vineyards and gardens, where they met two Jews of the Caliph's tax-gatherers, riding on mules. Quoth Ahmad Al-Danaf to these, \"Give me the black-mail.\"[FN#104] and quoth they, \"Why should we pay thee black mail?\" whereto he replied, \"Because I am the watchman of this valley.\" So they gave him each an hundred gold pieces, after which he slew them and took their mules, one of which he mounted, whilst Ala al-Din bestrode the other. Then they rode on till they came to the city of Ay\u0431s[FN#105] and put up their beasts for the night at the Khan. And when morning dawned, Ala al-Din sold his own mule and committed that of Ahmad to the charge of the door-keeper of the caravanserai, after which they took ship from Ayas port and sailed to Alexandria. Here they landed and walked up to the bazar and behold, there was a broker crying a shop and a chamber behind it for nine hundred and fifty dinars. Upon this Ala al-Din bid a thousand which the broker accepted, for the premises belonged to the Treasury; and the seller handed over to him the keys and the buyer opened the shop and found the inner parlour furnished with carpets and cushions. Moreover, he found there a store-room full of sails and masts, cordage and seamen's chests, bags of beads and cowrie[FN#106]- shells, stirrups, battle-axes, maces, knives, scissors and such matters, for the last owner of the shop had been a dealer in second-hand goods.[FN#107]ook his seat in the shop and Ahmad al-Danaf said to him,"}, {"quote": "\"O my son, the shop and the room and that which is therein are become thine; so tarry thou here and buy and sell; and repine not at thy lot for Almighty Allah blesseth trade.", "context": "\" So they gave him each an hundred gold pieces, after which he slew them and took their mules, one of which he mounted, whilst Ala al-Din bestrode the other. Then they rode on till they came to the city of Ay\u0431s[FN#105] and put up their beasts for the night at the Khan. And when morning dawned, Ala al-Din sold his own mule and committed that of Ahmad to the charge of the door-keeper of the caravanserai, after which they took ship from Ayas port and sailed to Alexandria. Here they landed and walked up to the bazar and behold, there was a broker crying a shop and a chamber behind it for nine hundred and fifty dinars. Upon this Ala al-Din bid a thousand which the broker accepted, for the premises belonged to the Treasury; and the seller handed over to him the keys and the buyer opened the shop and found the inner parlour furnished with carpets and cushions. Moreover, he found there a store-room full of sails and masts, cordage and seamen's chests, bags of beads and cowrie[FN#106]- shells, stirrups, battle-axes, maces, knives, scissors and such matters, for the last owner of the shop had been a dealer in second-hand goods.[FN#107]ook his seat in the shop and Ahmad al-Danaf said to him, \"O my son, the shop and the room and that which is therein are become thine; so tarry thou here and buy and sell; and repine not at thy lot for Almighty Allah blesseth trade.\" After this he abode with him three days and on the fourth he took leave of him, saying, \"Abide here till I go back and bring thee the Caliph's pardon and learn who hath played thee this trick.\" Then he shipped for Ayas, where he took the mule from the inn and, returning to Baghdad met Pestilence Hasan and his followers, to whom said he, \"Hath the Caliph asked after me?\"; and he replied, \"No, nor hast thou come to his thought"}, {"quote": "\"Abide here till I go back and bring thee the Caliph's pardon and learn who hath played thee this trick.", "context": "\" So they gave him each an hundred gold pieces, after which he slew them and took their mules, one of which he mounted, whilst Ala al-Din bestrode the other. Then they rode on till they came to the city of Ay\u0431s[FN#105] and put up their beasts for the night at the Khan. And when morning dawned, Ala al-Din sold his own mule and committed that of Ahmad to the charge of the door-keeper of the caravanserai, after which they took ship from Ayas port and sailed to Alexandria. Here they landed and walked up to the bazar and behold, there was a broker crying a shop and a chamber behind it for nine hundred and fifty dinars. Upon this Ala al-Din bid a thousand which the broker accepted, for the premises belonged to the Treasury; and the seller handed over to him the keys and the buyer opened the shop and found the inner parlour furnished with carpets and cushions. Moreover, he found there a store-room full of sails and masts, cordage and seamen's chests, bags of beads and cowrie[FN#106]- shells, stirrups, battle-axes, maces, knives, scissors and such matters, for the last owner of the shop had been a dealer in second-hand goods.[FN#107]ook his seat in the shop and Ahmad al-Danaf said to him, \"O my son, the shop and the room and that which is therein are become thine; so tarry thou here and buy and sell; and repine not at thy lot for Almighty Allah blesseth trade.\" After this he abode with him three days and on the fourth he took leave of him, saying, \"Abide here till I go back and bring thee the Caliph's pardon and learn who hath played thee this trick.\" Then he shipped for Ayas, where he took the mule from the inn and, returning to Baghdad met Pestilence Hasan and his followers, to whom said he, \"Hath the Caliph asked after me?\"; and he replied, \"No, nor hast thou come to his thought.\" So he resumed his service about the Caliph's person and set himself to sniff about for news of Ala al-Din's case, till one day he heard the Caliph say to the Watir,"}, {"quote": "\"No, nor hast thou come to his thought.", "context": "\"O my son, the shop and the room and that which is therein are become thine; so tarry thou here and buy and sell; and repine not at thy lot for Almighty Allah blesseth trade.\" After this he abode with him three days and on the fourth he took leave of him, saying, \"Abide here till I go back and bring thee the Caliph's pardon and learn who hath played thee this trick.\" Then he shipped for Ayas, where he took the mule from the inn and, returning to Baghdad met Pestilence Hasan and his followers, to whom said he, \"Hath the Caliph asked after me?\"; and he replied, \"No, nor hast thou come to his thought.\" So he resumed his service about the Caliph's person and set himself to sniff about for news of Ala al-Din's case, till one day he heard the Caliph say to the Watir, \"See, O Ja'afar, how Ala al-Din dealt with me!\" Replied the Minister, \"O Commander of the Faithful, thou hast requited him with hanging and hath he not met with his reward?\" Quoth he, \"O Wazir, I have a mind to go down and see him hanging"}, {"quote": "\"See, O Ja'afar, how Ala al-Din dealt with me!", "context": "\" Then he shipped for Ayas, where he took the mule from the inn and, returning to Baghdad met Pestilence Hasan and his followers, to whom said he, \"Hath the Caliph asked after me?\"; and he replied, \"No, nor hast thou come to his thought.\" So he resumed his service about the Caliph's person and set himself to sniff about for news of Ala al-Din's case, till one day he heard the Caliph say to the Watir, \"See, O Ja'afar, how Ala al-Din dealt with me!\" Replied the Minister, \"O Commander of the Faithful, thou hast requited him with hanging and hath he not met with his reward?\" Quoth he, \"O Wazir, I have a mind to go down and see him hanging;\" and the Wazir answered, \"Do what thou wilt, O Commander of the Faithful.\" So the Caliph, accompanied by Ja'afar, went down to the place of execution and, raising his eyes, saw the hanged man to be other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, surnamed the Trusty, and said,"}, {"quote": "\"O Commander of the Faithful, thou hast requited him with hanging and hath he not met with his reward?", "context": "\" Then he shipped for Ayas, where he took the mule from the inn and, returning to Baghdad met Pestilence Hasan and his followers, to whom said he, \"Hath the Caliph asked after me?\"; and he replied, \"No, nor hast thou come to his thought.\" So he resumed his service about the Caliph's person and set himself to sniff about for news of Ala al-Din's case, till one day he heard the Caliph say to the Watir, \"See, O Ja'afar, how Ala al-Din dealt with me!\" Replied the Minister, \"O Commander of the Faithful, thou hast requited him with hanging and hath he not met with his reward?\" Quoth he, \"O Wazir, I have a mind to go down and see him hanging;\" and the Wazir answered, \"Do what thou wilt, O Commander of the Faithful.\" So the Caliph, accompanied by Ja'afar, went down to the place of execution and, raising his eyes, saw the hanged man to be other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, surnamed the Trusty, and said, \"O Wazir, this is not Ala al-Din"}, {"quote": "\"O Wazir, I have a mind to go down and see him hanging;", "context": "\"No, nor hast thou come to his thought.\" So he resumed his service about the Caliph's person and set himself to sniff about for news of Ala al-Din's case, till one day he heard the Caliph say to the Watir, \"See, O Ja'afar, how Ala al-Din dealt with me!\" Replied the Minister, \"O Commander of the Faithful, thou hast requited him with hanging and hath he not met with his reward?\" Quoth he, \"O Wazir, I have a mind to go down and see him hanging;\" and the Wazir answered, \"Do what thou wilt, O Commander of the Faithful.\" So the Caliph, accompanied by Ja'afar, went down to the place of execution and, raising his eyes, saw the hanged man to be other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, surnamed the Trusty, and said, \"O Wazir, this is not Ala al-Din!\" \"How knowest thou that it is not he?\" asked the Minister, and the Caliph answered, \"Ala al-Din was short and this one is tall \" Quoth Ja'afar,"}, {"quote": "\"Do what thou wilt, O Commander of the Faithful.", "context": "\" So he resumed his service about the Caliph's person and set himself to sniff about for news of Ala al-Din's case, till one day he heard the Caliph say to the Watir, \"See, O Ja'afar, how Ala al-Din dealt with me!\" Replied the Minister, \"O Commander of the Faithful, thou hast requited him with hanging and hath he not met with his reward?\" Quoth he, \"O Wazir, I have a mind to go down and see him hanging;\" and the Wazir answered, \"Do what thou wilt, O Commander of the Faithful.\" So the Caliph, accompanied by Ja'afar, went down to the place of execution and, raising his eyes, saw the hanged man to be other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, surnamed the Trusty, and said, \"O Wazir, this is not Ala al-Din!\" \"How knowest thou that it is not he?\" asked the Minister, and the Caliph answered, \"Ala al-Din was short and this one is tall \" Quoth Ja'afar,"}, {"quote": "\"O Wazir, this is not Ala al-Din!", "context": "\"O Commander of the Faithful, thou hast requited him with hanging and hath he not met with his reward?\" Quoth he, \"O Wazir, I have a mind to go down and see him hanging;\" and the Wazir answered, \"Do what thou wilt, O Commander of the Faithful.\" So the Caliph, accompanied by Ja'afar, went down to the place of execution and, raising his eyes, saw the hanged man to be other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, surnamed the Trusty, and said, \"O Wazir, this is not Ala al-Din!\" \"How knowest thou that it is not he?\" asked the Minister, and the Caliph answered, \"Ala al-Din was short and this one is tall \" Quoth Ja'afar, \"Hanging stretcheth.\" Quoth the Caliph, \"Ala al-Din was fair and this one's face is black.\" Said Ja'afar \"Knowest thou not, O Commander of the Faithful, that death is followed by blackness?\" Then the Caliph bade take down the body from the gallows tree and they found the names of the two Shaykhs, Abu Bakr and Omar, written on its heels[FN#108] whereupon cried the Caliph,"}, {"quote": "\"How knowest thou that it is not he?", "context": "\"O Wazir, I have a mind to go down and see him hanging;\" and the Wazir answered, \"Do what thou wilt, O Commander of the Faithful.\" So the Caliph, accompanied by Ja'afar, went down to the place of execution and, raising his eyes, saw the hanged man to be other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, surnamed the Trusty, and said, \"O Wazir, this is not Ala al-Din!\" \"How knowest thou that it is not he?\" asked the Minister, and the Caliph answered, \"Ala al-Din was short and this one is tall \" Quoth Ja'afar, \"Hanging stretcheth.\" Quoth the Caliph, \"Ala al-Din was fair and this one's face is black.\" Said Ja'afar \"Knowest thou not, O Commander of the Faithful, that death is followed by blackness?\" Then the Caliph bade take down the body from the gallows tree and they found the names of the two Shaykhs, Abu Bakr and Omar, written on its heels[FN#108] whereupon cried the Caliph,"}, {"quote": "\"Hanging stretcheth.", "context": "\" So the Caliph, accompanied by Ja'afar, went down to the place of execution and, raising his eyes, saw the hanged man to be other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, surnamed the Trusty, and said, \"O Wazir, this is not Ala al-Din!\" \"How knowest thou that it is not he?\" asked the Minister, and the Caliph answered, \"Ala al-Din was short and this one is tall \" Quoth Ja'afar, \"Hanging stretcheth.\" Quoth the Caliph, \"Ala al-Din was fair and this one's face is black.\" Said Ja'afar \"Knowest thou not, O Commander of the Faithful, that death is followed by blackness?\" Then the Caliph bade take down the body from the gallows tree and they found the names of the two Shaykhs, Abu Bakr and Omar, written on its heels[FN#108] whereupon cried the Caliph, \"O Wazir, Ala al Din was a Sunnite, and this fellow is a Rejecter, a Shi'ah"}, {"quote": "\"Ala al-Din was fair and this one's face is black.", "context": "\" So the Caliph, accompanied by Ja'afar, went down to the place of execution and, raising his eyes, saw the hanged man to be other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, surnamed the Trusty, and said, \"O Wazir, this is not Ala al-Din!\" \"How knowest thou that it is not he?\" asked the Minister, and the Caliph answered, \"Ala al-Din was short and this one is tall \" Quoth Ja'afar, \"Hanging stretcheth.\" Quoth the Caliph, \"Ala al-Din was fair and this one's face is black.\" Said Ja'afar \"Knowest thou not, O Commander of the Faithful, that death is followed by blackness?\" Then the Caliph bade take down the body from the gallows tree and they found the names of the two Shaykhs, Abu Bakr and Omar, written on its heels[FN#108] whereupon cried the Caliph, \"O Wazir, Ala al Din was a Sunnite, and this fellow is a Rejecter, a Shi'ah"}, {"quote": "\"Knowest thou not, O Commander of the Faithful, that death is followed by blackness?", "context": "\" So the Caliph, accompanied by Ja'afar, went down to the place of execution and, raising his eyes, saw the hanged man to be other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, surnamed the Trusty, and said, \"O Wazir, this is not Ala al-Din!\" \"How knowest thou that it is not he?\" asked the Minister, and the Caliph answered, \"Ala al-Din was short and this one is tall \" Quoth Ja'afar, \"Hanging stretcheth.\" Quoth the Caliph, \"Ala al-Din was fair and this one's face is black.\" Said Ja'afar \"Knowest thou not, O Commander of the Faithful, that death is followed by blackness?\" Then the Caliph bade take down the body from the gallows tree and they found the names of the two Shaykhs, Abu Bakr and Omar, written on its heels[FN#108] whereupon cried the Caliph, \"O Wazir, Ala al Din was a Sunnite, and this fellow is a Rejecter, a Shi'ah.\" He answered, \"Glory be to Allah who knoweth the hidden things, while we know not whether this was Ala al-Din or other than he"}, {"quote": "\"O Wazir, Ala al Din was a Sunnite, and this fellow is a Rejecter, a Shi'ah.", "context": "\" Quoth the Caliph, \"Ala al-Din was fair and this one's face is black.\" Said Ja'afar \"Knowest thou not, O Commander of the Faithful, that death is followed by blackness?\" Then the Caliph bade take down the body from the gallows tree and they found the names of the two Shaykhs, Abu Bakr and Omar, written on its heels[FN#108] whereupon cried the Caliph, \"O Wazir, Ala al Din was a Sunnite, and this fellow is a Rejecter, a Shi'ah.\" He answered, \"Glory be to Allah who knoweth the hidden things, while we know not whether this was Ala al-Din or other than he.\" Then the Caliph bade bury the body and they buried it; and Ala al-Din was forgotten as though he never had been. Such was his case; but as regards Habzalam Bazazah, the Emir Kh\u0431lid's son, he ceased not to languish for love and longing till he died and they joined him to the dust. And as for the young wife Jessamine, she accomplished the months of her pregnancy and, being taken with labour-pains, gave birth to a boy-child like unto the moon. And when her fellow slave-girls said to her,"}, {"quote": "\"Glory be to Allah who knoweth the hidden things, while we know not whether this was Ala al-Din or other than he.", "context": "\"Knowest thou not, O Commander of the Faithful, that death is followed by blackness?\" Then the Caliph bade take down the body from the gallows tree and they found the names of the two Shaykhs, Abu Bakr and Omar, written on its heels[FN#108] whereupon cried the Caliph, \"O Wazir, Ala al Din was a Sunnite, and this fellow is a Rejecter, a Shi'ah.\" He answered, \"Glory be to Allah who knoweth the hidden things, while we know not whether this was Ala al-Din or other than he.\" Then the Caliph bade bury the body and they buried it; and Ala al-Din was forgotten as though he never had been. Such was his case; but as regards Habzalam Bazazah, the Emir Kh\u0431lid's son, he ceased not to languish for love and longing till he died and they joined him to the dust. And as for the young wife Jessamine, she accomplished the months of her pregnancy and, being taken with labour-pains, gave birth to a boy-child like unto the moon. And when her fellow slave-girls said to her,"}, {"quote": "\"What wilt thou name him?", "context": "\" Then the Caliph bade bury the body and they buried it; and Ala al-Din was forgotten as though he never had been. Such was his case; but as regards Habzalam Bazazah, the Emir Kh\u0431lid's son, he ceased not to languish for love and longing till he died and they joined him to the dust. And as for the young wife Jessamine, she accomplished the months of her pregnancy and, being taken with labour-pains, gave birth to a boy-child like unto the moon. And when her fellow slave-girls said to her, \"What wilt thou name him?\" she answered, \"Were his father well he had named him; but now I will name him Asl\u0431n.\"[FN#109] She gave him suck for two successive years, then weaned him, and he crawled and walked. Now it so came to pass that one day, whilst his mother was busied with the service of the kitchen, the boy went out and, seeing the stairs, mounted to the guest-chamber.[FN#110] And the Emir Kh\u0431lid who was sitting there took him upon his lap and glorified his Lord for that which he had created and fashioned then closely eyeing his face, the Governor saw that he was the likest of all creatures to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat. Presently, his mother Jessamine sought for him and finding him not, mounted to the guest-chamber, where she saw the Emir seated, with the child playing in his lap, for Allah had inclined his heart to the boy. And when the child espied his mother, he would have thrown himself upon her; but the Emir held him tight to his bosom and said to Jessamine,"}, {"quote": "\"Were his father well he had named him; but now I will name him Asl\u0431n.\"[FN#10", "context": "\" Then the Caliph bade bury the body and they buried it; and Ala al-Din was forgotten as though he never had been. Such was his case; but as regards Habzalam Bazazah, the Emir Kh\u0431lid's son, he ceased not to languish for love and longing till he died and they joined him to the dust. And as for the young wife Jessamine, she accomplished the months of her pregnancy and, being taken with labour-pains, gave birth to a boy-child like unto the moon. And when her fellow slave-girls said to her, \"What wilt thou name him?\" she answered, \"Were his father well he had named him; but now I will name him Asl\u0431n.\"[FN#109] She gave him suck for two successive years, then weaned him, and he crawled and walked. Now it so came to pass that one day, whilst his mother was busied with the service of the kitchen, the boy went out and, seeing the stairs, mounted to the guest-chamber.[FN#110] And the Emir Kh\u0431lid who was sitting there took him upon his lap and glorified his Lord for that which he had created and fashioned then closely eyeing his face, the Governor saw that he was the likest of all creatures to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat. Presently, his mother Jessamine sought for him and finding him not, mounted to the guest-chamber, where she saw the Emir seated, with the child playing in his lap, for Allah had inclined his heart to the boy. And when the child espied his mother, he would have thrown himself upon her; but the Emir held him tight to his bosom and said to Jessamine,"}, {"quote": "\"Come hither, O damsel.", "context": "9] She gave him suck for two successive years, then weaned him, and he crawled and walked. Now it so came to pass that one day, whilst his mother was busied with the service of the kitchen, the boy went out and, seeing the stairs, mounted to the guest-chamber.[FN#110] And the Emir Kh\u0431lid who was sitting there took him upon his lap and glorified his Lord for that which he had created and fashioned then closely eyeing his face, the Governor saw that he was the likest of all creatures to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat. Presently, his mother Jessamine sought for him and finding him not, mounted to the guest-chamber, where she saw the Emir seated, with the child playing in his lap, for Allah had inclined his heart to the boy. And when the child espied his mother, he would have thrown himself upon her; but the Emir held him tight to his bosom and said to Jessamine, \"Come hither, O damsel.\" So she came to him, when he said to her, \"Whose son is this?\"; and she replied, \"He is my son and the fruit of my vitals.\" \"And who is his father?\" asked the Emir; and she answered, \"His father was Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, but now he is become thy son.\" Quoth Kh\u0431lid, \"In very sooth Ala al-Din was a traitor.\" Quoth she, \"Allah deliver him from treason! the Heavens forfend and forbid that the 'Trusty' should be a traitor"}, {"quote": "\"He is my son and the fruit of my vitals.", "context": "9] She gave him suck for two successive years, then weaned him, and he crawled and walked. Now it so came to pass that one day, whilst his mother was busied with the service of the kitchen, the boy went out and, seeing the stairs, mounted to the guest-chamber.[FN#110] And the Emir Kh\u0431lid who was sitting there took him upon his lap and glorified his Lord for that which he had created and fashioned then closely eyeing his face, the Governor saw that he was the likest of all creatures to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat. Presently, his mother Jessamine sought for him and finding him not, mounted to the guest-chamber, where she saw the Emir seated, with the child playing in his lap, for Allah had inclined his heart to the boy. And when the child espied his mother, he would have thrown himself upon her; but the Emir held him tight to his bosom and said to Jessamine, \"Come hither, O damsel.\" So she came to him, when he said to her, \"Whose son is this?\"; and she replied, \"He is my son and the fruit of my vitals.\" \"And who is his father?\" asked the Emir; and she answered, \"His father was Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, but now he is become thy son.\" Quoth Kh\u0431lid, \"In very sooth Ala al-Din was a traitor.\" Quoth she, \"Allah deliver him from treason! the Heavens forfend and forbid that the 'Trusty' should be a traitor!\" Then said he, \"When this boy shall grow up and reach man's estate and say to thee, 'Who is my father?' say to him, 'Thou art the son of the Emir Kh\u0431lid, Governor and Chief of Police."}, {"quote": "\"And who is his father?", "context": "9] She gave him suck for two successive years, then weaned him, and he crawled and walked. Now it so came to pass that one day, whilst his mother was busied with the service of the kitchen, the boy went out and, seeing the stairs, mounted to the guest-chamber.[FN#110] And the Emir Kh\u0431lid who was sitting there took him upon his lap and glorified his Lord for that which he had created and fashioned then closely eyeing his face, the Governor saw that he was the likest of all creatures to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat. Presently, his mother Jessamine sought for him and finding him not, mounted to the guest-chamber, where she saw the Emir seated, with the child playing in his lap, for Allah had inclined his heart to the boy. And when the child espied his mother, he would have thrown himself upon her; but the Emir held him tight to his bosom and said to Jessamine, \"Come hither, O damsel.\" So she came to him, when he said to her, \"Whose son is this?\"; and she replied, \"He is my son and the fruit of my vitals.\" \"And who is his father?\" asked the Emir; and she answered, \"His father was Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, but now he is become thy son.\" Quoth Kh\u0431lid, \"In very sooth Ala al-Din was a traitor.\" Quoth she, \"Allah deliver him from treason! the Heavens forfend and forbid that the 'Trusty' should be a traitor!\" Then said he, \"When this boy shall grow up and reach man's estate and say to thee, 'Who is my father?' say to him, 'Thou art the son of the Emir Kh\u0431lid, Governor and Chief of Police."}, {"quote": "\"His father was Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, but now he is become thy son.", "context": "9] She gave him suck for two successive years, then weaned him, and he crawled and walked. Now it so came to pass that one day, whilst his mother was busied with the service of the kitchen, the boy went out and, seeing the stairs, mounted to the guest-chamber.[FN#110] And the Emir Kh\u0431lid who was sitting there took him upon his lap and glorified his Lord for that which he had created and fashioned then closely eyeing his face, the Governor saw that he was the likest of all creatures to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat. Presently, his mother Jessamine sought for him and finding him not, mounted to the guest-chamber, where she saw the Emir seated, with the child playing in his lap, for Allah had inclined his heart to the boy. And when the child espied his mother, he would have thrown himself upon her; but the Emir held him tight to his bosom and said to Jessamine, \"Come hither, O damsel.\" So she came to him, when he said to her, \"Whose son is this?\"; and she replied, \"He is my son and the fruit of my vitals.\" \"And who is his father?\" asked the Emir; and she answered, \"His father was Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, but now he is become thy son.\" Quoth Kh\u0431lid, \"In very sooth Ala al-Din was a traitor.\" Quoth she, \"Allah deliver him from treason! the Heavens forfend and forbid that the 'Trusty' should be a traitor!\" Then said he, \"When this boy shall grow up and reach man's estate and say to thee, 'Who is my father?' say to him, 'Thou art the son of the Emir Kh\u0431lid, Governor and Chief of Police."}, {"quote": "\"In very sooth Ala al-Din was a traitor.", "context": "9] She gave him suck for two successive years, then weaned him, and he crawled and walked. Now it so came to pass that one day, whilst his mother was busied with the service of the kitchen, the boy went out and, seeing the stairs, mounted to the guest-chamber.[FN#110] And the Emir Kh\u0431lid who was sitting there took him upon his lap and glorified his Lord for that which he had created and fashioned then closely eyeing his face, the Governor saw that he was the likest of all creatures to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat. Presently, his mother Jessamine sought for him and finding him not, mounted to the guest-chamber, where she saw the Emir seated, with the child playing in his lap, for Allah had inclined his heart to the boy. And when the child espied his mother, he would have thrown himself upon her; but the Emir held him tight to his bosom and said to Jessamine, \"Come hither, O damsel.\" So she came to him, when he said to her, \"Whose son is this?\"; and she replied, \"He is my son and the fruit of my vitals.\" \"And who is his father?\" asked the Emir; and she answered, \"His father was Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, but now he is become thy son.\" Quoth Kh\u0431lid, \"In very sooth Ala al-Din was a traitor.\" Quoth she, \"Allah deliver him from treason! the Heavens forfend and forbid that the 'Trusty' should be a traitor!\" Then said he, \"When this boy shall grow up and reach man's estate and say to thee, 'Who is my father?' say to him, 'Thou art the son of the Emir Kh\u0431lid, Governor and Chief of Police.'\" And she answered, \"I hear and I obey.\" Then he circumcised the boy and reared him with the goodliest rearing, and engaged for him a professor of law and religious science, and an expert penman who taught him to read and write; so he read the Koran twice and learnt it by heart and he grew up, saying to the Emir,"}, {"quote": "\"Allah deliver him from treason! the Heavens forfend and forbid that the 'Trusty' should be a traitor!", "context": "\"Come hither, O damsel.\" So she came to him, when he said to her, \"Whose son is this?\"; and she replied, \"He is my son and the fruit of my vitals.\" \"And who is his father?\" asked the Emir; and she answered, \"His father was Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, but now he is become thy son.\" Quoth Kh\u0431lid, \"In very sooth Ala al-Din was a traitor.\" Quoth she, \"Allah deliver him from treason! the Heavens forfend and forbid that the 'Trusty' should be a traitor!\" Then said he, \"When this boy shall grow up and reach man's estate and say to thee, 'Who is my father?' say to him, 'Thou art the son of the Emir Kh\u0431lid, Governor and Chief of Police.'\" And she answered, \"I hear and I obey.\" Then he circumcised the boy and reared him with the goodliest rearing, and engaged for him a professor of law and religious science, and an expert penman who taught him to read and write; so he read the Koran twice and learnt it by heart and he grew up, saying to the Emir,"}, {"quote": "\"When this boy shall grow up and reach man's estate and say to thee, 'Who is my father?' say to him, 'Thou art the son of the Emir Kh\u0431lid, Governor and Chief of Police.'", "context": "\"He is my son and the fruit of my vitals.\" \"And who is his father?\" asked the Emir; and she answered, \"His father was Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, but now he is become thy son.\" Quoth Kh\u0431lid, \"In very sooth Ala al-Din was a traitor.\" Quoth she, \"Allah deliver him from treason! the Heavens forfend and forbid that the 'Trusty' should be a traitor!\" Then said he, \"When this boy shall grow up and reach man's estate and say to thee, 'Who is my father?' say to him, 'Thou art the son of the Emir Kh\u0431lid, Governor and Chief of Police.'\" And she answered, \"I hear and I obey.\" Then he circumcised the boy and reared him with the goodliest rearing, and engaged for him a professor of law and religious science, and an expert penman who taught him to read and write; so he read the Koran twice and learnt it by heart and he grew up, saying to the Emir, \"O my father!\" Moreover, the Governor used to go down with him to the tilting-ground and assemble horsemen and teach the lad the fashion of fight and fray, and the place to plant lance-thrust and sabre-stroke; so that by the time he was fourteen years old, he became a valiant wight and accomplished knight and gained the rank of Emir. Now it chanced one day that Aslan fell in with Ahmad Kamakim, the arch-thief, and accompanied him as cup- companion to the tavern[FN#111] and behold, Ahmad took out the jewelled lanthorn he had stolen from the Caliph and, setting it before him, pledged the wine cup to its light, till he became drunken. So Aslan said to him,"}, {"quote": "\"I hear and I obey.", "context": "\"In very sooth Ala al-Din was a traitor.\" Quoth she, \"Allah deliver him from treason! the Heavens forfend and forbid that the 'Trusty' should be a traitor!\" Then said he, \"When this boy shall grow up and reach man's estate and say to thee, 'Who is my father?' say to him, 'Thou art the son of the Emir Kh\u0431lid, Governor and Chief of Police.'\" And she answered, \"I hear and I obey.\" Then he circumcised the boy and reared him with the goodliest rearing, and engaged for him a professor of law and religious science, and an expert penman who taught him to read and write; so he read the Koran twice and learnt it by heart and he grew up, saying to the Emir, \"O my father!\" Moreover, the Governor used to go down with him to the tilting-ground and assemble horsemen and teach the lad the fashion of fight and fray, and the place to plant lance-thrust and sabre-stroke; so that by the time he was fourteen years old, he became a valiant wight and accomplished knight and gained the rank of Emir. Now it chanced one day that Aslan fell in with Ahmad Kamakim, the arch-thief, and accompanied him as cup- companion to the tavern[FN#111] and behold, Ahmad took out the jewelled lanthorn he had stolen from the Caliph and, setting it before him, pledged the wine cup to its light, till he became drunken. So Aslan said to him,"}, {"quote": "\"O my father!", "context": "\"When this boy shall grow up and reach man's estate and say to thee, 'Who is my father?' say to him, 'Thou art the son of the Emir Kh\u0431lid, Governor and Chief of Police.'\" And she answered, \"I hear and I obey.\" Then he circumcised the boy and reared him with the goodliest rearing, and engaged for him a professor of law and religious science, and an expert penman who taught him to read and write; so he read the Koran twice and learnt it by heart and he grew up, saying to the Emir, \"O my father!\" Moreover, the Governor used to go down with him to the tilting-ground and assemble horsemen and teach the lad the fashion of fight and fray, and the place to plant lance-thrust and sabre-stroke; so that by the time he was fourteen years old, he became a valiant wight and accomplished knight and gained the rank of Emir. Now it chanced one day that Aslan fell in with Ahmad Kamakim, the arch-thief, and accompanied him as cup- companion to the tavern[FN#111] and behold, Ahmad took out the jewelled lanthorn he had stolen from the Caliph and, setting it before him, pledged the wine cup to its light, till he became drunken. So Aslan said to him,"}, {"quote": "\"O Captain, give me this lanthorn;", "context": "\" Moreover, the Governor used to go down with him to the tilting-ground and assemble horsemen and teach the lad the fashion of fight and fray, and the place to plant lance-thrust and sabre-stroke; so that by the time he was fourteen years old, he became a valiant wight and accomplished knight and gained the rank of Emir. Now it chanced one day that Aslan fell in with Ahmad Kamakim, the arch-thief, and accompanied him as cup- companion to the tavern[FN#111] and behold, Ahmad took out the jewelled lanthorn he had stolen from the Caliph and, setting it before him, pledged the wine cup to its light, till he became drunken. So Aslan said to him, \"O Captain, give me this lanthorn;\" but he replied, \"I cannot give it to thee.\" Asked Aslan, \"Why not?\"; and Ahmad answered, \"Because lives have been lost for it.\" \"Whose life?\" enquired Aslan; and Ahmad rejoined, \"There came hither a man who was made Chief of the Sixty; he was named Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat and he lost his life through this lanthorn.\" Quoth Aslan, \"And what was that story, and what brought about his death"}, {"quote": "\"I cannot give it to thee.", "context": "\" Moreover, the Governor used to go down with him to the tilting-ground and assemble horsemen and teach the lad the fashion of fight and fray, and the place to plant lance-thrust and sabre-stroke; so that by the time he was fourteen years old, he became a valiant wight and accomplished knight and gained the rank of Emir. Now it chanced one day that Aslan fell in with Ahmad Kamakim, the arch-thief, and accompanied him as cup- companion to the tavern[FN#111] and behold, Ahmad took out the jewelled lanthorn he had stolen from the Caliph and, setting it before him, pledged the wine cup to its light, till he became drunken. So Aslan said to him, \"O Captain, give me this lanthorn;\" but he replied, \"I cannot give it to thee.\" Asked Aslan, \"Why not?\"; and Ahmad answered, \"Because lives have been lost for it.\" \"Whose life?\" enquired Aslan; and Ahmad rejoined, \"There came hither a man who was made Chief of the Sixty; he was named Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat and he lost his life through this lanthorn.\" Quoth Aslan, \"And what was that story, and what brought about his death?\" Quoth Ahmad Kamakim,"}, {"quote": "\"Because lives have been lost for it.", "context": "\" Moreover, the Governor used to go down with him to the tilting-ground and assemble horsemen and teach the lad the fashion of fight and fray, and the place to plant lance-thrust and sabre-stroke; so that by the time he was fourteen years old, he became a valiant wight and accomplished knight and gained the rank of Emir. Now it chanced one day that Aslan fell in with Ahmad Kamakim, the arch-thief, and accompanied him as cup- companion to the tavern[FN#111] and behold, Ahmad took out the jewelled lanthorn he had stolen from the Caliph and, setting it before him, pledged the wine cup to its light, till he became drunken. So Aslan said to him, \"O Captain, give me this lanthorn;\" but he replied, \"I cannot give it to thee.\" Asked Aslan, \"Why not?\"; and Ahmad answered, \"Because lives have been lost for it.\" \"Whose life?\" enquired Aslan; and Ahmad rejoined, \"There came hither a man who was made Chief of the Sixty; he was named Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat and he lost his life through this lanthorn.\" Quoth Aslan, \"And what was that story, and what brought about his death?\" Quoth Ahmad Kamakim, \"Thou hadst an elder brother by name Hahzalam Bazazah, and when he reached the age of sixteen and was ripe for marriage, thy father would have bought him a slave-girl named Jessamine"}, {"quote": "\"There came hither a man who was made Chief of the Sixty; he was named Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat and he lost his life through this lanthorn.", "context": "\" Moreover, the Governor used to go down with him to the tilting-ground and assemble horsemen and teach the lad the fashion of fight and fray, and the place to plant lance-thrust and sabre-stroke; so that by the time he was fourteen years old, he became a valiant wight and accomplished knight and gained the rank of Emir. Now it chanced one day that Aslan fell in with Ahmad Kamakim, the arch-thief, and accompanied him as cup- companion to the tavern[FN#111] and behold, Ahmad took out the jewelled lanthorn he had stolen from the Caliph and, setting it before him, pledged the wine cup to its light, till he became drunken. So Aslan said to him, \"O Captain, give me this lanthorn;\" but he replied, \"I cannot give it to thee.\" Asked Aslan, \"Why not?\"; and Ahmad answered, \"Because lives have been lost for it.\" \"Whose life?\" enquired Aslan; and Ahmad rejoined, \"There came hither a man who was made Chief of the Sixty; he was named Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat and he lost his life through this lanthorn.\" Quoth Aslan, \"And what was that story, and what brought about his death?\" Quoth Ahmad Kamakim, \"Thou hadst an elder brother by name Hahzalam Bazazah, and when he reached the age of sixteen and was ripe for marriage, thy father would have bought him a slave-girl named Jessamine.\" And he went on to tell him the whole story from first to last of Habzalam Bazazah's illness and what befell Ala al-Din in his innocence. When Aslan heard this, he said in thought,"}, {"quote": "\"And what was that story, and what brought about his death?", "context": "\"O Captain, give me this lanthorn;\" but he replied, \"I cannot give it to thee.\" Asked Aslan, \"Why not?\"; and Ahmad answered, \"Because lives have been lost for it.\" \"Whose life?\" enquired Aslan; and Ahmad rejoined, \"There came hither a man who was made Chief of the Sixty; he was named Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat and he lost his life through this lanthorn.\" Quoth Aslan, \"And what was that story, and what brought about his death?\" Quoth Ahmad Kamakim, \"Thou hadst an elder brother by name Hahzalam Bazazah, and when he reached the age of sixteen and was ripe for marriage, thy father would have bought him a slave-girl named Jessamine.\" And he went on to tell him the whole story from first to last of Habzalam Bazazah's illness and what befell Ala al-Din in his innocence. When Aslan heard this, he said in thought, \"Haply this slave-girl was my mother Jessamine, and my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat"}, {"quote": "\"Thou hadst an elder brother by name Hahzalam Bazazah, and when he reached the age of sixteen and was ripe for marriage, thy father would have bought him a slave-girl named Jessamine.", "context": "\" Asked Aslan, \"Why not?\"; and Ahmad answered, \"Because lives have been lost for it.\" \"Whose life?\" enquired Aslan; and Ahmad rejoined, \"There came hither a man who was made Chief of the Sixty; he was named Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat and he lost his life through this lanthorn.\" Quoth Aslan, \"And what was that story, and what brought about his death?\" Quoth Ahmad Kamakim, \"Thou hadst an elder brother by name Hahzalam Bazazah, and when he reached the age of sixteen and was ripe for marriage, thy father would have bought him a slave-girl named Jessamine.\" And he went on to tell him the whole story from first to last of Habzalam Bazazah's illness and what befell Ala al-Din in his innocence. When Aslan heard this, he said in thought, \"Haply this slave-girl was my mother Jessamine, and my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat.\" So the boy went out from him sorrowful, and met Calamity Ahmad, who at sight of him exclaimed, \"Glory be to Him unto whom none is like"}, {"quote": "\"Haply this slave-girl was my mother Jessamine, and my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat.", "context": "\"And what was that story, and what brought about his death?\" Quoth Ahmad Kamakim, \"Thou hadst an elder brother by name Hahzalam Bazazah, and when he reached the age of sixteen and was ripe for marriage, thy father would have bought him a slave-girl named Jessamine.\" And he went on to tell him the whole story from first to last of Habzalam Bazazah's illness and what befell Ala al-Din in his innocence. When Aslan heard this, he said in thought, \"Haply this slave-girl was my mother Jessamine, and my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat.\" So the boy went out from him sorrowful, and met Calamity Ahmad, who at sight of him exclaimed, \"Glory be to Him unto whom none is like!\" Asked Hasan the Pestilence, \"Whereat dost thou marvel, O my chief?\" and Ahmad the Calamity replied, \"At the make of yonder boy Aslan, for he is the likest of human creatures to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat.\" Then he called the lad and said to him, \"O Aslan what is thy mother's name?\"; to which he replied,"}, {"quote": "\"Glory be to Him unto whom none is like!", "context": "\" And he went on to tell him the whole story from first to last of Habzalam Bazazah's illness and what befell Ala al-Din in his innocence. When Aslan heard this, he said in thought, \"Haply this slave-girl was my mother Jessamine, and my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat.\" So the boy went out from him sorrowful, and met Calamity Ahmad, who at sight of him exclaimed, \"Glory be to Him unto whom none is like!\" Asked Hasan the Pestilence, \"Whereat dost thou marvel, O my chief?\" and Ahmad the Calamity replied, \"At the make of yonder boy Aslan, for he is the likest of human creatures to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat.\" Then he called the lad and said to him, \"O Aslan what is thy mother's name?\"; to which he replied, \"She is called the damsel Jessamine;\" and the other said, \"Harkye, Aslan, be of good cheer and keep thine eyes cool and clear; for thy father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat: but, O my son, go thou in to thy mother and question her of thy father"}, {"quote": "\"Whereat dost thou marvel, O my chief?", "context": "\" And he went on to tell him the whole story from first to last of Habzalam Bazazah's illness and what befell Ala al-Din in his innocence. When Aslan heard this, he said in thought, \"Haply this slave-girl was my mother Jessamine, and my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat.\" So the boy went out from him sorrowful, and met Calamity Ahmad, who at sight of him exclaimed, \"Glory be to Him unto whom none is like!\" Asked Hasan the Pestilence, \"Whereat dost thou marvel, O my chief?\" and Ahmad the Calamity replied, \"At the make of yonder boy Aslan, for he is the likest of human creatures to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat.\" Then he called the lad and said to him, \"O Aslan what is thy mother's name?\"; to which he replied, \"She is called the damsel Jessamine;\" and the other said, \"Harkye, Aslan, be of good cheer and keep thine eyes cool and clear; for thy father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat: but, O my son, go thou in to thy mother and question her of thy father"}, {"quote": "\"At the make of yonder boy Aslan, for he is the likest of human creatures to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat.", "context": "\" And he went on to tell him the whole story from first to last of Habzalam Bazazah's illness and what befell Ala al-Din in his innocence. When Aslan heard this, he said in thought, \"Haply this slave-girl was my mother Jessamine, and my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat.\" So the boy went out from him sorrowful, and met Calamity Ahmad, who at sight of him exclaimed, \"Glory be to Him unto whom none is like!\" Asked Hasan the Pestilence, \"Whereat dost thou marvel, O my chief?\" and Ahmad the Calamity replied, \"At the make of yonder boy Aslan, for he is the likest of human creatures to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat.\" Then he called the lad and said to him, \"O Aslan what is thy mother's name?\"; to which he replied, \"She is called the damsel Jessamine;\" and the other said, \"Harkye, Aslan, be of good cheer and keep thine eyes cool and clear; for thy father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat: but, O my son, go thou in to thy mother and question her of thy father.\" He said,"}, {"quote": "\"She is called the damsel Jessamine;", "context": "\" So the boy went out from him sorrowful, and met Calamity Ahmad, who at sight of him exclaimed, \"Glory be to Him unto whom none is like!\" Asked Hasan the Pestilence, \"Whereat dost thou marvel, O my chief?\" and Ahmad the Calamity replied, \"At the make of yonder boy Aslan, for he is the likest of human creatures to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat.\" Then he called the lad and said to him, \"O Aslan what is thy mother's name?\"; to which he replied, \"She is called the damsel Jessamine;\" and the other said, \"Harkye, Aslan, be of good cheer and keep thine eyes cool and clear; for thy father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat: but, O my son, go thou in to thy mother and question her of thy father.\" He said, \"Hearkening and obedience,\" and, going in to his mother put the question; whereupon quoth she, \"Thy sire is the Emir Kh\u0431lid!\" \"Not so,\" rejoined he,"}, {"quote": "\"Harkye, Aslan, be of good cheer and keep thine eyes cool and clear; for thy father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat: but, O my son, go thou in to thy mother and question her of thy father.", "context": "\"Glory be to Him unto whom none is like!\" Asked Hasan the Pestilence, \"Whereat dost thou marvel, O my chief?\" and Ahmad the Calamity replied, \"At the make of yonder boy Aslan, for he is the likest of human creatures to Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat.\" Then he called the lad and said to him, \"O Aslan what is thy mother's name?\"; to which he replied, \"She is called the damsel Jessamine;\" and the other said, \"Harkye, Aslan, be of good cheer and keep thine eyes cool and clear; for thy father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat: but, O my son, go thou in to thy mother and question her of thy father.\" He said, \"Hearkening and obedience,\" and, going in to his mother put the question; whereupon quoth she, \"Thy sire is the Emir Kh\u0431lid!\" \"Not so,\" rejoined he, \"my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al Shamat.\" At this the mother wept and said, \"Who acquainted thee with this, O my son?\" And he answered \"Ahmad al-Danaf, Captain of the Guard.\" So she told him the whole story, saying,"}, {"quote": "\"Hearkening and obedience,", "context": "\" Then he called the lad and said to him, \"O Aslan what is thy mother's name?\"; to which he replied, \"She is called the damsel Jessamine;\" and the other said, \"Harkye, Aslan, be of good cheer and keep thine eyes cool and clear; for thy father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat: but, O my son, go thou in to thy mother and question her of thy father.\" He said, \"Hearkening and obedience,\" and, going in to his mother put the question; whereupon quoth she, \"Thy sire is the Emir Kh\u0431lid!\" \"Not so,\" rejoined he, \"my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al Shamat.\" At this the mother wept and said, \"Who acquainted thee with this, O my son?\" And he answered \"Ahmad al-Danaf, Captain of the Guard.\" So she told him the whole story, saying, \"O my son, the True hath prevailed and the False hath failed:[FN#112] know that Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat was indeed thy sire, but it was none save the Emir Kh\u0431lid who reared thee and adopted thee as his son. And now, O my child, when thou seest Ahmad al-Danaf the captain, do thou say to him, 'I conjure thee, by Allah, O my chief, take my blood-revenge on the murderer of my father Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat!"}, {"quote": "\"Thy sire is the Emir Kh\u0431lid!", "context": "\" Then he called the lad and said to him, \"O Aslan what is thy mother's name?\"; to which he replied, \"She is called the damsel Jessamine;\" and the other said, \"Harkye, Aslan, be of good cheer and keep thine eyes cool and clear; for thy father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat: but, O my son, go thou in to thy mother and question her of thy father.\" He said, \"Hearkening and obedience,\" and, going in to his mother put the question; whereupon quoth she, \"Thy sire is the Emir Kh\u0431lid!\" \"Not so,\" rejoined he, \"my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al Shamat.\" At this the mother wept and said, \"Who acquainted thee with this, O my son?\" And he answered \"Ahmad al-Danaf, Captain of the Guard.\" So she told him the whole story, saying, \"O my son, the True hath prevailed and the False hath failed:[FN#112] know that Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat was indeed thy sire, but it was none save the Emir Kh\u0431lid who reared thee and adopted thee as his son. And now, O my child, when thou seest Ahmad al-Danaf the captain, do thou say to him, 'I conjure thee, by Allah, O my chief, take my blood-revenge on the murderer of my father Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat!"}, {"quote": "\"my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al Shamat.", "context": "\"Harkye, Aslan, be of good cheer and keep thine eyes cool and clear; for thy father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat: but, O my son, go thou in to thy mother and question her of thy father.\" He said, \"Hearkening and obedience,\" and, going in to his mother put the question; whereupon quoth she, \"Thy sire is the Emir Kh\u0431lid!\" \"Not so,\" rejoined he, \"my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al Shamat.\" At this the mother wept and said, \"Who acquainted thee with this, O my son?\" And he answered \"Ahmad al-Danaf, Captain of the Guard.\" So she told him the whole story, saying, \"O my son, the True hath prevailed and the False hath failed:[FN#112] know that Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat was indeed thy sire, but it was none save the Emir Kh\u0431lid who reared thee and adopted thee as his son. And now, O my child, when thou seest Ahmad al-Danaf the captain, do thou say to him, 'I conjure thee, by Allah, O my chief, take my blood-revenge on the murderer of my father Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat!"}, {"quote": "\"Who acquainted thee with this, O my son?", "context": "\"Harkye, Aslan, be of good cheer and keep thine eyes cool and clear; for thy father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat: but, O my son, go thou in to thy mother and question her of thy father.\" He said, \"Hearkening and obedience,\" and, going in to his mother put the question; whereupon quoth she, \"Thy sire is the Emir Kh\u0431lid!\" \"Not so,\" rejoined he, \"my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al Shamat.\" At this the mother wept and said, \"Who acquainted thee with this, O my son?\" And he answered \"Ahmad al-Danaf, Captain of the Guard.\" So she told him the whole story, saying, \"O my son, the True hath prevailed and the False hath failed:[FN#112] know that Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat was indeed thy sire, but it was none save the Emir Kh\u0431lid who reared thee and adopted thee as his son. And now, O my child, when thou seest Ahmad al-Danaf the captain, do thou say to him, 'I conjure thee, by Allah, O my chief, take my blood-revenge on the murderer of my father Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat!"}, {"quote": "\"Ahmad al-Danaf, Captain of the Guard.", "context": "\"Harkye, Aslan, be of good cheer and keep thine eyes cool and clear; for thy father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat: but, O my son, go thou in to thy mother and question her of thy father.\" He said, \"Hearkening and obedience,\" and, going in to his mother put the question; whereupon quoth she, \"Thy sire is the Emir Kh\u0431lid!\" \"Not so,\" rejoined he, \"my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al Shamat.\" At this the mother wept and said, \"Who acquainted thee with this, O my son?\" And he answered \"Ahmad al-Danaf, Captain of the Guard.\" So she told him the whole story, saying, \"O my son, the True hath prevailed and the False hath failed:[FN#112] know that Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat was indeed thy sire, but it was none save the Emir Kh\u0431lid who reared thee and adopted thee as his son. And now, O my child, when thou seest Ahmad al-Danaf the captain, do thou say to him, 'I conjure thee, by Allah, O my chief, take my blood-revenge on the murderer of my father Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat!"}, {"quote": "\"O my son, the True hath prevailed and the False hath failed:[FN#112] know that Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat was indeed thy sire, but it was none save the Emir Kh\u0431lid who reared thee and adopted thee as his son. And now, O my child, when thou seest Ahmad al-Danaf the captain, do thou say to him, 'I conjure thee, by Allah, O my chief, take my blood-revenge on the murderer of my father Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat!'", "context": "\" and, going in to his mother put the question; whereupon quoth she, \"Thy sire is the Emir Kh\u0431lid!\" \"Not so,\" rejoined he, \"my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al Shamat.\" At this the mother wept and said, \"Who acquainted thee with this, O my son?\" And he answered \"Ahmad al-Danaf, Captain of the Guard.\" So she told him the whole story, saying, \"O my son, the True hath prevailed and the False hath failed:[FN#112] know that Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat was indeed thy sire, but it was none save the Emir Kh\u0431lid who reared thee and adopted thee as his son. And now, O my child, when thou seest Ahmad al-Danaf the captain, do thou say to him, 'I conjure thee, by Allah, O my chief, take my blood-revenge on the murderer of my father Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat!'\" So he went out from his mother, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Two Hundred and Sixty-sixth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Aslan went out from his mother and, betaking himself to Calamity Ahmad, kissed his hand. Quoth the captain, \"What aileth thee, O Aslan?\" and quoth he, \"I know now for certain that my father was Ali al-Din Abu al-Shamat and I would have thee take my blood-revenge on his murderer"}, {"quote": "\"What aileth thee, O Aslan?", "context": "\"O my son, the True hath prevailed and the False hath failed:[FN#112] know that Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat was indeed thy sire, but it was none save the Emir Kh\u0431lid who reared thee and adopted thee as his son. And now, O my child, when thou seest Ahmad al-Danaf the captain, do thou say to him, 'I conjure thee, by Allah, O my chief, take my blood-revenge on the murderer of my father Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat!'\" So he went out from his mother, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Two Hundred and Sixty-sixth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Aslan went out from his mother and, betaking himself to Calamity Ahmad, kissed his hand. Quoth the captain, \"What aileth thee, O Aslan?\" and quoth he, \"I know now for certain that my father was Ali al-Din Abu al-Shamat and I would have thee take my blood-revenge on his murderer.\" He asked, \"And who was thy father's murderer?\" whereto Aslan answered, \"Ahmad Kamakim the arch-thief.\" \"Who told thee this?\" enquired he, and Aslan rejoined, \"I saw in his hand the jewelled lanthorn which was lost with the rest of the Caliph's gear, and I said to him, 'Give me this lanthorn!' but he refused, saying, 'Lives have been lost on account of this'; and told me it was he who had broken into the palace and stolen the articles and deposited them in my father's house"}, {"quote": "\"I know now for certain that my father was Ali al-Din Abu al-Shamat and I would have thee take my blood-revenge on his murderer.", "context": "\"O my son, the True hath prevailed and the False hath failed:[FN#112] know that Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat was indeed thy sire, but it was none save the Emir Kh\u0431lid who reared thee and adopted thee as his son. And now, O my child, when thou seest Ahmad al-Danaf the captain, do thou say to him, 'I conjure thee, by Allah, O my chief, take my blood-revenge on the murderer of my father Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat!'\" So he went out from his mother, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.\n\nWhen it was the Two Hundred and Sixty-sixth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Aslan went out from his mother and, betaking himself to Calamity Ahmad, kissed his hand. Quoth the captain, \"What aileth thee, O Aslan?\" and quoth he, \"I know now for certain that my father was Ali al-Din Abu al-Shamat and I would have thee take my blood-revenge on his murderer.\" He asked, \"And who was thy father's murderer?\" whereto Aslan answered, \"Ahmad Kamakim the arch-thief.\" \"Who told thee this?\" enquired he, and Aslan rejoined, \"I saw in his hand the jewelled lanthorn which was lost with the rest of the Caliph's gear, and I said to him, 'Give me this lanthorn!' but he refused, saying, 'Lives have been lost on account of this'; and told me it was he who had broken into the palace and stolen the articles and deposited them in my father's house"}, {"quote": "\"And who was thy father's murderer?", "context": "When it was the Two Hundred and Sixty-sixth Night,\n\nShe said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Aslan went out from his mother and, betaking himself to Calamity Ahmad, kissed his hand. Quoth the captain, \"What aileth thee, O Aslan?\" and quoth he, \"I know now for certain that my father was Ali al-Din Abu al-Shamat and I would have thee take my blood-revenge on his murderer.\" He asked, \"And who was thy father's murderer?\" whereto Aslan answered, \"Ahmad Kamakim the arch-thief.\" \"Who told thee this?\" enquired he, and Aslan rejoined, \"I saw in his hand the jewelled lanthorn which was lost with the rest of the Caliph's gear, and I said to him, 'Give me this lanthorn!' but he refused, saying, 'Lives have been lost on account of this'; and told me it was he who had broken into the palace and stolen the articles and deposited them in my father's house"}, {"quote": "\"Ahmad Kamakim the arch-thief.", "context": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Aslan went out from his mother and, betaking himself to Calamity Ahmad, kissed his hand. Quoth the captain, \"What aileth thee, O Aslan?\" and quoth he, \"I know now for certain that my father was Ali al-Din Abu al-Shamat and I would have thee take my blood-revenge on his murderer.\" He asked, \"And who was thy father's murderer?\" whereto Aslan answered, \"Ahmad Kamakim the arch-thief.\" \"Who told thee this?\" enquired he, and Aslan rejoined, \"I saw in his hand the jewelled lanthorn which was lost with the rest of the Caliph's gear, and I said to him, 'Give me this lanthorn!' but he refused, saying, 'Lives have been lost on account of this'; and told me it was he who had broken into the palace and stolen the articles and deposited them in my father's house.\" Then said Ahmad al-Danaf,"}, {"quote": "\"Who told thee this?", "context": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Aslan went out from his mother and, betaking himself to Calamity Ahmad, kissed his hand. Quoth the captain, \"What aileth thee, O Aslan?\" and quoth he, \"I know now for certain that my father was Ali al-Din Abu al-Shamat and I would have thee take my blood-revenge on his murderer.\" He asked, \"And who was thy father's murderer?\" whereto Aslan answered, \"Ahmad Kamakim the arch-thief.\" \"Who told thee this?\" enquired he, and Aslan rejoined, \"I saw in his hand the jewelled lanthorn which was lost with the rest of the Caliph's gear, and I said to him, 'Give me this lanthorn!' but he refused, saying, 'Lives have been lost on account of this'; and told me it was he who had broken into the palace and stolen the articles and deposited them in my father's house.\" Then said Ahmad al-Danaf, \"When thou seest the Emir Kh\u0431lid don his harness of war, say to him, 'Equip me like thyself and take me with thee.' Then do thou go forth and perform some feat of prowess before the Commander of the Faithful, and he will say to thee, 'Ask a boon of me, O Aslan!' And do thou make answer, 'I ask of thee this boon, that thou take my blood-revenge on my father's murderer.' If he say, 'Thy father is yet alive and is the Emir Kh\u0431lid, the Chief of the Police'; answer thou, 'My father was Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, and the Emir Kh\u0431lid hath a claim upon me only as the foster-father who adopted me.' Then tell him all that passed between thee and Ahmad Kamakim and say, 'O Prince of True Believers, order him to be searched and I will bring the lanthorn forth from his bosom."}, {"quote": "\"I saw in his hand the jewelled lanthorn which was lost with the rest of the Caliph's gear, and I said to him, 'Give me this lanthorn!' but he refused, saying, 'Lives have been lost on account of this'; and told me it was he who had broken into the palace and stolen the articles and deposited them in my father's house.", "context": "She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Aslan went out from his mother and, betaking himself to Calamity Ahmad, kissed his hand. Quoth the captain, \"What aileth thee, O Aslan?\" and quoth he, \"I know now for certain that my father was Ali al-Din Abu al-Shamat and I would have thee take my blood-revenge on his murderer.\" He asked, \"And who was thy father's murderer?\" whereto Aslan answered, \"Ahmad Kamakim the arch-thief.\" \"Who told thee this?\" enquired he, and Aslan rejoined, \"I saw in his hand the jewelled lanthorn which was lost with the rest of the Caliph's gear, and I said to him, 'Give me this lanthorn!' but he refused, saying, 'Lives have been lost on account of this'; and told me it was he who had broken into the palace and stolen the articles and deposited them in my father's house.\" Then said Ahmad al-Danaf, \"When thou seest the Emir Kh\u0431lid don his harness of war, say to him, 'Equip me like thyself and take me with thee.' Then do thou go forth and perform some feat of prowess before the Commander of the Faithful, and he will say to thee, 'Ask a boon of me, O Aslan!' And do thou make answer, 'I ask of thee this boon, that thou take my blood-revenge on my father's murderer.' If he say, 'Thy father is yet alive and is the Emir Kh\u0431lid, the Chief of the Police'; answer thou, 'My father was Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, and the Emir Kh\u0431lid hath a claim upon me only as the foster-father who adopted me.' Then tell him all that passed between thee and Ahmad Kamakim and say, 'O Prince of True Believers, order him to be searched and I will bring the lanthorn forth from his bosom."}, {"quote": "\"When thou seest the Emir Kh\u0431lid don his harness of war, say to him, 'Equip me like thyself and take me with thee.' Then do thou go forth and perform some feat of prowess before the Commander of the Faithful, and he will say to thee, 'Ask a boon of me, O Aslan!' And do thou make answer, 'I ask of thee this boon, that thou take my blood-revenge on my father's murderer.' If he say, 'Thy father is yet alive and is the Emir Kh\u0431lid, the Chief of the Police'; answer thou, 'My father was Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, and the Emir Kh\u0431lid hath a claim upon me only as the foster-father who adopted me.' Then tell him all that passed between thee and Ahmad Kamakim and say, 'O Prince of True Believers, order him to be searched and I will bring the lanthorn forth from his bosom.'", "context": "\" enquired he, and Aslan rejoined, \"I saw in his hand the jewelled lanthorn which was lost with the rest of the Caliph's gear, and I said to him, 'Give me this lanthorn!' but he refused, saying, 'Lives have been lost on account of this'; and told me it was he who had broken into the palace and stolen the articles and deposited them in my father's house.\" Then said Ahmad al-Danaf, \"When thou seest the Emir Kh\u0431lid don his harness of war, say to him, 'Equip me like thyself and take me with thee.' Then do thou go forth and perform some feat of prowess before the Commander of the Faithful, and he will say to thee, 'Ask a boon of me, O Aslan!' And do thou make answer, 'I ask of thee this boon, that thou take my blood-revenge on my father's murderer.' If he say, 'Thy father is yet alive and is the Emir Kh\u0431lid, the Chief of the Police'; answer thou, 'My father was Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, and the Emir Kh\u0431lid hath a claim upon me only as the foster-father who adopted me.' Then tell him all that passed between thee and Ahmad Kamakim and say, 'O Prince of True Believers, order him to be searched and I will bring the lanthorn forth from his bosom.'\" Thereupon said Aslan to him, \"I hear and obey;\" and, returning to the Emir Kh\u0431lid, found him making ready to repair to the Caliph's court and said to him, \"I would fain have thee arm and harness me like thyself and take me with thee to the Divan.\" So he equipped him and carried him thither. Then the Caliph sallied forth of Baghdad with his troops and they pitched tents and pavilions without the city; whereupon the host divided into two parties and forming ranks fell to playing Polo, one striking the ball with the mall, and another striking it back to him. Now there was among the troops a spy, who had been hired to slay the Caliph; so he took the ball and smiting it with the bat drove it straight at the Caliph's face, when behold, Aslan fended it off and catching it drove it back at him who smote it, so that it struck him between the shoulders and he fell to the ground. The Caliph exclaimed,"}, {"quote": "\"I hear and obey;", "context": "\"When thou seest the Emir Kh\u0431lid don his harness of war, say to him, 'Equip me like thyself and take me with thee.' Then do thou go forth and perform some feat of prowess before the Commander of the Faithful, and he will say to thee, 'Ask a boon of me, O Aslan!' And do thou make answer, 'I ask of thee this boon, that thou take my blood-revenge on my father's murderer.' If he say, 'Thy father is yet alive and is the Emir Kh\u0431lid, the Chief of the Police'; answer thou, 'My father was Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, and the Emir Kh\u0431lid hath a claim upon me only as the foster-father who adopted me.' Then tell him all that passed between thee and Ahmad Kamakim and say, 'O Prince of True Believers, order him to be searched and I will bring the lanthorn forth from his bosom.'\" Thereupon said Aslan to him, \"I hear and obey;\" and, returning to the Emir Kh\u0431lid, found him making ready to repair to the Caliph's court and said to him, \"I would fain have thee arm and harness me like thyself and take me with thee to the Divan.\" So he equipped him and carried him thither. Then the Caliph sallied forth of Baghdad with his troops and they pitched tents and pavilions without the city; whereupon the host divided into two parties and forming ranks fell to playing Polo, one striking the ball with the mall, and another striking it back to him. Now there was among the troops a spy, who had been hired to slay the Caliph; so he took the ball and smiting it with the bat drove it straight at the Caliph's face, when behold, Aslan fended it off and catching it drove it back at him who smote it, so that it struck him between the shoulders and he fell to the ground. The Caliph exclaimed,"}, {"quote": "\"I would fain have thee arm and harness me like thyself and take me with thee to the Divan.", "context": "\"When thou seest the Emir Kh\u0431lid don his harness of war, say to him, 'Equip me like thyself and take me with thee.' Then do thou go forth and perform some feat of prowess before the Commander of the Faithful, and he will say to thee, 'Ask a boon of me, O Aslan!' And do thou make answer, 'I ask of thee this boon, that thou take my blood-revenge on my father's murderer.' If he say, 'Thy father is yet alive and is the Emir Kh\u0431lid, the Chief of the Police'; answer thou, 'My father was Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, and the Emir Kh\u0431lid hath a claim upon me only as the foster-father who adopted me.' Then tell him all that passed between thee and Ahmad Kamakim and say, 'O Prince of True Believers, order him to be searched and I will bring the lanthorn forth from his bosom.'\" Thereupon said Aslan to him, \"I hear and obey;\" and, returning to the Emir Kh\u0431lid, found him making ready to repair to the Caliph's court and said to him, \"I would fain have thee arm and harness me like thyself and take me with thee to the Divan.\" So he equipped him and carried him thither. Then the Caliph sallied forth of Baghdad with his troops and they pitched tents and pavilions without the city; whereupon the host divided into two parties and forming ranks fell to playing Polo, one striking the ball with the mall, and another striking it back to him. Now there was among the troops a spy, who had been hired to slay the Caliph; so he took the ball and smiting it with the bat drove it straight at the Caliph's face, when behold, Aslan fended it off and catching it drove it back at him who smote it, so that it struck him between the shoulders and he fell to the ground. The Caliph exclaimed,"}, {"quote": "\"Allah bless thee, O Aslan!", "context": "\" So he equipped him and carried him thither. Then the Caliph sallied forth of Baghdad with his troops and they pitched tents and pavilions without the city; whereupon the host divided into two parties and forming ranks fell to playing Polo, one striking the ball with the mall, and another striking it back to him. Now there was among the troops a spy, who had been hired to slay the Caliph; so he took the ball and smiting it with the bat drove it straight at the Caliph's face, when behold, Aslan fended it off and catching it drove it back at him who smote it, so that it struck him between the shoulders and he fell to the ground. The Caliph exclaimed, \"Allah bless thee, O Aslan!\" and they all dismounted and sat on chairs. Then the Caliph bade them bring the smiter of the ball before him and said, \"Who tempted thee to do this thing and art thou friend or foe?\" Quoth he, \"I am thy foe and it was my purpose to kill thee.\" Asked the Caliph \"And wherefore? Art not a Moslem?\" Replied the spy; \"No' I am a Rejecter.''[FN#113] So the Caliph bade them put him to death and said to Aslan, \"Ask a boon of me.\" Quoth he, \"I ask of thee this boon, that thou take my blood-revenge on my father's murderer.\" He said, \"Thy father is alive and there he stands on his two feet.\" \"And who is he?\" asked Aslan, and the Caliph answered, \"He is the Emir Kh\u0431lid, Chief of Police.\" Rejoined Aslan, \"O Commander of the Faithful, he is no father of mine, save by right of fosterage; my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al Shamat.\" \"Then thy father was a traitor,\" cried the Caliph. \"Allah forbid, O Commander of the Faithful,\" rejoined Aslan, \"that the 'Trusty' should be a traitor! But how did he betray thee?\" Quoth the Caliph, \"He stole my habit and what was therewith.\" Aslan retorted, \"O Commander of the Faithful, Allah forfend that my father should be a traitor! But, O my lord, when thy habit was lost and found didst thou likewise recover the lanthorn which was stolen from thee?\" Answered the Caliph, \"We never got it back,\" and Aslan said, \"I saw it in the hands of Ahmad Kamakim and begged it of him; but he refused to give it me, saying, 'Lives have been lost on account of this.' Then he told me of the sickness of Habzalam Bazazah, son of the Emir Kh\u0431lid, by reason of his passion for the damsel Jessamine, and how he himself was released from bonds and that it was he who stole the habit and the lamp: so do thou, O Commander of the Faithful, take my blood-revenge for my father on him who murdered him.\" At once the Caliph cried, \"Seize ye Ahmad Kamakim!\" and they seized him, whereupon he asked, \"Where be the Captain, Ahmad al-Danaf?\" And when he was summoned the Caliph bade him search Kamakim; so he put his hand into the thief's bosom and pulled out the lanthorn. Said the Caliph, \"Come hither, thou traitor: whence hadst thou this lanthorn?\" and Kamakim replied, \"I bought it, O Commander of the Faithful!\" The Caliph rejoined, \"Where didst thou buy it?\" Then they beat him till he owned that he had stolen the lanthorn, the habit and the rest, and the Caliph said \"What moved thee to do this thing O traitor, and ruin Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, the Trusty and Faithful?\" Then he bade them lay hands on him and on the Chief of Police, but the Chief said, \"O Commander of the Faithful, indeed I am unjustly treated thou badest me hang him, and I had no knowledge of this trick, for the plot was contrived between the old woman and Ahmad Kamakim and my wife. I crave thine intercession,[FN#114] O Aslan.\" So Aslan interceded for him with the Caliph, who said, \"What hath Allah done with this youngster's mother?\" Answered Kh\u0431lid, \"She is with me,\" and the Caliph continued, \"I command that thou order thy wife to dress her in her own clothes and ornaments and restore her to her former degree, a lady of rank; and do thou remove the seals from Ala al-Din's house and give his son possession of his estate.\" \"I hear and obey,\" answered Kh\u0431lid; and, going forth, gave the order to his wife who clad Jessamine in her own apparel; whilst he himself removed the seals from Ala al-Din's house and gave Aslan the keys. Then said the Caliph, \"Ask a boon of me, O Aslan;\" and he replied, \"I beg of thee the boon to unite me with my father.\" Whereat the Caliph wept and said, \"Most like thy sire was he that was hanged and is dead; but by the life of my forefathers, whoso bringeth me the glad news that he is yet in the bondage of this life, I will give him all he seeketh!\" Then came forward Ahmad al-Danaf and, kissing the ground between his hands, said, \"Grant me indemnity, O Commander of the Faithful!\" \"Thou hast it,\" answered the Caliph; and Calamity Ahmad said, \"I give thee the good news that Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, the Trusty, the Faithful, is alive and well.\" Quoth the Caliph \"What is this thou sayest?\" Quoth Al-Danaf, \"As thy head liveth I say sooth; for I ransomed him with another, of those who deserved death; and carried him to Alexandria, where I opened for him a shop and set him up as a dealer in second hand goods.\" Then said the Prince of True Believers, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say."}, {"quote": "\"Who tempted thee to do this thing and art thou friend or foe?", "context": "\" So he equipped him and carried him thither. Then the Caliph sallied forth of Baghdad with his troops and they pitched tents and pavilions without the city; whereupon the host divided into two parties and forming ranks fell to playing Polo, one striking the ball with the mall, and another striking it back to him. Now there was among the troops a spy, who had been hired to slay the Caliph; so he took the ball and smiting it with the bat drove it straight at the Caliph's face, when behold, Aslan fended it off and catching it drove it back at him who smote it, so that it struck him between the shoulders and he fell to the ground. The Caliph exclaimed, \"Allah bless thee, O Aslan!\" and they all dismounted and sat on chairs. Then the Caliph bade them bring the smiter of the ball before him and said, \"Who tempted thee to do this thing and art thou friend or foe?\" Quoth he, \"I am thy foe and it was my purpose to kill thee.\" Asked the Caliph \"And wherefore? Art not a Moslem?\" Replied the spy; \"No' I am a Rejecter.''[FN#113] So the Caliph bade them put him to death and said to Aslan, \"Ask a boon of me.\" Quoth he, \"I ask of thee this boon, that thou take my blood-revenge on my father's murderer.\" He said, \"Thy father is alive and there he stands on his two feet.\" \"And who is he?\" asked Aslan, and the Caliph answered, \"He is the Emir Kh\u0431lid, Chief of Police.\" Rejoined Aslan, \"O Commander of the Faithful, he is no father of mine, save by right of fosterage; my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al Shamat.\" \"Then thy father was a traitor,\" cried the Caliph. \"Allah forbid, O Commander of the Faithful,\" rejoined Aslan, \"that the 'Trusty' should be a traitor! But how did he betray thee?\" Quoth the Caliph, \"He stole my habit and what was therewith.\" Aslan retorted, \"O Commander of the Faithful, Allah forfend that my father should be a traitor! But, O my lord, when thy habit was lost and found didst thou likewise recover the lanthorn which was stolen from thee?\" Answered the Caliph, \"We never got it back,\" and Aslan said, \"I saw it in the hands of Ahmad Kamakim and begged it of him; but he refused to give it me, saying, 'Lives have been lost on account of this.' Then he told me of the sickness of Habzalam Bazazah, son of the Emir Kh\u0431lid, by reason of his passion for the damsel Jessamine, and how he himself was released from bonds and that it was he who stole the habit and the lamp: so do thou, O Commander of the Faithful, take my blood-revenge for my father on him who murdered him.\" At once the Caliph cried, \"Seize ye Ahmad Kamakim!\" and they seized him, whereupon he asked, \"Where be the Captain, Ahmad al-Danaf?\" And when he was summoned the Caliph bade him search Kamakim; so he put his hand into the thief's bosom and pulled out the lanthorn. Said the Caliph, \"Come hither, thou traitor: whence hadst thou this lanthorn?\" and Kamakim replied, \"I bought it, O Commander of the Faithful!\" The Caliph rejoined, \"Where didst thou buy it?\" Then they beat him till he owned that he had stolen the lanthorn, the habit and the rest, and the Caliph said \"What moved thee to do this thing O traitor, and ruin Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, the Trusty and Faithful?\" Then he bade them lay hands on him and on the Chief of Police, but the Chief said, \"O Commander of the Faithful, indeed I am unjustly treated thou badest me hang him, and I had no knowledge of this trick, for the plot was contrived between the old woman and Ahmad Kamakim and my wife. I crave thine intercession,[FN#114] O Aslan.\" So Aslan interceded for him with the Caliph, who said, \"What hath Allah done with this youngster's mother?\" Answered Kh\u0431lid, \"She is with me,\" and the Caliph continued, \"I command that thou order thy wife to dress her in her own clothes and ornaments and restore her to her former degree, a lady of rank; and do thou remove the seals from Ala al-Din's house and give his son possession of his estate.\" \"I hear and obey,\" answered Kh\u0431lid; and, going forth, gave the order to his wife who clad Jessamine in her own apparel; whilst he himself removed the seals from Ala al-Din's house and gave Aslan the keys. Then said the Caliph, \"Ask a boon of me, O Aslan;\" and he replied, \"I beg of thee the boon to unite me with my father.\" Whereat the Caliph wept and said, \"Most like thy sire was he that was hanged and is dead; but by the life of my forefathers, whoso bringeth me the glad news that he is yet in the bondage of this life, I will give him all he seeketh!\" Then came forward Ahmad al-Danaf and, kissing the ground between his hands, said, \"Grant me indemnity, O Commander of the Faithful!\" \"Thou hast it,\" answered the Caliph; and Calamity Ahmad said, \"I give thee the good news that Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, the Trusty, the Faithful, is alive and well.\" Quoth the Caliph \"What is this thou sayest?\" Quoth Al-Danaf, \"As thy head liveth I say sooth; for I ransomed him with another, of those who deserved death; and carried him to Alexandria, where I opened for him a shop and set him up as a dealer in second hand goods.\" Then said the Prince of True Believers, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say."}, {"quote": "\"I am thy foe and it was my purpose to kill thee.", "context": "\" So he equipped him and carried him thither. Then the Caliph sallied forth of Baghdad with his troops and they pitched tents and pavilions without the city; whereupon the host divided into two parties and forming ranks fell to playing Polo, one striking the ball with the mall, and another striking it back to him. Now there was among the troops a spy, who had been hired to slay the Caliph; so he took the ball and smiting it with the bat drove it straight at the Caliph's face, when behold, Aslan fended it off and catching it drove it back at him who smote it, so that it struck him between the shoulders and he fell to the ground. The Caliph exclaimed, \"Allah bless thee, O Aslan!\" and they all dismounted and sat on chairs. Then the Caliph bade them bring the smiter of the ball before him and said, \"Who tempted thee to do this thing and art thou friend or foe?\" Quoth he, \"I am thy foe and it was my purpose to kill thee.\" Asked the Caliph \"And wherefore? Art not a Moslem?\" Replied the spy; \"No' I am a Rejecter.''[FN#113] So the Caliph bade them put him to death and said to Aslan, \"Ask a boon of me.\" Quoth he, \"I ask of thee this boon, that thou take my blood-revenge on my father's murderer.\" He said, \"Thy father is alive and there he stands on his two feet.\" \"And who is he?\" asked Aslan, and the Caliph answered, \"He is the Emir Kh\u0431lid, Chief of Police.\" Rejoined Aslan, \"O Commander of the Faithful, he is no father of mine, save by right of fosterage; my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al Shamat.\" \"Then thy father was a traitor,\" cried the Caliph. \"Allah forbid, O Commander of the Faithful,\" rejoined Aslan, \"that the 'Trusty' should be a traitor! But how did he betray thee?\" Quoth the Caliph, \"He stole my habit and what was therewith.\" Aslan retorted, \"O Commander of the Faithful, Allah forfend that my father should be a traitor! But, O my lord, when thy habit was lost and found didst thou likewise recover the lanthorn which was stolen from thee?\" Answered the Caliph, \"We never got it back,\" and Aslan said, \"I saw it in the hands of Ahmad Kamakim and begged it of him; but he refused to give it me, saying, 'Lives have been lost on account of this.' Then he told me of the sickness of Habzalam Bazazah, son of the Emir Kh\u0431lid, by reason of his passion for the damsel Jessamine, and how he himself was released from bonds and that it was he who stole the habit and the lamp: so do thou, O Commander of the Faithful, take my blood-revenge for my father on him who murdered him.\" At once the Caliph cried, \"Seize ye Ahmad Kamakim!\" and they seized him, whereupon he asked, \"Where be the Captain, Ahmad al-Danaf?\" And when he was summoned the Caliph bade him search Kamakim; so he put his hand into the thief's bosom and pulled out the lanthorn. Said the Caliph, \"Come hither, thou traitor: whence hadst thou this lanthorn?\" and Kamakim replied, \"I bought it, O Commander of the Faithful!\" The Caliph rejoined, \"Where didst thou buy it?\" Then they beat him till he owned that he had stolen the lanthorn, the habit and the rest, and the Caliph said \"What moved thee to do this thing O traitor, and ruin Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, the Trusty and Faithful?\" Then he bade them lay hands on him and on the Chief of Police, but the Chief said, \"O Commander of the Faithful, indeed I am unjustly treated thou badest me hang him, and I had no knowledge of this trick, for the plot was contrived between the old woman and Ahmad Kamakim and my wife. I crave thine intercession,[FN#114] O Aslan.\" So Aslan interceded for him with the Caliph, who said, \"What hath Allah done with this youngster's mother?\" Answered Kh\u0431lid, \"She is with me,\" and the Caliph continued, \"I command that thou order thy wife to dress her in her own clothes and ornaments and restore her to her former degree, a lady of rank; and do thou remove the seals from Ala al-Din's house and give his son possession of his estate.\" \"I hear and obey,\" answered Kh\u0431lid; and, going forth, gave the order to his wife who clad Jessamine in her own apparel; whilst he himself removed the seals from Ala al-Din's house and gave Aslan the keys. Then said the Caliph, \"Ask a boon of me, O Aslan;\" and he replied, \"I beg of thee the boon to unite me with my father.\" Whereat the Caliph wept and said, \"Most like thy sire was he that was hanged and is dead; but by the life of my forefathers, whoso bringeth me the glad news that he is yet in the bondage of this life, I will give him all he seeketh!\" Then came forward Ahmad al-Danaf and, kissing the ground between his hands, said, \"Grant me indemnity, O Commander of the Faithful!\" \"Thou hast it,\" answered the Caliph; and Calamity Ahmad said, \"I give thee the good news that Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, the Trusty, the Faithful, is alive and well.\" Quoth the Caliph \"What is this thou sayest?\" Quoth Al-Danaf, \"As thy head liveth I say sooth; for I ransomed him with another, of those who deserved death; and carried him to Alexandria, where I opened for him a shop and set him up as a dealer in second hand goods.\" Then said the Prince of True Believers, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say."}, {"quote": "\"And wherefore? Art not a Moslem?", "context": "\" So he equipped him and carried him thither. Then the Caliph sallied forth of Baghdad with his troops and they pitched tents and pavilions without the city; whereupon the host divided into two parties and forming ranks fell to playing Polo, one striking the ball with the mall, and another striking it back to him. Now there was among the troops a spy, who had been hired to slay the Caliph; so he took the ball and smiting it with the bat drove it straight at the Caliph's face, when behold, Aslan fended it off and catching it drove it back at him who smote it, so that it struck him between the shoulders and he fell to the ground. The Caliph exclaimed, \"Allah bless thee, O Aslan!\" and they all dismounted and sat on chairs. Then the Caliph bade them bring the smiter of the ball before him and said, \"Who tempted thee to do this thing and art thou friend or foe?\" Quoth he, \"I am thy foe and it was my purpose to kill thee.\" Asked the Caliph \"And wherefore? Art not a Moslem?\" Replied the spy; \"No' I am a Rejecter.''[FN#113] So the Caliph bade them put him to death and said to Aslan, \"Ask a boon of me.\" Quoth he, \"I ask of thee this boon, that thou take my blood-revenge on my father's murderer.\" He said, \"Thy father is alive and there he stands on his two feet.\" \"And who is he?\" asked Aslan, and the Caliph answered, \"He is the Emir Kh\u0431lid, Chief of Police.\" Rejoined Aslan, \"O Commander of the Faithful, he is no father of mine, save by right of fosterage; my father was none other than Ala al-Din Abu al Shamat.\" \"Then thy father was a traitor,\" cried the Caliph. \"Allah forbid, O Commander of the Faithful,\" rejoined Aslan, \"that the 'Trusty' should be a traitor! But how did he betray thee?\" Quoth the Caliph, \"He stole my habit and what was therewith.\" Aslan retorted, \"O Commander of the Faithful, Allah forfend that my father should be a traitor! But, O my lord, when thy habit was lost and found didst thou likewise recover the lanthorn which was stolen from thee?\" Answered the Caliph, \"We never got it back,\" and Aslan said, \"I saw it in the hands of Ahmad Kamakim and begged it of him; but he refused to give it me, saying, 'Lives have been lost on account of this.' Then he told me of the sickness of Habzalam Bazazah, son of the Emir Kh\u0431lid, by reason of his passion for the damsel Jessamine, and how he himself was released from bonds and that it was he who stole the habit and the lamp: so do thou, O Commander of the Faithful, take my blood-revenge for my father on him who murdered him.\" At once the Caliph cried, \"Seize ye Ahmad Kamakim!\" and they seized him, whereupon he asked, \"Where be the Captain, Ahmad al-Danaf?\" And when he was summoned the Caliph bade him search Kamakim; so he put his hand into the thief's bosom and pulled out the lanthorn. Said the Caliph, \"Come hither, thou traitor: whence hadst thou this lanthorn?\" and Kamakim replied, \"I bought it, O Commander of the Faithful!\" The Caliph rejoined, \"Where didst thou buy it?\" Then they beat him till he owned that he had stolen the lanthorn, the habit and the rest, and the Caliph said \"What moved thee to do this thing O traitor, and ruin Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, the Trusty and Faithful?\" Then he bade them lay hands on him and on the Chief of Police, but the Chief said, \"O Commander of the Faithful, indeed I am unjustly treated thou badest me hang him, and I had no knowledge of this trick, for the plot was contrived between the old woman and Ahmad Kamakim and my wife. I crave thine intercession,[FN#114] O Aslan.\" So Aslan interceded for him with the Caliph, who said, \"What hath Allah done with this youngster's mother?\" Answered Kh\u0431lid, \"She is with me,\" and the Caliph continued, \"I command that thou order thy wife to dress her in her own clothes and ornaments and restore her to her former degree, a lady of rank; and do thou remove the seals from Ala al-Din's house and give his son possession of his estate.\" \"I hear and obey,\" answered Kh\u0431lid; and, going forth, gave the order to his wife who clad Jessamine in her own apparel; whilst he himself removed the seals from Ala al-Din's house and gave Aslan the keys. Then said the Caliph, \"Ask a boon of me, O Aslan;\" and he replied, \"I beg of thee the boon to unite me with my father.\" Whereat the Caliph wept and said, \"Most like thy sire was he that was hanged and is dead; but by the life of my forefathers, whoso bringeth me the glad news that he is yet in the bondage of this life, I will give him all he seeketh!\" Then came forward Ahmad al-Danaf and, kissing the ground between his hands, said, \"Grant me indemnity, O Commander of the Faithful!\" \"Thou hast it,\" answered the Caliph; and Calamity Ahmad said, \"I give thee the good news that Ala al-Din Abu al-Shamat, the Trusty, the Faithful, is alive and well.\" Quoth the Caliph \"What is this thou sayest?\" Quoth Al-Danaf, \"As thy head liveth I say sooth; for I ransomed him with another, of those who deserved death; and carried him to Alexandria, where I opened for him a shop and set him up as a dealer in second hand goods.\" Then said the Prince of True Believers, \u2014 And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say."}, {"quote": "\u201cI\u2019ve just made out such a queer, strange thing about your grandfather. I\u2019m three years and six months older than he was when he died. I couldn\u2019t very well have been his mother, but I might have been his elder sister, and that seems to me such a pleasant fancy. I\u2019m going to start quite fresh this morning, and get a lot done.\u201d", "context": "Katharine disliked telling her mother about Cyril\u2019s misbehavior quite as much as her father did, and for much the same reasons. They both shrank, nervously, as people fear the report of a gun on the stage, from all that would have to be said on this occasion. Katharine, moreover, was unable to decide what she thought of Cyril\u2019s misbehavior. As usual, she saw something which her father and mother did not see, and the effect of that something was to suspend Cyril\u2019s behavior in her mind without any qualification at all. They would think whether it was good or bad; to her it was merely a thing that had happened.\n\nWhen Katharine reached the study, Mrs. Hilbery had already dipped her pen in the ink.\n\n\u201cKatharine,\u201d she said, lifting it in the air, \u201cI\u2019ve just made out such a queer, strange thing about your grandfather. I\u2019m three years and six months older than he was when he died. I couldn\u2019t very well have been his mother, but I might have been his elder sister, and that seems to me such a pleasant fancy. I\u2019m going to start quite fresh this morning, and get a lot done.\u201d\n\nShe began her sentence, at any rate, and Katharine sat down at her own table, untied the bundle of old letters upon which she was working, smoothed them out absent-mindedly, and began to decipher the faded script. In a minute she looked across at her mother, to judge her mood. Peace and happiness had relaxed every muscle in her face; her lips were parted very slightly, and her breath came in smooth, controlled inspirations like those of a child who is surrounding itself with a building of bricks, and increasing in ecstasy as each brick is placed in position. So Mrs. Hilbery was raising round her the skies and trees of the past with every stroke of her pen, and recalling the voices of the dead. Quiet as the room was, and undisturbed by the sounds of the present moment, Katharine could fancy that here was a deep pool of past time, and that she and her mother were bathed in the light of sixty years ago. What could the present give, she wondered, to compare with the rich crowd of gifts bestowed by the past? Here was a Thursday morning in process of manufacture; each second was minted fresh by the clock upon the mantelpiece. She strained her ears and could just hear, far off, the hoot of a motor-car and the rush of wheels coming nearer and dying away again, and the voices of men crying old iron and vegetables in one of the poorer streets at the back of the house. Rooms, of course, accumulate their suggestions, and any room in which one has been used to carry on any particular occupation gives off memories of moods, of ideas, of postures that have been seen in it; so that to attempt any different kind of work there is almost impossible."}, {"quote": "\u201cI really believe I\u2019m bewitched! I only want three sentences, you see, something quite straightforward and commonplace, and I can\u2019t find \u2018em.\u201d", "context": "Katharine was unconsciously affected, each time she entered her mother\u2019s room, by all these influences, which had had their birth years ago, when she was a child, and had something sweet and solemn about them, and connected themselves with early memories of the cavernous glooms and sonorous echoes of the Abbey where her grandfather lay buried. All the books and pictures, even the chairs and tables, had belonged to him, or had reference to him; even the china dogs on the mantelpiece and the little shepherdesses with their sheep had been bought by him for a penny a piece from a man who used to stand with a tray of toys in Kensington High Street, as Katharine had often heard her mother tell. Often she had sat in this room, with her mind fixed so firmly on those vanished figures that she could almost see the muscles round their eyes and lips, and had given to each his own voice, with its tricks of accent, and his coat and his cravat. Often she had seemed to herself to be moving among them, an invisible ghost among the living, better acquainted with them than with her own friends, because she knew their secrets and possessed a divine foreknowledge of their destiny. They had been so unhappy, such muddlers, so wrong-headed, it seemed to her. She could have told them what to do, and what not to do. It was a melancholy fact that they would pay no heed to her, and were bound to come to grief in their own antiquated way. Their behavior was often grotesquely irrational; their conventions monstrously absurd; and yet, as she brooded upon them, she felt so closely attached to them that it was useless to try to pass judgment upon them. She very nearly lost consciousness that she was a separate being, with a future of her own. On a morning of slight depression, such as this, she would try to find some sort of clue to the muddle which their old letters presented; some reason which seemed to make it worth while to them; some aim which they kept steadily in view \u2014 but she was interrupted.\n\nMrs. Hilbery had risen from her table, and was standing looking out of the window at a string of barges swimming up the river.\n\nKatharine watched her. Suddenly Mrs. Hilbery turned abruptly, and exclaimed:\n\n\u201cI really believe I\u2019m bewitched! I only want three sentences, you see, something quite straightforward and commonplace, and I can\u2019t find \u2018em.\u201d\n\nShe began to pace up and down the room, snatching up her duster; but she was too much annoyed to find any relief, as yet, in polishing the backs of books.\n\n\u201cBesides,\u201d she said, giving the sheet she had written to Katharine, \u201cI don\u2019t believe this\u2019ll do. Did your grandfather ever visit the Hebrides, Katharine?\u201d She looked in a strangely beseeching way at her daughter. \u201cMy mind got running on the Hebrides, and I couldn\u2019t help writing a little description of them. Perhaps it would do at the beginning of a chapter. Chapters often begin quite differently from the way they go on, you know"}, {"quote": "\u201cI don\u2019t believe this\u2019ll do. Did your grandfather ever visit the Hebrides, Katharine?", "context": "Katharine watched her. Suddenly Mrs. Hilbery turned abruptly, and exclaimed:\n\n\u201cI really believe I\u2019m bewitched! I only want three sentences, you see, something quite straightforward and commonplace, and I can\u2019t find \u2018em.\u201d\n\nShe began to pace up and down the room, snatching up her duster; but she was too much annoyed to find any relief, as yet, in polishing the backs of books.\n\n\u201cBesides,\u201d she said, giving the sheet she had written to Katharine, \u201cI don\u2019t believe this\u2019ll do. Did your grandfather ever visit the Hebrides, Katharine?\u201d She looked in a strangely beseeching way at her daughter. \u201cMy mind got running on the Hebrides, and I couldn\u2019t help writing a little description of them. Perhaps it would do at the beginning of a chapter. Chapters often begin quite differently from the way they go on, you know.\u201d Katharine read what her mother had written. She might have been a schoolmaster criticizing a child\u2019s essay. Her face gave Mrs. Hilbery, who watched it anxiously, no ground for hope."}, {"quote": "\u201cMy mind got running on the Hebrides, and I couldn\u2019t help writing a little description of them. Perhaps it would do at the beginning of a chapter. Chapters often begin quite differently from the way they go on, you know.", "context": "\u201cI really believe I\u2019m bewitched! I only want three sentences, you see, something quite straightforward and commonplace, and I can\u2019t find \u2018em.\u201d\n\nShe began to pace up and down the room, snatching up her duster; but she was too much annoyed to find any relief, as yet, in polishing the backs of books.\n\n\u201cBesides,\u201d she said, giving the sheet she had written to Katharine, \u201cI don\u2019t believe this\u2019ll do. Did your grandfather ever visit the Hebrides, Katharine?\u201d She looked in a strangely beseeching way at her daughter. \u201cMy mind got running on the Hebrides, and I couldn\u2019t help writing a little description of them. Perhaps it would do at the beginning of a chapter. Chapters often begin quite differently from the way they go on, you know.\u201d Katharine read what her mother had written. She might have been a schoolmaster criticizing a child\u2019s essay. Her face gave Mrs. Hilbery, who watched it anxiously, no ground for hope.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s very beautiful,\u201d she stated, \u201cbut, you see, mother, we ought to go from point to point \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I know,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. \u201cAnd that\u2019s just what I can\u2019t do. Things keep coming into my head. It isn\u2019t that I don\u2019t know everything and feel everything (who did know him, if I didn\u2019t?), but I can\u2019t put it down, you see. There\u2019s a kind of blind spot"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt\u2019s very beautiful,", "context": "\u201d She looked in a strangely beseeching way at her daughter. \u201cMy mind got running on the Hebrides, and I couldn\u2019t help writing a little description of them. Perhaps it would do at the beginning of a chapter. Chapters often begin quite differently from the way they go on, you know.\u201d Katharine read what her mother had written. She might have been a schoolmaster criticizing a child\u2019s essay. Her face gave Mrs. Hilbery, who watched it anxiously, no ground for hope.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s very beautiful,\u201d she stated, \u201cbut, you see, mother, we ought to go from point to point \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I know,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. \u201cAnd that\u2019s just what I can\u2019t do. Things keep coming into my head. It isn\u2019t that I don\u2019t know everything and feel everything (who did know him, if I didn\u2019t?), but I can\u2019t put it down, you see. There\u2019s a kind of blind spot,\u201d she said, touching her forehead, \u201cthere. And when I can\u2019t sleep o\u2019 nights, I fancy I shall die without having done it.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cOh, I know,", "context": "\u201cMy mind got running on the Hebrides, and I couldn\u2019t help writing a little description of them. Perhaps it would do at the beginning of a chapter. Chapters often begin quite differently from the way they go on, you know.\u201d Katharine read what her mother had written. She might have been a schoolmaster criticizing a child\u2019s essay. Her face gave Mrs. Hilbery, who watched it anxiously, no ground for hope.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s very beautiful,\u201d she stated, \u201cbut, you see, mother, we ought to go from point to point \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I know,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. \u201cAnd that\u2019s just what I can\u2019t do. Things keep coming into my head. It isn\u2019t that I don\u2019t know everything and feel everything (who did know him, if I didn\u2019t?), but I can\u2019t put it down, you see. There\u2019s a kind of blind spot,\u201d she said, touching her forehead, \u201cthere. And when I can\u2019t sleep o\u2019 nights, I fancy I shall die without having done it.\u201d\n\nFrom exultation she had passed to the depths of depression which the imagination of her death aroused. The depression communicated itself to Katharine. How impotent they were, fiddling about all day long with papers! And the clock was striking eleven and nothing done! She watched her mother, now rummaging in a great brass-bound box which stood by her table, but she did not go to her help. Of course, Katharine reflected, her mother had now lost some paper, and they would waste the rest of the morning looking for it. She cast her eyes down in irritation, and read again her mother\u2019s musical sentences about the silver gulls, and the roots of little pink flowers washed by pellucid streams, and the blue mists of hyacinths, until she was struck by her mother\u2019s silence. She raised her eyes. Mrs. Hilbery had emptied a portfolio containing old photographs over her table, and was looking from one to another."}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd that\u2019s just what I can\u2019t do. Things keep coming into my head. It isn\u2019t that I don\u2019t know everything and feel everything (who did know him, if I didn\u2019t?), but I can\u2019t put it down, you see. There\u2019s a kind of blind spot,", "context": "\u201cMy mind got running on the Hebrides, and I couldn\u2019t help writing a little description of them. Perhaps it would do at the beginning of a chapter. Chapters often begin quite differently from the way they go on, you know.\u201d Katharine read what her mother had written. She might have been a schoolmaster criticizing a child\u2019s essay. Her face gave Mrs. Hilbery, who watched it anxiously, no ground for hope.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s very beautiful,\u201d she stated, \u201cbut, you see, mother, we ought to go from point to point \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I know,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. \u201cAnd that\u2019s just what I can\u2019t do. Things keep coming into my head. It isn\u2019t that I don\u2019t know everything and feel everything (who did know him, if I didn\u2019t?), but I can\u2019t put it down, you see. There\u2019s a kind of blind spot,\u201d she said, touching her forehead, \u201cthere. And when I can\u2019t sleep o\u2019 nights, I fancy I shall die without having done it.\u201d\n\nFrom exultation she had passed to the depths of depression which the imagination of her death aroused. The depression communicated itself to Katharine. How impotent they were, fiddling about all day long with papers! And the clock was striking eleven and nothing done! She watched her mother, now rummaging in a great brass-bound box which stood by her table, but she did not go to her help. Of course, Katharine reflected, her mother had now lost some paper, and they would waste the rest of the morning looking for it. She cast her eyes down in irritation, and read again her mother\u2019s musical sentences about the silver gulls, and the roots of little pink flowers washed by pellucid streams, and the blue mists of hyacinths, until she was struck by her mother\u2019s silence. She raised her eyes. Mrs. Hilbery had emptied a portfolio containing old photographs over her table, and was looking from one to another."}, {"quote": "\u201cthere. And when I can\u2019t sleep o\u2019 nights, I fancy I shall die without having done it.\u201d", "context": "\u201d she stated, \u201cbut, you see, mother, we ought to go from point to point \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I know,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. \u201cAnd that\u2019s just what I can\u2019t do. Things keep coming into my head. It isn\u2019t that I don\u2019t know everything and feel everything (who did know him, if I didn\u2019t?), but I can\u2019t put it down, you see. There\u2019s a kind of blind spot,\u201d she said, touching her forehead, \u201cthere. And when I can\u2019t sleep o\u2019 nights, I fancy I shall die without having done it.\u201d\n\nFrom exultation she had passed to the depths of depression which the imagination of her death aroused. The depression communicated itself to Katharine. How impotent they were, fiddling about all day long with papers! And the clock was striking eleven and nothing done! She watched her mother, now rummaging in a great brass-bound box which stood by her table, but she did not go to her help. Of course, Katharine reflected, her mother had now lost some paper, and they would waste the rest of the morning looking for it. She cast her eyes down in irritation, and read again her mother\u2019s musical sentences about the silver gulls, and the roots of little pink flowers washed by pellucid streams, and the blue mists of hyacinths, until she was struck by her mother\u2019s silence. She raised her eyes. Mrs. Hilbery had emptied a portfolio containing old photographs over her table, and was looking from one to another."}, {"quote": "\u201cSurely, Katharine,", "context": "From exultation she had passed to the depths of depression which the imagination of her death aroused. The depression communicated itself to Katharine. How impotent they were, fiddling about all day long with papers! And the clock was striking eleven and nothing done! She watched her mother, now rummaging in a great brass-bound box which stood by her table, but she did not go to her help. Of course, Katharine reflected, her mother had now lost some paper, and they would waste the rest of the morning looking for it. She cast her eyes down in irritation, and read again her mother\u2019s musical sentences about the silver gulls, and the roots of little pink flowers washed by pellucid streams, and the blue mists of hyacinths, until she was struck by her mother\u2019s silence. She raised her eyes. Mrs. Hilbery had emptied a portfolio containing old photographs over her table, and was looking from one to another.\n\n\u201cSurely, Katharine,\u201d she said, \u201cthe men were far handsomer in those days than they are now, in spite of their odious whiskers? Look at old John Graham, in his white waistcoat \u2014 look at Uncle Harley. That\u2019s Peter the manservant, I suppose. Uncle John brought him back from India.\u201d\n\nKatharine looked at her mother, but did not stir or answer. She had suddenly become very angry, with a rage which their relationship made silent, and therefore doubly powerful and critical. She felt all the unfairness of the claim which her mother tacitly made to her time and sympathy, and what Mrs. Hilbery took, Katharine thought bitterly, she wasted. Then, in a flash, she remembered that she had still to tell her about Cyril\u2019s misbehavior. Her anger immediately dissipated itself; it broke like some wave that has gathered itself high above the rest; the waters were resumed into the sea again, and Katharine felt once more full of peace and solicitude, and anxious only that her mother should be protected from pain. She crossed the room instinctively, and sat on the arm of her mother\u2019s chair. Mrs. Hilbery leant her head against her daughter\u2019s body."}, {"quote": "\u201cthe men were far handsomer in those days than they are now, in spite of their odious whiskers? Look at old John Graham, in his white waistcoat \u2014 look at Uncle Harley. That\u2019s Peter the manservant, I suppose. Uncle John brought him back from India.\u201d", "context": "From exultation she had passed to the depths of depression which the imagination of her death aroused. The depression communicated itself to Katharine. How impotent they were, fiddling about all day long with papers! And the clock was striking eleven and nothing done! She watched her mother, now rummaging in a great brass-bound box which stood by her table, but she did not go to her help. Of course, Katharine reflected, her mother had now lost some paper, and they would waste the rest of the morning looking for it. She cast her eyes down in irritation, and read again her mother\u2019s musical sentences about the silver gulls, and the roots of little pink flowers washed by pellucid streams, and the blue mists of hyacinths, until she was struck by her mother\u2019s silence. She raised her eyes. Mrs. Hilbery had emptied a portfolio containing old photographs over her table, and was looking from one to another.\n\n\u201cSurely, Katharine,\u201d she said, \u201cthe men were far handsomer in those days than they are now, in spite of their odious whiskers? Look at old John Graham, in his white waistcoat \u2014 look at Uncle Harley. That\u2019s Peter the manservant, I suppose. Uncle John brought him back from India.\u201d\n\nKatharine looked at her mother, but did not stir or answer. She had suddenly become very angry, with a rage which their relationship made silent, and therefore doubly powerful and critical. She felt all the unfairness of the claim which her mother tacitly made to her time and sympathy, and what Mrs. Hilbery took, Katharine thought bitterly, she wasted. Then, in a flash, she remembered that she had still to tell her about Cyril\u2019s misbehavior. Her anger immediately dissipated itself; it broke like some wave that has gathered itself high above the rest; the waters were resumed into the sea again, and Katharine felt once more full of peace and solicitude, and anxious only that her mother should be protected from pain. She crossed the room instinctively, and sat on the arm of her mother\u2019s chair. Mrs. Hilbery leant her head against her daughter\u2019s body."}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat is nobler,", "context": "Katharine looked at her mother, but did not stir or answer. She had suddenly become very angry, with a rage which their relationship made silent, and therefore doubly powerful and critical. She felt all the unfairness of the claim which her mother tacitly made to her time and sympathy, and what Mrs. Hilbery took, Katharine thought bitterly, she wasted. Then, in a flash, she remembered that she had still to tell her about Cyril\u2019s misbehavior. Her anger immediately dissipated itself; it broke like some wave that has gathered itself high above the rest; the waters were resumed into the sea again, and Katharine felt once more full of peace and solicitude, and anxious only that her mother should be protected from pain. She crossed the room instinctively, and sat on the arm of her mother\u2019s chair. Mrs. Hilbery leant her head against her daughter\u2019s body.\n\n\u201cWhat is nobler,\u201d she mused, turning over the photographs, \u201cthan to be a woman to whom every one turns, in sorrow or difficulty? How have the young women of your generation improved upon that, Katharine? I can see them now, sweeping over the lawns at Melbury House, in their flounces and furbelows, so calm and stately and imperial (and the monkey and the little black dwarf following behind), as if nothing mattered in the world but to be beautiful and kind. But they did more than we do, I sometimes think. They WERE, and that\u2019s better than doing. They seem to me like ships, like majestic ships, holding on their way, not shoving or pushing, not fretted by little things, as we are, but taking their way, like ships with white sails.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cthan to be a woman to whom every one turns, in sorrow or difficulty? How have the young women of your generation improved upon that, Katharine? I can see them now, sweeping over the lawns at Melbury House, in their flounces and furbelows, so calm and stately and imperial (and the monkey and the little black dwarf following behind), as if nothing mattered in the world but to be beautiful and kind. But they did more than we do, I sometimes think. They WERE, and that\u2019s better than doing. They seem to me like ships, like majestic ships, holding on their way, not shoving or pushing, not fretted by little things, as we are, but taking their way, like ships with white sails.\u201d", "context": "Katharine looked at her mother, but did not stir or answer. She had suddenly become very angry, with a rage which their relationship made silent, and therefore doubly powerful and critical. She felt all the unfairness of the claim which her mother tacitly made to her time and sympathy, and what Mrs. Hilbery took, Katharine thought bitterly, she wasted. Then, in a flash, she remembered that she had still to tell her about Cyril\u2019s misbehavior. Her anger immediately dissipated itself; it broke like some wave that has gathered itself high above the rest; the waters were resumed into the sea again, and Katharine felt once more full of peace and solicitude, and anxious only that her mother should be protected from pain. She crossed the room instinctively, and sat on the arm of her mother\u2019s chair. Mrs. Hilbery leant her head against her daughter\u2019s body.\n\n\u201cWhat is nobler,\u201d she mused, turning over the photographs, \u201cthan to be a woman to whom every one turns, in sorrow or difficulty? How have the young women of your generation improved upon that, Katharine? I can see them now, sweeping over the lawns at Melbury House, in their flounces and furbelows, so calm and stately and imperial (and the monkey and the little black dwarf following behind), as if nothing mattered in the world but to be beautiful and kind. But they did more than we do, I sometimes think. They WERE, and that\u2019s better than doing. They seem to me like ships, like majestic ships, holding on their way, not shoving or pushing, not fretted by little things, as we are, but taking their way, like ships with white sails.\u201d\n\nKatharine tried to interrupt this discourse, but the opportunity did not come, and she could not forbear to turn over the pages of the album in which the old photographs were stored. The faces of these men and women shone forth wonderfully after the hubbub of living faces, and seemed, as her mother had said, to wear a marvelous dignity and calm, as if they had ruled their kingdoms justly and deserved great love. Some were of almost incredible beauty, others were ugly enough in a forcible way, but none were dull or bored or insignificant. The superb stiff folds of the crinolines suited the women; the cloaks and hats of the gentlemen seemed full of character. Once more Katharine felt the serene air all round her, and seemed far off to hear the solemn beating of the sea upon the shore. But she knew that she must join the present on to this past."}, {"quote": "\u201cThat\u2019s Janie Mannering,", "context": "Katharine tried to interrupt this discourse, but the opportunity did not come, and she could not forbear to turn over the pages of the album in which the old photographs were stored. The faces of these men and women shone forth wonderfully after the hubbub of living faces, and seemed, as her mother had said, to wear a marvelous dignity and calm, as if they had ruled their kingdoms justly and deserved great love. Some were of almost incredible beauty, others were ugly enough in a forcible way, but none were dull or bored or insignificant. The superb stiff folds of the crinolines suited the women; the cloaks and hats of the gentlemen seemed full of character. Once more Katharine felt the serene air all round her, and seemed far off to hear the solemn beating of the sea upon the shore. But she knew that she must join the present on to this past.\n\nMrs. Hilbery was rambling on, from story to story.\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s Janie Mannering,\u201d she said, pointing to a superb, white-haired dame, whose satin robes seemed strung with pearls. \u201cI must have told you how she found her cook drunk under the kitchen table when the Empress was coming to dinner, and tucked up her velvet sleeves (she always dressed like an Empress herself), cooked the whole meal, and appeared in the drawing-room as if she\u2019d been sleeping on a bank of roses all day. She could do anything with her hands \u2014 they all could \u2014 make a cottage or embroider a petticoat."}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd that\u2019s Queenie Colquhoun,", "context": "\u201d she said, pointing to a superb, white-haired dame, whose satin robes seemed strung with pearls. \u201cI must have told you how she found her cook drunk under the kitchen table when the Empress was coming to dinner, and tucked up her velvet sleeves (she always dressed like an Empress herself), cooked the whole meal, and appeared in the drawing-room as if she\u2019d been sleeping on a bank of roses all day. She could do anything with her hands \u2014 they all could \u2014 make a cottage or embroider a petticoat.\n\n\u201cAnd that\u2019s Queenie Colquhoun,\u201d she went on, turning the pages, \u201cwho took her coffin out with her to Jamaica, packed with lovely shawls and bonnets, because you couldn\u2019t get coffins in Jamaica, and she had a horror of dying there (as she did), and being devoured by the white ants. And there\u2019s Sabine, the loveliest of them all; ah! it was like a star rising when she came into the room. And that\u2019s Miriam, in her coachman\u2019s cloak, with all the little capes on, and she wore great top-boots underneath. You young people may say you\u2019re unconventional, but you\u2019re nothing compared with her.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cwho took her coffin out with her to Jamaica, packed with lovely shawls and bonnets, because you couldn\u2019t get coffins in Jamaica, and she had a horror of dying there (as she did), and being devoured by the white ants. And there\u2019s Sabine, the loveliest of them all; ah! it was like a star rising when she came into the room. And that\u2019s Miriam, in her coachman\u2019s cloak, with all the little capes on, and she wore great top-boots underneath. You young people may say you\u2019re unconventional, but you\u2019re nothing compared with her.\u201d", "context": "\u201d she said, pointing to a superb, white-haired dame, whose satin robes seemed strung with pearls. \u201cI must have told you how she found her cook drunk under the kitchen table when the Empress was coming to dinner, and tucked up her velvet sleeves (she always dressed like an Empress herself), cooked the whole meal, and appeared in the drawing-room as if she\u2019d been sleeping on a bank of roses all day. She could do anything with her hands \u2014 they all could \u2014 make a cottage or embroider a petticoat.\n\n\u201cAnd that\u2019s Queenie Colquhoun,\u201d she went on, turning the pages, \u201cwho took her coffin out with her to Jamaica, packed with lovely shawls and bonnets, because you couldn\u2019t get coffins in Jamaica, and she had a horror of dying there (as she did), and being devoured by the white ants. And there\u2019s Sabine, the loveliest of them all; ah! it was like a star rising when she came into the room. And that\u2019s Miriam, in her coachman\u2019s cloak, with all the little capes on, and she wore great top-boots underneath. You young people may say you\u2019re unconventional, but you\u2019re nothing compared with her.\u201d\n\nTurning the page, she came upon the picture of a very masculine, handsome lady, whose head the photographer had adorned with an imperial crown.\n\n\u201cAh, you wretch!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, \u201cwhat a wicked old despot you were, in your day! How we all bowed down before you! \u2018Maggie,\u2019 she used to say, \u2018if it hadn\u2019t been for me, where would you be now?\u2019 And it was true; she brought them together, you know. She said to my father, \u2018Marry her,\u2019 and he did; and she said to poor little Clara, \u2018Fall down and worship him,\u2019 and she did; but she got up again, of course. What else could one expect? She was a mere child \u2014 eighteen \u2014 and half dead with fright, too. But that old tyrant never repented. She used to say that she had given them three perfect months, and no one had a right to more; and I sometimes think, Katharine, that\u2019s true, you know. It\u2019s more than most of us have, only we have to pretend, which was a thing neither of them could ever do. I fancy"}, {"quote": "\u201cAh, you wretch!", "context": "\u201cwho took her coffin out with her to Jamaica, packed with lovely shawls and bonnets, because you couldn\u2019t get coffins in Jamaica, and she had a horror of dying there (as she did), and being devoured by the white ants. And there\u2019s Sabine, the loveliest of them all; ah! it was like a star rising when she came into the room. And that\u2019s Miriam, in her coachman\u2019s cloak, with all the little capes on, and she wore great top-boots underneath. You young people may say you\u2019re unconventional, but you\u2019re nothing compared with her.\u201d\n\nTurning the page, she came upon the picture of a very masculine, handsome lady, whose head the photographer had adorned with an imperial crown.\n\n\u201cAh, you wretch!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, \u201cwhat a wicked old despot you were, in your day! How we all bowed down before you! \u2018Maggie,\u2019 she used to say, \u2018if it hadn\u2019t been for me, where would you be now?\u2019 And it was true; she brought them together, you know. She said to my father, \u2018Marry her,\u2019 and he did; and she said to poor little Clara, \u2018Fall down and worship him,\u2019 and she did; but she got up again, of course. What else could one expect? She was a mere child \u2014 eighteen \u2014 and half dead with fright, too. But that old tyrant never repented. She used to say that she had given them three perfect months, and no one had a right to more; and I sometimes think, Katharine, that\u2019s true, you know. It\u2019s more than most of us have, only we have to pretend, which was a thing neither of them could ever do. I fancy"}, {"quote": "\u201cwhat a wicked old despot you were, in your day! How we all bowed down before you! \u2018Maggie,\u2019 she used to say, \u2018if it hadn\u2019t been for me, where would you be now?\u2019 And it was true; she brought them together, you know. She said to my father, \u2018Marry her,\u2019 and he did; and she said to poor little Clara, \u2018Fall down and worship him,\u2019 and she did; but she got up again, of course. What else could one expect? She was a mere child \u2014 eighteen \u2014 and half dead with fright, too. But that old tyrant never repented. She used to say that she had given them three perfect months, and no one had a right to more; and I sometimes think, Katharine, that\u2019s true, you know. It\u2019s more than most of us have, only we have to pretend, which was a thing neither of them could ever do. I fancy,", "context": "\u201cwho took her coffin out with her to Jamaica, packed with lovely shawls and bonnets, because you couldn\u2019t get coffins in Jamaica, and she had a horror of dying there (as she did), and being devoured by the white ants. And there\u2019s Sabine, the loveliest of them all; ah! it was like a star rising when she came into the room. And that\u2019s Miriam, in her coachman\u2019s cloak, with all the little capes on, and she wore great top-boots underneath. You young people may say you\u2019re unconventional, but you\u2019re nothing compared with her.\u201d\n\nTurning the page, she came upon the picture of a very masculine, handsome lady, whose head the photographer had adorned with an imperial crown.\n\n\u201cAh, you wretch!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, \u201cwhat a wicked old despot you were, in your day! How we all bowed down before you! \u2018Maggie,\u2019 she used to say, \u2018if it hadn\u2019t been for me, where would you be now?\u2019 And it was true; she brought them together, you know. She said to my father, \u2018Marry her,\u2019 and he did; and she said to poor little Clara, \u2018Fall down and worship him,\u2019 and she did; but she got up again, of course. What else could one expect? She was a mere child \u2014 eighteen \u2014 and half dead with fright, too. But that old tyrant never repented. She used to say that she had given them three perfect months, and no one had a right to more; and I sometimes think, Katharine, that\u2019s true, you know. It\u2019s more than most of us have, only we have to pretend, which was a thing neither of them could ever do. I fancy,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery mused, \u201cthat there was a kind of sincerity in those days between men and women which, with all your outspokenness, you haven\u2019t got.\u201d\n\nKatharine again tried to interrupt. But Mrs. Hilbery had been gathering impetus from her recollections, and was now in high spirits.\n\n\u201cThey must have been good friends at heart,\u201d she resumed, \u201cbecause she used to sing his songs. Ah, how did it go?\u201d and Mrs. Hilbery, who had a very sweet voice, trolled out a famous lyric of her father\u2019s which had been set to an absurdly and charmingly sentimental air by some early Victorian composer."}, {"quote": "\u201cthat there was a kind of sincerity in those days between men and women which, with all your outspokenness, you haven\u2019t got.\u201d", "context": "\u201cwhat a wicked old despot you were, in your day! How we all bowed down before you! \u2018Maggie,\u2019 she used to say, \u2018if it hadn\u2019t been for me, where would you be now?\u2019 And it was true; she brought them together, you know. She said to my father, \u2018Marry her,\u2019 and he did; and she said to poor little Clara, \u2018Fall down and worship him,\u2019 and she did; but she got up again, of course. What else could one expect? She was a mere child \u2014 eighteen \u2014 and half dead with fright, too. But that old tyrant never repented. She used to say that she had given them three perfect months, and no one had a right to more; and I sometimes think, Katharine, that\u2019s true, you know. It\u2019s more than most of us have, only we have to pretend, which was a thing neither of them could ever do. I fancy,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery mused, \u201cthat there was a kind of sincerity in those days between men and women which, with all your outspokenness, you haven\u2019t got.\u201d\n\nKatharine again tried to interrupt. But Mrs. Hilbery had been gathering impetus from her recollections, and was now in high spirits.\n\n\u201cThey must have been good friends at heart,\u201d she resumed, \u201cbecause she used to sing his songs. Ah, how did it go?\u201d and Mrs. Hilbery, who had a very sweet voice, trolled out a famous lyric of her father\u2019s which had been set to an absurdly and charmingly sentimental air by some early Victorian composer.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the vitality of them"}, {"quote": "\u201cThey must have been good friends at heart,", "context": "\u201cwhat a wicked old despot you were, in your day! How we all bowed down before you! \u2018Maggie,\u2019 she used to say, \u2018if it hadn\u2019t been for me, where would you be now?\u2019 And it was true; she brought them together, you know. She said to my father, \u2018Marry her,\u2019 and he did; and she said to poor little Clara, \u2018Fall down and worship him,\u2019 and she did; but she got up again, of course. What else could one expect? She was a mere child \u2014 eighteen \u2014 and half dead with fright, too. But that old tyrant never repented. She used to say that she had given them three perfect months, and no one had a right to more; and I sometimes think, Katharine, that\u2019s true, you know. It\u2019s more than most of us have, only we have to pretend, which was a thing neither of them could ever do. I fancy,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery mused, \u201cthat there was a kind of sincerity in those days between men and women which, with all your outspokenness, you haven\u2019t got.\u201d\n\nKatharine again tried to interrupt. But Mrs. Hilbery had been gathering impetus from her recollections, and was now in high spirits.\n\n\u201cThey must have been good friends at heart,\u201d she resumed, \u201cbecause she used to sing his songs. Ah, how did it go?\u201d and Mrs. Hilbery, who had a very sweet voice, trolled out a famous lyric of her father\u2019s which had been set to an absurdly and charmingly sentimental air by some early Victorian composer.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the vitality of them!\u201d she concluded, striking her fist against the table. \u201cThat\u2019s what we haven\u2019t got! We\u2019re virtuous, we\u2019re earnest, we go to meetings, we pay the poor their wages, but we don\u2019t live as they lived. As often as not, my father wasn\u2019t in bed three nights out of the seven, but always fresh as paint in the morning. I hear him now, come singing up the stairs to the nursery, and tossing the loaf for breakfast on his sword-stick, and then off we went for a day\u2019s pleasuring \u2014 Richmond, Hampton Court, the Surrey Hills. Why shouldn\u2019t we go, Katharine? It\u2019s going to be a fine day.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cbecause she used to sing his songs. Ah, how did it go?", "context": "\u201cwhat a wicked old despot you were, in your day! How we all bowed down before you! \u2018Maggie,\u2019 she used to say, \u2018if it hadn\u2019t been for me, where would you be now?\u2019 And it was true; she brought them together, you know. She said to my father, \u2018Marry her,\u2019 and he did; and she said to poor little Clara, \u2018Fall down and worship him,\u2019 and she did; but she got up again, of course. What else could one expect? She was a mere child \u2014 eighteen \u2014 and half dead with fright, too. But that old tyrant never repented. She used to say that she had given them three perfect months, and no one had a right to more; and I sometimes think, Katharine, that\u2019s true, you know. It\u2019s more than most of us have, only we have to pretend, which was a thing neither of them could ever do. I fancy,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery mused, \u201cthat there was a kind of sincerity in those days between men and women which, with all your outspokenness, you haven\u2019t got.\u201d\n\nKatharine again tried to interrupt. But Mrs. Hilbery had been gathering impetus from her recollections, and was now in high spirits.\n\n\u201cThey must have been good friends at heart,\u201d she resumed, \u201cbecause she used to sing his songs. Ah, how did it go?\u201d and Mrs. Hilbery, who had a very sweet voice, trolled out a famous lyric of her father\u2019s which had been set to an absurdly and charmingly sentimental air by some early Victorian composer.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the vitality of them!\u201d she concluded, striking her fist against the table. \u201cThat\u2019s what we haven\u2019t got! We\u2019re virtuous, we\u2019re earnest, we go to meetings, we pay the poor their wages, but we don\u2019t live as they lived. As often as not, my father wasn\u2019t in bed three nights out of the seven, but always fresh as paint in the morning. I hear him now, come singing up the stairs to the nursery, and tossing the loaf for breakfast on his sword-stick, and then off we went for a day\u2019s pleasuring \u2014 Richmond, Hampton Court, the Surrey Hills. Why shouldn\u2019t we go, Katharine? It\u2019s going to be a fine day.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt\u2019s the vitality of them!", "context": "Katharine again tried to interrupt. But Mrs. Hilbery had been gathering impetus from her recollections, and was now in high spirits.\n\n\u201cThey must have been good friends at heart,\u201d she resumed, \u201cbecause she used to sing his songs. Ah, how did it go?\u201d and Mrs. Hilbery, who had a very sweet voice, trolled out a famous lyric of her father\u2019s which had been set to an absurdly and charmingly sentimental air by some early Victorian composer.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the vitality of them!\u201d she concluded, striking her fist against the table. \u201cThat\u2019s what we haven\u2019t got! We\u2019re virtuous, we\u2019re earnest, we go to meetings, we pay the poor their wages, but we don\u2019t live as they lived. As often as not, my father wasn\u2019t in bed three nights out of the seven, but always fresh as paint in the morning. I hear him now, come singing up the stairs to the nursery, and tossing the loaf for breakfast on his sword-stick, and then off we went for a day\u2019s pleasuring \u2014 Richmond, Hampton Court, the Surrey Hills. Why shouldn\u2019t we go, Katharine? It\u2019s going to be a fine day.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThat\u2019s what we haven\u2019t got! We\u2019re virtuous, we\u2019re earnest, we go to meetings, we pay the poor their wages, but we don\u2019t live as they lived. As often as not, my father wasn\u2019t in bed three nights out of the seven, but always fresh as paint in the morning. I hear him now, come singing up the stairs to the nursery, and tossing the loaf for breakfast on his sword-stick, and then off we went for a day\u2019s pleasuring \u2014 Richmond, Hampton Court, the Surrey Hills. Why shouldn\u2019t we go, Katharine? It\u2019s going to be a fine day.\u201d", "context": "Katharine again tried to interrupt. But Mrs. Hilbery had been gathering impetus from her recollections, and was now in high spirits.\n\n\u201cThey must have been good friends at heart,\u201d she resumed, \u201cbecause she used to sing his songs. Ah, how did it go?\u201d and Mrs. Hilbery, who had a very sweet voice, trolled out a famous lyric of her father\u2019s which had been set to an absurdly and charmingly sentimental air by some early Victorian composer.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s the vitality of them!\u201d she concluded, striking her fist against the table. \u201cThat\u2019s what we haven\u2019t got! We\u2019re virtuous, we\u2019re earnest, we go to meetings, we pay the poor their wages, but we don\u2019t live as they lived. As often as not, my father wasn\u2019t in bed three nights out of the seven, but always fresh as paint in the morning. I hear him now, come singing up the stairs to the nursery, and tossing the loaf for breakfast on his sword-stick, and then off we went for a day\u2019s pleasuring \u2014 Richmond, Hampton Court, the Surrey Hills. Why shouldn\u2019t we go, Katharine? It\u2019s going to be a fine day.\u201d\n\nAt this moment, just as Mrs. Hilbery was examining the weather from the window, there was a knock at the door. A slight, elderly lady came in, and was saluted by Katharine, with very evident dismay, as \u201cAunt Celia!\u201d She was dismayed because she guessed why Aunt Celia had come. It was certainly in order to discuss the case of Cyril and the woman who was not his wife, and owing to her procrastination Mrs. Hilbery was quite unprepared. Who could be more unprepared? Here she was, suggesting that all three of them should go on a jaunt to Blackfriars to inspect the site of Shakespeare\u2019s theater, for the weather was hardly settled enough for the country."}, {"quote": "\u201cAunt Celia!", "context": "\u201cThat\u2019s what we haven\u2019t got! We\u2019re virtuous, we\u2019re earnest, we go to meetings, we pay the poor their wages, but we don\u2019t live as they lived. As often as not, my father wasn\u2019t in bed three nights out of the seven, but always fresh as paint in the morning. I hear him now, come singing up the stairs to the nursery, and tossing the loaf for breakfast on his sword-stick, and then off we went for a day\u2019s pleasuring \u2014 Richmond, Hampton Court, the Surrey Hills. Why shouldn\u2019t we go, Katharine? It\u2019s going to be a fine day.\u201d\n\nAt this moment, just as Mrs. Hilbery was examining the weather from the window, there was a knock at the door. A slight, elderly lady came in, and was saluted by Katharine, with very evident dismay, as \u201cAunt Celia!\u201d She was dismayed because she guessed why Aunt Celia had come. It was certainly in order to discuss the case of Cyril and the woman who was not his wife, and owing to her procrastination Mrs. Hilbery was quite unprepared. Who could be more unprepared? Here she was, suggesting that all three of them should go on a jaunt to Blackfriars to inspect the site of Shakespeare\u2019s theater, for the weather was hardly settled enough for the country.\n\nTo this proposal Mrs. Milvain listened with a patient smile, which indicated that for many years she had accepted such eccentricities in her sister-in-law with bland philosophy. Katharine took up her position at some distance, standing with her foot on the fender, as though by so doing she could get a better view of the matter. But, in spite of her aunt\u2019s presence, how unreal the whole question of Cyril and his morality appeared! The difficulty, it now seemed, was not to break the news gently to Mrs. Hilbery, but to make her understand it. How was one to lasso her mind, and tether it to this minute, unimportant spot? A matter-of-fact statement seemed best."}, {"quote": "\u201cI think Aunt Celia has come to talk about Cyril, mother,", "context": "To this proposal Mrs. Milvain listened with a patient smile, which indicated that for many years she had accepted such eccentricities in her sister-in-law with bland philosophy. Katharine took up her position at some distance, standing with her foot on the fender, as though by so doing she could get a better view of the matter. But, in spite of her aunt\u2019s presence, how unreal the whole question of Cyril and his morality appeared! The difficulty, it now seemed, was not to break the news gently to Mrs. Hilbery, but to make her understand it. How was one to lasso her mind, and tether it to this minute, unimportant spot? A matter-of-fact statement seemed best.\n\n\u201cI think Aunt Celia has come to talk about Cyril, mother,\u201d she said rather brutally. \u201cAunt Celia has discovered that Cyril is married. He has a wife and children.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, he is not married,\u201d Mrs. Milvain interposed, in low tones, addressing herself to Mrs. Hilbery. \u201cHe has two children, and another on the way.\u201d\n\nMrs. Hilbery looked from one to the other in bewilderment.\n\n\u201cWe thought it better to wait until it was proved before we told you,\u201d Katharine added.\n\n\u201cBut I met Cyril only a fortnight ago at the National Gallery"}, {"quote": "\u201cAunt Celia has discovered that Cyril is married. He has a wife and children.\u201d", "context": "To this proposal Mrs. Milvain listened with a patient smile, which indicated that for many years she had accepted such eccentricities in her sister-in-law with bland philosophy. Katharine took up her position at some distance, standing with her foot on the fender, as though by so doing she could get a better view of the matter. But, in spite of her aunt\u2019s presence, how unreal the whole question of Cyril and his morality appeared! The difficulty, it now seemed, was not to break the news gently to Mrs. Hilbery, but to make her understand it. How was one to lasso her mind, and tether it to this minute, unimportant spot? A matter-of-fact statement seemed best.\n\n\u201cI think Aunt Celia has come to talk about Cyril, mother,\u201d she said rather brutally. \u201cAunt Celia has discovered that Cyril is married. He has a wife and children.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, he is not married,\u201d Mrs. Milvain interposed, in low tones, addressing herself to Mrs. Hilbery. \u201cHe has two children, and another on the way.\u201d\n\nMrs. Hilbery looked from one to the other in bewilderment.\n\n\u201cWe thought it better to wait until it was proved before we told you,\u201d Katharine added.\n\n\u201cBut I met Cyril only a fortnight ago at the National Gallery!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. \u201cI don\u2019t believe a word of it"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, he is not married,", "context": "To this proposal Mrs. Milvain listened with a patient smile, which indicated that for many years she had accepted such eccentricities in her sister-in-law with bland philosophy. Katharine took up her position at some distance, standing with her foot on the fender, as though by so doing she could get a better view of the matter. But, in spite of her aunt\u2019s presence, how unreal the whole question of Cyril and his morality appeared! The difficulty, it now seemed, was not to break the news gently to Mrs. Hilbery, but to make her understand it. How was one to lasso her mind, and tether it to this minute, unimportant spot? A matter-of-fact statement seemed best.\n\n\u201cI think Aunt Celia has come to talk about Cyril, mother,\u201d she said rather brutally. \u201cAunt Celia has discovered that Cyril is married. He has a wife and children.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, he is not married,\u201d Mrs. Milvain interposed, in low tones, addressing herself to Mrs. Hilbery. \u201cHe has two children, and another on the way.\u201d\n\nMrs. Hilbery looked from one to the other in bewilderment.\n\n\u201cWe thought it better to wait until it was proved before we told you,\u201d Katharine added.\n\n\u201cBut I met Cyril only a fortnight ago at the National Gallery!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. \u201cI don\u2019t believe a word of it,\u201d and she tossed her head with a smile on her lips at Mrs. Milvain, as though she could quite understand her mistake, which was a very natural mistake, in the case of a childless woman, whose husband was something very dull in the Board of Trade."}, {"quote": "\u201cHe has two children, and another on the way.\u201d", "context": "To this proposal Mrs. Milvain listened with a patient smile, which indicated that for many years she had accepted such eccentricities in her sister-in-law with bland philosophy. Katharine took up her position at some distance, standing with her foot on the fender, as though by so doing she could get a better view of the matter. But, in spite of her aunt\u2019s presence, how unreal the whole question of Cyril and his morality appeared! The difficulty, it now seemed, was not to break the news gently to Mrs. Hilbery, but to make her understand it. How was one to lasso her mind, and tether it to this minute, unimportant spot? A matter-of-fact statement seemed best.\n\n\u201cI think Aunt Celia has come to talk about Cyril, mother,\u201d she said rather brutally. \u201cAunt Celia has discovered that Cyril is married. He has a wife and children.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, he is not married,\u201d Mrs. Milvain interposed, in low tones, addressing herself to Mrs. Hilbery. \u201cHe has two children, and another on the way.\u201d\n\nMrs. Hilbery looked from one to the other in bewilderment.\n\n\u201cWe thought it better to wait until it was proved before we told you,\u201d Katharine added.\n\n\u201cBut I met Cyril only a fortnight ago at the National Gallery!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. \u201cI don\u2019t believe a word of it,\u201d and she tossed her head with a smile on her lips at Mrs. Milvain, as though she could quite understand her mistake, which was a very natural mistake, in the case of a childless woman, whose husband was something very dull in the Board of Trade."}, {"quote": "\u201cWe thought it better to wait until it was proved before we told you,", "context": "To this proposal Mrs. Milvain listened with a patient smile, which indicated that for many years she had accepted such eccentricities in her sister-in-law with bland philosophy. Katharine took up her position at some distance, standing with her foot on the fender, as though by so doing she could get a better view of the matter. But, in spite of her aunt\u2019s presence, how unreal the whole question of Cyril and his morality appeared! The difficulty, it now seemed, was not to break the news gently to Mrs. Hilbery, but to make her understand it. How was one to lasso her mind, and tether it to this minute, unimportant spot? A matter-of-fact statement seemed best.\n\n\u201cI think Aunt Celia has come to talk about Cyril, mother,\u201d she said rather brutally. \u201cAunt Celia has discovered that Cyril is married. He has a wife and children.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, he is not married,\u201d Mrs. Milvain interposed, in low tones, addressing herself to Mrs. Hilbery. \u201cHe has two children, and another on the way.\u201d\n\nMrs. Hilbery looked from one to the other in bewilderment.\n\n\u201cWe thought it better to wait until it was proved before we told you,\u201d Katharine added.\n\n\u201cBut I met Cyril only a fortnight ago at the National Gallery!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. \u201cI don\u2019t believe a word of it,\u201d and she tossed her head with a smile on her lips at Mrs. Milvain, as though she could quite understand her mistake, which was a very natural mistake, in the case of a childless woman, whose husband was something very dull in the Board of Trade.\n\n\u201cI didn\u2019t wish to believe it, Maggie,\u201d said Mrs. Milvain."}, {"quote": "\u201cBut I met Cyril only a fortnight ago at the National Gallery!", "context": "\u201cI think Aunt Celia has come to talk about Cyril, mother,\u201d she said rather brutally. \u201cAunt Celia has discovered that Cyril is married. He has a wife and children.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, he is not married,\u201d Mrs. Milvain interposed, in low tones, addressing herself to Mrs. Hilbery. \u201cHe has two children, and another on the way.\u201d\n\nMrs. Hilbery looked from one to the other in bewilderment.\n\n\u201cWe thought it better to wait until it was proved before we told you,\u201d Katharine added.\n\n\u201cBut I met Cyril only a fortnight ago at the National Gallery!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. \u201cI don\u2019t believe a word of it,\u201d and she tossed her head with a smile on her lips at Mrs. Milvain, as though she could quite understand her mistake, which was a very natural mistake, in the case of a childless woman, whose husband was something very dull in the Board of Trade.\n\n\u201cI didn\u2019t wish to believe it, Maggie,\u201d said Mrs. Milvain. \u201cFor a long time I couldn\u2019t believe it. But now I\u2019ve seen, and I have to believe it.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI don\u2019t believe a word of it,", "context": "\u201cAunt Celia has discovered that Cyril is married. He has a wife and children.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, he is not married,\u201d Mrs. Milvain interposed, in low tones, addressing herself to Mrs. Hilbery. \u201cHe has two children, and another on the way.\u201d\n\nMrs. Hilbery looked from one to the other in bewilderment.\n\n\u201cWe thought it better to wait until it was proved before we told you,\u201d Katharine added.\n\n\u201cBut I met Cyril only a fortnight ago at the National Gallery!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. \u201cI don\u2019t believe a word of it,\u201d and she tossed her head with a smile on her lips at Mrs. Milvain, as though she could quite understand her mistake, which was a very natural mistake, in the case of a childless woman, whose husband was something very dull in the Board of Trade.\n\n\u201cI didn\u2019t wish to believe it, Maggie,\u201d said Mrs. Milvain. \u201cFor a long time I couldn\u2019t believe it. But now I\u2019ve seen, and I have to believe it.\u201d\n\n\u201cKatharine,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery demanded,"}, {"quote": "\u201cI didn\u2019t wish to believe it, Maggie,", "context": "\u201cWe thought it better to wait until it was proved before we told you,\u201d Katharine added.\n\n\u201cBut I met Cyril only a fortnight ago at the National Gallery!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. \u201cI don\u2019t believe a word of it,\u201d and she tossed her head with a smile on her lips at Mrs. Milvain, as though she could quite understand her mistake, which was a very natural mistake, in the case of a childless woman, whose husband was something very dull in the Board of Trade.\n\n\u201cI didn\u2019t wish to believe it, Maggie,\u201d said Mrs. Milvain. \u201cFor a long time I couldn\u2019t believe it. But now I\u2019ve seen, and I have to believe it.\u201d\n\n\u201cKatharine,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery demanded, \u201cdoes your father know of this?\u201d\n\nKatharine nodded.\n\n\u201cCyril married!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery repeated. \u201cAnd never telling us a word, though we\u2019ve had him in our house since he was a child \u2014 noble William\u2019s son! I can\u2019t believe my ears!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cFor a long time I couldn\u2019t believe it. But now I\u2019ve seen, and I have to believe it.\u201d", "context": "\u201cBut I met Cyril only a fortnight ago at the National Gallery!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. \u201cI don\u2019t believe a word of it,\u201d and she tossed her head with a smile on her lips at Mrs. Milvain, as though she could quite understand her mistake, which was a very natural mistake, in the case of a childless woman, whose husband was something very dull in the Board of Trade.\n\n\u201cI didn\u2019t wish to believe it, Maggie,\u201d said Mrs. Milvain. \u201cFor a long time I couldn\u2019t believe it. But now I\u2019ve seen, and I have to believe it.\u201d\n\n\u201cKatharine,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery demanded, \u201cdoes your father know of this?\u201d\n\nKatharine nodded.\n\n\u201cCyril married!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery repeated. \u201cAnd never telling us a word, though we\u2019ve had him in our house since he was a child \u2014 noble William\u2019s son! I can\u2019t believe my ears!\u201d\n\nFeeling that the burden of proof was laid upon her, Mrs. Milvain now proceeded with her story. She was elderly and fragile, but her childlessness seemed always to impose these painful duties on her, and to revere the family, and to keep it in repair, had now become the chief object of her life. She told her story in a low, spasmodic, and somewhat broken voice."}, {"quote": "\u201cdoes your father know of this?\u201d", "context": "\u201d and she tossed her head with a smile on her lips at Mrs. Milvain, as though she could quite understand her mistake, which was a very natural mistake, in the case of a childless woman, whose husband was something very dull in the Board of Trade.\n\n\u201cI didn\u2019t wish to believe it, Maggie,\u201d said Mrs. Milvain. \u201cFor a long time I couldn\u2019t believe it. But now I\u2019ve seen, and I have to believe it.\u201d\n\n\u201cKatharine,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery demanded, \u201cdoes your father know of this?\u201d\n\nKatharine nodded.\n\n\u201cCyril married!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery repeated. \u201cAnd never telling us a word, though we\u2019ve had him in our house since he was a child \u2014 noble William\u2019s son! I can\u2019t believe my ears!\u201d\n\nFeeling that the burden of proof was laid upon her, Mrs. Milvain now proceeded with her story. She was elderly and fragile, but her childlessness seemed always to impose these painful duties on her, and to revere the family, and to keep it in repair, had now become the chief object of her life. She told her story in a low, spasmodic, and somewhat broken voice."}, {"quote": "\u201cCyril married!", "context": "\u201d and she tossed her head with a smile on her lips at Mrs. Milvain, as though she could quite understand her mistake, which was a very natural mistake, in the case of a childless woman, whose husband was something very dull in the Board of Trade.\n\n\u201cI didn\u2019t wish to believe it, Maggie,\u201d said Mrs. Milvain. \u201cFor a long time I couldn\u2019t believe it. But now I\u2019ve seen, and I have to believe it.\u201d\n\n\u201cKatharine,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery demanded, \u201cdoes your father know of this?\u201d\n\nKatharine nodded.\n\n\u201cCyril married!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery repeated. \u201cAnd never telling us a word, though we\u2019ve had him in our house since he was a child \u2014 noble William\u2019s son! I can\u2019t believe my ears!\u201d\n\nFeeling that the burden of proof was laid upon her, Mrs. Milvain now proceeded with her story. She was elderly and fragile, but her childlessness seemed always to impose these painful duties on her, and to revere the family, and to keep it in repair, had now become the chief object of her life. She told her story in a low, spasmodic, and somewhat broken voice."}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd never telling us a word, though we\u2019ve had him in our house since he was a child \u2014 noble William\u2019s son! I can\u2019t believe my ears!\u201d", "context": "\u201d and she tossed her head with a smile on her lips at Mrs. Milvain, as though she could quite understand her mistake, which was a very natural mistake, in the case of a childless woman, whose husband was something very dull in the Board of Trade.\n\n\u201cI didn\u2019t wish to believe it, Maggie,\u201d said Mrs. Milvain. \u201cFor a long time I couldn\u2019t believe it. But now I\u2019ve seen, and I have to believe it.\u201d\n\n\u201cKatharine,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery demanded, \u201cdoes your father know of this?\u201d\n\nKatharine nodded.\n\n\u201cCyril married!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery repeated. \u201cAnd never telling us a word, though we\u2019ve had him in our house since he was a child \u2014 noble William\u2019s son! I can\u2019t believe my ears!\u201d\n\nFeeling that the burden of proof was laid upon her, Mrs. Milvain now proceeded with her story. She was elderly and fragile, but her childlessness seemed always to impose these painful duties on her, and to revere the family, and to keep it in repair, had now become the chief object of her life. She told her story in a low, spasmodic, and somewhat broken voice.\n\n\u201cI have suspected for some time that he was not happy. There were new lines on his face. So I went to his rooms, when I knew he was engaged at the poor men\u2019s college. He lectures there \u2014 Roman law, you know, or it may be Greek. The landlady said Mr. Alardyce only slept there about once a fortnight now. He looked so ill, she said. She had seen him with a young person. I suspected something directly. I went to his room, and there was an envelope on the mantelpiece, and a letter with an address in Seton Street, off the Kennington Road.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI have suspected for some time that he was not happy. There were new lines on his face. So I went to his rooms, when I knew he was engaged at the poor men\u2019s college. He lectures there \u2014 Roman law, you know, or it may be Greek. The landlady said Mr. Alardyce only slept there about once a fortnight now. He looked so ill, she said. She had seen him with a young person. I suspected something directly. I went to his room, and there was an envelope on the mantelpiece, and a letter with an address in Seton Street, off the Kennington Road.\u201d", "context": "\u201cAnd never telling us a word, though we\u2019ve had him in our house since he was a child \u2014 noble William\u2019s son! I can\u2019t believe my ears!\u201d\n\nFeeling that the burden of proof was laid upon her, Mrs. Milvain now proceeded with her story. She was elderly and fragile, but her childlessness seemed always to impose these painful duties on her, and to revere the family, and to keep it in repair, had now become the chief object of her life. She told her story in a low, spasmodic, and somewhat broken voice.\n\n\u201cI have suspected for some time that he was not happy. There were new lines on his face. So I went to his rooms, when I knew he was engaged at the poor men\u2019s college. He lectures there \u2014 Roman law, you know, or it may be Greek. The landlady said Mr. Alardyce only slept there about once a fortnight now. He looked so ill, she said. She had seen him with a young person. I suspected something directly. I went to his room, and there was an envelope on the mantelpiece, and a letter with an address in Seton Street, off the Kennington Road.\u201d\n\nMrs. Hilbery fidgeted rather restlessly, and hummed fragments of her tune, as if to interrupt.\n\n\u201cI went to Seton Street,\u201d Aunt Celia continued firmly. \u201cA very low place \u2014 lodging-houses, you know, with canaries in the window. Number seven just like all the others. I rang, I knocked; no one came. I went down the area. I am certain I saw some one inside \u2014 children \u2014 a cradle. But no reply \u2014 no reply"}, {"quote": "\u201cI went to Seton Street,", "context": "\u201cI have suspected for some time that he was not happy. There were new lines on his face. So I went to his rooms, when I knew he was engaged at the poor men\u2019s college. He lectures there \u2014 Roman law, you know, or it may be Greek. The landlady said Mr. Alardyce only slept there about once a fortnight now. He looked so ill, she said. She had seen him with a young person. I suspected something directly. I went to his room, and there was an envelope on the mantelpiece, and a letter with an address in Seton Street, off the Kennington Road.\u201d\n\nMrs. Hilbery fidgeted rather restlessly, and hummed fragments of her tune, as if to interrupt.\n\n\u201cI went to Seton Street,\u201d Aunt Celia continued firmly. \u201cA very low place \u2014 lodging-houses, you know, with canaries in the window. Number seven just like all the others. I rang, I knocked; no one came. I went down the area. I am certain I saw some one inside \u2014 children \u2014 a cradle. But no reply \u2014 no reply.\u201d She sighed, and looked straight in front of her with a glazed expression in her half-veiled blue eyes.\n\n\u201cI stood in the street"}, {"quote": "\u201cA very low place \u2014 lodging-houses, you know, with canaries in the window. Number seven just like all the others. I rang, I knocked; no one came. I went down the area. I am certain I saw some one inside \u2014 children \u2014 a cradle. But no reply \u2014 no reply.", "context": "\u201cI have suspected for some time that he was not happy. There were new lines on his face. So I went to his rooms, when I knew he was engaged at the poor men\u2019s college. He lectures there \u2014 Roman law, you know, or it may be Greek. The landlady said Mr. Alardyce only slept there about once a fortnight now. He looked so ill, she said. She had seen him with a young person. I suspected something directly. I went to his room, and there was an envelope on the mantelpiece, and a letter with an address in Seton Street, off the Kennington Road.\u201d\n\nMrs. Hilbery fidgeted rather restlessly, and hummed fragments of her tune, as if to interrupt.\n\n\u201cI went to Seton Street,\u201d Aunt Celia continued firmly. \u201cA very low place \u2014 lodging-houses, you know, with canaries in the window. Number seven just like all the others. I rang, I knocked; no one came. I went down the area. I am certain I saw some one inside \u2014 children \u2014 a cradle. But no reply \u2014 no reply.\u201d She sighed, and looked straight in front of her with a glazed expression in her half-veiled blue eyes.\n\n\u201cI stood in the street,\u201d she resumed, \u201cin case I could catch a sight of one of them. It seemed a very long time. There were rough men singing in the public-house round the corner. At last the door opened, and some one \u2014 it must have been the woman herself \u2014 came right past me. There was only the pillar-box between us.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd what did she look like"}, {"quote": "\u201cI stood in the street,", "context": "\u201cI went to Seton Street,\u201d Aunt Celia continued firmly. \u201cA very low place \u2014 lodging-houses, you know, with canaries in the window. Number seven just like all the others. I rang, I knocked; no one came. I went down the area. I am certain I saw some one inside \u2014 children \u2014 a cradle. But no reply \u2014 no reply.\u201d She sighed, and looked straight in front of her with a glazed expression in her half-veiled blue eyes.\n\n\u201cI stood in the street,\u201d she resumed, \u201cin case I could catch a sight of one of them. It seemed a very long time. There were rough men singing in the public-house round the corner. At last the door opened, and some one \u2014 it must have been the woman herself \u2014 came right past me. There was only the pillar-box between us.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd what did she look like?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery demanded.\n\n\u201cOne could see how the poor boy had been deluded,\u201d was all that Mrs. Milvain vouchsafed by way of description."}, {"quote": "\u201cin case I could catch a sight of one of them. It seemed a very long time. There were rough men singing in the public-house round the corner. At last the door opened, and some one \u2014 it must have been the woman herself \u2014 came right past me. There was only the pillar-box between us.\u201d", "context": "\u201d Aunt Celia continued firmly. \u201cA very low place \u2014 lodging-houses, you know, with canaries in the window. Number seven just like all the others. I rang, I knocked; no one came. I went down the area. I am certain I saw some one inside \u2014 children \u2014 a cradle. But no reply \u2014 no reply.\u201d She sighed, and looked straight in front of her with a glazed expression in her half-veiled blue eyes.\n\n\u201cI stood in the street,\u201d she resumed, \u201cin case I could catch a sight of one of them. It seemed a very long time. There were rough men singing in the public-house round the corner. At last the door opened, and some one \u2014 it must have been the woman herself \u2014 came right past me. There was only the pillar-box between us.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd what did she look like?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery demanded.\n\n\u201cOne could see how the poor boy had been deluded,\u201d was all that Mrs. Milvain vouchsafed by way of description.\n\n\u201cPoor thing!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed.\n\n\u201cPoor Cyril!\u201d Mrs. Milvain said, laying a slight emphasis upon Cyril.\n\n\u201cBut they\u2019ve got nothing to live upon,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery continued. \u201cIf he\u2019d come to us like a man,\u201d she went on, \u201cand said, \u2018I\u2019ve been a fool,\u2019 one would have pitied him; one would have tried to help him. There\u2019s nothing so disgraceful after all \u2014 But he\u2019s been going about all these years, pretending, letting one take it for granted, that he was single. And the poor deserted little wife \u2014 \u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd what did she look like?", "context": "\u201cA very low place \u2014 lodging-houses, you know, with canaries in the window. Number seven just like all the others. I rang, I knocked; no one came. I went down the area. I am certain I saw some one inside \u2014 children \u2014 a cradle. But no reply \u2014 no reply.\u201d She sighed, and looked straight in front of her with a glazed expression in her half-veiled blue eyes.\n\n\u201cI stood in the street,\u201d she resumed, \u201cin case I could catch a sight of one of them. It seemed a very long time. There were rough men singing in the public-house round the corner. At last the door opened, and some one \u2014 it must have been the woman herself \u2014 came right past me. There was only the pillar-box between us.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd what did she look like?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery demanded.\n\n\u201cOne could see how the poor boy had been deluded,\u201d was all that Mrs. Milvain vouchsafed by way of description.\n\n\u201cPoor thing!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed.\n\n\u201cPoor Cyril!\u201d Mrs. Milvain said, laying a slight emphasis upon Cyril.\n\n\u201cBut they\u2019ve got nothing to live upon,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery continued. \u201cIf he\u2019d come to us like a man,\u201d she went on, \u201cand said, \u2018I\u2019ve been a fool,\u2019 one would have pitied him; one would have tried to help him. There\u2019s nothing so disgraceful after all \u2014 But he\u2019s been going about all these years, pretending, letting one take it for granted, that he was single. And the poor deserted little wife \u2014 \u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cOne could see how the poor boy had been deluded,", "context": "\u201d She sighed, and looked straight in front of her with a glazed expression in her half-veiled blue eyes.\n\n\u201cI stood in the street,\u201d she resumed, \u201cin case I could catch a sight of one of them. It seemed a very long time. There were rough men singing in the public-house round the corner. At last the door opened, and some one \u2014 it must have been the woman herself \u2014 came right past me. There was only the pillar-box between us.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd what did she look like?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery demanded.\n\n\u201cOne could see how the poor boy had been deluded,\u201d was all that Mrs. Milvain vouchsafed by way of description.\n\n\u201cPoor thing!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed.\n\n\u201cPoor Cyril!\u201d Mrs. Milvain said, laying a slight emphasis upon Cyril.\n\n\u201cBut they\u2019ve got nothing to live upon,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery continued. \u201cIf he\u2019d come to us like a man,\u201d she went on, \u201cand said, \u2018I\u2019ve been a fool,\u2019 one would have pitied him; one would have tried to help him. There\u2019s nothing so disgraceful after all \u2014 But he\u2019s been going about all these years, pretending, letting one take it for granted, that he was single. And the poor deserted little wife \u2014 \u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut they\u2019ve got nothing to live upon,", "context": "\u201cin case I could catch a sight of one of them. It seemed a very long time. There were rough men singing in the public-house round the corner. At last the door opened, and some one \u2014 it must have been the woman herself \u2014 came right past me. There was only the pillar-box between us.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd what did she look like?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery demanded.\n\n\u201cOne could see how the poor boy had been deluded,\u201d was all that Mrs. Milvain vouchsafed by way of description.\n\n\u201cPoor thing!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed.\n\n\u201cPoor Cyril!\u201d Mrs. Milvain said, laying a slight emphasis upon Cyril.\n\n\u201cBut they\u2019ve got nothing to live upon,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery continued. \u201cIf he\u2019d come to us like a man,\u201d she went on, \u201cand said, \u2018I\u2019ve been a fool,\u2019 one would have pitied him; one would have tried to help him. There\u2019s nothing so disgraceful after all \u2014 But he\u2019s been going about all these years, pretending, letting one take it for granted, that he was single. And the poor deserted little wife \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cShe is not his wife,\u201d Aunt Celia interrupted.\n\n\u201cI\u2019ve never heard anything so detestable"}, {"quote": "\u201cIf he\u2019d come to us like a man,", "context": "\u201cin case I could catch a sight of one of them. It seemed a very long time. There were rough men singing in the public-house round the corner. At last the door opened, and some one \u2014 it must have been the woman herself \u2014 came right past me. There was only the pillar-box between us.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd what did she look like?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery demanded.\n\n\u201cOne could see how the poor boy had been deluded,\u201d was all that Mrs. Milvain vouchsafed by way of description.\n\n\u201cPoor thing!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed.\n\n\u201cPoor Cyril!\u201d Mrs. Milvain said, laying a slight emphasis upon Cyril.\n\n\u201cBut they\u2019ve got nothing to live upon,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery continued. \u201cIf he\u2019d come to us like a man,\u201d she went on, \u201cand said, \u2018I\u2019ve been a fool,\u2019 one would have pitied him; one would have tried to help him. There\u2019s nothing so disgraceful after all \u2014 But he\u2019s been going about all these years, pretending, letting one take it for granted, that he was single. And the poor deserted little wife \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cShe is not his wife,\u201d Aunt Celia interrupted.\n\n\u201cI\u2019ve never heard anything so detestable!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery wound up, striking her fist on the arm of her chair. As she realized the facts she became thoroughly disgusted, although, perhaps, she was more hurt by the concealment of the sin than by the sin itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish \u2014 more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia\u2019s mind, which seemed to be timidly circling, with a morbid pleasure, in these unpleasant shades. She and her mother together would take the situation in hand, visit Cyril, and see the whole thing through."}, {"quote": "\u201cShe is not his wife,", "context": "\u201cPoor Cyril!\u201d Mrs. Milvain said, laying a slight emphasis upon Cyril.\n\n\u201cBut they\u2019ve got nothing to live upon,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery continued. \u201cIf he\u2019d come to us like a man,\u201d she went on, \u201cand said, \u2018I\u2019ve been a fool,\u2019 one would have pitied him; one would have tried to help him. There\u2019s nothing so disgraceful after all \u2014 But he\u2019s been going about all these years, pretending, letting one take it for granted, that he was single. And the poor deserted little wife \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cShe is not his wife,\u201d Aunt Celia interrupted.\n\n\u201cI\u2019ve never heard anything so detestable!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery wound up, striking her fist on the arm of her chair. As she realized the facts she became thoroughly disgusted, although, perhaps, she was more hurt by the concealment of the sin than by the sin itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish \u2014 more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia\u2019s mind, which seemed to be timidly circling, with a morbid pleasure, in these unpleasant shades. She and her mother together would take the situation in hand, visit Cyril, and see the whole thing through."}, {"quote": "\u201cI\u2019ve never heard anything so detestable!", "context": "\u201cBut they\u2019ve got nothing to live upon,\u201d Mrs. Hilbery continued. \u201cIf he\u2019d come to us like a man,\u201d she went on, \u201cand said, \u2018I\u2019ve been a fool,\u2019 one would have pitied him; one would have tried to help him. There\u2019s nothing so disgraceful after all \u2014 But he\u2019s been going about all these years, pretending, letting one take it for granted, that he was single. And the poor deserted little wife \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cShe is not his wife,\u201d Aunt Celia interrupted.\n\n\u201cI\u2019ve never heard anything so detestable!\u201d Mrs. Hilbery wound up, striking her fist on the arm of her chair. As she realized the facts she became thoroughly disgusted, although, perhaps, she was more hurt by the concealment of the sin than by the sin itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish \u2014 more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia\u2019s mind, which seemed to be timidly circling, with a morbid pleasure, in these unpleasant shades. She and her mother together would take the situation in hand, visit Cyril, and see the whole thing through."}, {"quote": "\u201cWe must realize Cyril\u2019s point of view first,", "context": "\u201d Mrs. Hilbery wound up, striking her fist on the arm of her chair. As she realized the facts she became thoroughly disgusted, although, perhaps, she was more hurt by the concealment of the sin than by the sin itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish \u2014 more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia\u2019s mind, which seemed to be timidly circling, with a morbid pleasure, in these unpleasant shades. She and her mother together would take the situation in hand, visit Cyril, and see the whole thing through.\n\n\u201cWe must realize Cyril\u2019s point of view first,\u201d she said, speaking directly to her mother, as if to a contemporary, but before the words were out of her mouth, there was more confusion outside, and Cousin Caroline, Mrs. Hilbery\u2019s maiden cousin, entered the room. Although she was by birth an Alardyce, and Aunt Celia a Hilbery, the complexities of the family relationship were such that each was at once first and second cousin to the other, and thus aunt and cousin to the culprit Cyril, so that his misbehavior was almost as much Cousin Caroline\u2019s affair as Aunt Celia\u2019s. Cousin Caroline was a lady of very imposing height and circumference, but in spite of her size and her handsome trappings, there was something exposed and unsheltered in her expression, as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins, so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say,"}, {"quote": "\u201cmade a life for herself,", "context": "\u201d she said, speaking directly to her mother, as if to a contemporary, but before the words were out of her mouth, there was more confusion outside, and Cousin Caroline, Mrs. Hilbery\u2019s maiden cousin, entered the room. Although she was by birth an Alardyce, and Aunt Celia a Hilbery, the complexities of the family relationship were such that each was at once first and second cousin to the other, and thus aunt and cousin to the culprit Cyril, so that his misbehavior was almost as much Cousin Caroline\u2019s affair as Aunt Celia\u2019s. Cousin Caroline was a lady of very imposing height and circumference, but in spite of her size and her handsome trappings, there was something exposed and unsheltered in her expression, as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins, so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, \u201cmade a life for herself,\u201d and was thus entitled to be heard with respect.\n\n\u201cThis unhappy business,\u201d she began, out of breath as she was. \u201cIf the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I should have been with you before. Celia has doubtless told you. You will agree with me, Maggie. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cBut does he refuse to marry her?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment."}, {"quote": "\u201cThis unhappy business,", "context": "\u201d she said, speaking directly to her mother, as if to a contemporary, but before the words were out of her mouth, there was more confusion outside, and Cousin Caroline, Mrs. Hilbery\u2019s maiden cousin, entered the room. Although she was by birth an Alardyce, and Aunt Celia a Hilbery, the complexities of the family relationship were such that each was at once first and second cousin to the other, and thus aunt and cousin to the culprit Cyril, so that his misbehavior was almost as much Cousin Caroline\u2019s affair as Aunt Celia\u2019s. Cousin Caroline was a lady of very imposing height and circumference, but in spite of her size and her handsome trappings, there was something exposed and unsheltered in her expression, as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins, so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, \u201cmade a life for herself,\u201d and was thus entitled to be heard with respect.\n\n\u201cThis unhappy business,\u201d she began, out of breath as she was. \u201cIf the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I should have been with you before. Celia has doubtless told you. You will agree with me, Maggie. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cBut does he refuse to marry her?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment.\n\n\u201cHe has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut does he refuse to marry her?", "context": "\u201d she said, speaking directly to her mother, as if to a contemporary, but before the words were out of her mouth, there was more confusion outside, and Cousin Caroline, Mrs. Hilbery\u2019s maiden cousin, entered the room. Although she was by birth an Alardyce, and Aunt Celia a Hilbery, the complexities of the family relationship were such that each was at once first and second cousin to the other, and thus aunt and cousin to the culprit Cyril, so that his misbehavior was almost as much Cousin Caroline\u2019s affair as Aunt Celia\u2019s. Cousin Caroline was a lady of very imposing height and circumference, but in spite of her size and her handsome trappings, there was something exposed and unsheltered in her expression, as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins, so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, \u201cmade a life for herself,\u201d and was thus entitled to be heard with respect.\n\n\u201cThis unhappy business,\u201d she began, out of breath as she was. \u201cIf the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I should have been with you before. Celia has doubtless told you. You will agree with me, Maggie. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cBut does he refuse to marry her?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment.\n\n\u201cHe has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations,\u201d Cousin Caroline puffed. \u201cHe thinks he\u2019s doing a very fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl\u2019s every bit as infatuated as he is \u2014 for which I blame him.\u201d\n\n\u201cShe entangled him,\u201d Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim."}, {"quote": "\u201cHe has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations,", "context": "\u201d and was thus entitled to be heard with respect.\n\n\u201cThis unhappy business,\u201d she began, out of breath as she was. \u201cIf the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I should have been with you before. Celia has doubtless told you. You will agree with me, Maggie. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cBut does he refuse to marry her?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment.\n\n\u201cHe has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations,\u201d Cousin Caroline puffed. \u201cHe thinks he\u2019s doing a very fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl\u2019s every bit as infatuated as he is \u2014 for which I blame him.\u201d\n\n\u201cShe entangled him,\u201d Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s no use going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia"}, {"quote": "\u201cHe thinks he\u2019s doing a very fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl\u2019s every bit as infatuated as he is \u2014 for which I blame him.\u201d", "context": "\u201d she began, out of breath as she was. \u201cIf the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I should have been with you before. Celia has doubtless told you. You will agree with me, Maggie. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cBut does he refuse to marry her?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment.\n\n\u201cHe has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations,\u201d Cousin Caroline puffed. \u201cHe thinks he\u2019s doing a very fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl\u2019s every bit as infatuated as he is \u2014 for which I blame him.\u201d\n\n\u201cShe entangled him,\u201d Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s no use going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia,\u201d said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the facts."}, {"quote": "\u201cShe entangled him,", "context": "\u201d she began, out of breath as she was. \u201cIf the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I should have been with you before. Celia has doubtless told you. You will agree with me, Maggie. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cBut does he refuse to marry her?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment.\n\n\u201cHe has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations,\u201d Cousin Caroline puffed. \u201cHe thinks he\u2019s doing a very fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl\u2019s every bit as infatuated as he is \u2014 for which I blame him.\u201d\n\n\u201cShe entangled him,\u201d Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s no use going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia,\u201d said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the facts."}, {"quote": "\u201cIt\u2019s no use going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia,", "context": "\u201d Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment.\n\n\u201cHe has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations,\u201d Cousin Caroline puffed. \u201cHe thinks he\u2019s doing a very fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl\u2019s every bit as infatuated as he is \u2014 for which I blame him.\u201d\n\n\u201cShe entangled him,\u201d Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s no use going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia,\u201d said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the facts. \u201cThe mischief\u2019s done, and very ugly mischief too. Are we to allow the third child to be born out of wedlock? (I am sorry to have to say these things before you, Katharine.) He will bear your name, Maggie \u2014 your father\u2019s name, remember.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThe mischief\u2019s done, and very ugly mischief too. Are we to allow the third child to be born out of wedlock? (I am sorry to have to say these things before you, Katharine.) He will bear your name, Maggie \u2014 your father\u2019s name, remember.\u201d", "context": "\u201d Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s no use going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia,\u201d said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the facts. \u201cThe mischief\u2019s done, and very ugly mischief too. Are we to allow the third child to be born out of wedlock? (I am sorry to have to say these things before you, Katharine.) He will bear your name, Maggie \u2014 your father\u2019s name, remember.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut let us hope it will be a girl,\u201d said Mrs. Hilbery.\n\nKatharine, who had been looking at her mother constantly, while the chatter of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s detestable \u2014 quite detestable"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut let us hope it will be a girl,", "context": "\u201d said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the facts. \u201cThe mischief\u2019s done, and very ugly mischief too. Are we to allow the third child to be born out of wedlock? (I am sorry to have to say these things before you, Katharine.) He will bear your name, Maggie \u2014 your father\u2019s name, remember.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut let us hope it will be a girl,\u201d said Mrs. Hilbery.\n\nKatharine, who had been looking at her mother constantly, while the chatter of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s detestable \u2014 quite detestable!\u201d she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured."}, {"quote": "\u201cIt\u2019s detestable \u2014 quite detestable!", "context": "\u201cThe mischief\u2019s done, and very ugly mischief too. Are we to allow the third child to be born out of wedlock? (I am sorry to have to say these things before you, Katharine.) He will bear your name, Maggie \u2014 your father\u2019s name, remember.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut let us hope it will be a girl,\u201d said Mrs. Hilbery.\n\nKatharine, who had been looking at her mother constantly, while the chatter of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s detestable \u2014 quite detestable!\u201d she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured. \u201cNowadays, people don\u2019t think so badly of these things as they used to do,\u201d she began. \u201cIt will be horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes, but if they are brave, clever children, as they will be, I dare say it\u2019ll make remarkable people of them in the end. Robert Browning used to say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it \u2014 like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King\u2019s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle"}, {"quote": "\u201cNowadays, people don\u2019t think so badly of these things as they used to do,", "context": "Katharine, who had been looking at her mother constantly, while the chatter of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s detestable \u2014 quite detestable!\u201d she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured. \u201cNowadays, people don\u2019t think so badly of these things as they used to do,\u201d she began. \u201cIt will be horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes, but if they are brave, clever children, as they will be, I dare say it\u2019ll make remarkable people of them in the end. Robert Browning used to say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it \u2014 like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King\u2019s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt will be horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes, but if they are brave, clever children, as they will be, I dare say it\u2019ll make remarkable people of them in the end. Robert Browning used to say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it \u2014 like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King\u2019s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle,", "context": "Katharine, who had been looking at her mother constantly, while the chatter of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s detestable \u2014 quite detestable!\u201d she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured. \u201cNowadays, people don\u2019t think so badly of these things as they used to do,\u201d she began. \u201cIt will be horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes, but if they are brave, clever children, as they will be, I dare say it\u2019ll make remarkable people of them in the end. Robert Browning used to say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it \u2014 like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King\u2019s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle,\u201d she concluded.\n\n\u201cI\u2019m afraid I take a very different view of principle,\u201d Cousin Caroline remarked tartly.\n\n\u201cPrinciple!\u201d Aunt Celia repeated, with an air of deprecating such a word in such a connection. \u201cI will go to-morrow and see him,\u201d she added.\n\n\u201cBut why should you take these disagreeable things upon yourself, Celia?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery interposed, and Cousin Caroline thereupon protested with some further plan involving sacrifice of herself.\n\nGrowing weary of it all, Katharine turned to the window, and stood among the folds of the curtain, pressing close to the window-pane, and gazing disconsolately at the river much in the attitude of a child depressed by the meaningless talk of its elders. She was much disappointed in her mother \u2014 and in herself too. The little tug which she gave to the blind, letting it fly up to the top with a snap, signified her annoyance. She was very angry, and yet impotent to give expression to her anger, or know with whom she was angry. How they talked and moralized and made up stories to suit their own version of the becoming, and secretly praised their own devotion and tact! No; they had their dwelling in a mist, she decided; hundreds of miles away \u2014 away from what?"}, {"quote": "\u201cI\u2019m afraid I take a very different view of principle,", "context": "\u201cIt will be horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes, but if they are brave, clever children, as they will be, I dare say it\u2019ll make remarkable people of them in the end. Robert Browning used to say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it \u2014 like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King\u2019s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle,\u201d she concluded.\n\n\u201cI\u2019m afraid I take a very different view of principle,\u201d Cousin Caroline remarked tartly.\n\n\u201cPrinciple!\u201d Aunt Celia repeated, with an air of deprecating such a word in such a connection. \u201cI will go to-morrow and see him,\u201d she added.\n\n\u201cBut why should you take these disagreeable things upon yourself, Celia?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery interposed, and Cousin Caroline thereupon protested with some further plan involving sacrifice of herself.\n\nGrowing weary of it all, Katharine turned to the window, and stood among the folds of the curtain, pressing close to the window-pane, and gazing disconsolately at the river much in the attitude of a child depressed by the meaningless talk of its elders. She was much disappointed in her mother \u2014 and in herself too. The little tug which she gave to the blind, letting it fly up to the top with a snap, signified her annoyance. She was very angry, and yet impotent to give expression to her anger, or know with whom she was angry. How they talked and moralized and made up stories to suit their own version of the becoming, and secretly praised their own devotion and tact! No; they had their dwelling in a mist, she decided; hundreds of miles away \u2014 away from what?"}, {"quote": "\u201cI will go to-morrow and see him,", "context": "\u201cIt will be horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes, but if they are brave, clever children, as they will be, I dare say it\u2019ll make remarkable people of them in the end. Robert Browning used to say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it \u2014 like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King\u2019s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle,\u201d she concluded.\n\n\u201cI\u2019m afraid I take a very different view of principle,\u201d Cousin Caroline remarked tartly.\n\n\u201cPrinciple!\u201d Aunt Celia repeated, with an air of deprecating such a word in such a connection. \u201cI will go to-morrow and see him,\u201d she added.\n\n\u201cBut why should you take these disagreeable things upon yourself, Celia?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery interposed, and Cousin Caroline thereupon protested with some further plan involving sacrifice of herself.\n\nGrowing weary of it all, Katharine turned to the window, and stood among the folds of the curtain, pressing close to the window-pane, and gazing disconsolately at the river much in the attitude of a child depressed by the meaningless talk of its elders. She was much disappointed in her mother \u2014 and in herself too. The little tug which she gave to the blind, letting it fly up to the top with a snap, signified her annoyance. She was very angry, and yet impotent to give expression to her anger, or know with whom she was angry. How they talked and moralized and made up stories to suit their own version of the becoming, and secretly praised their own devotion and tact! No; they had their dwelling in a mist, she decided; hundreds of miles away \u2014 away from what?"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut why should you take these disagreeable things upon yourself, Celia?", "context": "\u201cIt will be horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes, but if they are brave, clever children, as they will be, I dare say it\u2019ll make remarkable people of them in the end. Robert Browning used to say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it \u2014 like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King\u2019s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle,\u201d she concluded.\n\n\u201cI\u2019m afraid I take a very different view of principle,\u201d Cousin Caroline remarked tartly.\n\n\u201cPrinciple!\u201d Aunt Celia repeated, with an air of deprecating such a word in such a connection. \u201cI will go to-morrow and see him,\u201d she added.\n\n\u201cBut why should you take these disagreeable things upon yourself, Celia?\u201d Mrs. Hilbery interposed, and Cousin Caroline thereupon protested with some further plan involving sacrifice of herself.\n\nGrowing weary of it all, Katharine turned to the window, and stood among the folds of the curtain, pressing close to the window-pane, and gazing disconsolately at the river much in the attitude of a child depressed by the meaningless talk of its elders. She was much disappointed in her mother \u2014 and in herself too. The little tug which she gave to the blind, letting it fly up to the top with a snap, signified her annoyance. She was very angry, and yet impotent to give expression to her anger, or know with whom she was angry. How they talked and moralized and made up stories to suit their own version of the becoming, and secretly praised their own devotion and tact! No; they had their dwelling in a mist, she decided; hundreds of miles away \u2014 away from what?"}, {"quote": "\u201cPerhaps it would be better if I married William,", "context": "Growing weary of it all, Katharine turned to the window, and stood among the folds of the curtain, pressing close to the window-pane, and gazing disconsolately at the river much in the attitude of a child depressed by the meaningless talk of its elders. She was much disappointed in her mother \u2014 and in herself too. The little tug which she gave to the blind, letting it fly up to the top with a snap, signified her annoyance. She was very angry, and yet impotent to give expression to her anger, or know with whom she was angry. How they talked and moralized and made up stories to suit their own version of the becoming, and secretly praised their own devotion and tact! No; they had their dwelling in a mist, she decided; hundreds of miles away \u2014 away from what? \u201cPerhaps it would be better if I married William,\u201d she thought suddenly, and the thought appeared to loom through the mist like solid ground. She stood there, thinking of her own destiny, and the elder ladies talked on, until they had talked themselves into a decision to ask the young woman to luncheon, and tell her, very friendlily, how such behavior appeared to women like themselves, who knew the world. And then Mrs. Hilbery was struck by a better idea.\n\nCHAPTER X\n\nMessrs. Grateley and Hooper, the solicitors in whose firm Ralph Denham was clerk, had their office in Lincoln\u2019s Inn Fields, and there Ralph Denham appeared every morning very punctually at ten o\u2019clock. His punctuality, together with other qualities, marked him out among the clerks for success, and indeed it would have been safe to wager that in ten years\u2019 time or so one would find him at the head of his profession, had it not been for a peculiarity which sometimes seemed to make everything about him uncertain and perilous. His sister Joan had already been disturbed by his love of gambling with his savings. Scrutinizing him constantly with the eye of affection, she had become aware of a curious perversity in his temperament which caused her much anxiety, and would have caused her still more if she had not recognized the germs of it in her own nature. She could fancy Ralph suddenly sacrificing his entire career for some fantastic imagination; some cause or idea or even (so her fancy ran) for some woman seen from a railway train, hanging up clothes in a back yard. When he had found this beauty or this cause, no force, she knew, would avail to restrain him from pursuit of it. She suspected the East also, and always fidgeted herself when she saw him with a book of Indian travels in his hand, as though he were sucking contagion from the page. On the other hand, no common love affair, had there been such a thing, would have caused her a moment\u2019s uneasiness where Ralph was concerned. He was destined in her fancy for something splendid in the way of success or failure, she knew not which."}, {"quote": "\"I'm ready to report for degree-of-completion credit that the mining properties on Xosa II are prepared as of today to deliver pig iron, cobalt, zirconium and beryllium in commercial quantities! We require one day's notice to begin delivery of metal other than iron at the moment, because we're short of equipment, but we can furnish chromium and manganese on two days' notice -- the deposits are farther away.\"", "context": "And Dr. Chuka beamed and slapped his sweating thighs, and Bordman went out in a caterwheel truck, wearing a heat-suit, to watch it for all of twenty minutes. When he got back to the Project Engineer's office he gulped iced salt water and dug out the books he'd brought down from the ship. There was the specbook for Xosa II, and there were the other volumes of definitions issued by the Colonial Survey. They were definitions of the exact meanings of terms used in briefer specifications, for items of equipment sometimes ordered by the Colony Office.\n\n* * * * *\n\nWhen Chuka came into the office, presently, he carried the first crude pig of Xosa II iron in his gloved hand. He gloated. Bordman was then absent, and Ralph Redfeather worked feverishly at his desk.\n\n\"Where's Bordman?\" demanded Chuka in that resonant bass voice of his. \"I'm ready to report for degree-of-completion credit that the mining properties on Xosa II are prepared as of today to deliver pig iron, cobalt, zirconium and beryllium in commercial quantities! We require one day's notice to begin delivery of metal other than iron at the moment, because we're short of equipment, but we can furnish chromium and manganese on two days' notice -- the deposits are farther away.\"\n\nHe dumped the pig of metal on the second desk, where Aletha sat with her perpetual loose-leafed volumes before her. The metal smoked and began to char the desk-top. He picked it up again and tossed it from one gloved hand to the other.\n\n\"There y'are, Ralph!\" he boasted. \"You Indians go after your coups! Match this coup for me! Without fuel and minus all equipment except of our own making -- I credit an assist on the mirror, but that's all -- we're set to load the first ship that comes in for cargo! Now what are you going to do for the record? I think we've wiped your eye for you!\""}, {"quote": "\"You Indians go after your coups! Match this coup for me! Without fuel and minus all equipment except of our own making -- I credit an assist on the mirror, but that's all -- we're set to load the first ship that comes in for cargo! Now what are you going to do for the record? I think we've wiped your eye for you!\"", "context": "\"I'm ready to report for degree-of-completion credit that the mining properties on Xosa II are prepared as of today to deliver pig iron, cobalt, zirconium and beryllium in commercial quantities! We require one day's notice to begin delivery of metal other than iron at the moment, because we're short of equipment, but we can furnish chromium and manganese on two days' notice -- the deposits are farther away.\"\n\nHe dumped the pig of metal on the second desk, where Aletha sat with her perpetual loose-leafed volumes before her. The metal smoked and began to char the desk-top. He picked it up again and tossed it from one gloved hand to the other.\n\n\"There y'are, Ralph!\" he boasted. \"You Indians go after your coups! Match this coup for me! Without fuel and minus all equipment except of our own making -- I credit an assist on the mirror, but that's all -- we're set to load the first ship that comes in for cargo! Now what are you going to do for the record? I think we've wiped your eye for you!\"\n\nRalph hardly looked up. His eyes were very bright. Bordman had shown him and he was copying feverishly the figures and formulae from a section of the definition book of the Colonial Survey. The books started with the specifications for antibiotic growth equipment for colonies with problems in local bacteria. It ended with definitions of the required strength-of-material and the designs stipulated for cages in zoos for motile fauna, subdivided into flying, marine, and solid-ground creatures: sub-sub-divided into carnivores, herbivores, and omnivores, with the special specifications for enclosures to contain abyssal creatures requiring extreme pressures, and the equipment for maintaining a healthfully re-poisoned atmosphere for creatures from methane planets."}, {"quote": "\"Landing Grids, Lightest Emergency, Commerce Refuges, For Use Of.", "context": "Ralph hardly looked up. His eyes were very bright. Bordman had shown him and he was copying feverishly the figures and formulae from a section of the definition book of the Colonial Survey. The books started with the specifications for antibiotic growth equipment for colonies with problems in local bacteria. It ended with definitions of the required strength-of-material and the designs stipulated for cages in zoos for motile fauna, subdivided into flying, marine, and solid-ground creatures: sub-sub-divided into carnivores, herbivores, and omnivores, with the special specifications for enclosures to contain abyssal creatures requiring extreme pressures, and the equipment for maintaining a healthfully re-poisoned atmosphere for creatures from methane planets.\n\nRedfeather had the third volume open at, \"Landing Grids, Lightest Emergency, Commerce Refuges, For Use Of.\" There were some dozens of non-colonized planets along the most-traveled spaceways on which refuges for shipwrecked spacemen were maintained. Small forces of Patrol personnel manned them. Space lifeboats serviced them. They had the minimum installations which could draw on their planets' ionospheres for power, and they were not expected to handle anything bigger than a twenty-ton lifeboat. But the specifications for the equipment of such refuges were included in the reference volumes for Bordman's use in the making of Colonial surveys. They were compiled for the information of contractors who wanted to bid on Colonial Survey installations, and for the guidance of people like Bordman who checked up on the work. So they contained all the data for the building of a landing grid, lightest emergency, commerce refuge for use of, in case of need. Redfeather copied feverishly."}, {"quote": "\"I know we're stuck, Ralph,", "context": "\" There were some dozens of non-colonized planets along the most-traveled spaceways on which refuges for shipwrecked spacemen were maintained. Small forces of Patrol personnel manned them. Space lifeboats serviced them. They had the minimum installations which could draw on their planets' ionospheres for power, and they were not expected to handle anything bigger than a twenty-ton lifeboat. But the specifications for the equipment of such refuges were included in the reference volumes for Bordman's use in the making of Colonial surveys. They were compiled for the information of contractors who wanted to bid on Colonial Survey installations, and for the guidance of people like Bordman who checked up on the work. So they contained all the data for the building of a landing grid, lightest emergency, commerce refuge for use of, in case of need. Redfeather copied feverishly.\n\nChuka ceased his boasting, but still he grinned.\n\n\"I know we're stuck, Ralph,\" he said amiably, \"but it's nice stuff to go in the records. Too bad we don't keep coup-records like you Indians!\"\n\nAletha's cousin -- Project Engineer -- said crisply:\n\n\"Go away! Who made your solar mirror? It was more than an assist! You get set to cast beams for us! Girders! I'm going to get a lifeboat aloft and away to Trent! Build a minimum size landing grid! Build a fire under somebody so they'll send us a colony ship with supplies! If there's no new sandstorm to bury the radiation refrigerators Bordman brought to mind, we can keep alive with hydroponics until a ship can arrive with something useful!\""}, {"quote": "\"but it's nice stuff to go in the records. Too bad we don't keep coup-records like you Indians!\"", "context": "\" There were some dozens of non-colonized planets along the most-traveled spaceways on which refuges for shipwrecked spacemen were maintained. Small forces of Patrol personnel manned them. Space lifeboats serviced them. They had the minimum installations which could draw on their planets' ionospheres for power, and they were not expected to handle anything bigger than a twenty-ton lifeboat. But the specifications for the equipment of such refuges were included in the reference volumes for Bordman's use in the making of Colonial surveys. They were compiled for the information of contractors who wanted to bid on Colonial Survey installations, and for the guidance of people like Bordman who checked up on the work. So they contained all the data for the building of a landing grid, lightest emergency, commerce refuge for use of, in case of need. Redfeather copied feverishly.\n\nChuka ceased his boasting, but still he grinned.\n\n\"I know we're stuck, Ralph,\" he said amiably, \"but it's nice stuff to go in the records. Too bad we don't keep coup-records like you Indians!\"\n\nAletha's cousin -- Project Engineer -- said crisply:\n\n\"Go away! Who made your solar mirror? It was more than an assist! You get set to cast beams for us! Girders! I'm going to get a lifeboat aloft and away to Trent! Build a minimum size landing grid! Build a fire under somebody so they'll send us a colony ship with supplies! If there's no new sandstorm to bury the radiation refrigerators Bordman brought to mind, we can keep alive with hydroponics until a ship can arrive with something useful!\""}, {"quote": "\"Go away! Who made your solar mirror? It was more than an assist! You get set to cast beams for us! Girders! I'm going to get a lifeboat aloft and away to Trent! Build a minimum size landing grid! Build a fire under somebody so they'll send us a colony ship with supplies! If there's no new sandstorm to bury the radiation refrigerators Bordman brought to mind, we can keep alive with hydroponics until a ship can arrive with something useful!\"", "context": "\" There were some dozens of non-colonized planets along the most-traveled spaceways on which refuges for shipwrecked spacemen were maintained. Small forces of Patrol personnel manned them. Space lifeboats serviced them. They had the minimum installations which could draw on their planets' ionospheres for power, and they were not expected to handle anything bigger than a twenty-ton lifeboat. But the specifications for the equipment of such refuges were included in the reference volumes for Bordman's use in the making of Colonial surveys. They were compiled for the information of contractors who wanted to bid on Colonial Survey installations, and for the guidance of people like Bordman who checked up on the work. So they contained all the data for the building of a landing grid, lightest emergency, commerce refuge for use of, in case of need. Redfeather copied feverishly.\n\nChuka ceased his boasting, but still he grinned.\n\n\"I know we're stuck, Ralph,\" he said amiably, \"but it's nice stuff to go in the records. Too bad we don't keep coup-records like you Indians!\"\n\nAletha's cousin -- Project Engineer -- said crisply:\n\n\"Go away! Who made your solar mirror? It was more than an assist! You get set to cast beams for us! Girders! I'm going to get a lifeboat aloft and away to Trent! Build a minimum size landing grid! Build a fire under somebody so they'll send us a colony ship with supplies! If there's no new sandstorm to bury the radiation refrigerators Bordman brought to mind, we can keep alive with hydroponics until a ship can arrive with something useful!\"\n\nChuka stared.\n\n\"You don't mean we might actually live through this! Really?\"\n\nAletha regarded the two of them with impartial irony.\n\n\"Dr. Chuka,\" she said gently, \"you accomplished the impossible. Ralph, here, is planning to attempt the preposterous. Does it occur to you that Mr. Bordman is nagging himself to achieve the inconceivable? It is inconceivable, even to him, but he's trying to do it!\"\n\n\"What's he trying to do"}, {"quote": "\"You don't mean we might actually live through this! Really?\"", "context": "\"Go away! Who made your solar mirror? It was more than an assist! You get set to cast beams for us! Girders! I'm going to get a lifeboat aloft and away to Trent! Build a minimum size landing grid! Build a fire under somebody so they'll send us a colony ship with supplies! If there's no new sandstorm to bury the radiation refrigerators Bordman brought to mind, we can keep alive with hydroponics until a ship can arrive with something useful!\"\n\nChuka stared.\n\n\"You don't mean we might actually live through this! Really?\"\n\nAletha regarded the two of them with impartial irony.\n\n\"Dr. Chuka,\" she said gently, \"you accomplished the impossible. Ralph, here, is planning to attempt the preposterous. Does it occur to you that Mr. Bordman is nagging himself to achieve the inconceivable? It is inconceivable, even to him, but he's trying to do it!\"\n\n\"What's he trying to do?\" demanded Chuka, wary but amused.\n\n\"He's trying,\" said Aletha,"}, {"quote": "\"Dr. Chuka,", "context": "\"Go away! Who made your solar mirror? It was more than an assist! You get set to cast beams for us! Girders! I'm going to get a lifeboat aloft and away to Trent! Build a minimum size landing grid! Build a fire under somebody so they'll send us a colony ship with supplies! If there's no new sandstorm to bury the radiation refrigerators Bordman brought to mind, we can keep alive with hydroponics until a ship can arrive with something useful!\"\n\nChuka stared.\n\n\"You don't mean we might actually live through this! Really?\"\n\nAletha regarded the two of them with impartial irony.\n\n\"Dr. Chuka,\" she said gently, \"you accomplished the impossible. Ralph, here, is planning to attempt the preposterous. Does it occur to you that Mr. Bordman is nagging himself to achieve the inconceivable? It is inconceivable, even to him, but he's trying to do it!\"\n\n\"What's he trying to do?\" demanded Chuka, wary but amused.\n\n\"He's trying,\" said Aletha, \"to prove to himself that he's the best man on this planet. Because he's physically least capable of living here! His vanity's hurt. Don't underestimate him!\""}, {"quote": "\"you accomplished the impossible. Ralph, here, is planning to attempt the preposterous. Does it occur to you that Mr. Bordman is nagging himself to achieve the inconceivable? It is inconceivable, even to him, but he's trying to do it!\"", "context": "\"Go away! Who made your solar mirror? It was more than an assist! You get set to cast beams for us! Girders! I'm going to get a lifeboat aloft and away to Trent! Build a minimum size landing grid! Build a fire under somebody so they'll send us a colony ship with supplies! If there's no new sandstorm to bury the radiation refrigerators Bordman brought to mind, we can keep alive with hydroponics until a ship can arrive with something useful!\"\n\nChuka stared.\n\n\"You don't mean we might actually live through this! Really?\"\n\nAletha regarded the two of them with impartial irony.\n\n\"Dr. Chuka,\" she said gently, \"you accomplished the impossible. Ralph, here, is planning to attempt the preposterous. Does it occur to you that Mr. Bordman is nagging himself to achieve the inconceivable? It is inconceivable, even to him, but he's trying to do it!\"\n\n\"What's he trying to do?\" demanded Chuka, wary but amused.\n\n\"He's trying,\" said Aletha, \"to prove to himself that he's the best man on this planet. Because he's physically least capable of living here! His vanity's hurt. Don't underestimate him!\"\n\n\"He the best man here?\" demanded Chuka blankly. \"In his way he's all right. The refrigeration proves that! But he can't walk out-of-doors without a heat-suit!\"\n\nRalph Redfeather said dryly, without ceasing his feverish work:"}, {"quote": "\"What's he trying to do?", "context": "\"Go away! Who made your solar mirror? It was more than an assist! You get set to cast beams for us! Girders! I'm going to get a lifeboat aloft and away to Trent! Build a minimum size landing grid! Build a fire under somebody so they'll send us a colony ship with supplies! If there's no new sandstorm to bury the radiation refrigerators Bordman brought to mind, we can keep alive with hydroponics until a ship can arrive with something useful!\"\n\nChuka stared.\n\n\"You don't mean we might actually live through this! Really?\"\n\nAletha regarded the two of them with impartial irony.\n\n\"Dr. Chuka,\" she said gently, \"you accomplished the impossible. Ralph, here, is planning to attempt the preposterous. Does it occur to you that Mr. Bordman is nagging himself to achieve the inconceivable? It is inconceivable, even to him, but he's trying to do it!\"\n\n\"What's he trying to do?\" demanded Chuka, wary but amused.\n\n\"He's trying,\" said Aletha, \"to prove to himself that he's the best man on this planet. Because he's physically least capable of living here! His vanity's hurt. Don't underestimate him!\"\n\n\"He the best man here?\" demanded Chuka blankly. \"In his way he's all right. The refrigeration proves that! But he can't walk out-of-doors without a heat-suit!\"\n\nRalph Redfeather said dryly, without ceasing his feverish work:"}, {"quote": "\"to prove to himself that he's the best man on this planet. Because he's physically least capable of living here! His vanity's hurt. Don't underestimate him!\"", "context": "Aletha regarded the two of them with impartial irony.\n\n\"Dr. Chuka,\" she said gently, \"you accomplished the impossible. Ralph, here, is planning to attempt the preposterous. Does it occur to you that Mr. Bordman is nagging himself to achieve the inconceivable? It is inconceivable, even to him, but he's trying to do it!\"\n\n\"What's he trying to do?\" demanded Chuka, wary but amused.\n\n\"He's trying,\" said Aletha, \"to prove to himself that he's the best man on this planet. Because he's physically least capable of living here! His vanity's hurt. Don't underestimate him!\"\n\n\"He the best man here?\" demanded Chuka blankly. \"In his way he's all right. The refrigeration proves that! But he can't walk out-of-doors without a heat-suit!\"\n\nRalph Redfeather said dryly, without ceasing his feverish work:\n\n\"Nonsense, Aletha. He has courage. I give him that. But he couldn't walk a beam twelve hundred feet up. In his own way, yes. He's capable. But the best man -- -- \""}, {"quote": "\"He the best man here?", "context": "\"you accomplished the impossible. Ralph, here, is planning to attempt the preposterous. Does it occur to you that Mr. Bordman is nagging himself to achieve the inconceivable? It is inconceivable, even to him, but he's trying to do it!\"\n\n\"What's he trying to do?\" demanded Chuka, wary but amused.\n\n\"He's trying,\" said Aletha, \"to prove to himself that he's the best man on this planet. Because he's physically least capable of living here! His vanity's hurt. Don't underestimate him!\"\n\n\"He the best man here?\" demanded Chuka blankly. \"In his way he's all right. The refrigeration proves that! But he can't walk out-of-doors without a heat-suit!\"\n\nRalph Redfeather said dryly, without ceasing his feverish work:\n\n\"Nonsense, Aletha. He has courage. I give him that. But he couldn't walk a beam twelve hundred feet up. In his own way, yes. He's capable. But the best man -- -- \"\n\n\"I'm sure,\" agreed Aletha, \"that he couldn't sing as well as the worst of your singing crew, Dr. Chuka, and any Amerind could outrun him. Even I could! But he's got something we haven't got, just as we have qualities he hasn't. We're secure in our competences. We know what we can do, and that we can do it better than any -- \" her eyes twinkled --"}, {"quote": "\"In his way he's all right. The refrigeration proves that! But he can't walk out-of-doors without a heat-suit!\"", "context": "\"you accomplished the impossible. Ralph, here, is planning to attempt the preposterous. Does it occur to you that Mr. Bordman is nagging himself to achieve the inconceivable? It is inconceivable, even to him, but he's trying to do it!\"\n\n\"What's he trying to do?\" demanded Chuka, wary but amused.\n\n\"He's trying,\" said Aletha, \"to prove to himself that he's the best man on this planet. Because he's physically least capable of living here! His vanity's hurt. Don't underestimate him!\"\n\n\"He the best man here?\" demanded Chuka blankly. \"In his way he's all right. The refrigeration proves that! But he can't walk out-of-doors without a heat-suit!\"\n\nRalph Redfeather said dryly, without ceasing his feverish work:\n\n\"Nonsense, Aletha. He has courage. I give him that. But he couldn't walk a beam twelve hundred feet up. In his own way, yes. He's capable. But the best man -- -- \"\n\n\"I'm sure,\" agreed Aletha, \"that he couldn't sing as well as the worst of your singing crew, Dr. Chuka, and any Amerind could outrun him. Even I could! But he's got something we haven't got, just as we have qualities he hasn't. We're secure in our competences. We know what we can do, and that we can do it better than any -- \" her eyes twinkled --"}, {"quote": "\"paleface. But he doubts himself. All the time and in every way. And that's why he may be the best man on this planet! I'll bet he does prove it!\"", "context": "\"Nonsense, Aletha. He has courage. I give him that. But he couldn't walk a beam twelve hundred feet up. In his own way, yes. He's capable. But the best man -- -- \"\n\n\"I'm sure,\" agreed Aletha, \"that he couldn't sing as well as the worst of your singing crew, Dr. Chuka, and any Amerind could outrun him. Even I could! But he's got something we haven't got, just as we have qualities he hasn't. We're secure in our competences. We know what we can do, and that we can do it better than any -- \" her eyes twinkled -- \"paleface. But he doubts himself. All the time and in every way. And that's why he may be the best man on this planet! I'll bet he does prove it!\"\n\nRedfeather said scornfully:\n\n\"You suggested radiation refrigeration! What does it prove that he applied it?\"\n\n\"That,\" said Aletha, \"he couldn't face the disaster that was here without trying to do something about it -- even when it was impossible. He couldn't face the deadly facts. He had to torment himself by seeing that they wouldn't be deadly if only this one or that or the other were twisted a little. His vanity was hurt because nature had beaten men. His dignity was offended. And a man with easily-hurt dignity won't ever be happy, but he can be pretty good!\""}, {"quote": "\"You suggested radiation refrigeration! What does it prove that he applied it?\"", "context": "\"I'm sure,\" agreed Aletha, \"that he couldn't sing as well as the worst of your singing crew, Dr. Chuka, and any Amerind could outrun him. Even I could! But he's got something we haven't got, just as we have qualities he hasn't. We're secure in our competences. We know what we can do, and that we can do it better than any -- \" her eyes twinkled -- \"paleface. But he doubts himself. All the time and in every way. And that's why he may be the best man on this planet! I'll bet he does prove it!\"\n\nRedfeather said scornfully:\n\n\"You suggested radiation refrigeration! What does it prove that he applied it?\"\n\n\"That,\" said Aletha, \"he couldn't face the disaster that was here without trying to do something about it -- even when it was impossible. He couldn't face the deadly facts. He had to torment himself by seeing that they wouldn't be deadly if only this one or that or the other were twisted a little. His vanity was hurt because nature had beaten men. His dignity was offended. And a man with easily-hurt dignity won't ever be happy, but he can be pretty good!\""}, {"quote": "\"he couldn't face the disaster that was here without trying to do something about it -- even when it was impossible. He couldn't face the deadly facts. He had to torment himself by seeing that they wouldn't be deadly if only this one or that or the other were twisted a little. His vanity was hurt because nature had beaten men. His dignity was offended. And a man with easily-hurt dignity won't ever be happy, but he can be pretty good!\"", "context": "\"I'm sure,\" agreed Aletha, \"that he couldn't sing as well as the worst of your singing crew, Dr. Chuka, and any Amerind could outrun him. Even I could! But he's got something we haven't got, just as we have qualities he hasn't. We're secure in our competences. We know what we can do, and that we can do it better than any -- \" her eyes twinkled -- \"paleface. But he doubts himself. All the time and in every way. And that's why he may be the best man on this planet! I'll bet he does prove it!\"\n\nRedfeather said scornfully:\n\n\"You suggested radiation refrigeration! What does it prove that he applied it?\"\n\n\"That,\" said Aletha, \"he couldn't face the disaster that was here without trying to do something about it -- even when it was impossible. He couldn't face the deadly facts. He had to torment himself by seeing that they wouldn't be deadly if only this one or that or the other were twisted a little. His vanity was hurt because nature had beaten men. His dignity was offended. And a man with easily-hurt dignity won't ever be happy, but he can be pretty good!\"\n\nChuka raised his ebony bulk from the chair in which he still shifted the iron pig from gloved hand to gloved hand.\n\n\"You're kind,\" he said, chuckling. \"Too kind! I don't want to hurt his feelings. I wouldn't, for the world! But really ... I've never heard a man praised for his vanity before, or admired for being touchy about his dignity! If you're right ... why ... it's been convenient. It might even mean hope. But ... hm-m-m -- -- Would you want to marry a man like that?\""}, {"quote": "\"You're kind,", "context": "\"he couldn't face the disaster that was here without trying to do something about it -- even when it was impossible. He couldn't face the deadly facts. He had to torment himself by seeing that they wouldn't be deadly if only this one or that or the other were twisted a little. His vanity was hurt because nature had beaten men. His dignity was offended. And a man with easily-hurt dignity won't ever be happy, but he can be pretty good!\"\n\nChuka raised his ebony bulk from the chair in which he still shifted the iron pig from gloved hand to gloved hand.\n\n\"You're kind,\" he said, chuckling. \"Too kind! I don't want to hurt his feelings. I wouldn't, for the world! But really ... I've never heard a man praised for his vanity before, or admired for being touchy about his dignity! If you're right ... why ... it's been convenient. It might even mean hope. But ... hm-m-m -- -- Would you want to marry a man like that?\"\n\n\"Great Manitou forbid!\" said Aletha firmly. She grimaced at the bare idea."}, {"quote": "\"Too kind! I don't want to hurt his feelings. I wouldn't, for the world! But really ... I've never heard a man praised for his vanity before, or admired for being touchy about his dignity! If you're right ... why ... it's been convenient. It might even mean hope. But ... hm-m-m -- -- Would you want to marry a man like that?\"", "context": "\"he couldn't face the disaster that was here without trying to do something about it -- even when it was impossible. He couldn't face the deadly facts. He had to torment himself by seeing that they wouldn't be deadly if only this one or that or the other were twisted a little. His vanity was hurt because nature had beaten men. His dignity was offended. And a man with easily-hurt dignity won't ever be happy, but he can be pretty good!\"\n\nChuka raised his ebony bulk from the chair in which he still shifted the iron pig from gloved hand to gloved hand.\n\n\"You're kind,\" he said, chuckling. \"Too kind! I don't want to hurt his feelings. I wouldn't, for the world! But really ... I've never heard a man praised for his vanity before, or admired for being touchy about his dignity! If you're right ... why ... it's been convenient. It might even mean hope. But ... hm-m-m -- -- Would you want to marry a man like that?\"\n\n\"Great Manitou forbid!\" said Aletha firmly. She grimaced at the bare idea. \"I'm an Amerind. I'll want my husband to be contented. I want to be contented along with him. Mr. Bordman will never be either happy or content. No paleface husband for me! But I don't think he's through here yet. Sending for help won't satisfy him. It's a further hurt to his vanity. He'll be miserable if he doesn't prove himself -- to himself -- a better man than that!\""}, {"quote": "\"Great Manitou forbid!", "context": "Chuka raised his ebony bulk from the chair in which he still shifted the iron pig from gloved hand to gloved hand.\n\n\"You're kind,\" he said, chuckling. \"Too kind! I don't want to hurt his feelings. I wouldn't, for the world! But really ... I've never heard a man praised for his vanity before, or admired for being touchy about his dignity! If you're right ... why ... it's been convenient. It might even mean hope. But ... hm-m-m -- -- Would you want to marry a man like that?\"\n\n\"Great Manitou forbid!\" said Aletha firmly. She grimaced at the bare idea. \"I'm an Amerind. I'll want my husband to be contented. I want to be contented along with him. Mr. Bordman will never be either happy or content. No paleface husband for me! But I don't think he's through here yet. Sending for help won't satisfy him. It's a further hurt to his vanity. He'll be miserable if he doesn't prove himself -- to himself -- a better man than that!\""}, {"quote": "\"I'm an Amerind. I'll want my husband to be contented. I want to be contented along with him. Mr. Bordman will never be either happy or content. No paleface husband for me! But I don't think he's through here yet. Sending for help won't satisfy him. It's a further hurt to his vanity. He'll be miserable if he doesn't prove himself -- to himself -- a better man than that!\"", "context": "\"Too kind! I don't want to hurt his feelings. I wouldn't, for the world! But really ... I've never heard a man praised for his vanity before, or admired for being touchy about his dignity! If you're right ... why ... it's been convenient. It might even mean hope. But ... hm-m-m -- -- Would you want to marry a man like that?\"\n\n\"Great Manitou forbid!\" said Aletha firmly. She grimaced at the bare idea. \"I'm an Amerind. I'll want my husband to be contented. I want to be contented along with him. Mr. Bordman will never be either happy or content. No paleface husband for me! But I don't think he's through here yet. Sending for help won't satisfy him. It's a further hurt to his vanity. He'll be miserable if he doesn't prove himself -- to himself -- a better man than that!\"\n\nChuka shrugged his massive shoulders. Redfeather tracked down the last item he needed and fairly bounced to his feet.\n\n\"What tonnage of iron can you get out, Chuka?\" he demanded. \"What can you do in the way of castings? What's the elastic modulus -- how much carbon in this iron? And when can you start making castings? Big ones?\"\n\n\"Let's go talk to my foremen,\" said Chuka complacently. \"We'll see how fast my ... ah ... mineral spring is trickling metal down the cliff-face. If you can really launch a lifeboat, we might get some help here in a year and a half instead of five -- -- \""}, {"quote": "\"What tonnage of iron can you get out, Chuka?", "context": "\"I'm an Amerind. I'll want my husband to be contented. I want to be contented along with him. Mr. Bordman will never be either happy or content. No paleface husband for me! But I don't think he's through here yet. Sending for help won't satisfy him. It's a further hurt to his vanity. He'll be miserable if he doesn't prove himself -- to himself -- a better man than that!\"\n\nChuka shrugged his massive shoulders. Redfeather tracked down the last item he needed and fairly bounced to his feet.\n\n\"What tonnage of iron can you get out, Chuka?\" he demanded. \"What can you do in the way of castings? What's the elastic modulus -- how much carbon in this iron? And when can you start making castings? Big ones?\"\n\n\"Let's go talk to my foremen,\" said Chuka complacently. \"We'll see how fast my ... ah ... mineral spring is trickling metal down the cliff-face. If you can really launch a lifeboat, we might get some help here in a year and a half instead of five -- -- \""}, {"quote": "\"What can you do in the way of castings? What's the elastic modulus -- how much carbon in this iron? And when can you start making castings? Big ones?\"", "context": "\"I'm an Amerind. I'll want my husband to be contented. I want to be contented along with him. Mr. Bordman will never be either happy or content. No paleface husband for me! But I don't think he's through here yet. Sending for help won't satisfy him. It's a further hurt to his vanity. He'll be miserable if he doesn't prove himself -- to himself -- a better man than that!\"\n\nChuka shrugged his massive shoulders. Redfeather tracked down the last item he needed and fairly bounced to his feet.\n\n\"What tonnage of iron can you get out, Chuka?\" he demanded. \"What can you do in the way of castings? What's the elastic modulus -- how much carbon in this iron? And when can you start making castings? Big ones?\"\n\n\"Let's go talk to my foremen,\" said Chuka complacently. \"We'll see how fast my ... ah ... mineral spring is trickling metal down the cliff-face. If you can really launch a lifeboat, we might get some help here in a year and a half instead of five -- -- \"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThey went out-of-doors together. There was a small sound in the next office. Aletha was suddenly very, very still. She sat motionless for a long half-minute. Then she turned her head."}, {"quote": "\"Let's go talk to my foremen,", "context": "\"I'm an Amerind. I'll want my husband to be contented. I want to be contented along with him. Mr. Bordman will never be either happy or content. No paleface husband for me! But I don't think he's through here yet. Sending for help won't satisfy him. It's a further hurt to his vanity. He'll be miserable if he doesn't prove himself -- to himself -- a better man than that!\"\n\nChuka shrugged his massive shoulders. Redfeather tracked down the last item he needed and fairly bounced to his feet.\n\n\"What tonnage of iron can you get out, Chuka?\" he demanded. \"What can you do in the way of castings? What's the elastic modulus -- how much carbon in this iron? And when can you start making castings? Big ones?\"\n\n\"Let's go talk to my foremen,\" said Chuka complacently. \"We'll see how fast my ... ah ... mineral spring is trickling metal down the cliff-face. If you can really launch a lifeboat, we might get some help here in a year and a half instead of five -- -- \"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThey went out-of-doors together. There was a small sound in the next office. Aletha was suddenly very, very still. She sat motionless for a long half-minute. Then she turned her head."}, {"quote": "\"I owe you an apology, Mr. Bordman,", "context": "\" said Chuka complacently. \"We'll see how fast my ... ah ... mineral spring is trickling metal down the cliff-face. If you can really launch a lifeboat, we might get some help here in a year and a half instead of five -- -- \"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThey went out-of-doors together. There was a small sound in the next office. Aletha was suddenly very, very still. She sat motionless for a long half-minute. Then she turned her head.\n\n\"I owe you an apology, Mr. Bordman,\" she said ruefully. \"It won't take back the discourtesy, but -- I'm very sorry.\"\n\nBordman came into the office from the next room. He was rather pale. He said wryly:\n\n\"Eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves, eh? Actually I was on the way in here when I heard -- references to myself it would embarrass Chuka and your cousin to know I heard. So I stopped. Not to listen, but to keep them from knowing I'd heard their private opinions of me. I'll be obliged if you don't tell them. They're entitled to their opinions of me. I've mine of them"}, {"quote": "\"It won't take back the discourtesy, but -- I'm very sorry.\"", "context": "\" said Chuka complacently. \"We'll see how fast my ... ah ... mineral spring is trickling metal down the cliff-face. If you can really launch a lifeboat, we might get some help here in a year and a half instead of five -- -- \"\n\n* * * * *\n\nThey went out-of-doors together. There was a small sound in the next office. Aletha was suddenly very, very still. She sat motionless for a long half-minute. Then she turned her head.\n\n\"I owe you an apology, Mr. Bordman,\" she said ruefully. \"It won't take back the discourtesy, but -- I'm very sorry.\"\n\nBordman came into the office from the next room. He was rather pale. He said wryly:\n\n\"Eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves, eh? Actually I was on the way in here when I heard -- references to myself it would embarrass Chuka and your cousin to know I heard. So I stopped. Not to listen, but to keep them from knowing I'd heard their private opinions of me. I'll be obliged if you don't tell them. They're entitled to their opinions of me. I've mine of them"}, {"quote": "\"Eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves, eh? Actually I was on the way in here when I heard -- references to myself it would embarrass Chuka and your cousin to know I heard. So I stopped. Not to listen, but to keep them from knowing I'd heard their private opinions of me. I'll be obliged if you don't tell them. They're entitled to their opinions of me. I've mine of them.", "context": "* * * * *\n\nThey went out-of-doors together. There was a small sound in the next office. Aletha was suddenly very, very still. She sat motionless for a long half-minute. Then she turned her head.\n\n\"I owe you an apology, Mr. Bordman,\" she said ruefully. \"It won't take back the discourtesy, but -- I'm very sorry.\"\n\nBordman came into the office from the next room. He was rather pale. He said wryly:\n\n\"Eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves, eh? Actually I was on the way in here when I heard -- references to myself it would embarrass Chuka and your cousin to know I heard. So I stopped. Not to listen, but to keep them from knowing I'd heard their private opinions of me. I'll be obliged if you don't tell them. They're entitled to their opinions of me. I've mine of them.\" He added grimly, \"Apparently I think more highly of them than they do of me!\"\n\nAletha said contritely:\n\n\"It must have sounded horrible! But they ... we ... all of us think better of you than you do of yourself!\"\n\nBordman shrugged.\n\n\"You in particular. 'Would you marry someone like me? Great Manitou, no!'\"\n\n\"For an excellent reason,\" said Aletha firmly. \"When I get back from here -- if I get back from here -- I'm going to marry Bob Running Antelope. He's nice. I like the idea of marrying him. I want to! But I look forward not only to happiness but to contentment. To me that's important. It isn't to you, or to the woman you ought to marry. And I ... well ... I simply don't envy either of you a bit!\""}, {"quote": "\"Apparently I think more highly of them than they do of me!\"", "context": "Bordman came into the office from the next room. He was rather pale. He said wryly:\n\n\"Eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves, eh? Actually I was on the way in here when I heard -- references to myself it would embarrass Chuka and your cousin to know I heard. So I stopped. Not to listen, but to keep them from knowing I'd heard their private opinions of me. I'll be obliged if you don't tell them. They're entitled to their opinions of me. I've mine of them.\" He added grimly, \"Apparently I think more highly of them than they do of me!\"\n\nAletha said contritely:\n\n\"It must have sounded horrible! But they ... we ... all of us think better of you than you do of yourself!\"\n\nBordman shrugged.\n\n\"You in particular. 'Would you marry someone like me? Great Manitou, no!'\"\n\n\"For an excellent reason,\" said Aletha firmly. \"When I get back from here -- if I get back from here -- I'm going to marry Bob Running Antelope. He's nice. I like the idea of marrying him. I want to! But I look forward not only to happiness but to contentment. To me that's important. It isn't to you, or to the woman you ought to marry. And I ... well ... I simply don't envy either of you a bit!\""}, {"quote": "\"It must have sounded horrible! But they ... we ... all of us think better of you than you do of yourself!\"", "context": "\"Eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves, eh? Actually I was on the way in here when I heard -- references to myself it would embarrass Chuka and your cousin to know I heard. So I stopped. Not to listen, but to keep them from knowing I'd heard their private opinions of me. I'll be obliged if you don't tell them. They're entitled to their opinions of me. I've mine of them.\" He added grimly, \"Apparently I think more highly of them than they do of me!\"\n\nAletha said contritely:\n\n\"It must have sounded horrible! But they ... we ... all of us think better of you than you do of yourself!\"\n\nBordman shrugged.\n\n\"You in particular. 'Would you marry someone like me? Great Manitou, no!'\"\n\n\"For an excellent reason,\" said Aletha firmly. \"When I get back from here -- if I get back from here -- I'm going to marry Bob Running Antelope. He's nice. I like the idea of marrying him. I want to! But I look forward not only to happiness but to contentment. To me that's important. It isn't to you, or to the woman you ought to marry. And I ... well ... I simply don't envy either of you a bit!\""}, {"quote": "\"You in particular. 'Would you marry someone like me? Great Manitou, no!'\"", "context": "\"Eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves, eh? Actually I was on the way in here when I heard -- references to myself it would embarrass Chuka and your cousin to know I heard. So I stopped. Not to listen, but to keep them from knowing I'd heard their private opinions of me. I'll be obliged if you don't tell them. They're entitled to their opinions of me. I've mine of them.\" He added grimly, \"Apparently I think more highly of them than they do of me!\"\n\nAletha said contritely:\n\n\"It must have sounded horrible! But they ... we ... all of us think better of you than you do of yourself!\"\n\nBordman shrugged.\n\n\"You in particular. 'Would you marry someone like me? Great Manitou, no!'\"\n\n\"For an excellent reason,\" said Aletha firmly. \"When I get back from here -- if I get back from here -- I'm going to marry Bob Running Antelope. He's nice. I like the idea of marrying him. I want to! But I look forward not only to happiness but to contentment. To me that's important. It isn't to you, or to the woman you ought to marry. And I ... well ... I simply don't envy either of you a bit!\""}, {"quote": "\"For an excellent reason,", "context": "\"Eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves, eh? Actually I was on the way in here when I heard -- references to myself it would embarrass Chuka and your cousin to know I heard. So I stopped. Not to listen, but to keep them from knowing I'd heard their private opinions of me. I'll be obliged if you don't tell them. They're entitled to their opinions of me. I've mine of them.\" He added grimly, \"Apparently I think more highly of them than they do of me!\"\n\nAletha said contritely:\n\n\"It must have sounded horrible! But they ... we ... all of us think better of you than you do of yourself!\"\n\nBordman shrugged.\n\n\"You in particular. 'Would you marry someone like me? Great Manitou, no!'\"\n\n\"For an excellent reason,\" said Aletha firmly. \"When I get back from here -- if I get back from here -- I'm going to marry Bob Running Antelope. He's nice. I like the idea of marrying him. I want to! But I look forward not only to happiness but to contentment. To me that's important. It isn't to you, or to the woman you ought to marry. And I ... well ... I simply don't envy either of you a bit!\"\n\n\"I see,\" said Bordman with irony. He didn't."}, {"quote": "\"When I get back from here -- if I get back from here -- I'm going to marry Bob Running Antelope. He's nice. I like the idea of marrying him. I want to! But I look forward not only to happiness but to contentment. To me that's important. It isn't to you, or to the woman you ought to marry. And I ... well ... I simply don't envy either of you a bit!\"", "context": "\"Eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves, eh? Actually I was on the way in here when I heard -- references to myself it would embarrass Chuka and your cousin to know I heard. So I stopped. Not to listen, but to keep them from knowing I'd heard their private opinions of me. I'll be obliged if you don't tell them. They're entitled to their opinions of me. I've mine of them.\" He added grimly, \"Apparently I think more highly of them than they do of me!\"\n\nAletha said contritely:\n\n\"It must have sounded horrible! But they ... we ... all of us think better of you than you do of yourself!\"\n\nBordman shrugged.\n\n\"You in particular. 'Would you marry someone like me? Great Manitou, no!'\"\n\n\"For an excellent reason,\" said Aletha firmly. \"When I get back from here -- if I get back from here -- I'm going to marry Bob Running Antelope. He's nice. I like the idea of marrying him. I want to! But I look forward not only to happiness but to contentment. To me that's important. It isn't to you, or to the woman you ought to marry. And I ... well ... I simply don't envy either of you a bit!\"\n\n\"I see,\" said Bordman with irony. He didn't. \"I wish you all the contentment you look for.\" Then he snapped: \"But what's this business about expecting more from me? What spectacular idea do you expect me to pull out of somebody's hat now? Because I'm frantically vain!\"\n\n\"I haven't the least idea,\" said Aletha calmly. \"But I think you'll come up with something we couldn't possibly imagine. And I didn't say it was because you were vain, but because you are discontented with yourself. It's born in you! And there you are!\""}, {"quote": "\"I wish you all the contentment you look for.", "context": "\"When I get back from here -- if I get back from here -- I'm going to marry Bob Running Antelope. He's nice. I like the idea of marrying him. I want to! But I look forward not only to happiness but to contentment. To me that's important. It isn't to you, or to the woman you ought to marry. And I ... well ... I simply don't envy either of you a bit!\"\n\n\"I see,\" said Bordman with irony. He didn't. \"I wish you all the contentment you look for.\" Then he snapped: \"But what's this business about expecting more from me? What spectacular idea do you expect me to pull out of somebody's hat now? Because I'm frantically vain!\"\n\n\"I haven't the least idea,\" said Aletha calmly. \"But I think you'll come up with something we couldn't possibly imagine. And I didn't say it was because you were vain, but because you are discontented with yourself. It's born in you! And there you are!\"\n\n\"If you mean neurotic"}, {"quote": "\"But what's this business about expecting more from me? What spectacular idea do you expect me to pull out of somebody's hat now? Because I'm frantically vain!\"", "context": "\"When I get back from here -- if I get back from here -- I'm going to marry Bob Running Antelope. He's nice. I like the idea of marrying him. I want to! But I look forward not only to happiness but to contentment. To me that's important. It isn't to you, or to the woman you ought to marry. And I ... well ... I simply don't envy either of you a bit!\"\n\n\"I see,\" said Bordman with irony. He didn't. \"I wish you all the contentment you look for.\" Then he snapped: \"But what's this business about expecting more from me? What spectacular idea do you expect me to pull out of somebody's hat now? Because I'm frantically vain!\"\n\n\"I haven't the least idea,\" said Aletha calmly. \"But I think you'll come up with something we couldn't possibly imagine. And I didn't say it was because you were vain, but because you are discontented with yourself. It's born in you! And there you are!\"\n\n\"If you mean neurotic,\" snapped Bordman, \"you're all wrong. I'm not neurotic! I'm not. I'm annoyed. I'll get hopelessly behind schedule because of this mess! But that's all!\""}, {"quote": "\"I haven't the least idea,", "context": "\"When I get back from here -- if I get back from here -- I'm going to marry Bob Running Antelope. He's nice. I like the idea of marrying him. I want to! But I look forward not only to happiness but to contentment. To me that's important. It isn't to you, or to the woman you ought to marry. And I ... well ... I simply don't envy either of you a bit!\"\n\n\"I see,\" said Bordman with irony. He didn't. \"I wish you all the contentment you look for.\" Then he snapped: \"But what's this business about expecting more from me? What spectacular idea do you expect me to pull out of somebody's hat now? Because I'm frantically vain!\"\n\n\"I haven't the least idea,\" said Aletha calmly. \"But I think you'll come up with something we couldn't possibly imagine. And I didn't say it was because you were vain, but because you are discontented with yourself. It's born in you! And there you are!\"\n\n\"If you mean neurotic,\" snapped Bordman, \"you're all wrong. I'm not neurotic! I'm not. I'm annoyed. I'll get hopelessly behind schedule because of this mess! But that's all!\"\n\nAletha stood up and shrugged her shoulders ruefully."}, {"quote": "\"But I think you'll come up with something we couldn't possibly imagine. And I didn't say it was because you were vain, but because you are discontented with yourself. It's born in you! And there you are!\"", "context": "\"When I get back from here -- if I get back from here -- I'm going to marry Bob Running Antelope. He's nice. I like the idea of marrying him. I want to! But I look forward not only to happiness but to contentment. To me that's important. It isn't to you, or to the woman you ought to marry. And I ... well ... I simply don't envy either of you a bit!\"\n\n\"I see,\" said Bordman with irony. He didn't. \"I wish you all the contentment you look for.\" Then he snapped: \"But what's this business about expecting more from me? What spectacular idea do you expect me to pull out of somebody's hat now? Because I'm frantically vain!\"\n\n\"I haven't the least idea,\" said Aletha calmly. \"But I think you'll come up with something we couldn't possibly imagine. And I didn't say it was because you were vain, but because you are discontented with yourself. It's born in you! And there you are!\"\n\n\"If you mean neurotic,\" snapped Bordman, \"you're all wrong. I'm not neurotic! I'm not. I'm annoyed. I'll get hopelessly behind schedule because of this mess! But that's all!\"\n\nAletha stood up and shrugged her shoulders ruefully.\n\n\"I repeat my apology,\" she told him, \"and leave you the office. But I also repeat that I think you'll turn up something nobody else expects -- and I've no idea what it will be. But you'll do it now to prove that I'm wrong about how your mind works.\""}, {"quote": "\"If you mean neurotic,", "context": "\"I wish you all the contentment you look for.\" Then he snapped: \"But what's this business about expecting more from me? What spectacular idea do you expect me to pull out of somebody's hat now? Because I'm frantically vain!\"\n\n\"I haven't the least idea,\" said Aletha calmly. \"But I think you'll come up with something we couldn't possibly imagine. And I didn't say it was because you were vain, but because you are discontented with yourself. It's born in you! And there you are!\"\n\n\"If you mean neurotic,\" snapped Bordman, \"you're all wrong. I'm not neurotic! I'm not. I'm annoyed. I'll get hopelessly behind schedule because of this mess! But that's all!\"\n\nAletha stood up and shrugged her shoulders ruefully.\n\n\"I repeat my apology,\" she told him, \"and leave you the office. But I also repeat that I think you'll turn up something nobody else expects -- and I've no idea what it will be. But you'll do it now to prove that I'm wrong about how your mind works.\""}, {"quote": "\"you're all wrong. I'm not neurotic! I'm not. I'm annoyed. I'll get hopelessly behind schedule because of this mess! But that's all!\"", "context": "\"But what's this business about expecting more from me? What spectacular idea do you expect me to pull out of somebody's hat now? Because I'm frantically vain!\"\n\n\"I haven't the least idea,\" said Aletha calmly. \"But I think you'll come up with something we couldn't possibly imagine. And I didn't say it was because you were vain, but because you are discontented with yourself. It's born in you! And there you are!\"\n\n\"If you mean neurotic,\" snapped Bordman, \"you're all wrong. I'm not neurotic! I'm not. I'm annoyed. I'll get hopelessly behind schedule because of this mess! But that's all!\"\n\nAletha stood up and shrugged her shoulders ruefully.\n\n\"I repeat my apology,\" she told him, \"and leave you the office. But I also repeat that I think you'll turn up something nobody else expects -- and I've no idea what it will be. But you'll do it now to prove that I'm wrong about how your mind works.\"\n\nShe went out. Bordman clamped his jaws tightly. He felt that especially haunting discomfort which comes of suspecting that one has been told something about himself which may be true."}, {"quote": "\"I repeat my apology,", "context": "\"But I think you'll come up with something we couldn't possibly imagine. And I didn't say it was because you were vain, but because you are discontented with yourself. It's born in you! And there you are!\"\n\n\"If you mean neurotic,\" snapped Bordman, \"you're all wrong. I'm not neurotic! I'm not. I'm annoyed. I'll get hopelessly behind schedule because of this mess! But that's all!\"\n\nAletha stood up and shrugged her shoulders ruefully.\n\n\"I repeat my apology,\" she told him, \"and leave you the office. But I also repeat that I think you'll turn up something nobody else expects -- and I've no idea what it will be. But you'll do it now to prove that I'm wrong about how your mind works.\"\n\nShe went out. Bordman clamped his jaws tightly. He felt that especially haunting discomfort which comes of suspecting that one has been told something about himself which may be true.\n\n\"Idiotic!\" he fumed, all alone."}, {"quote": "\"and leave you the office. But I also repeat that I think you'll turn up something nobody else expects -- and I've no idea what it will be. But you'll do it now to prove that I'm wrong about how your mind works.\"", "context": "\"But I think you'll come up with something we couldn't possibly imagine. And I didn't say it was because you were vain, but because you are discontented with yourself. It's born in you! And there you are!\"\n\n\"If you mean neurotic,\" snapped Bordman, \"you're all wrong. I'm not neurotic! I'm not. I'm annoyed. I'll get hopelessly behind schedule because of this mess! But that's all!\"\n\nAletha stood up and shrugged her shoulders ruefully.\n\n\"I repeat my apology,\" she told him, \"and leave you the office. But I also repeat that I think you'll turn up something nobody else expects -- and I've no idea what it will be. But you'll do it now to prove that I'm wrong about how your mind works.\"\n\nShe went out. Bordman clamped his jaws tightly. He felt that especially haunting discomfort which comes of suspecting that one has been told something about himself which may be true.\n\n\"Idiotic!\" he fumed, all alone. \"Me neurotic? Me wanting to prove I'm the best man here out of vanity?\" He made a scornful noise. He sat impatiently at the desk. \"Absurd!\" he muttered wrathfully. \"Why should I need to prove to myself I'm capable? What would I do if I felt such a need, anyhow?\""}, {"quote": "\"Me neurotic? Me wanting to prove I'm the best man here out of vanity?", "context": "\" she told him, \"and leave you the office. But I also repeat that I think you'll turn up something nobody else expects -- and I've no idea what it will be. But you'll do it now to prove that I'm wrong about how your mind works.\"\n\nShe went out. Bordman clamped his jaws tightly. He felt that especially haunting discomfort which comes of suspecting that one has been told something about himself which may be true.\n\n\"Idiotic!\" he fumed, all alone. \"Me neurotic? Me wanting to prove I'm the best man here out of vanity?\" He made a scornful noise. He sat impatiently at the desk. \"Absurd!\" he muttered wrathfully. \"Why should I need to prove to myself I'm capable? What would I do if I felt such a need, anyhow?\"\n\nScowling, he stared at the wall. It was irritating. It was a nagging sort of question. What would he do if she were right? If he did need constantly to prove to himself -- -- \n\nHe stiffened, suddenly. A look of intense surprise came upon his face. He'd thought of what a self-doubtful, discontented man would try to do, here on Xosa II at this juncture."}, {"quote": "\"Why should I need to prove to myself I'm capable? What would I do if I felt such a need, anyhow?\"", "context": "\"and leave you the office. But I also repeat that I think you'll turn up something nobody else expects -- and I've no idea what it will be. But you'll do it now to prove that I'm wrong about how your mind works.\"\n\nShe went out. Bordman clamped his jaws tightly. He felt that especially haunting discomfort which comes of suspecting that one has been told something about himself which may be true.\n\n\"Idiotic!\" he fumed, all alone. \"Me neurotic? Me wanting to prove I'm the best man here out of vanity?\" He made a scornful noise. He sat impatiently at the desk. \"Absurd!\" he muttered wrathfully. \"Why should I need to prove to myself I'm capable? What would I do if I felt such a need, anyhow?\"\n\nScowling, he stared at the wall. It was irritating. It was a nagging sort of question. What would he do if she were right? If he did need constantly to prove to himself -- -- \n\nHe stiffened, suddenly. A look of intense surprise came upon his face. He'd thought of what a self-doubtful, discontented man would try to do, here on Xosa II at this juncture.\n\nThe surprise was because he had also thought of how it could be done."}, {"quote": "\"Do you want to go in the shed and cool off?", "context": "A caterwheel truck came lurching and rolling and rumbling down the side of the pit. It had a sunshade and ground-reflector wings, and Bordman rode tiredly on a hobbyhorse saddle in its back cargo section. He wore a heat-suit.\n\nThe truck reached the pit's bottom. There was a tool shed there. The caterwheel-truck bumped up to it and stopped. Bordman got out, visibly cramped by the jolting, rocking, exhausting-to-unaccustomed-muscles ride.\n\n\"Do you want to go in the shed and cool off?\" asked Chuka brightly.\n\n\"I'm all right,\" said Bordman curtly. \"I'm quite comfortable, so long as you feed me that expanded air.\" It was plain that he resented needing even a special air supply. \"What's all this about? Bringing the Warlock in? Why the insistence on my being here?\"\n\n\"Ralph has a problem,\" said Chuka blandly. \"He's up there. See? He needs you. There's a hoist. You've got to check degree-of-completion anyhow. You might take a look around while you're up there. But he's anxious for you to see something. There where you see the little knot of people. The platform.\""}, {"quote": "\"I'm quite comfortable, so long as you feed me that expanded air.", "context": "A caterwheel truck came lurching and rolling and rumbling down the side of the pit. It had a sunshade and ground-reflector wings, and Bordman rode tiredly on a hobbyhorse saddle in its back cargo section. He wore a heat-suit.\n\nThe truck reached the pit's bottom. There was a tool shed there. The caterwheel-truck bumped up to it and stopped. Bordman got out, visibly cramped by the jolting, rocking, exhausting-to-unaccustomed-muscles ride.\n\n\"Do you want to go in the shed and cool off?\" asked Chuka brightly.\n\n\"I'm all right,\" said Bordman curtly. \"I'm quite comfortable, so long as you feed me that expanded air.\" It was plain that he resented needing even a special air supply. \"What's all this about? Bringing the Warlock in? Why the insistence on my being here?\"\n\n\"Ralph has a problem,\" said Chuka blandly. \"He's up there. See? He needs you. There's a hoist. You've got to check degree-of-completion anyhow. You might take a look around while you're up there. But he's anxious for you to see something. There where you see the little knot of people. The platform.\""}, {"quote": "\"What's all this about? Bringing the Warlock in? Why the insistence on my being here?\"", "context": "The truck reached the pit's bottom. There was a tool shed there. The caterwheel-truck bumped up to it and stopped. Bordman got out, visibly cramped by the jolting, rocking, exhausting-to-unaccustomed-muscles ride.\n\n\"Do you want to go in the shed and cool off?\" asked Chuka brightly.\n\n\"I'm all right,\" said Bordman curtly. \"I'm quite comfortable, so long as you feed me that expanded air.\" It was plain that he resented needing even a special air supply. \"What's all this about? Bringing the Warlock in? Why the insistence on my being here?\"\n\n\"Ralph has a problem,\" said Chuka blandly. \"He's up there. See? He needs you. There's a hoist. You've got to check degree-of-completion anyhow. You might take a look around while you're up there. But he's anxious for you to see something. There where you see the little knot of people. The platform.\"\n\nBordman grimaced. When one was well started on a survey, one got used to heights and depths and all sorts of environments. But he hadn't been up on steel-work in a good many months. Not since a survey on Kalka IV nearly a year ago. He would be dizzy at first."}, {"quote": "\"Ralph has a problem,", "context": "The truck reached the pit's bottom. There was a tool shed there. The caterwheel-truck bumped up to it and stopped. Bordman got out, visibly cramped by the jolting, rocking, exhausting-to-unaccustomed-muscles ride.\n\n\"Do you want to go in the shed and cool off?\" asked Chuka brightly.\n\n\"I'm all right,\" said Bordman curtly. \"I'm quite comfortable, so long as you feed me that expanded air.\" It was plain that he resented needing even a special air supply. \"What's all this about? Bringing the Warlock in? Why the insistence on my being here?\"\n\n\"Ralph has a problem,\" said Chuka blandly. \"He's up there. See? He needs you. There's a hoist. You've got to check degree-of-completion anyhow. You might take a look around while you're up there. But he's anxious for you to see something. There where you see the little knot of people. The platform.\"\n\nBordman grimaced. When one was well started on a survey, one got used to heights and depths and all sorts of environments. But he hadn't been up on steel-work in a good many months. Not since a survey on Kalka IV nearly a year ago. He would be dizzy at first."}, {"quote": "\"He's up there. See? He needs you. There's a hoist. You've got to check degree-of-completion anyhow. You might take a look around while you're up there. But he's anxious for you to see something. There where you see the little knot of people. The platform.\"", "context": "The truck reached the pit's bottom. There was a tool shed there. The caterwheel-truck bumped up to it and stopped. Bordman got out, visibly cramped by the jolting, rocking, exhausting-to-unaccustomed-muscles ride.\n\n\"Do you want to go in the shed and cool off?\" asked Chuka brightly.\n\n\"I'm all right,\" said Bordman curtly. \"I'm quite comfortable, so long as you feed me that expanded air.\" It was plain that he resented needing even a special air supply. \"What's all this about? Bringing the Warlock in? Why the insistence on my being here?\"\n\n\"Ralph has a problem,\" said Chuka blandly. \"He's up there. See? He needs you. There's a hoist. You've got to check degree-of-completion anyhow. You might take a look around while you're up there. But he's anxious for you to see something. There where you see the little knot of people. The platform.\"\n\nBordman grimaced. When one was well started on a survey, one got used to heights and depths and all sorts of environments. But he hadn't been up on steel-work in a good many months. Not since a survey on Kalka IV nearly a year ago. He would be dizzy at first.\n\nHe accompanied Chuka to the spot where a steel cable dangled from an almost invisibly thin beam high above. There was a strictly improvised cage to ascend in -- planks and a handrail forming an insecure platform that might hold four people. He got into it, and Dr. Chuka got in beside him. Chuka waved his hand. The cage started up."}, {"quote": "\"Chuka said you needed me here. What's the matter?\"", "context": "There was a platform there. Newly-made. The sunlight was blindingly bright. The landscape was an intolerable glare. Bordman adjusted his goggles to maximum darkness and stepped gingerly from the swaying cage to the hardly more solid-seeming area. Here he was in mid-air on a platform barely ten feet square. It was rather more than twice the height of a metropolitan skyscraper from the ground. There were actual mountain-crests only half a mile away and not much higher. Bordman was acutely uncomfortable. He would get used to it, but -- -- \n\n* * * * *\n\n\"Well?\" he asked fretfully. \"Chuka said you needed me here. What's the matter?\"\n\nRalph Redfeather nodded very formally. Aletha was here, too, and two of Chuka's foremen -- one did not look happy -- and four of the Amerind steel-workers. They grinned at Bordman.\n\n\"I wanted you to see,\" said Aletha's cousin, \"before we threw on the current. It doesn't look like that little grid could handle the sand it took care of. But Lewanika wants to report.\"\n\nA dark man who worked under Chuka -- and looked as if he belonged on solid ground -- said carefully:"}, {"quote": "\"I wanted you to see,", "context": "There was a platform there. Newly-made. The sunlight was blindingly bright. The landscape was an intolerable glare. Bordman adjusted his goggles to maximum darkness and stepped gingerly from the swaying cage to the hardly more solid-seeming area. Here he was in mid-air on a platform barely ten feet square. It was rather more than twice the height of a metropolitan skyscraper from the ground. There were actual mountain-crests only half a mile away and not much higher. Bordman was acutely uncomfortable. He would get used to it, but -- -- \n\n* * * * *\n\n\"Well?\" he asked fretfully. \"Chuka said you needed me here. What's the matter?\"\n\nRalph Redfeather nodded very formally. Aletha was here, too, and two of Chuka's foremen -- one did not look happy -- and four of the Amerind steel-workers. They grinned at Bordman.\n\n\"I wanted you to see,\" said Aletha's cousin, \"before we threw on the current. It doesn't look like that little grid could handle the sand it took care of. But Lewanika wants to report.\"\n\nA dark man who worked under Chuka -- and looked as if he belonged on solid ground -- said carefully:\n\n\"We cast the beams for the small landing grid, Mr. Bordman. We melted the metal out of the cliffs and ran it into molds as it flowed down.\"\n\nHe stopped. One of the Indians said:"}, {"quote": "\"before we threw on the current. It doesn't look like that little grid could handle the sand it took care of. But Lewanika wants to report.\"", "context": "There was a platform there. Newly-made. The sunlight was blindingly bright. The landscape was an intolerable glare. Bordman adjusted his goggles to maximum darkness and stepped gingerly from the swaying cage to the hardly more solid-seeming area. Here he was in mid-air on a platform barely ten feet square. It was rather more than twice the height of a metropolitan skyscraper from the ground. There were actual mountain-crests only half a mile away and not much higher. Bordman was acutely uncomfortable. He would get used to it, but -- -- \n\n* * * * *\n\n\"Well?\" he asked fretfully. \"Chuka said you needed me here. What's the matter?\"\n\nRalph Redfeather nodded very formally. Aletha was here, too, and two of Chuka's foremen -- one did not look happy -- and four of the Amerind steel-workers. They grinned at Bordman.\n\n\"I wanted you to see,\" said Aletha's cousin, \"before we threw on the current. It doesn't look like that little grid could handle the sand it took care of. But Lewanika wants to report.\"\n\nA dark man who worked under Chuka -- and looked as if he belonged on solid ground -- said carefully:\n\n\"We cast the beams for the small landing grid, Mr. Bordman. We melted the metal out of the cliffs and ran it into molds as it flowed down.\"\n\nHe stopped. One of the Indians said:\n\n\"We made the girders into the small landing grid. It bothered us because we built it on the sand that had buried the big grid. We didn't understand why you ordered it there. But we built it.\""}, {"quote": "\"We cast the beams for the small landing grid, Mr. Bordman. We melted the metal out of the cliffs and ran it into molds as it flowed down.\"", "context": "Ralph Redfeather nodded very formally. Aletha was here, too, and two of Chuka's foremen -- one did not look happy -- and four of the Amerind steel-workers. They grinned at Bordman.\n\n\"I wanted you to see,\" said Aletha's cousin, \"before we threw on the current. It doesn't look like that little grid could handle the sand it took care of. But Lewanika wants to report.\"\n\nA dark man who worked under Chuka -- and looked as if he belonged on solid ground -- said carefully:\n\n\"We cast the beams for the small landing grid, Mr. Bordman. We melted the metal out of the cliffs and ran it into molds as it flowed down.\"\n\nHe stopped. One of the Indians said:\n\n\"We made the girders into the small landing grid. It bothered us because we built it on the sand that had buried the big grid. We didn't understand why you ordered it there. But we built it.\"\n\nThe second dark man said with a trace of swagger:\n\n\"We made the coils, Mr. Bordman. We made the small grid so it would work the same as the big one when it was finished. And then we made the big grid work, finished or not!\""}, {"quote": "\"We made the girders into the small landing grid. It bothered us because we built it on the sand that had buried the big grid. We didn't understand why you ordered it there. But we built it.\"", "context": "\" said Aletha's cousin, \"before we threw on the current. It doesn't look like that little grid could handle the sand it took care of. But Lewanika wants to report.\"\n\nA dark man who worked under Chuka -- and looked as if he belonged on solid ground -- said carefully:\n\n\"We cast the beams for the small landing grid, Mr. Bordman. We melted the metal out of the cliffs and ran it into molds as it flowed down.\"\n\nHe stopped. One of the Indians said:\n\n\"We made the girders into the small landing grid. It bothered us because we built it on the sand that had buried the big grid. We didn't understand why you ordered it there. But we built it.\"\n\nThe second dark man said with a trace of swagger:\n\n\"We made the coils, Mr. Bordman. We made the small grid so it would work the same as the big one when it was finished. And then we made the big grid work, finished or not!\"\n\nBordman said impatiently:\n\n\"All right. Very good. But what is this? A ceremony?\"\n\n\"Just so,\" said Aletha, smiling. \"Be patient, Mr. Bordman!\"\n\nHer cousin said conversationally:\n\n\"We built the small grid on the top of the sand. And it tapped the ionosphere for power. No lack of power then! And we'd set it to heave up sand instead of ships. Not to heave it out into space, but to give it up to mile a second vertical velocity. Then we turned it on.\""}, {"quote": "\"We made the coils, Mr. Bordman. We made the small grid so it would work the same as the big one when it was finished. And then we made the big grid work, finished or not!\"", "context": "A dark man who worked under Chuka -- and looked as if he belonged on solid ground -- said carefully:\n\n\"We cast the beams for the small landing grid, Mr. Bordman. We melted the metal out of the cliffs and ran it into molds as it flowed down.\"\n\nHe stopped. One of the Indians said:\n\n\"We made the girders into the small landing grid. It bothered us because we built it on the sand that had buried the big grid. We didn't understand why you ordered it there. But we built it.\"\n\nThe second dark man said with a trace of swagger:\n\n\"We made the coils, Mr. Bordman. We made the small grid so it would work the same as the big one when it was finished. And then we made the big grid work, finished or not!\"\n\nBordman said impatiently:\n\n\"All right. Very good. But what is this? A ceremony?\"\n\n\"Just so,\" said Aletha, smiling. \"Be patient, Mr. Bordman!\"\n\nHer cousin said conversationally:\n\n\"We built the small grid on the top of the sand. And it tapped the ionosphere for power. No lack of power then! And we'd set it to heave up sand instead of ships. Not to heave it out into space, but to give it up to mile a second vertical velocity. Then we turned it on.\""}, {"quote": "\"All right. Very good. But what is this? A ceremony?\"", "context": "\"We made the girders into the small landing grid. It bothered us because we built it on the sand that had buried the big grid. We didn't understand why you ordered it there. But we built it.\"\n\nThe second dark man said with a trace of swagger:\n\n\"We made the coils, Mr. Bordman. We made the small grid so it would work the same as the big one when it was finished. And then we made the big grid work, finished or not!\"\n\nBordman said impatiently:\n\n\"All right. Very good. But what is this? A ceremony?\"\n\n\"Just so,\" said Aletha, smiling. \"Be patient, Mr. Bordman!\"\n\nHer cousin said conversationally:\n\n\"We built the small grid on the top of the sand. And it tapped the ionosphere for power. No lack of power then! And we'd set it to heave up sand instead of ships. Not to heave it out into space, but to give it up to mile a second vertical velocity. Then we turned it on.\"\n\n\"And we rode it down, that little grid"}, {"quote": "\"Be patient, Mr. Bordman!\"", "context": "\"We made the girders into the small landing grid. It bothered us because we built it on the sand that had buried the big grid. We didn't understand why you ordered it there. But we built it.\"\n\nThe second dark man said with a trace of swagger:\n\n\"We made the coils, Mr. Bordman. We made the small grid so it would work the same as the big one when it was finished. And then we made the big grid work, finished or not!\"\n\nBordman said impatiently:\n\n\"All right. Very good. But what is this? A ceremony?\"\n\n\"Just so,\" said Aletha, smiling. \"Be patient, Mr. Bordman!\"\n\nHer cousin said conversationally:\n\n\"We built the small grid on the top of the sand. And it tapped the ionosphere for power. No lack of power then! And we'd set it to heave up sand instead of ships. Not to heave it out into space, but to give it up to mile a second vertical velocity. Then we turned it on.\"\n\n\"And we rode it down, that little grid,\" said one of the remaining Indians, grinning. \"What a party! Manitou!\""}, {"quote": "\"We built the small grid on the top of the sand. And it tapped the ionosphere for power. No lack of power then! And we'd set it to heave up sand instead of ships. Not to heave it out into space, but to give it up to mile a second vertical velocity. Then we turned it on.\"", "context": "\"We made the girders into the small landing grid. It bothered us because we built it on the sand that had buried the big grid. We didn't understand why you ordered it there. But we built it.\"\n\nThe second dark man said with a trace of swagger:\n\n\"We made the coils, Mr. Bordman. We made the small grid so it would work the same as the big one when it was finished. And then we made the big grid work, finished or not!\"\n\nBordman said impatiently:\n\n\"All right. Very good. But what is this? A ceremony?\"\n\n\"Just so,\" said Aletha, smiling. \"Be patient, Mr. Bordman!\"\n\nHer cousin said conversationally:\n\n\"We built the small grid on the top of the sand. And it tapped the ionosphere for power. No lack of power then! And we'd set it to heave up sand instead of ships. Not to heave it out into space, but to give it up to mile a second vertical velocity. Then we turned it on.\"\n\n\"And we rode it down, that little grid,\" said one of the remaining Indians, grinning. \"What a party! Manitou!\"\n\nRedfeather frowned at him and took up the narrative.\n\n\"It hurled the sand up from its center. As you said it would, the sand swept air with it. It made a whirlwind, bringing more sand from outside the grid into its field. It was a whirlwind with fifteen megakilowatts of power to drive it. Some of the sand went twenty miles high. Then it made a mushroom-head and the winds up yonder blew it to the west. It came down a long way off, Mr. Bordman. We've made a new dune-area ten miles downwind. And the little grid sank as the sand went away from around it. We had to stop it three times, because it leaned. We had to dig under parts of it to get it straight up again. But it went down into the valley.\""}, {"quote": "\"And we rode it down, that little grid,", "context": "\"All right. Very good. But what is this? A ceremony?\"\n\n\"Just so,\" said Aletha, smiling. \"Be patient, Mr. Bordman!\"\n\nHer cousin said conversationally:\n\n\"We built the small grid on the top of the sand. And it tapped the ionosphere for power. No lack of power then! And we'd set it to heave up sand instead of ships. Not to heave it out into space, but to give it up to mile a second vertical velocity. Then we turned it on.\"\n\n\"And we rode it down, that little grid,\" said one of the remaining Indians, grinning. \"What a party! Manitou!\"\n\nRedfeather frowned at him and took up the narrative.\n\n\"It hurled the sand up from its center. As you said it would, the sand swept air with it. It made a whirlwind, bringing more sand from outside the grid into its field. It was a whirlwind with fifteen megakilowatts of power to drive it. Some of the sand went twenty miles high. Then it made a mushroom-head and the winds up yonder blew it to the west. It came down a long way off, Mr. Bordman. We've made a new dune-area ten miles downwind. And the little grid sank as the sand went away from around it. We had to stop it three times, because it leaned. We had to dig under parts of it to get it straight up again. But it went down into the valley.\""}, {"quote": "\"What a party! Manitou!\"", "context": "\"Be patient, Mr. Bordman!\"\n\nHer cousin said conversationally:\n\n\"We built the small grid on the top of the sand. And it tapped the ionosphere for power. No lack of power then! And we'd set it to heave up sand instead of ships. Not to heave it out into space, but to give it up to mile a second vertical velocity. Then we turned it on.\"\n\n\"And we rode it down, that little grid,\" said one of the remaining Indians, grinning. \"What a party! Manitou!\"\n\nRedfeather frowned at him and took up the narrative.\n\n\"It hurled the sand up from its center. As you said it would, the sand swept air with it. It made a whirlwind, bringing more sand from outside the grid into its field. It was a whirlwind with fifteen megakilowatts of power to drive it. Some of the sand went twenty miles high. Then it made a mushroom-head and the winds up yonder blew it to the west. It came down a long way off, Mr. Bordman. We've made a new dune-area ten miles downwind. And the little grid sank as the sand went away from around it. We had to stop it three times, because it leaned. We had to dig under parts of it to get it straight up again. But it went down into the valley.\""}, {"quote": "\"It hurled the sand up from its center. As you said it would, the sand swept air with it. It made a whirlwind, bringing more sand from outside the grid into its field. It was a whirlwind with fifteen megakilowatts of power to drive it. Some of the sand went twenty miles high. Then it made a mushroom-head and the winds up yonder blew it to the west. It came down a long way off, Mr. Bordman. We've made a new dune-area ten miles downwind. And the little grid sank as the sand went away from around it. We had to stop it three times, because it leaned. We had to dig under parts of it to get it straight up again. But it went down into the valley.\"", "context": "\"We built the small grid on the top of the sand. And it tapped the ionosphere for power. No lack of power then! And we'd set it to heave up sand instead of ships. Not to heave it out into space, but to give it up to mile a second vertical velocity. Then we turned it on.\"\n\n\"And we rode it down, that little grid,\" said one of the remaining Indians, grinning. \"What a party! Manitou!\"\n\nRedfeather frowned at him and took up the narrative.\n\n\"It hurled the sand up from its center. As you said it would, the sand swept air with it. It made a whirlwind, bringing more sand from outside the grid into its field. It was a whirlwind with fifteen megakilowatts of power to drive it. Some of the sand went twenty miles high. Then it made a mushroom-head and the winds up yonder blew it to the west. It came down a long way off, Mr. Bordman. We've made a new dune-area ten miles downwind. And the little grid sank as the sand went away from around it. We had to stop it three times, because it leaned. We had to dig under parts of it to get it straight up again. But it went down into the valley.\"\n\nBordman turned up the power to his heat-suit motors. He felt uncomfortably warm.\n\n\"In six days,\" said Ralph, almost ceremonially, \"it had uncovered half the original grid we'd built. Then we were able to modify that to heave sand and to let it tap the ionosphere. We were able to use a good many times the power the little grid could apply to sand-lifting! In two days more the landing grid was clear. The valley bottom was clean. We shifted some hundreds of millions of tons of sand by landing grid, and now it is possible to land the Warlock, and receive her supplies, and the solar-power furnace is already turning out pigs for her loading. We wanted you to see what we have done. The colony is no longer in danger, and we shall have the grid completely finished for your inspection before the ship is ready to return.\""}, {"quote": "\"In six days,", "context": "\"It hurled the sand up from its center. As you said it would, the sand swept air with it. It made a whirlwind, bringing more sand from outside the grid into its field. It was a whirlwind with fifteen megakilowatts of power to drive it. Some of the sand went twenty miles high. Then it made a mushroom-head and the winds up yonder blew it to the west. It came down a long way off, Mr. Bordman. We've made a new dune-area ten miles downwind. And the little grid sank as the sand went away from around it. We had to stop it three times, because it leaned. We had to dig under parts of it to get it straight up again. But it went down into the valley.\"\n\nBordman turned up the power to his heat-suit motors. He felt uncomfortably warm.\n\n\"In six days,\" said Ralph, almost ceremonially, \"it had uncovered half the original grid we'd built. Then we were able to modify that to heave sand and to let it tap the ionosphere. We were able to use a good many times the power the little grid could apply to sand-lifting! In two days more the landing grid was clear. The valley bottom was clean. We shifted some hundreds of millions of tons of sand by landing grid, and now it is possible to land the Warlock, and receive her supplies, and the solar-power furnace is already turning out pigs for her loading. We wanted you to see what we have done. The colony is no longer in danger, and we shall have the grid completely finished for your inspection before the ship is ready to return.\""}, {"quote": "\"it had uncovered half the original grid we'd built. Then we were able to modify that to heave sand and to let it tap the ionosphere. We were able to use a good many times the power the little grid could apply to sand-lifting! In two days more the landing grid was clear. The valley bottom was clean. We shifted some hundreds of millions of tons of sand by landing grid, and now it is possible to land the Warlock, and receive her supplies, and the solar-power furnace is already turning out pigs for her loading. We wanted you to see what we have done. The colony is no longer in danger, and we shall have the grid completely finished for your inspection before the ship is ready to return.\"", "context": "\"It hurled the sand up from its center. As you said it would, the sand swept air with it. It made a whirlwind, bringing more sand from outside the grid into its field. It was a whirlwind with fifteen megakilowatts of power to drive it. Some of the sand went twenty miles high. Then it made a mushroom-head and the winds up yonder blew it to the west. It came down a long way off, Mr. Bordman. We've made a new dune-area ten miles downwind. And the little grid sank as the sand went away from around it. We had to stop it three times, because it leaned. We had to dig under parts of it to get it straight up again. But it went down into the valley.\"\n\nBordman turned up the power to his heat-suit motors. He felt uncomfortably warm.\n\n\"In six days,\" said Ralph, almost ceremonially, \"it had uncovered half the original grid we'd built. Then we were able to modify that to heave sand and to let it tap the ionosphere. We were able to use a good many times the power the little grid could apply to sand-lifting! In two days more the landing grid was clear. The valley bottom was clean. We shifted some hundreds of millions of tons of sand by landing grid, and now it is possible to land the Warlock, and receive her supplies, and the solar-power furnace is already turning out pigs for her loading. We wanted you to see what we have done. The colony is no longer in danger, and we shall have the grid completely finished for your inspection before the ship is ready to return.\"\n\nBordman said uncomfortably:\n\n\"That's very good. It's excellent. I'll put it in my survey report.\"\n\n\"But,\" said Ralph, more ceremonially still, \"we have the right to count coup for the members of our tribe and clan. Now -- -- \"\n\nThen there was confusion. Aletha's cousin was saying syllables that did not mean anything at all. The other Indians joined in at intervals, speaking gibberish. Aletha's eyes were shining and she looked incredibly pleased and satisfied."}, {"quote": "\"That's very good. It's excellent. I'll put it in my survey report.\"", "context": "\"it had uncovered half the original grid we'd built. Then we were able to modify that to heave sand and to let it tap the ionosphere. We were able to use a good many times the power the little grid could apply to sand-lifting! In two days more the landing grid was clear. The valley bottom was clean. We shifted some hundreds of millions of tons of sand by landing grid, and now it is possible to land the Warlock, and receive her supplies, and the solar-power furnace is already turning out pigs for her loading. We wanted you to see what we have done. The colony is no longer in danger, and we shall have the grid completely finished for your inspection before the ship is ready to return.\"\n\nBordman said uncomfortably:\n\n\"That's very good. It's excellent. I'll put it in my survey report.\"\n\n\"But,\" said Ralph, more ceremonially still, \"we have the right to count coup for the members of our tribe and clan. Now -- -- \"\n\nThen there was confusion. Aletha's cousin was saying syllables that did not mean anything at all. The other Indians joined in at intervals, speaking gibberish. Aletha's eyes were shining and she looked incredibly pleased and satisfied.\n\n\"But what ... what's this?\" demanded Bordman when they stopped.\n\nAletha spoke proudly.\n\n\"Ralph just formally adopted you into the tribe, Mr. Bordman -- and into his clan and mine! He gave you a name I'll have to write down for you, but it means, 'Man-who-believes-not-his-own-wisdom.' And now -- -- \""}, {"quote": "\"But what ... what's this?", "context": "Bordman said uncomfortably:\n\n\"That's very good. It's excellent. I'll put it in my survey report.\"\n\n\"But,\" said Ralph, more ceremonially still, \"we have the right to count coup for the members of our tribe and clan. Now -- -- \"\n\nThen there was confusion. Aletha's cousin was saying syllables that did not mean anything at all. The other Indians joined in at intervals, speaking gibberish. Aletha's eyes were shining and she looked incredibly pleased and satisfied.\n\n\"But what ... what's this?\" demanded Bordman when they stopped.\n\nAletha spoke proudly.\n\n\"Ralph just formally adopted you into the tribe, Mr. Bordman -- and into his clan and mine! He gave you a name I'll have to write down for you, but it means, 'Man-who-believes-not-his-own-wisdom.' And now -- -- \"\n\nRalph Redfeather -- licensed interstellar engineer, graduate of the stiffest technical university in this quarter of the galaxy, wearer of three eagle-pinion feathers and clad in a pair of insulated sandals and a breechcloth -- whipped out a small paint-pot and a brush from somewhere and began carefully to paint on a section of girder ready for the next tier of steel. He painted a feather on the metal."}, {"quote": "\"Your coup. Placed where it was earned -- up here. Aletha is authorized to certify it. And the head of the clan will add an eagle-feather to the headdress he wears in council in the Big Tepee on Algonka, and -- your clan-brothers will be proud!\"", "context": "\"Ralph just formally adopted you into the tribe, Mr. Bordman -- and into his clan and mine! He gave you a name I'll have to write down for you, but it means, 'Man-who-believes-not-his-own-wisdom.' And now -- -- \"\n\nRalph Redfeather -- licensed interstellar engineer, graduate of the stiffest technical university in this quarter of the galaxy, wearer of three eagle-pinion feathers and clad in a pair of insulated sandals and a breechcloth -- whipped out a small paint-pot and a brush from somewhere and began carefully to paint on a section of girder ready for the next tier of steel. He painted a feather on the metal.\n\n\"It's a coup,\" he told Bordman over his shoulder. \"Your coup. Placed where it was earned -- up here. Aletha is authorized to certify it. And the head of the clan will add an eagle-feather to the headdress he wears in council in the Big Tepee on Algonka, and -- your clan-brothers will be proud!\"\n\nThen he straightened up and held out his hand.\n\nChuka said benignly:\n\n\"Being civilized men, Mr. Bordman, we Africans do not go in for uncivilized feathers. But we ... ah ... rather approve of you, too. And we plan a corroboree at the colony after the Warlock is down, when there will be some excellently practiced singing. There is ... ah ... a song, a sort of choral calypso, about this ... ah ... adventure you have brought to so satisfying a conclusion. It is quite a good calypso. It's likely to be popular on a good many planets.\""}, {"quote": "\"Being civilized men, Mr. Bordman, we Africans do not go in for uncivilized feathers. But we ... ah ... rather approve of you, too. And we plan a corroboree at the colony after the Warlock is down, when there will be some excellently practiced singing. There is ... ah ... a song, a sort of choral calypso, about this ... ah ... adventure you have brought to so satisfying a conclusion. It is quite a good calypso. It's likely to be popular on a good many planets.\"", "context": "Ralph Redfeather -- licensed interstellar engineer, graduate of the stiffest technical university in this quarter of the galaxy, wearer of three eagle-pinion feathers and clad in a pair of insulated sandals and a breechcloth -- whipped out a small paint-pot and a brush from somewhere and began carefully to paint on a section of girder ready for the next tier of steel. He painted a feather on the metal.\n\n\"It's a coup,\" he told Bordman over his shoulder. \"Your coup. Placed where it was earned -- up here. Aletha is authorized to certify it. And the head of the clan will add an eagle-feather to the headdress he wears in council in the Big Tepee on Algonka, and -- your clan-brothers will be proud!\"\n\nThen he straightened up and held out his hand.\n\nChuka said benignly:\n\n\"Being civilized men, Mr. Bordman, we Africans do not go in for uncivilized feathers. But we ... ah ... rather approve of you, too. And we plan a corroboree at the colony after the Warlock is down, when there will be some excellently practiced singing. There is ... ah ... a song, a sort of choral calypso, about this ... ah ... adventure you have brought to so satisfying a conclusion. It is quite a good calypso. It's likely to be popular on a good many planets.\"\n\nBordman swallowed. He was acutely uncomfortable. He felt that he ought to say something, and he did not know what.\n\nBut just then there was a deep-toned humming in the air. It was a vibrant tone, instinct with limitless power. It was the eighteen-hundred-foot landing grid, giving off that profoundly bass and vibrant, note it uttered while operating. Bordman looked up.\n\nThe Warlock was coming down.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nTHE END\n\n+ -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- + | Transcriber's Notes & Errata | | | | This etext was produced from Astounding Science Fiction | | December 1955. Extensive research did not uncover any | | evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was | | renewed. | | | | Illustrations have been moved to their appropriate places in | | the text. | | | | The following typographical errors have been corrected. | | | | |Error |Correction | | | | | | | | |dessicated |desiccated | | | |Anglo-Anglo-Saxon -- girls |Anglo-Saxon girls | | | |carrousel |carousel | | | |dessication |desiccation | | | |derelect |derelict | | | |sand-swept |sand swept | | + -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- "}, {"quote": "\u201cMiz Conover?\u201d", "context": "Immediately the sense of loneliness fell away. Another chapter in the great game of hide and seek that had kept her from brooding until to-night? The doorbell carried a new message these days. Nine o'clock. Who could be calling at that hour? She had forgotten to advise Cutty of the fact that someone had gone through the apartment. She could not positively assert the fact. Those articles in her bureau she herself might have disturbed. She might have taken a handkerchief in a hurry, hunted for something under the lingerie impatiently. Still she could not rid herself of the feeling that alien hands had been rifling her belongings. Not Bernini, decidedly.\n\nRemembering Cutty's advice about opening the door with her foot against it, she peered out. No emissary of Bolshevisim here. A weary little messenger boy with a long box in his arms called her name.\n\n\u201cMiz Conover?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d\n\nThe boy thrust the box into her hands and clumped to the stairhead. Kitty slammed the door and ran into the living room, tearing open the box as she ran. Roses from Cutty; she knew it. The old darling! Just when she was on the verge of breaking down and crying! She let the box fall to the floor and cuddled the flowers to her heart, her eyes filling. Cutty.\n\nOne of those ideas which sometime or another spring into the minds of all pretty women who are poor sprang into hers -- an idea such as an honest woman might muse over, only to reject. Sinister and cynical. Kitty was at this moment in rather a desperate frame of mind. Those two inherent characteristics, which she had fought valiantly -- love of good times and of pretty clothes -- made ingress easy for this sinister and cynical idea. Having gained a foothold it pressed forward boldly. Cutty, who had everything -- strength, comeliness, wisdom, and money. To live among all those beautiful things, never to be lonely again, to be waited on, fussed over, made much of, taken into the high world. Never more to add up accounts, to stretch five-dollar bills across the chasm of seven days. An old man's darling!"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, no, no!", "context": "One of those ideas which sometime or another spring into the minds of all pretty women who are poor sprang into hers -- an idea such as an honest woman might muse over, only to reject. Sinister and cynical. Kitty was at this moment in rather a desperate frame of mind. Those two inherent characteristics, which she had fought valiantly -- love of good times and of pretty clothes -- made ingress easy for this sinister and cynical idea. Having gained a foothold it pressed forward boldly. Cutty, who had everything -- strength, comeliness, wisdom, and money. To live among all those beautiful things, never to be lonely again, to be waited on, fussed over, made much of, taken into the high world. Never more to add up accounts, to stretch five-dollar bills across the chasm of seven days. An old man's darling!\n\n\u201cNo, no, no!\u201d she burst out, passionately. She drew a hand across her eyes. As if that gesture could rub out an evil thought! It is all very well to say \u201cAvaunt!\u201d But if the idea will not? \u201cI couldn't, I couldn't! I'd be a liar and a cheat. But he is so nice! If he did want me!... No, no! Just for comforts! I couldn't! What a miserable wretch I am!\u201d\n\nShe caught up the copper jug and still holding the roses to her heart, the tears streaming down her cheeks, rushed out to the kitchen for water. She dropped the green stems into the jug, buried her face in the buds to cool the hot shame on her cheeks, and remembered -- what a ridiculous thing the mind was! -- that she had three shirt waists to iron. She set the jug on the kitchen table, where it remained for many hours, and walked over to the range, to the flatiron shelf. As she reached for a flatiron her hand stopped in midair."}, {"quote": "\u201cI couldn't, I couldn't! I'd be a liar and a cheat. But he is so nice! If he did want me!... No, no! Just for comforts! I couldn't! What a miserable wretch I am!\u201d", "context": "One of those ideas which sometime or another spring into the minds of all pretty women who are poor sprang into hers -- an idea such as an honest woman might muse over, only to reject. Sinister and cynical. Kitty was at this moment in rather a desperate frame of mind. Those two inherent characteristics, which she had fought valiantly -- love of good times and of pretty clothes -- made ingress easy for this sinister and cynical idea. Having gained a foothold it pressed forward boldly. Cutty, who had everything -- strength, comeliness, wisdom, and money. To live among all those beautiful things, never to be lonely again, to be waited on, fussed over, made much of, taken into the high world. Never more to add up accounts, to stretch five-dollar bills across the chasm of seven days. An old man's darling!\n\n\u201cNo, no, no!\u201d she burst out, passionately. She drew a hand across her eyes. As if that gesture could rub out an evil thought! It is all very well to say \u201cAvaunt!\u201d But if the idea will not? \u201cI couldn't, I couldn't! I'd be a liar and a cheat. But he is so nice! If he did want me!... No, no! Just for comforts! I couldn't! What a miserable wretch I am!\u201d\n\nShe caught up the copper jug and still holding the roses to her heart, the tears streaming down her cheeks, rushed out to the kitchen for water. She dropped the green stems into the jug, buried her face in the buds to cool the hot shame on her cheeks, and remembered -- what a ridiculous thing the mind was! -- that she had three shirt waists to iron. She set the jug on the kitchen table, where it remained for many hours, and walked over to the range, to the flatiron shelf. As she reached for a flatiron her hand stopped in midair."}, {"quote": "\u201cVery important. Take me up.\u201d", "context": "En route to the Subway she never looked back. At Forty-second Street she detrained, walked into the Knickerbocker, entered the ladies dressing room, turned her coat, redraped her hat, checked her gaiters, and sought a taxi. Within two blocks of Cutty's she dismissed the cab and finished the journey on foot.\n\nAt the left of the lobby was an all-night apothecary's, with a door going into the lobby. Kitty proceeded to the elevator through this avenue. Number Four was down, and she stepped inside, raising her veil.\n\n\u201cYou, miss?\u201d\n\n\u201cVery important. Take me up.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe boss is out.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo matter. Take me up.\n\n\u201cYou're the doctor!\u201d What a pretty girl she was. No come-on in her eyes, though. \u201cThe boss may not get back until morning. He just went out in his engineer's togs. He sure wasn't expecting you.\n\n\u201cDo you know where he went?\u201d\n\n\u201cNever know. But I'll be in this bird cage until he comes back.\u201d\n\n\u201cI shall have to wait for him.\u201d\n\n\u201cUp she goes!\u201d\n\nAs Kitty stepped out into the corridor a wave of confusion assailed her. She hadn't planned against Cutty's absence. There was nothing she could say to the nurse; and if Johnny Two-Hawks was asleep -- why, all she could do would be to curl up on a divan and await Cutty's return."}, {"quote": "\u201cThe boss is out.\u201d", "context": "En route to the Subway she never looked back. At Forty-second Street she detrained, walked into the Knickerbocker, entered the ladies dressing room, turned her coat, redraped her hat, checked her gaiters, and sought a taxi. Within two blocks of Cutty's she dismissed the cab and finished the journey on foot.\n\nAt the left of the lobby was an all-night apothecary's, with a door going into the lobby. Kitty proceeded to the elevator through this avenue. Number Four was down, and she stepped inside, raising her veil.\n\n\u201cYou, miss?\u201d\n\n\u201cVery important. Take me up.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe boss is out.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo matter. Take me up.\n\n\u201cYou're the doctor!\u201d What a pretty girl she was. No come-on in her eyes, though. \u201cThe boss may not get back until morning. He just went out in his engineer's togs. He sure wasn't expecting you.\n\n\u201cDo you know where he went?\u201d\n\n\u201cNever know. But I'll be in this bird cage until he comes back.\u201d\n\n\u201cI shall have to wait for him.\u201d\n\n\u201cUp she goes!\u201d\n\nAs Kitty stepped out into the corridor a wave of confusion assailed her. She hadn't planned against Cutty's absence. There was nothing she could say to the nurse; and if Johnny Two-Hawks was asleep -- why, all she could do would be to curl up on a divan and await Cutty's return."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou're the doctor!", "context": "En route to the Subway she never looked back. At Forty-second Street she detrained, walked into the Knickerbocker, entered the ladies dressing room, turned her coat, redraped her hat, checked her gaiters, and sought a taxi. Within two blocks of Cutty's she dismissed the cab and finished the journey on foot.\n\nAt the left of the lobby was an all-night apothecary's, with a door going into the lobby. Kitty proceeded to the elevator through this avenue. Number Four was down, and she stepped inside, raising her veil.\n\n\u201cYou, miss?\u201d\n\n\u201cVery important. Take me up.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe boss is out.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo matter. Take me up.\n\n\u201cYou're the doctor!\u201d What a pretty girl she was. No come-on in her eyes, though. \u201cThe boss may not get back until morning. He just went out in his engineer's togs. He sure wasn't expecting you.\n\n\u201cDo you know where he went?\u201d\n\n\u201cNever know. But I'll be in this bird cage until he comes back.\u201d\n\n\u201cI shall have to wait for him.\u201d\n\n\u201cUp she goes!\u201d\n\nAs Kitty stepped out into the corridor a wave of confusion assailed her. She hadn't planned against Cutty's absence. There was nothing she could say to the nurse; and if Johnny Two-Hawks was asleep -- why, all she could do would be to curl up on a divan and await Cutty's return."}, {"quote": "\u201cDo you know where he went?\u201d", "context": "At the left of the lobby was an all-night apothecary's, with a door going into the lobby. Kitty proceeded to the elevator through this avenue. Number Four was down, and she stepped inside, raising her veil.\n\n\u201cYou, miss?\u201d\n\n\u201cVery important. Take me up.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe boss is out.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo matter. Take me up.\n\n\u201cYou're the doctor!\u201d What a pretty girl she was. No come-on in her eyes, though. \u201cThe boss may not get back until morning. He just went out in his engineer's togs. He sure wasn't expecting you.\n\n\u201cDo you know where he went?\u201d\n\n\u201cNever know. But I'll be in this bird cage until he comes back.\u201d\n\n\u201cI shall have to wait for him.\u201d\n\n\u201cUp she goes!\u201d\n\nAs Kitty stepped out into the corridor a wave of confusion assailed her. She hadn't planned against Cutty's absence. There was nothing she could say to the nurse; and if Johnny Two-Hawks was asleep -- why, all she could do would be to curl up on a divan and await Cutty's return.\n\nThe nurse appeared."}, {"quote": "\u201cNever know. But I'll be in this bird cage until he comes back.\u201d", "context": "At the left of the lobby was an all-night apothecary's, with a door going into the lobby. Kitty proceeded to the elevator through this avenue. Number Four was down, and she stepped inside, raising her veil.\n\n\u201cYou, miss?\u201d\n\n\u201cVery important. Take me up.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe boss is out.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo matter. Take me up.\n\n\u201cYou're the doctor!\u201d What a pretty girl she was. No come-on in her eyes, though. \u201cThe boss may not get back until morning. He just went out in his engineer's togs. He sure wasn't expecting you.\n\n\u201cDo you know where he went?\u201d\n\n\u201cNever know. But I'll be in this bird cage until he comes back.\u201d\n\n\u201cI shall have to wait for him.\u201d\n\n\u201cUp she goes!\u201d\n\nAs Kitty stepped out into the corridor a wave of confusion assailed her. She hadn't planned against Cutty's absence. There was nothing she could say to the nurse; and if Johnny Two-Hawks was asleep -- why, all she could do would be to curl up on a divan and await Cutty's return.\n\nThe nurse appeared. \u201cYou, Miss Conover?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d Kitty realized at once that she must take the nurse into her confidence."}, {"quote": "\u201cI shall have to wait for him.\u201d", "context": "At the left of the lobby was an all-night apothecary's, with a door going into the lobby. Kitty proceeded to the elevator through this avenue. Number Four was down, and she stepped inside, raising her veil.\n\n\u201cYou, miss?\u201d\n\n\u201cVery important. Take me up.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe boss is out.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo matter. Take me up.\n\n\u201cYou're the doctor!\u201d What a pretty girl she was. No come-on in her eyes, though. \u201cThe boss may not get back until morning. He just went out in his engineer's togs. He sure wasn't expecting you.\n\n\u201cDo you know where he went?\u201d\n\n\u201cNever know. But I'll be in this bird cage until he comes back.\u201d\n\n\u201cI shall have to wait for him.\u201d\n\n\u201cUp she goes!\u201d\n\nAs Kitty stepped out into the corridor a wave of confusion assailed her. She hadn't planned against Cutty's absence. There was nothing she could say to the nurse; and if Johnny Two-Hawks was asleep -- why, all she could do would be to curl up on a divan and await Cutty's return.\n\nThe nurse appeared. \u201cYou, Miss Conover?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d Kitty realized at once that she must take the nurse into her confidence. \u201cI have made a really important discovery. Did Cutty say when he would return?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou, Miss Conover?\u201d", "context": "\u201cNever know. But I'll be in this bird cage until he comes back.\u201d\n\n\u201cI shall have to wait for him.\u201d\n\n\u201cUp she goes!\u201d\n\nAs Kitty stepped out into the corridor a wave of confusion assailed her. She hadn't planned against Cutty's absence. There was nothing she could say to the nurse; and if Johnny Two-Hawks was asleep -- why, all she could do would be to curl up on a divan and await Cutty's return.\n\nThe nurse appeared. \u201cYou, Miss Conover?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d Kitty realized at once that she must take the nurse into her confidence. \u201cI have made a really important discovery. Did Cutty say when he would return?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. I am not in his confidence to that extent. But I do know that you assumed unnecessary risks in coming here.\u201d\n\nKitty shrugged and produced the wallet. \u201cIs Mr. Hawksley awake?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt appears that he left this wallet in my kitchen that night. It might buck him up if I gave it to him.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI have made a really important discovery. Did Cutty say when he would return?\u201d", "context": "\u201cI shall have to wait for him.\u201d\n\n\u201cUp she goes!\u201d\n\nAs Kitty stepped out into the corridor a wave of confusion assailed her. She hadn't planned against Cutty's absence. There was nothing she could say to the nurse; and if Johnny Two-Hawks was asleep -- why, all she could do would be to curl up on a divan and await Cutty's return.\n\nThe nurse appeared. \u201cYou, Miss Conover?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d Kitty realized at once that she must take the nurse into her confidence. \u201cI have made a really important discovery. Did Cutty say when he would return?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. I am not in his confidence to that extent. But I do know that you assumed unnecessary risks in coming here.\u201d\n\nKitty shrugged and produced the wallet. \u201cIs Mr. Hawksley awake?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt appears that he left this wallet in my kitchen that night. It might buck him up if I gave it to him.\u201d\n\nThe nurse, eyeing the lovely animated face, conceded that it might. \u201cCome, I've been trying futilely to read him asleep, but he is restless. No excitement, please.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo. I am not in his confidence to that extent. But I do know that you assumed unnecessary risks in coming here.\u201d", "context": "As Kitty stepped out into the corridor a wave of confusion assailed her. She hadn't planned against Cutty's absence. There was nothing she could say to the nurse; and if Johnny Two-Hawks was asleep -- why, all she could do would be to curl up on a divan and await Cutty's return.\n\nThe nurse appeared. \u201cYou, Miss Conover?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d Kitty realized at once that she must take the nurse into her confidence. \u201cI have made a really important discovery. Did Cutty say when he would return?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. I am not in his confidence to that extent. But I do know that you assumed unnecessary risks in coming here.\u201d\n\nKitty shrugged and produced the wallet. \u201cIs Mr. Hawksley awake?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt appears that he left this wallet in my kitchen that night. It might buck him up if I gave it to him.\u201d\n\nThe nurse, eyeing the lovely animated face, conceded that it might. \u201cCome, I've been trying futilely to read him asleep, but he is restless. No excitement, please.\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll try not to. Perhaps, after all, you had better give him the wallet.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIs Mr. Hawksley awake?\u201d", "context": "As Kitty stepped out into the corridor a wave of confusion assailed her. She hadn't planned against Cutty's absence. There was nothing she could say to the nurse; and if Johnny Two-Hawks was asleep -- why, all she could do would be to curl up on a divan and await Cutty's return.\n\nThe nurse appeared. \u201cYou, Miss Conover?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d Kitty realized at once that she must take the nurse into her confidence. \u201cI have made a really important discovery. Did Cutty say when he would return?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. I am not in his confidence to that extent. But I do know that you assumed unnecessary risks in coming here.\u201d\n\nKitty shrugged and produced the wallet. \u201cIs Mr. Hawksley awake?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt appears that he left this wallet in my kitchen that night. It might buck him up if I gave it to him.\u201d\n\nThe nurse, eyeing the lovely animated face, conceded that it might. \u201cCome, I've been trying futilely to read him asleep, but he is restless. No excitement, please.\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll try not to. Perhaps, after all, you had better give him the wallet.\u201d\n\n\u201cOn the contrary, that would start a series of questions I could not answer. Come along.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt appears that he left this wallet in my kitchen that night. It might buck him up if I gave it to him.\u201d", "context": "As Kitty stepped out into the corridor a wave of confusion assailed her. She hadn't planned against Cutty's absence. There was nothing she could say to the nurse; and if Johnny Two-Hawks was asleep -- why, all she could do would be to curl up on a divan and await Cutty's return.\n\nThe nurse appeared. \u201cYou, Miss Conover?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes.\u201d Kitty realized at once that she must take the nurse into her confidence. \u201cI have made a really important discovery. Did Cutty say when he would return?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. I am not in his confidence to that extent. But I do know that you assumed unnecessary risks in coming here.\u201d\n\nKitty shrugged and produced the wallet. \u201cIs Mr. Hawksley awake?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt appears that he left this wallet in my kitchen that night. It might buck him up if I gave it to him.\u201d\n\nThe nurse, eyeing the lovely animated face, conceded that it might. \u201cCome, I've been trying futilely to read him asleep, but he is restless. No excitement, please.\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll try not to. Perhaps, after all, you had better give him the wallet.\u201d\n\n\u201cOn the contrary, that would start a series of questions I could not answer. Come along.\u201d\n\nWhen Kitty saw Hawksley she gave a little gasp of astonishment. Why, he was positively handsome! His dark head, standing out boldly against the bolstering pillows, the fine lines of his face definite, the pallor -- he was like a Roman cameo. Who and what could he be, this picturesque foundling?"}, {"quote": "\u201cCome, I've been trying futilely to read him asleep, but he is restless. No excitement, please.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI have made a really important discovery. Did Cutty say when he would return?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. I am not in his confidence to that extent. But I do know that you assumed unnecessary risks in coming here.\u201d\n\nKitty shrugged and produced the wallet. \u201cIs Mr. Hawksley awake?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt appears that he left this wallet in my kitchen that night. It might buck him up if I gave it to him.\u201d\n\nThe nurse, eyeing the lovely animated face, conceded that it might. \u201cCome, I've been trying futilely to read him asleep, but he is restless. No excitement, please.\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll try not to. Perhaps, after all, you had better give him the wallet.\u201d\n\n\u201cOn the contrary, that would start a series of questions I could not answer. Come along.\u201d\n\nWhen Kitty saw Hawksley she gave a little gasp of astonishment. Why, he was positively handsome! His dark head, standing out boldly against the bolstering pillows, the fine lines of his face definite, the pallor -- he was like a Roman cameo. Who and what could he be, this picturesque foundling?"}, {"quote": "\u201cI'll try not to. Perhaps, after all, you had better give him the wallet.\u201d", "context": "\u201cNo. I am not in his confidence to that extent. But I do know that you assumed unnecessary risks in coming here.\u201d\n\nKitty shrugged and produced the wallet. \u201cIs Mr. Hawksley awake?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt appears that he left this wallet in my kitchen that night. It might buck him up if I gave it to him.\u201d\n\nThe nurse, eyeing the lovely animated face, conceded that it might. \u201cCome, I've been trying futilely to read him asleep, but he is restless. No excitement, please.\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll try not to. Perhaps, after all, you had better give him the wallet.\u201d\n\n\u201cOn the contrary, that would start a series of questions I could not answer. Come along.\u201d\n\nWhen Kitty saw Hawksley she gave a little gasp of astonishment. Why, he was positively handsome! His dark head, standing out boldly against the bolstering pillows, the fine lines of his face definite, the pallor -- he was like a Roman cameo. Who and what could he be, this picturesque foundling?\n\nHis glance flashed into hers delightedly. For hours and hours the constant wonder where she was, why no one mentioned her, why they evaded his apparently casual questions. To burst upon his vision in the nadir of his boredom and loneliness like this! She was glorious, this American girl. She made him think of a golden scabbard housing a fine Toledo blade. Hadn't she saved his life? More, hadn't she assumed a responsibility in so doing? Instantly he purposed that she should not be permitted to resign the office of good Samaritan. He motioned toward the nurse's chair; and Kitty sat down, her errand in total eclipse."}, {"quote": "\u201cOn the contrary, that would start a series of questions I could not answer. Come along.\u201d", "context": "Kitty shrugged and produced the wallet. \u201cIs Mr. Hawksley awake?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt appears that he left this wallet in my kitchen that night. It might buck him up if I gave it to him.\u201d\n\nThe nurse, eyeing the lovely animated face, conceded that it might. \u201cCome, I've been trying futilely to read him asleep, but he is restless. No excitement, please.\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll try not to. Perhaps, after all, you had better give him the wallet.\u201d\n\n\u201cOn the contrary, that would start a series of questions I could not answer. Come along.\u201d\n\nWhen Kitty saw Hawksley she gave a little gasp of astonishment. Why, he was positively handsome! His dark head, standing out boldly against the bolstering pillows, the fine lines of his face definite, the pallor -- he was like a Roman cameo. Who and what could he be, this picturesque foundling?\n\nHis glance flashed into hers delightedly. For hours and hours the constant wonder where she was, why no one mentioned her, why they evaded his apparently casual questions. To burst upon his vision in the nadir of his boredom and loneliness like this! She was glorious, this American girl. She made him think of a golden scabbard housing a fine Toledo blade. Hadn't she saved his life? More, hadn't she assumed a responsibility in so doing? Instantly he purposed that she should not be permitted to resign the office of good Samaritan. He motioned toward the nurse's chair; and Kitty sat down, her errand in total eclipse."}, {"quote": "\u201cJust when I never felt so lonely! Ripping!\u201d", "context": "His glance flashed into hers delightedly. For hours and hours the constant wonder where she was, why no one mentioned her, why they evaded his apparently casual questions. To burst upon his vision in the nadir of his boredom and loneliness like this! She was glorious, this American girl. She made him think of a golden scabbard housing a fine Toledo blade. Hadn't she saved his life? More, hadn't she assumed a responsibility in so doing? Instantly he purposed that she should not be permitted to resign the office of good Samaritan. He motioned toward the nurse's chair; and Kitty sat down, her errand in total eclipse.\n\n\u201cJust when I never felt so lonely! Ripping!\u201d\n\nHis quick smile was so engaging that Kitty answered it -- kindred spirits, subconsciously recognizing each other. Fire; but neither of them knew that; or that two lonely human beings of opposite sex, in touch, constitute a first-rate combustible.\n\nQuietly the nurse withdrew. There would be a tonic in this meeting for the patient. Her own presence might neutralize the effect. She had not spent all those dreadful months in base hospitals without acquiring a keen insight into the needs of sick men. No harm in letting him have this pretty, self-reliant girl alone to himself for a quarter of an hour. She would then return with some broth."}, {"quote": "\u201cHow -- how are you?", "context": "His quick smile was so engaging that Kitty answered it -- kindred spirits, subconsciously recognizing each other. Fire; but neither of them knew that; or that two lonely human beings of opposite sex, in touch, constitute a first-rate combustible.\n\nQuietly the nurse withdrew. There would be a tonic in this meeting for the patient. Her own presence might neutralize the effect. She had not spent all those dreadful months in base hospitals without acquiring a keen insight into the needs of sick men. No harm in letting him have this pretty, self-reliant girl alone to himself for a quarter of an hour. She would then return with some broth.\n\n\u201cHow -- how are you?\u201d asked Kitty, inanely.\n\n\u201cTop-hole, considering. Quite ready to be killed all over again.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mustn't talk like that!\u201d she protested.\n\n\u201cOnly to show you I was bucking up. Thank you for doing what you did.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had to do it.\u201d\n\n\u201cMost women would have run away and left me to my fate.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot my kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cRather not! Your kind would risk its neck to help a stray cat. I say, what's that you have in your hand?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cTop-hole, considering. Quite ready to be killed all over again.\u201d", "context": "His quick smile was so engaging that Kitty answered it -- kindred spirits, subconsciously recognizing each other. Fire; but neither of them knew that; or that two lonely human beings of opposite sex, in touch, constitute a first-rate combustible.\n\nQuietly the nurse withdrew. There would be a tonic in this meeting for the patient. Her own presence might neutralize the effect. She had not spent all those dreadful months in base hospitals without acquiring a keen insight into the needs of sick men. No harm in letting him have this pretty, self-reliant girl alone to himself for a quarter of an hour. She would then return with some broth.\n\n\u201cHow -- how are you?\u201d asked Kitty, inanely.\n\n\u201cTop-hole, considering. Quite ready to be killed all over again.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mustn't talk like that!\u201d she protested.\n\n\u201cOnly to show you I was bucking up. Thank you for doing what you did.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had to do it.\u201d\n\n\u201cMost women would have run away and left me to my fate.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot my kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cRather not! Your kind would risk its neck to help a stray cat. I say, what's that you have in your hand?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious!\u201d Kitty extended the wallet. \u201cIt is yours, isn't it?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou mustn't talk like that!", "context": "Quietly the nurse withdrew. There would be a tonic in this meeting for the patient. Her own presence might neutralize the effect. She had not spent all those dreadful months in base hospitals without acquiring a keen insight into the needs of sick men. No harm in letting him have this pretty, self-reliant girl alone to himself for a quarter of an hour. She would then return with some broth.\n\n\u201cHow -- how are you?\u201d asked Kitty, inanely.\n\n\u201cTop-hole, considering. Quite ready to be killed all over again.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mustn't talk like that!\u201d she protested.\n\n\u201cOnly to show you I was bucking up. Thank you for doing what you did.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had to do it.\u201d\n\n\u201cMost women would have run away and left me to my fate.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot my kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cRather not! Your kind would risk its neck to help a stray cat. I say, what's that you have in your hand?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious!\u201d Kitty extended the wallet. \u201cIt is yours, isn't it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I wanted you to bring it to me the way you have. If I hadn't come back -- out of that -- it was to be yours.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cOnly to show you I was bucking up. Thank you for doing what you did.\u201d", "context": "Quietly the nurse withdrew. There would be a tonic in this meeting for the patient. Her own presence might neutralize the effect. She had not spent all those dreadful months in base hospitals without acquiring a keen insight into the needs of sick men. No harm in letting him have this pretty, self-reliant girl alone to himself for a quarter of an hour. She would then return with some broth.\n\n\u201cHow -- how are you?\u201d asked Kitty, inanely.\n\n\u201cTop-hole, considering. Quite ready to be killed all over again.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mustn't talk like that!\u201d she protested.\n\n\u201cOnly to show you I was bucking up. Thank you for doing what you did.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had to do it.\u201d\n\n\u201cMost women would have run away and left me to my fate.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot my kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cRather not! Your kind would risk its neck to help a stray cat. I say, what's that you have in your hand?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious!\u201d Kitty extended the wallet. \u201cIt is yours, isn't it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I wanted you to bring it to me the way you have. If I hadn't come back -- out of that -- it was to be yours.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI had to do it.\u201d", "context": "Quietly the nurse withdrew. There would be a tonic in this meeting for the patient. Her own presence might neutralize the effect. She had not spent all those dreadful months in base hospitals without acquiring a keen insight into the needs of sick men. No harm in letting him have this pretty, self-reliant girl alone to himself for a quarter of an hour. She would then return with some broth.\n\n\u201cHow -- how are you?\u201d asked Kitty, inanely.\n\n\u201cTop-hole, considering. Quite ready to be killed all over again.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mustn't talk like that!\u201d she protested.\n\n\u201cOnly to show you I was bucking up. Thank you for doing what you did.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had to do it.\u201d\n\n\u201cMost women would have run away and left me to my fate.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot my kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cRather not! Your kind would risk its neck to help a stray cat. I say, what's that you have in your hand?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious!\u201d Kitty extended the wallet. \u201cIt is yours, isn't it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I wanted you to bring it to me the way you have. If I hadn't come back -- out of that -- it was to be yours.\u201d\n\n\u201cMine?\u201d -- dumfounded. \u201cBut -- -- \u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cMost women would have run away and left me to my fate.\u201d", "context": "Quietly the nurse withdrew. There would be a tonic in this meeting for the patient. Her own presence might neutralize the effect. She had not spent all those dreadful months in base hospitals without acquiring a keen insight into the needs of sick men. No harm in letting him have this pretty, self-reliant girl alone to himself for a quarter of an hour. She would then return with some broth.\n\n\u201cHow -- how are you?\u201d asked Kitty, inanely.\n\n\u201cTop-hole, considering. Quite ready to be killed all over again.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mustn't talk like that!\u201d she protested.\n\n\u201cOnly to show you I was bucking up. Thank you for doing what you did.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had to do it.\u201d\n\n\u201cMost women would have run away and left me to my fate.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot my kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cRather not! Your kind would risk its neck to help a stray cat. I say, what's that you have in your hand?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious!\u201d Kitty extended the wallet. \u201cIt is yours, isn't it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I wanted you to bring it to me the way you have. If I hadn't come back -- out of that -- it was to be yours.\u201d\n\n\u201cMine?\u201d -- dumfounded. \u201cBut -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhy not? Gregor gone, there wasn't a soul in the world. I was hungry, and you gave me food. I wanted that to pay you. I'll wager you've never looked into it.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNot my kind.\u201d", "context": "Quietly the nurse withdrew. There would be a tonic in this meeting for the patient. Her own presence might neutralize the effect. She had not spent all those dreadful months in base hospitals without acquiring a keen insight into the needs of sick men. No harm in letting him have this pretty, self-reliant girl alone to himself for a quarter of an hour. She would then return with some broth.\n\n\u201cHow -- how are you?\u201d asked Kitty, inanely.\n\n\u201cTop-hole, considering. Quite ready to be killed all over again.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mustn't talk like that!\u201d she protested.\n\n\u201cOnly to show you I was bucking up. Thank you for doing what you did.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had to do it.\u201d\n\n\u201cMost women would have run away and left me to my fate.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot my kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cRather not! Your kind would risk its neck to help a stray cat. I say, what's that you have in your hand?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious!\u201d Kitty extended the wallet. \u201cIt is yours, isn't it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I wanted you to bring it to me the way you have. If I hadn't come back -- out of that -- it was to be yours.\u201d\n\n\u201cMine?\u201d -- dumfounded. \u201cBut -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhy not? Gregor gone, there wasn't a soul in the world. I was hungry, and you gave me food. I wanted that to pay you. I'll wager you've never looked into it.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cRather not! Your kind would risk its neck to help a stray cat. I say, what's that you have in your hand?\u201d", "context": "Quietly the nurse withdrew. There would be a tonic in this meeting for the patient. Her own presence might neutralize the effect. She had not spent all those dreadful months in base hospitals without acquiring a keen insight into the needs of sick men. No harm in letting him have this pretty, self-reliant girl alone to himself for a quarter of an hour. She would then return with some broth.\n\n\u201cHow -- how are you?\u201d asked Kitty, inanely.\n\n\u201cTop-hole, considering. Quite ready to be killed all over again.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mustn't talk like that!\u201d she protested.\n\n\u201cOnly to show you I was bucking up. Thank you for doing what you did.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had to do it.\u201d\n\n\u201cMost women would have run away and left me to my fate.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot my kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cRather not! Your kind would risk its neck to help a stray cat. I say, what's that you have in your hand?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious!\u201d Kitty extended the wallet. \u201cIt is yours, isn't it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I wanted you to bring it to me the way you have. If I hadn't come back -- out of that -- it was to be yours.\u201d\n\n\u201cMine?\u201d -- dumfounded. \u201cBut -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhy not? Gregor gone, there wasn't a soul in the world. I was hungry, and you gave me food. I wanted that to pay you. I'll wager you've never looked into it.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt is yours, isn't it?\u201d", "context": "\u201cTop-hole, considering. Quite ready to be killed all over again.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mustn't talk like that!\u201d she protested.\n\n\u201cOnly to show you I was bucking up. Thank you for doing what you did.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had to do it.\u201d\n\n\u201cMost women would have run away and left me to my fate.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot my kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cRather not! Your kind would risk its neck to help a stray cat. I say, what's that you have in your hand?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious!\u201d Kitty extended the wallet. \u201cIt is yours, isn't it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I wanted you to bring it to me the way you have. If I hadn't come back -- out of that -- it was to be yours.\u201d\n\n\u201cMine?\u201d -- dumfounded. \u201cBut -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhy not? Gregor gone, there wasn't a soul in the world. I was hungry, and you gave me food. I wanted that to pay you. I'll wager you've never looked into it.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had no right to.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee!\u201d He opened the wallet and spread the contents on the counterpane."}, {"quote": "\u201cYes. I wanted you to bring it to me the way you have. If I hadn't come back -- out of that -- it was to be yours.\u201d", "context": "\u201cYou mustn't talk like that!\u201d she protested.\n\n\u201cOnly to show you I was bucking up. Thank you for doing what you did.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had to do it.\u201d\n\n\u201cMost women would have run away and left me to my fate.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot my kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cRather not! Your kind would risk its neck to help a stray cat. I say, what's that you have in your hand?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious!\u201d Kitty extended the wallet. \u201cIt is yours, isn't it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I wanted you to bring it to me the way you have. If I hadn't come back -- out of that -- it was to be yours.\u201d\n\n\u201cMine?\u201d -- dumfounded. \u201cBut -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhy not? Gregor gone, there wasn't a soul in the world. I was hungry, and you gave me food. I wanted that to pay you. I'll wager you've never looked into it.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had no right to.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee!\u201d He opened the wallet and spread the contents on the counterpane. \u201cI wasn't so stony as you thought. What? Cash and unregistered bonds. They would have been yours absolutely.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhy not? Gregor gone, there wasn't a soul in the world. I was hungry, and you gave me food. I wanted that to pay you. I'll wager you've never looked into it.\u201d", "context": "\u201cMost women would have run away and left me to my fate.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot my kind.\u201d\n\n\u201cRather not! Your kind would risk its neck to help a stray cat. I say, what's that you have in your hand?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious!\u201d Kitty extended the wallet. \u201cIt is yours, isn't it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I wanted you to bring it to me the way you have. If I hadn't come back -- out of that -- it was to be yours.\u201d\n\n\u201cMine?\u201d -- dumfounded. \u201cBut -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhy not? Gregor gone, there wasn't a soul in the world. I was hungry, and you gave me food. I wanted that to pay you. I'll wager you've never looked into it.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had no right to.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee!\u201d He opened the wallet and spread the contents on the counterpane. \u201cI wasn't so stony as you thought. What? Cash and unregistered bonds. They would have been yours absolutely.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut I don't -- I can't quite,\u201d Kitty stammered -- \u201cbut I couldn't have kept them!\u201d\n\n\u201cPositively yes. You would have shown them to that ripping guardian of yours, and he would have made you see.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed, yes! He would have been scared to death. You poor man, can't you see? Circumstantial evidence that I had killed you!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI had no right to.\u201d", "context": "\u201cGood gracious!\u201d Kitty extended the wallet. \u201cIt is yours, isn't it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes. I wanted you to bring it to me the way you have. If I hadn't come back -- out of that -- it was to be yours.\u201d\n\n\u201cMine?\u201d -- dumfounded. \u201cBut -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhy not? Gregor gone, there wasn't a soul in the world. I was hungry, and you gave me food. I wanted that to pay you. I'll wager you've never looked into it.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had no right to.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee!\u201d He opened the wallet and spread the contents on the counterpane. \u201cI wasn't so stony as you thought. What? Cash and unregistered bonds. They would have been yours absolutely.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut I don't -- I can't quite,\u201d Kitty stammered -- \u201cbut I couldn't have kept them!\u201d\n\n\u201cPositively yes. You would have shown them to that ripping guardian of yours, and he would have made you see.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed, yes! He would have been scared to death. You poor man, can't you see? Circumstantial evidence that I had killed you!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI wasn't so stony as you thought. What? Cash and unregistered bonds. They would have been yours absolutely.\u201d", "context": "\u201cYes. I wanted you to bring it to me the way you have. If I hadn't come back -- out of that -- it was to be yours.\u201d\n\n\u201cMine?\u201d -- dumfounded. \u201cBut -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhy not? Gregor gone, there wasn't a soul in the world. I was hungry, and you gave me food. I wanted that to pay you. I'll wager you've never looked into it.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had no right to.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee!\u201d He opened the wallet and spread the contents on the counterpane. \u201cI wasn't so stony as you thought. What? Cash and unregistered bonds. They would have been yours absolutely.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut I don't -- I can't quite,\u201d Kitty stammered -- \u201cbut I couldn't have kept them!\u201d\n\n\u201cPositively yes. You would have shown them to that ripping guardian of yours, and he would have made you see.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed, yes! He would have been scared to death. You poor man, can't you see? Circumstantial evidence that I had killed you!\u201d\n\n\u201cGood Lord! And you're right, too! So it goes. You can't do anything you want to do. The good Samaritan is never requited; and I wanted to break the rule. Lord, what a bally mix-up I'd have tumbled you in! I forgot that you were you, that you would have gone straight to the authorities. Of course I knew if I pulled through and you found the wallet you would bring it to me.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut I don't -- I can't quite,", "context": "\u201cMine?\u201d -- dumfounded. \u201cBut -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhy not? Gregor gone, there wasn't a soul in the world. I was hungry, and you gave me food. I wanted that to pay you. I'll wager you've never looked into it.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had no right to.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee!\u201d He opened the wallet and spread the contents on the counterpane. \u201cI wasn't so stony as you thought. What? Cash and unregistered bonds. They would have been yours absolutely.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut I don't -- I can't quite,\u201d Kitty stammered -- \u201cbut I couldn't have kept them!\u201d\n\n\u201cPositively yes. You would have shown them to that ripping guardian of yours, and he would have made you see.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed, yes! He would have been scared to death. You poor man, can't you see? Circumstantial evidence that I had killed you!\u201d\n\n\u201cGood Lord! And you're right, too! So it goes. You can't do anything you want to do. The good Samaritan is never requited; and I wanted to break the rule. Lord, what a bally mix-up I'd have tumbled you in! I forgot that you were you, that you would have gone straight to the authorities. Of course I knew if I pulled through and you found the wallet you would bring it to me.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cbut I couldn't have kept them!\u201d", "context": "\u201cWhy not? Gregor gone, there wasn't a soul in the world. I was hungry, and you gave me food. I wanted that to pay you. I'll wager you've never looked into it.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had no right to.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee!\u201d He opened the wallet and spread the contents on the counterpane. \u201cI wasn't so stony as you thought. What? Cash and unregistered bonds. They would have been yours absolutely.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut I don't -- I can't quite,\u201d Kitty stammered -- \u201cbut I couldn't have kept them!\u201d\n\n\u201cPositively yes. You would have shown them to that ripping guardian of yours, and he would have made you see.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed, yes! He would have been scared to death. You poor man, can't you see? Circumstantial evidence that I had killed you!\u201d\n\n\u201cGood Lord! And you're right, too! So it goes. You can't do anything you want to do. The good Samaritan is never requited; and I wanted to break the rule. Lord, what a bally mix-up I'd have tumbled you in! I forgot that you were you, that you would have gone straight to the authorities. Of course I knew if I pulled through and you found the wallet you would bring it to me.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cPositively yes. You would have shown them to that ripping guardian of yours, and he would have made you see.\u201d", "context": "\u201cWhy not? Gregor gone, there wasn't a soul in the world. I was hungry, and you gave me food. I wanted that to pay you. I'll wager you've never looked into it.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had no right to.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee!\u201d He opened the wallet and spread the contents on the counterpane. \u201cI wasn't so stony as you thought. What? Cash and unregistered bonds. They would have been yours absolutely.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut I don't -- I can't quite,\u201d Kitty stammered -- \u201cbut I couldn't have kept them!\u201d\n\n\u201cPositively yes. You would have shown them to that ripping guardian of yours, and he would have made you see.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed, yes! He would have been scared to death. You poor man, can't you see? Circumstantial evidence that I had killed you!\u201d\n\n\u201cGood Lord! And you're right, too! So it goes. You can't do anything you want to do. The good Samaritan is never requited; and I wanted to break the rule. Lord, what a bally mix-up I'd have tumbled you in! I forgot that you were you, that you would have gone straight to the authorities. Of course I knew if I pulled through and you found the wallet you would bring it to me.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIndeed, yes! He would have been scared to death. You poor man, can't you see? Circumstantial evidence that I had killed you!\u201d", "context": "\u201cWhy not? Gregor gone, there wasn't a soul in the world. I was hungry, and you gave me food. I wanted that to pay you. I'll wager you've never looked into it.\u201d\n\n\u201cI had no right to.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee!\u201d He opened the wallet and spread the contents on the counterpane. \u201cI wasn't so stony as you thought. What? Cash and unregistered bonds. They would have been yours absolutely.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut I don't -- I can't quite,\u201d Kitty stammered -- \u201cbut I couldn't have kept them!\u201d\n\n\u201cPositively yes. You would have shown them to that ripping guardian of yours, and he would have made you see.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed, yes! He would have been scared to death. You poor man, can't you see? Circumstantial evidence that I had killed you!\u201d\n\n\u201cGood Lord! And you're right, too! So it goes. You can't do anything you want to do. The good Samaritan is never requited; and I wanted to break the rule. Lord, what a bally mix-up I'd have tumbled you in! I forgot that you were you, that you would have gone straight to the authorities. Of course I knew if I pulled through and you found the wallet you would bring it to me.\u201d\n\nKitty no longer had a foot on earth. She floated. Her brain floated, too, because she could not make it think coherently for her. A fortune -- for a dish of bacon and eggs! The magnificence, the utter prodigality of such generosity! For a dish of bacon and eggs and a bottle of milk! Had she left home? Hadn't she fallen asleep, the victim of another nightmare? A corner of the atmosphere cleared a little. A desire took form; she wanted the nurse to come back and stabilize things. In a wavering blur she saw the odd young man restore the money and bonds and other documents to the wallet."}, {"quote": "\u201cGood Lord! And you're right, too! So it goes. You can't do anything you want to do. The good Samaritan is never requited; and I wanted to break the rule. Lord, what a bally mix-up I'd have tumbled you in! I forgot that you were you, that you would have gone straight to the authorities. Of course I knew if I pulled through and you found the wallet you would bring it to me.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI wasn't so stony as you thought. What? Cash and unregistered bonds. They would have been yours absolutely.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut I don't -- I can't quite,\u201d Kitty stammered -- \u201cbut I couldn't have kept them!\u201d\n\n\u201cPositively yes. You would have shown them to that ripping guardian of yours, and he would have made you see.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed, yes! He would have been scared to death. You poor man, can't you see? Circumstantial evidence that I had killed you!\u201d\n\n\u201cGood Lord! And you're right, too! So it goes. You can't do anything you want to do. The good Samaritan is never requited; and I wanted to break the rule. Lord, what a bally mix-up I'd have tumbled you in! I forgot that you were you, that you would have gone straight to the authorities. Of course I knew if I pulled through and you found the wallet you would bring it to me.\u201d\n\nKitty no longer had a foot on earth. She floated. Her brain floated, too, because she could not make it think coherently for her. A fortune -- for a dish of bacon and eggs! The magnificence, the utter prodigality of such generosity! For a dish of bacon and eggs and a bottle of milk! Had she left home? Hadn't she fallen asleep, the victim of another nightmare? A corner of the atmosphere cleared a little. A desire took form; she wanted the nurse to come back and stabilize things. In a wavering blur she saw the odd young man restore the money and bonds and other documents to the wallet."}, {"quote": "\u201cI want you to give this to your guardian when he comes in. I want him to understand. I say, you know, I'm going to love that old thoroughbred! He's fine. Fancy his carrying me on his shoulders and eventually bringing me up here among the clouds! Americans.... Are you all like that? And you!\u201d", "context": "Kitty no longer had a foot on earth. She floated. Her brain floated, too, because she could not make it think coherently for her. A fortune -- for a dish of bacon and eggs! The magnificence, the utter prodigality of such generosity! For a dish of bacon and eggs and a bottle of milk! Had she left home? Hadn't she fallen asleep, the victim of another nightmare? A corner of the atmosphere cleared a little. A desire took form; she wanted the nurse to come back and stabilize things. In a wavering blur she saw the odd young man restore the money and bonds and other documents to the wallet.\n\n\u201cI want you to give this to your guardian when he comes in. I want him to understand. I say, you know, I'm going to love that old thoroughbred! He's fine. Fancy his carrying me on his shoulders and eventually bringing me up here among the clouds! Americans.... Are you all like that? And you!\u201d\n\nKitty's brain began to make preparations to alight, as it were. Cutty. That gave her a touch of earth. She heard herself say faintly: \u201cAnd what about me?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou were brave and kind. To help an unknown, friendless beggar like that, when you should have turned him over to the police! Makes me feel a bit stuffy. They left me for dead. I wonder -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d\n\n\u201cIf -- it wouldn't have been just as well!\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mustn't talk like that! You just mustn't! You're with friends, real friends, who want to help you all they can"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd what about me?\u201d", "context": "\u201cI want you to give this to your guardian when he comes in. I want him to understand. I say, you know, I'm going to love that old thoroughbred! He's fine. Fancy his carrying me on his shoulders and eventually bringing me up here among the clouds! Americans.... Are you all like that? And you!\u201d\n\nKitty's brain began to make preparations to alight, as it were. Cutty. That gave her a touch of earth. She heard herself say faintly: \u201cAnd what about me?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou were brave and kind. To help an unknown, friendless beggar like that, when you should have turned him over to the police! Makes me feel a bit stuffy. They left me for dead. I wonder -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d\n\n\u201cIf -- it wouldn't have been just as well!\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mustn't talk like that! You just mustn't! You're with friends, real friends, who want to help you all they can.\u201d And then with a little flash of forced humour, because of the recurrent tightening in her throat --"}, {"quote": "\u201cIf -- it wouldn't have been just as well!\u201d", "context": "\u201cI want you to give this to your guardian when he comes in. I want him to understand. I say, you know, I'm going to love that old thoroughbred! He's fine. Fancy his carrying me on his shoulders and eventually bringing me up here among the clouds! Americans.... Are you all like that? And you!\u201d\n\nKitty's brain began to make preparations to alight, as it were. Cutty. That gave her a touch of earth. She heard herself say faintly: \u201cAnd what about me?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou were brave and kind. To help an unknown, friendless beggar like that, when you should have turned him over to the police! Makes me feel a bit stuffy. They left me for dead. I wonder -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d\n\n\u201cIf -- it wouldn't have been just as well!\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mustn't talk like that! You just mustn't! You're with friends, real friends, who want to help you all they can.\u201d And then with a little flash of forced humour, because of the recurrent tightening in her throat -- \u201cWho could be friendless, with all that money?\u201d Instantly she felt like biting her tongue. He would know nothing of the sad American habit of trying to be funny to keep a wobbly situation on its legs. He would interpret it as heartlessness."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou mustn't talk like that! You just mustn't! You're with friends, real friends, who want to help you all they can.", "context": "Kitty's brain began to make preparations to alight, as it were. Cutty. That gave her a touch of earth. She heard herself say faintly: \u201cAnd what about me?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou were brave and kind. To help an unknown, friendless beggar like that, when you should have turned him over to the police! Makes me feel a bit stuffy. They left me for dead. I wonder -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d\n\n\u201cIf -- it wouldn't have been just as well!\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mustn't talk like that! You just mustn't! You're with friends, real friends, who want to help you all they can.\u201d And then with a little flash of forced humour, because of the recurrent tightening in her throat -- \u201cWho could be friendless, with all that money?\u201d Instantly she felt like biting her tongue. He would know nothing of the sad American habit of trying to be funny to keep a wobbly situation on its legs. He would interpret it as heartlessness. \u201cI didn't mean that!\u201d With the Irish impulsiveness which generally weighs acts in retrospection, she reached over and gripped his hand."}, {"quote": "\u201cWho could be friendless, with all that money?", "context": "\u201cYou were brave and kind. To help an unknown, friendless beggar like that, when you should have turned him over to the police! Makes me feel a bit stuffy. They left me for dead. I wonder -- \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d\n\n\u201cIf -- it wouldn't have been just as well!\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mustn't talk like that! You just mustn't! You're with friends, real friends, who want to help you all they can.\u201d And then with a little flash of forced humour, because of the recurrent tightening in her throat -- \u201cWho could be friendless, with all that money?\u201d Instantly she felt like biting her tongue. He would know nothing of the sad American habit of trying to be funny to keep a wobbly situation on its legs. He would interpret it as heartlessness. \u201cI didn't mean that!\u201d With the Irish impulsiveness which generally weighs acts in retrospection, she reached over and gripped his hand.\n\n\u201cI say, you two!\u201d Hawksley closed his eyes for a second. \u201cWanting to buck up a chap because you re that sort! All right. I'll stick it out! You two! And I might be the worst scoundrel unhung!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI didn't mean that!", "context": "\u201cYou mustn't talk like that! You just mustn't! You're with friends, real friends, who want to help you all they can.\u201d And then with a little flash of forced humour, because of the recurrent tightening in her throat -- \u201cWho could be friendless, with all that money?\u201d Instantly she felt like biting her tongue. He would know nothing of the sad American habit of trying to be funny to keep a wobbly situation on its legs. He would interpret it as heartlessness. \u201cI didn't mean that!\u201d With the Irish impulsiveness which generally weighs acts in retrospection, she reached over and gripped his hand.\n\n\u201cI say, you two!\u201d Hawksley closed his eyes for a second. \u201cWanting to buck up a chap because you re that sort! All right. I'll stick it out! You two! And I might be the worst scoundrel unhung!\u201d\n\nHe drew her hand toward his lips, and Kitty had not the power to resist him. She felt strangely theatrical, a character in a play; for American men, except in playful burlesque, never kissed their women's hands. The moment he released the hand the old wave of hysteria rolled over her. She must fly. The desire to weep, little fool that she was! was breaking through her defences. Loneliness. The two of them all alone but for Cutty. She rose, crushing the wallet in her hand."}, {"quote": "\u201cI say, you two!", "context": "\u201d And then with a little flash of forced humour, because of the recurrent tightening in her throat -- \u201cWho could be friendless, with all that money?\u201d Instantly she felt like biting her tongue. He would know nothing of the sad American habit of trying to be funny to keep a wobbly situation on its legs. He would interpret it as heartlessness. \u201cI didn't mean that!\u201d With the Irish impulsiveness which generally weighs acts in retrospection, she reached over and gripped his hand.\n\n\u201cI say, you two!\u201d Hawksley closed his eyes for a second. \u201cWanting to buck up a chap because you re that sort! All right. I'll stick it out! You two! And I might be the worst scoundrel unhung!\u201d\n\nHe drew her hand toward his lips, and Kitty had not the power to resist him. She felt strangely theatrical, a character in a play; for American men, except in playful burlesque, never kissed their women's hands. The moment he released the hand the old wave of hysteria rolled over her. She must fly. The desire to weep, little fool that she was! was breaking through her defences. Loneliness. The two of them all alone but for Cutty. She rose, crushing the wallet in her hand."}, {"quote": "\u201cWanting to buck up a chap because you re that sort! All right. I'll stick it out! You two! And I might be the worst scoundrel unhung!\u201d", "context": "\u201d And then with a little flash of forced humour, because of the recurrent tightening in her throat -- \u201cWho could be friendless, with all that money?\u201d Instantly she felt like biting her tongue. He would know nothing of the sad American habit of trying to be funny to keep a wobbly situation on its legs. He would interpret it as heartlessness. \u201cI didn't mean that!\u201d With the Irish impulsiveness which generally weighs acts in retrospection, she reached over and gripped his hand.\n\n\u201cI say, you two!\u201d Hawksley closed his eyes for a second. \u201cWanting to buck up a chap because you re that sort! All right. I'll stick it out! You two! And I might be the worst scoundrel unhung!\u201d\n\nHe drew her hand toward his lips, and Kitty had not the power to resist him. She felt strangely theatrical, a character in a play; for American men, except in playful burlesque, never kissed their women's hands. The moment he released the hand the old wave of hysteria rolled over her. She must fly. The desire to weep, little fool that she was! was breaking through her defences. Loneliness. The two of them all alone but for Cutty. She rose, crushing the wallet in her hand."}, {"quote": "\u201cOh, I say, now! Please!", "context": "He drew her hand toward his lips, and Kitty had not the power to resist him. She felt strangely theatrical, a character in a play; for American men, except in playful burlesque, never kissed their women's hands. The moment he released the hand the old wave of hysteria rolled over her. She must fly. The desire to weep, little fool that she was! was breaking through her defences. Loneliness. The two of them all alone but for Cutty. She rose, crushing the wallet in her hand.\n\nAh, never had she needed that darling mother of hers so much as now. Tears did not seem to afford relief when one shed them into handkerchiefs and pillows. But on that gentle bosom, to let loose this brimming flood, to hear the tender voice consoling!\n\n\u201cOh, I say, now! Please!\u201d she heard Johnny Two-Hawks cry out.\n\nBut she rushed on blindly, knocking against the door jamb and almost upsetting the nurse, who was returning. Somehow she managed to reach the living room, glad it was dark. Alter sundry reaching about she found the divan and flung herself upon it. What would he think? What would the nurse think? That Kitty Conover had suddenly gone stark, raving crazy! And now that she was in the dark, alone, the desire to weep passed over and she lay quietly with her face buried in the pillow. But not for long."}, {"quote": "\u201cMiss Conover?", "context": "She sat up. Music -- violin music! A gay waltz that made her think of flashing water, the laughter of children. Tschaikowsky. Thrilled, she waited for the finale. Silence. Scharwenka's \u201cPolish Dance,\u201d with a swing and a fire beyond anything she had ever heard before. Another stretch of silence -- a silence full of interrogation points. Then a tender little sketch, quite unfamiliar. But all at once she understood. He was imploring her to return. She smiled in the dark; but she knew she was going to remain right where she was.\n\n\u201cMiss Conover?\u201d It was the voice of the nurse.\n\n\u201cYes. I'm over here on the divan.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything wrong?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious, no! I'm overtired. A little hysterical, maybe. The parade to-day, with all those wounded boys in automobiles, the music and colour and excitement -- have rather done me up. And the way I rushed up here. And not finding Cutty -- \u201d\n\n\u201cAnything I can get for you?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I'll try to snatch a little sleep before Cutty returns.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYes. I'm over here on the divan.\u201d", "context": "She sat up. Music -- violin music! A gay waltz that made her think of flashing water, the laughter of children. Tschaikowsky. Thrilled, she waited for the finale. Silence. Scharwenka's \u201cPolish Dance,\u201d with a swing and a fire beyond anything she had ever heard before. Another stretch of silence -- a silence full of interrogation points. Then a tender little sketch, quite unfamiliar. But all at once she understood. He was imploring her to return. She smiled in the dark; but she knew she was going to remain right where she was.\n\n\u201cMiss Conover?\u201d It was the voice of the nurse.\n\n\u201cYes. I'm over here on the divan.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything wrong?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious, no! I'm overtired. A little hysterical, maybe. The parade to-day, with all those wounded boys in automobiles, the music and colour and excitement -- have rather done me up. And the way I rushed up here. And not finding Cutty -- \u201d\n\n\u201cAnything I can get for you?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I'll try to snatch a little sleep before Cutty returns.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut he may be gone all night!\u201d\n\n\u201cWill it be so very scandalous if I stay here?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnything wrong?\u201d", "context": "She sat up. Music -- violin music! A gay waltz that made her think of flashing water, the laughter of children. Tschaikowsky. Thrilled, she waited for the finale. Silence. Scharwenka's \u201cPolish Dance,\u201d with a swing and a fire beyond anything she had ever heard before. Another stretch of silence -- a silence full of interrogation points. Then a tender little sketch, quite unfamiliar. But all at once she understood. He was imploring her to return. She smiled in the dark; but she knew she was going to remain right where she was.\n\n\u201cMiss Conover?\u201d It was the voice of the nurse.\n\n\u201cYes. I'm over here on the divan.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything wrong?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious, no! I'm overtired. A little hysterical, maybe. The parade to-day, with all those wounded boys in automobiles, the music and colour and excitement -- have rather done me up. And the way I rushed up here. And not finding Cutty -- \u201d\n\n\u201cAnything I can get for you?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I'll try to snatch a little sleep before Cutty returns.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut he may be gone all night!\u201d\n\n\u201cWill it be so very scandalous if I stay here?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnything I can get for you?\u201d", "context": "She sat up. Music -- violin music! A gay waltz that made her think of flashing water, the laughter of children. Tschaikowsky. Thrilled, she waited for the finale. Silence. Scharwenka's \u201cPolish Dance,\u201d with a swing and a fire beyond anything she had ever heard before. Another stretch of silence -- a silence full of interrogation points. Then a tender little sketch, quite unfamiliar. But all at once she understood. He was imploring her to return. She smiled in the dark; but she knew she was going to remain right where she was.\n\n\u201cMiss Conover?\u201d It was the voice of the nurse.\n\n\u201cYes. I'm over here on the divan.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything wrong?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious, no! I'm overtired. A little hysterical, maybe. The parade to-day, with all those wounded boys in automobiles, the music and colour and excitement -- have rather done me up. And the way I rushed up here. And not finding Cutty -- \u201d\n\n\u201cAnything I can get for you?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I'll try to snatch a little sleep before Cutty returns.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut he may be gone all night!\u201d\n\n\u201cWill it be so very scandalous if I stay here?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou poor child! Go ahead and sleep. Don't hesitate to call me if you want anything. I have a mild sedative if you would like it.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I did not know that Mr. Hawksley played.\u201d\n\n\u201cWonderfully! But does it bother you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt kind of makes me choky.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, thanks. I'll try to snatch a little sleep before Cutty returns.\u201d", "context": "She sat up. Music -- violin music! A gay waltz that made her think of flashing water, the laughter of children. Tschaikowsky. Thrilled, she waited for the finale. Silence. Scharwenka's \u201cPolish Dance,\u201d with a swing and a fire beyond anything she had ever heard before. Another stretch of silence -- a silence full of interrogation points. Then a tender little sketch, quite unfamiliar. But all at once she understood. He was imploring her to return. She smiled in the dark; but she knew she was going to remain right where she was.\n\n\u201cMiss Conover?\u201d It was the voice of the nurse.\n\n\u201cYes. I'm over here on the divan.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything wrong?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious, no! I'm overtired. A little hysterical, maybe. The parade to-day, with all those wounded boys in automobiles, the music and colour and excitement -- have rather done me up. And the way I rushed up here. And not finding Cutty -- \u201d\n\n\u201cAnything I can get for you?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I'll try to snatch a little sleep before Cutty returns.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut he may be gone all night!\u201d\n\n\u201cWill it be so very scandalous if I stay here?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou poor child! Go ahead and sleep. Don't hesitate to call me if you want anything. I have a mild sedative if you would like it.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I did not know that Mr. Hawksley played.\u201d\n\n\u201cWonderfully! But does it bother you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt kind of makes me choky.\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll tell him.\u201d\n\nKitty, now strangely at peace, snuggled down among the pillows. Some great Polish violinist, who had roused the bitter enmity of the anarchist? But no; he was Russian. Cutty had admitted that. It struck her that Cutty knew a great deal more than Kitty Conover; and so far as she could see there was no apparent reason for this secrecy. She rather believed she had Cutty. Either he should tell her everything or she would run loose, Bolshevik or no Bolshevik."}, {"quote": "\u201cBut he may be gone all night!\u201d", "context": "\u201d It was the voice of the nurse.\n\n\u201cYes. I'm over here on the divan.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything wrong?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious, no! I'm overtired. A little hysterical, maybe. The parade to-day, with all those wounded boys in automobiles, the music and colour and excitement -- have rather done me up. And the way I rushed up here. And not finding Cutty -- \u201d\n\n\u201cAnything I can get for you?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I'll try to snatch a little sleep before Cutty returns.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut he may be gone all night!\u201d\n\n\u201cWill it be so very scandalous if I stay here?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou poor child! Go ahead and sleep. Don't hesitate to call me if you want anything. I have a mild sedative if you would like it.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I did not know that Mr. Hawksley played.\u201d\n\n\u201cWonderfully! But does it bother you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt kind of makes me choky.\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll tell him.\u201d\n\nKitty, now strangely at peace, snuggled down among the pillows. Some great Polish violinist, who had roused the bitter enmity of the anarchist? But no; he was Russian. Cutty had admitted that. It struck her that Cutty knew a great deal more than Kitty Conover; and so far as she could see there was no apparent reason for this secrecy. She rather believed she had Cutty. Either he should tell her everything or she would run loose, Bolshevik or no Bolshevik."}, {"quote": "\u201cWill it be so very scandalous if I stay here?\u201d", "context": "\u201cYes. I'm over here on the divan.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnything wrong?\u201d\n\n\u201cGood gracious, no! I'm overtired. A little hysterical, maybe. The parade to-day, with all those wounded boys in automobiles, the music and colour and excitement -- have rather done me up. And the way I rushed up here. And not finding Cutty -- \u201d\n\n\u201cAnything I can get for you?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I'll try to snatch a little sleep before Cutty returns.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut he may be gone all night!\u201d\n\n\u201cWill it be so very scandalous if I stay here?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou poor child! Go ahead and sleep. Don't hesitate to call me if you want anything. I have a mild sedative if you would like it.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I did not know that Mr. Hawksley played.\u201d\n\n\u201cWonderfully! But does it bother you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt kind of makes me choky.\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll tell him.\u201d\n\nKitty, now strangely at peace, snuggled down among the pillows. Some great Polish violinist, who had roused the bitter enmity of the anarchist? But no; he was Russian. Cutty had admitted that. It struck her that Cutty knew a great deal more than Kitty Conover; and so far as she could see there was no apparent reason for this secrecy. She rather believed she had Cutty. Either he should tell her everything or she would run loose, Bolshevik or no Bolshevik."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou poor child! Go ahead and sleep. Don't hesitate to call me if you want anything. I have a mild sedative if you would like it.\u201d", "context": "\u201cGood gracious, no! I'm overtired. A little hysterical, maybe. The parade to-day, with all those wounded boys in automobiles, the music and colour and excitement -- have rather done me up. And the way I rushed up here. And not finding Cutty -- \u201d\n\n\u201cAnything I can get for you?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I'll try to snatch a little sleep before Cutty returns.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut he may be gone all night!\u201d\n\n\u201cWill it be so very scandalous if I stay here?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou poor child! Go ahead and sleep. Don't hesitate to call me if you want anything. I have a mild sedative if you would like it.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I did not know that Mr. Hawksley played.\u201d\n\n\u201cWonderfully! But does it bother you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt kind of makes me choky.\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll tell him.\u201d\n\nKitty, now strangely at peace, snuggled down among the pillows. Some great Polish violinist, who had roused the bitter enmity of the anarchist? But no; he was Russian. Cutty had admitted that. It struck her that Cutty knew a great deal more than Kitty Conover; and so far as she could see there was no apparent reason for this secrecy. She rather believed she had Cutty. Either he should tell her everything or she would run loose, Bolshevik or no Bolshevik."}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, thanks. I did not know that Mr. Hawksley played.\u201d", "context": "\u201cGood gracious, no! I'm overtired. A little hysterical, maybe. The parade to-day, with all those wounded boys in automobiles, the music and colour and excitement -- have rather done me up. And the way I rushed up here. And not finding Cutty -- \u201d\n\n\u201cAnything I can get for you?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I'll try to snatch a little sleep before Cutty returns.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut he may be gone all night!\u201d\n\n\u201cWill it be so very scandalous if I stay here?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou poor child! Go ahead and sleep. Don't hesitate to call me if you want anything. I have a mild sedative if you would like it.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I did not know that Mr. Hawksley played.\u201d\n\n\u201cWonderfully! But does it bother you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt kind of makes me choky.\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll tell him.\u201d\n\nKitty, now strangely at peace, snuggled down among the pillows. Some great Polish violinist, who had roused the bitter enmity of the anarchist? But no; he was Russian. Cutty had admitted that. It struck her that Cutty knew a great deal more than Kitty Conover; and so far as she could see there was no apparent reason for this secrecy. She rather believed she had Cutty. Either he should tell her everything or she would run loose, Bolshevik or no Bolshevik."}, {"quote": "\u201cWonderfully! But does it bother you?\u201d", "context": "\u201cGood gracious, no! I'm overtired. A little hysterical, maybe. The parade to-day, with all those wounded boys in automobiles, the music and colour and excitement -- have rather done me up. And the way I rushed up here. And not finding Cutty -- \u201d\n\n\u201cAnything I can get for you?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I'll try to snatch a little sleep before Cutty returns.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut he may be gone all night!\u201d\n\n\u201cWill it be so very scandalous if I stay here?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou poor child! Go ahead and sleep. Don't hesitate to call me if you want anything. I have a mild sedative if you would like it.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I did not know that Mr. Hawksley played.\u201d\n\n\u201cWonderfully! But does it bother you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt kind of makes me choky.\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll tell him.\u201d\n\nKitty, now strangely at peace, snuggled down among the pillows. Some great Polish violinist, who had roused the bitter enmity of the anarchist? But no; he was Russian. Cutty had admitted that. It struck her that Cutty knew a great deal more than Kitty Conover; and so far as she could see there was no apparent reason for this secrecy. She rather believed she had Cutty. Either he should tell her everything or she would run loose, Bolshevik or no Bolshevik."}, {"quote": "\u201cIt kind of makes me choky.\u201d", "context": "\u201cAnything I can get for you?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I'll try to snatch a little sleep before Cutty returns.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut he may be gone all night!\u201d\n\n\u201cWill it be so very scandalous if I stay here?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou poor child! Go ahead and sleep. Don't hesitate to call me if you want anything. I have a mild sedative if you would like it.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I did not know that Mr. Hawksley played.\u201d\n\n\u201cWonderfully! But does it bother you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt kind of makes me choky.\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll tell him.\u201d\n\nKitty, now strangely at peace, snuggled down among the pillows. Some great Polish violinist, who had roused the bitter enmity of the anarchist? But no; he was Russian. Cutty had admitted that. It struck her that Cutty knew a great deal more than Kitty Conover; and so far as she could see there was no apparent reason for this secrecy. She rather believed she had Cutty. Either he should tell her everything or she would run loose, Bolshevik or no Bolshevik."}, {"quote": "\u201cI'll tell him.\u201d", "context": "\u201cNo, thanks. I'll try to snatch a little sleep before Cutty returns.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut he may be gone all night!\u201d\n\n\u201cWill it be so very scandalous if I stay here?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou poor child! Go ahead and sleep. Don't hesitate to call me if you want anything. I have a mild sedative if you would like it.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, thanks. I did not know that Mr. Hawksley played.\u201d\n\n\u201cWonderfully! But does it bother you?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt kind of makes me choky.\u201d\n\n\u201cI'll tell him.\u201d\n\nKitty, now strangely at peace, snuggled down among the pillows. Some great Polish violinist, who had roused the bitter enmity of the anarchist? But no; he was Russian. Cutty had admitted that. It struck her that Cutty knew a great deal more than Kitty Conover; and so far as she could see there was no apparent reason for this secrecy. She rather believed she had Cutty. Either he should tell her everything or she would run loose, Bolshevik or no Bolshevik."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou will be nearly as much at sea as you are on land for the five years you must stay at the convent,", "context": "In point of strength and stature he was, of course, greatly superior to Gervaise; but he had been spoilt from his childhood, was averse to exercise, and dull at learning, and while Gervaise was frequently commended by his instructors, he himself was constantly reproved, and it had been more than once a question whether he should be received as a professed knight at the termination of his year of novitiate. Thus, while the other lads treated Gervaise kindly, and indeed made rather a pet of him, Robert Rivers ignored him as much as possible, and if obliged to speak to him did so with a pointed rudeness that more than once brought upon him a sharp reproof from his companions. Gervaise himself was but little affected by Robert's manner. He was of an exceptionally good tempered nature, and, indeed, was so occupied with his work and so anxious to satisfy his teachers, that Robert's ill humour passed almost unnoticed.\n\nThe journey was performed without incident. During their passage across the south of France, Gervaise's perfect knowledge of the language gained for him a great advantage over his companions, and enabled him to be of much use to Sir Guy. They had fine weather during their passage up the Mediterranean, and in the day their leader gave them their first lessons in the management and discipline of a ship.\n\n\u201cYou will be nearly as much at sea as you are on land for the five years you must stay at the convent,\u201d he said; \u201cand it is essential to the education of a knight of our Order to know all things connected with the management of a ship, even to its building. We construct our own galleys at Rhodes, using, of course, the labour of slaves, but under our own superintendence; and it is even more essential to us to know how to fight on sea than on land. There is, too, you see, a rivalry among ourselves, for each langue has its duties, and each strives to perform more gallant deeds and to bring in more rich prizes than the others. We of England are among the smallest of the langues, and yet methinks we do a fair portion of the work, and gain fully our share of honour. There is no fear of your having much time on your hands, for it is quite certain that there will soon be open war between Mahomet and the Order. In spite of the nominal truce, constant skirmishes are taking place, so that, in addition to our fights with pirates, we have sometimes encounters with the sultan's galleys."}, {"quote": "\u201cShortly afterwards, another and larger fleet appeared off Rhodes, and demanded the restitution of the Egyptians and their merchandise. There was a great division of opinion in the council; but, seeing the great danger that threatened us both from the Turks at Constantinople and the Venetians, and that it was madness at such a time to engage in war with a Christian power, the grand master persuaded the council to accede to their request. There has never been any friendly feeling between Venice and ourselves since that time. Still, I trust that our common danger will reunite us, and that whether Negropont or Rhodes is attacked by the Moslems, we shall render loyal aid to each other.\u201d", "context": "\u201cAt present we are not sure whether the great armament that Mahomet is preparing is intended for the capture of Negropont, which belongs to Venice, or of Rhodes. Unfortunately Venice and Rhodes are not good friends. In the course of our war with Egypt in '58 we captured from some Venetian vessels, in which they were travelling, several Egyptian merchants with a great store of goods. The Venetians protested that as the ships were theirs we had no right to interfere with our enemies who were travelling in them, and, without giving time for the question to be discussed, at once attacked our galleys, and sent a fleet against Rhodes. They landed on the Island, and not only pillaged the district of Halki, but, a number of natives having sought shelter in a cave, the Venetians blocked up the entrance with brushwood, set it on fire, and suffocated them all.\n\n\u201cShortly afterwards, another and larger fleet appeared off Rhodes, and demanded the restitution of the Egyptians and their merchandise. There was a great division of opinion in the council; but, seeing the great danger that threatened us both from the Turks at Constantinople and the Venetians, and that it was madness at such a time to engage in war with a Christian power, the grand master persuaded the council to accede to their request. There has never been any friendly feeling between Venice and ourselves since that time. Still, I trust that our common danger will reunite us, and that whether Negropont or Rhodes is attacked by the Moslems, we shall render loyal aid to each other.\u201d\n\nThere was great excitement among Gervaise and his companions when it was announced that Rhodes was in sight, and as they approached the town they gazed with admiration at the castle with its stately buildings, the palace of the grand master and the Hospital of St. John, rising above the lower town, the massive walls strengthened by projecting bastions, and the fortifications of the ports. Of these there were two, with separate entrances, divided from each other by a narrow tongue of land. At its extremity stood Fort St. Nicholas, which was connected by a strong wall running along the promontory to the town. The inner port, as it was called, was of greater importance, as it adjoined the town itself. It was defended in the first place by Fort St. Nicholas, and at the inner entrance stood the towers of St. John and St. Michael, one on either side. Into this the vessel was steered. There were many craft lying there, among them eight or ten of the galleys of the Order."}, {"quote": "\u201cWe will go first to the house of our langue,", "context": "There was great excitement among Gervaise and his companions when it was announced that Rhodes was in sight, and as they approached the town they gazed with admiration at the castle with its stately buildings, the palace of the grand master and the Hospital of St. John, rising above the lower town, the massive walls strengthened by projecting bastions, and the fortifications of the ports. Of these there were two, with separate entrances, divided from each other by a narrow tongue of land. At its extremity stood Fort St. Nicholas, which was connected by a strong wall running along the promontory to the town. The inner port, as it was called, was of greater importance, as it adjoined the town itself. It was defended in the first place by Fort St. Nicholas, and at the inner entrance stood the towers of St. John and St. Michael, one on either side. Into this the vessel was steered. There were many craft lying there, among them eight or ten of the galleys of the Order.\n\n\u201cWe will go first to the house of our langue,\u201d Sir Guy said, \u201cand tell them to send down slaves to fetch up our baggage; then I will take you, Gervaise, to Sir Peter D'Aubusson, and hand you over to his care.\u201d\n\nOn landing, Gervaise was surprised at the number of slaves who were labouring at the public works, and who formed no small proportion of the population in the streets. Their condition was pitiable. They were, of course, enemies of Christianity, and numbers of them had been pirates; but he could not help pitying their condition as they worked in the full heat of the sun under the vigilant eyes of numbers of overseers, who carried heavy whips, in addition to their arms. Their progress to the upper city was slow, for on their way they met many knights, of whom several were acquainted with Sir Guy; and each, after greeting him, demanded the latest news from England, and in return gave him particulars of the state of things at Rhodes."}, {"quote": "\u201cand tell them to send down slaves to fetch up our baggage; then I will take you, Gervaise, to Sir Peter D'Aubusson, and hand you over to his care.\u201d", "context": "There was great excitement among Gervaise and his companions when it was announced that Rhodes was in sight, and as they approached the town they gazed with admiration at the castle with its stately buildings, the palace of the grand master and the Hospital of St. John, rising above the lower town, the massive walls strengthened by projecting bastions, and the fortifications of the ports. Of these there were two, with separate entrances, divided from each other by a narrow tongue of land. At its extremity stood Fort St. Nicholas, which was connected by a strong wall running along the promontory to the town. The inner port, as it was called, was of greater importance, as it adjoined the town itself. It was defended in the first place by Fort St. Nicholas, and at the inner entrance stood the towers of St. John and St. Michael, one on either side. Into this the vessel was steered. There were many craft lying there, among them eight or ten of the galleys of the Order.\n\n\u201cWe will go first to the house of our langue,\u201d Sir Guy said, \u201cand tell them to send down slaves to fetch up our baggage; then I will take you, Gervaise, to Sir Peter D'Aubusson, and hand you over to his care.\u201d\n\nOn landing, Gervaise was surprised at the number of slaves who were labouring at the public works, and who formed no small proportion of the population in the streets. Their condition was pitiable. They were, of course, enemies of Christianity, and numbers of them had been pirates; but he could not help pitying their condition as they worked in the full heat of the sun under the vigilant eyes of numbers of overseers, who carried heavy whips, in addition to their arms. Their progress to the upper city was slow, for on their way they met many knights, of whom several were acquainted with Sir Guy; and each, after greeting him, demanded the latest news from England, and in return gave him particulars of the state of things at Rhodes."}, {"quote": "\u201cWelcome back to us, Sir Guy,", "context": "It was not until some hours after his arrival that Sir Guy could find time to take Gervaise across to the house of the langue of Auvergne, to which D'Aubusson belonged. It was a larger and more stately pile than that of the English langue, but the arrangements were similar in all these buildings. In the English house Gervaise had not felt strange, as he had the companionship of his fellow voyagers; but as he followed Sir Guy through the spacious halls of the langue of Auvergne, where no familiar face met his, he felt more lonely than he had done since he entered the house at Clerkenwell.\n\nOn sending in his name Sir Guy was at once conducted to the chamber occupied by D'Aubusson. The knight was seated at his table, examining some plans. The room was furnished with monastic simplicity, save that the walls were hung with rich silks and curtains captured from Turkish galleys.\n\n\u201cWelcome back to us, Sir Guy,\u201d D'Aubusson said, rising, and warmly shaking his visitor's hand. \u201cI have been looking for your coming, for we need men with clear heads. Of strong arms and valiant spirits we have no lack; but men of judgment and discretion, who can be trusted to look at matters calmly and not to be carried away by passion, are welcome indeed to us. I was expecting you about this time, and when I heard that a ship had arrived from Marseilles I made inquiries, and was glad to find that you were on board.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI have been looking for your coming, for we need men with clear heads. Of strong arms and valiant spirits we have no lack; but men of judgment and discretion, who can be trusted to look at matters calmly and not to be carried away by passion, are welcome indeed to us. I was expecting you about this time, and when I heard that a ship had arrived from Marseilles I made inquiries, and was glad to find that you were on board.\u201d", "context": "It was not until some hours after his arrival that Sir Guy could find time to take Gervaise across to the house of the langue of Auvergne, to which D'Aubusson belonged. It was a larger and more stately pile than that of the English langue, but the arrangements were similar in all these buildings. In the English house Gervaise had not felt strange, as he had the companionship of his fellow voyagers; but as he followed Sir Guy through the spacious halls of the langue of Auvergne, where no familiar face met his, he felt more lonely than he had done since he entered the house at Clerkenwell.\n\nOn sending in his name Sir Guy was at once conducted to the chamber occupied by D'Aubusson. The knight was seated at his table, examining some plans. The room was furnished with monastic simplicity, save that the walls were hung with rich silks and curtains captured from Turkish galleys.\n\n\u201cWelcome back to us, Sir Guy,\u201d D'Aubusson said, rising, and warmly shaking his visitor's hand. \u201cI have been looking for your coming, for we need men with clear heads. Of strong arms and valiant spirits we have no lack; but men of judgment and discretion, who can be trusted to look at matters calmly and not to be carried away by passion, are welcome indeed to us. I was expecting you about this time, and when I heard that a ship had arrived from Marseilles I made inquiries, and was glad to find that you were on board.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am heartily glad to be back, D'Aubusson; I am sick of the dull life of a commandery, and rejoice at the prospect of stirring times again. This lad is young Tresham, who has come out in my charge, and for whom you have been good enough to obtain the post of page to the grand master.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd no slight business was it to do so,\u201d D'Aubusson said with a smile. \u201cIt happened there was a vacancy when the letter concerning him arrived, and had it been one of the highest offices in the Order there could not have been a keener contention for it. Every bailiff had his candidate ready; but I seldom ask for anything for members of my langue, and when I told the other bailiffs that it was to me a matter of honour to carry out the last request of my dead friend, they all gave way. You see, I am placed in a position of some little difficulty. The grand master is so enfeebled and crippled that he leaves matters almost entirely in my hands, and it would be an abuse of my position, and would excite no little jealousy, were I to use the power I possess to nominate friends of my own to appointments. It is only by the most rigid impartiality, and by dividing as fairly as possible all offices between the eight langues, that all continue to give me their support. As you know, we have had great difficulties and heartburnings here; but happily they have to a great extent been set at rest by forming a new langue of Castile and Portugal out of that of Aragon. This has given one more vote to the smaller langues, and has so balanced the power that of late the jealousies between us have greatly subsided, and all are working well together in face of the common danger. Well, young sir, and how like you the prospect of your pageship?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI am heartily glad to be back, D'Aubusson; I am sick of the dull life of a commandery, and rejoice at the prospect of stirring times again. This lad is young Tresham, who has come out in my charge, and for whom you have been good enough to obtain the post of page to the grand master.\u201d", "context": "\u201d D'Aubusson said, rising, and warmly shaking his visitor's hand. \u201cI have been looking for your coming, for we need men with clear heads. Of strong arms and valiant spirits we have no lack; but men of judgment and discretion, who can be trusted to look at matters calmly and not to be carried away by passion, are welcome indeed to us. I was expecting you about this time, and when I heard that a ship had arrived from Marseilles I made inquiries, and was glad to find that you were on board.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am heartily glad to be back, D'Aubusson; I am sick of the dull life of a commandery, and rejoice at the prospect of stirring times again. This lad is young Tresham, who has come out in my charge, and for whom you have been good enough to obtain the post of page to the grand master.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd no slight business was it to do so,\u201d D'Aubusson said with a smile. \u201cIt happened there was a vacancy when the letter concerning him arrived, and had it been one of the highest offices in the Order there could not have been a keener contention for it. Every bailiff had his candidate ready; but I seldom ask for anything for members of my langue, and when I told the other bailiffs that it was to me a matter of honour to carry out the last request of my dead friend, they all gave way. You see, I am placed in a position of some little difficulty. The grand master is so enfeebled and crippled that he leaves matters almost entirely in my hands, and it would be an abuse of my position, and would excite no little jealousy, were I to use the power I possess to nominate friends of my own to appointments. It is only by the most rigid impartiality, and by dividing as fairly as possible all offices between the eight langues, that all continue to give me their support. As you know, we have had great difficulties and heartburnings here; but happily they have to a great extent been set at rest by forming a new langue of Castile and Portugal out of that of Aragon. This has given one more vote to the smaller langues, and has so balanced the power that of late the jealousies between us have greatly subsided, and all are working well together in face of the common danger. Well, young sir, and how like you the prospect of your pageship?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd no slight business was it to do so,", "context": "\u201cI have been looking for your coming, for we need men with clear heads. Of strong arms and valiant spirits we have no lack; but men of judgment and discretion, who can be trusted to look at matters calmly and not to be carried away by passion, are welcome indeed to us. I was expecting you about this time, and when I heard that a ship had arrived from Marseilles I made inquiries, and was glad to find that you were on board.\u201d\n\n\u201cI am heartily glad to be back, D'Aubusson; I am sick of the dull life of a commandery, and rejoice at the prospect of stirring times again. This lad is young Tresham, who has come out in my charge, and for whom you have been good enough to obtain the post of page to the grand master.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd no slight business was it to do so,\u201d D'Aubusson said with a smile. \u201cIt happened there was a vacancy when the letter concerning him arrived, and had it been one of the highest offices in the Order there could not have been a keener contention for it. Every bailiff had his candidate ready; but I seldom ask for anything for members of my langue, and when I told the other bailiffs that it was to me a matter of honour to carry out the last request of my dead friend, they all gave way. You see, I am placed in a position of some little difficulty. The grand master is so enfeebled and crippled that he leaves matters almost entirely in my hands, and it would be an abuse of my position, and would excite no little jealousy, were I to use the power I possess to nominate friends of my own to appointments. It is only by the most rigid impartiality, and by dividing as fairly as possible all offices between the eight langues, that all continue to give me their support. As you know, we have had great difficulties and heartburnings here; but happily they have to a great extent been set at rest by forming a new langue of Castile and Portugal out of that of Aragon. This has given one more vote to the smaller langues, and has so balanced the power that of late the jealousies between us have greatly subsided, and all are working well together in face of the common danger. Well, young sir, and how like you the prospect of your pageship?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI like it greatly, sir, but shall like still more the time when I can buckle on armour and take a share of the fighting with the infidels. I would fain, sir, offer to you my deep and humble thanks for the great kindness you have shown me in procuring me the appointment of page to the grand master.\u201d", "context": "\u201d D'Aubusson said with a smile. \u201cIt happened there was a vacancy when the letter concerning him arrived, and had it been one of the highest offices in the Order there could not have been a keener contention for it. Every bailiff had his candidate ready; but I seldom ask for anything for members of my langue, and when I told the other bailiffs that it was to me a matter of honour to carry out the last request of my dead friend, they all gave way. You see, I am placed in a position of some little difficulty. The grand master is so enfeebled and crippled that he leaves matters almost entirely in my hands, and it would be an abuse of my position, and would excite no little jealousy, were I to use the power I possess to nominate friends of my own to appointments. It is only by the most rigid impartiality, and by dividing as fairly as possible all offices between the eight langues, that all continue to give me their support. As you know, we have had great difficulties and heartburnings here; but happily they have to a great extent been set at rest by forming a new langue of Castile and Portugal out of that of Aragon. This has given one more vote to the smaller langues, and has so balanced the power that of late the jealousies between us have greatly subsided, and all are working well together in face of the common danger. Well, young sir, and how like you the prospect of your pageship?\u201d\n\n\u201cI like it greatly, sir, but shall like still more the time when I can buckle on armour and take a share of the fighting with the infidels. I would fain, sir, offer to you my deep and humble thanks for the great kindness you have shown me in procuring me the appointment of page to the grand master.\u201d\n\nThe knight smiled kindly. \u201cThere are the less thanks due, lad, inasmuch as I did it not for you, but for the dear friend who wrote to me on your behalf. However, I trust that you will do credit to my nomination by your conduct here.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is a letter from our grand prior which I have brought to you,\u201d Sir Guy said. \u201cHe commended the lad to me warmly, and seems to be greatly pleased with his conduct.\u201d\n\nD'Aubusson cut the silken string that bound the missive together, and read the letter."}, {"quote": "\u201cThere are the less thanks due, lad, inasmuch as I did it not for you, but for the dear friend who wrote to me on your behalf. However, I trust that you will do credit to my nomination by your conduct here.\u201d", "context": "\u201d D'Aubusson said with a smile. \u201cIt happened there was a vacancy when the letter concerning him arrived, and had it been one of the highest offices in the Order there could not have been a keener contention for it. Every bailiff had his candidate ready; but I seldom ask for anything for members of my langue, and when I told the other bailiffs that it was to me a matter of honour to carry out the last request of my dead friend, they all gave way. You see, I am placed in a position of some little difficulty. The grand master is so enfeebled and crippled that he leaves matters almost entirely in my hands, and it would be an abuse of my position, and would excite no little jealousy, were I to use the power I possess to nominate friends of my own to appointments. It is only by the most rigid impartiality, and by dividing as fairly as possible all offices between the eight langues, that all continue to give me their support. As you know, we have had great difficulties and heartburnings here; but happily they have to a great extent been set at rest by forming a new langue of Castile and Portugal out of that of Aragon. This has given one more vote to the smaller langues, and has so balanced the power that of late the jealousies between us have greatly subsided, and all are working well together in face of the common danger. Well, young sir, and how like you the prospect of your pageship?\u201d\n\n\u201cI like it greatly, sir, but shall like still more the time when I can buckle on armour and take a share of the fighting with the infidels. I would fain, sir, offer to you my deep and humble thanks for the great kindness you have shown me in procuring me the appointment of page to the grand master.\u201d\n\nThe knight smiled kindly. \u201cThere are the less thanks due, lad, inasmuch as I did it not for you, but for the dear friend who wrote to me on your behalf. However, I trust that you will do credit to my nomination by your conduct here.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is a letter from our grand prior which I have brought to you,\u201d Sir Guy said. \u201cHe commended the lad to me warmly, and seems to be greatly pleased with his conduct.\u201d\n\nD'Aubusson cut the silken string that bound the missive together, and read the letter.\n\n\u201cHe does indeed speak warmly,\u201d he said, as he laid it down on the table.\n\n\u201cHe tells me that the lad, young as he was, had been well trained when he came, and that he worked with great diligence during the five months he was in the House, and displayed such skill and strength for his age, as to surprise his preceptors, who prophesied that he would turn out a stout swordsman, and would be a credit to the Order.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThere is a letter from our grand prior which I have brought to you,", "context": "\u201cI like it greatly, sir, but shall like still more the time when I can buckle on armour and take a share of the fighting with the infidels. I would fain, sir, offer to you my deep and humble thanks for the great kindness you have shown me in procuring me the appointment of page to the grand master.\u201d\n\nThe knight smiled kindly. \u201cThere are the less thanks due, lad, inasmuch as I did it not for you, but for the dear friend who wrote to me on your behalf. However, I trust that you will do credit to my nomination by your conduct here.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is a letter from our grand prior which I have brought to you,\u201d Sir Guy said. \u201cHe commended the lad to me warmly, and seems to be greatly pleased with his conduct.\u201d\n\nD'Aubusson cut the silken string that bound the missive together, and read the letter.\n\n\u201cHe does indeed speak warmly,\u201d he said, as he laid it down on the table.\n\n\u201cHe tells me that the lad, young as he was, had been well trained when he came, and that he worked with great diligence during the five months he was in the House, and displayed such skill and strength for his age, as to surprise his preceptors, who prophesied that he would turn out a stout swordsman, and would be a credit to the Order.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cHe commended the lad to me warmly, and seems to be greatly pleased with his conduct.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI like it greatly, sir, but shall like still more the time when I can buckle on armour and take a share of the fighting with the infidels. I would fain, sir, offer to you my deep and humble thanks for the great kindness you have shown me in procuring me the appointment of page to the grand master.\u201d\n\nThe knight smiled kindly. \u201cThere are the less thanks due, lad, inasmuch as I did it not for you, but for the dear friend who wrote to me on your behalf. However, I trust that you will do credit to my nomination by your conduct here.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is a letter from our grand prior which I have brought to you,\u201d Sir Guy said. \u201cHe commended the lad to me warmly, and seems to be greatly pleased with his conduct.\u201d\n\nD'Aubusson cut the silken string that bound the missive together, and read the letter.\n\n\u201cHe does indeed speak warmly,\u201d he said, as he laid it down on the table.\n\n\u201cHe tells me that the lad, young as he was, had been well trained when he came, and that he worked with great diligence during the five months he was in the House, and displayed such skill and strength for his age, as to surprise his preceptors, who prophesied that he would turn out a stout swordsman, and would be a credit to the Order.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cHe does indeed speak warmly,", "context": "\u201cThere are the less thanks due, lad, inasmuch as I did it not for you, but for the dear friend who wrote to me on your behalf. However, I trust that you will do credit to my nomination by your conduct here.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is a letter from our grand prior which I have brought to you,\u201d Sir Guy said. \u201cHe commended the lad to me warmly, and seems to be greatly pleased with his conduct.\u201d\n\nD'Aubusson cut the silken string that bound the missive together, and read the letter.\n\n\u201cHe does indeed speak warmly,\u201d he said, as he laid it down on the table.\n\n\u201cHe tells me that the lad, young as he was, had been well trained when he came, and that he worked with great diligence during the five months he was in the House, and displayed such skill and strength for his age, as to surprise his preceptors, who prophesied that he would turn out a stout swordsman, and would be a credit to the Order.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is well furnished with garments both for ordinary and state occasions"}, {"quote": "\u201cHe tells me that the lad, young as he was, had been well trained when he came, and that he worked with great diligence during the five months he was in the House, and displayed such skill and strength for his age, as to surprise his preceptors, who prophesied that he would turn out a stout swordsman, and would be a credit to the Order.\u201d", "context": "\u201cThere are the less thanks due, lad, inasmuch as I did it not for you, but for the dear friend who wrote to me on your behalf. However, I trust that you will do credit to my nomination by your conduct here.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is a letter from our grand prior which I have brought to you,\u201d Sir Guy said. \u201cHe commended the lad to me warmly, and seems to be greatly pleased with his conduct.\u201d\n\nD'Aubusson cut the silken string that bound the missive together, and read the letter.\n\n\u201cHe does indeed speak warmly,\u201d he said, as he laid it down on the table.\n\n\u201cHe tells me that the lad, young as he was, had been well trained when he came, and that he worked with great diligence during the five months he was in the House, and displayed such skill and strength for his age, as to surprise his preceptors, who prophesied that he would turn out a stout swordsman, and would be a credit to the Order.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is well furnished with garments both for ordinary and state occasions,\u201d Sir Guy said; \u201cand in this packet are some sixty gold crowns, which are the last remains of his patrimony, and which I was to hand to you in order to pay the necessary expenses during his pageship.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe could have done without that,\u201d D'Aubusson said. \u201cRecommended to me as he is, I would have seen that he lacked nothing, but was provided with all necessaries for his position. I will in the future take care that in all things he is on a par with his companions"}, {"quote": "\u201cHe is well furnished with garments both for ordinary and state occasions,", "context": "D'Aubusson cut the silken string that bound the missive together, and read the letter.\n\n\u201cHe does indeed speak warmly,\u201d he said, as he laid it down on the table.\n\n\u201cHe tells me that the lad, young as he was, had been well trained when he came, and that he worked with great diligence during the five months he was in the House, and displayed such skill and strength for his age, as to surprise his preceptors, who prophesied that he would turn out a stout swordsman, and would be a credit to the Order.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is well furnished with garments both for ordinary and state occasions,\u201d Sir Guy said; \u201cand in this packet are some sixty gold crowns, which are the last remains of his patrimony, and which I was to hand to you in order to pay the necessary expenses during his pageship.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe could have done without that,\u201d D'Aubusson said. \u201cRecommended to me as he is, I would have seen that he lacked nothing, but was provided with all necessaries for his position. I will in the future take care that in all things he is on a par with his companions"}, {"quote": "\u201cand in this packet are some sixty gold crowns, which are the last remains of his patrimony, and which I was to hand to you in order to pay the necessary expenses during his pageship.\u201d", "context": "\u201d he said, as he laid it down on the table.\n\n\u201cHe tells me that the lad, young as he was, had been well trained when he came, and that he worked with great diligence during the five months he was in the House, and displayed such skill and strength for his age, as to surprise his preceptors, who prophesied that he would turn out a stout swordsman, and would be a credit to the Order.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is well furnished with garments both for ordinary and state occasions,\u201d Sir Guy said; \u201cand in this packet are some sixty gold crowns, which are the last remains of his patrimony, and which I was to hand to you in order to pay the necessary expenses during his pageship.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe could have done without that,\u201d D'Aubusson said. \u201cRecommended to me as he is, I would have seen that he lacked nothing, but was provided with all necessaries for his position. I will in the future take care that in all things he is on a par with his companions.\u201d He touched a bell on the table, and a servitor entered.\n\n\u201cTell Richard de Deauville to come here,\u201d he said.\n\nA minute later the hangings at the door were pushed aside, and a lad about a year older than Gervaise appeared, and, bowing deeply to the knight, stood in a respectful attitude, awaiting his orders."}, {"quote": "\u201cHe could have done without that,", "context": "\u201cHe tells me that the lad, young as he was, had been well trained when he came, and that he worked with great diligence during the five months he was in the House, and displayed such skill and strength for his age, as to surprise his preceptors, who prophesied that he would turn out a stout swordsman, and would be a credit to the Order.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is well furnished with garments both for ordinary and state occasions,\u201d Sir Guy said; \u201cand in this packet are some sixty gold crowns, which are the last remains of his patrimony, and which I was to hand to you in order to pay the necessary expenses during his pageship.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe could have done without that,\u201d D'Aubusson said. \u201cRecommended to me as he is, I would have seen that he lacked nothing, but was provided with all necessaries for his position. I will in the future take care that in all things he is on a par with his companions.\u201d He touched a bell on the table, and a servitor entered.\n\n\u201cTell Richard de Deauville to come here,\u201d he said.\n\nA minute later the hangings at the door were pushed aside, and a lad about a year older than Gervaise appeared, and, bowing deeply to the knight, stood in a respectful attitude, awaiting his orders."}, {"quote": "\u201cRecommended to me as he is, I would have seen that he lacked nothing, but was provided with all necessaries for his position. I will in the future take care that in all things he is on a par with his companions.", "context": "\u201cHe tells me that the lad, young as he was, had been well trained when he came, and that he worked with great diligence during the five months he was in the House, and displayed such skill and strength for his age, as to surprise his preceptors, who prophesied that he would turn out a stout swordsman, and would be a credit to the Order.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe is well furnished with garments both for ordinary and state occasions,\u201d Sir Guy said; \u201cand in this packet are some sixty gold crowns, which are the last remains of his patrimony, and which I was to hand to you in order to pay the necessary expenses during his pageship.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe could have done without that,\u201d D'Aubusson said. \u201cRecommended to me as he is, I would have seen that he lacked nothing, but was provided with all necessaries for his position. I will in the future take care that in all things he is on a par with his companions.\u201d He touched a bell on the table, and a servitor entered.\n\n\u201cTell Richard de Deauville to come here,\u201d he said.\n\nA minute later the hangings at the door were pushed aside, and a lad about a year older than Gervaise appeared, and, bowing deeply to the knight, stood in a respectful attitude, awaiting his orders.\n\n\u201cDeauville, take this youth, Gervaise Tresham to your room. He is appointed one of the pages of the grand master. He is English, but he speaks French as well as you do, having lived in France for some years. Take him to your apartment and treat him kindly and well, seeing that he is a stranger and new to all here. Tomorrow he will go to the palace.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cTell Richard de Deauville to come here,", "context": "\u201cand in this packet are some sixty gold crowns, which are the last remains of his patrimony, and which I was to hand to you in order to pay the necessary expenses during his pageship.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe could have done without that,\u201d D'Aubusson said. \u201cRecommended to me as he is, I would have seen that he lacked nothing, but was provided with all necessaries for his position. I will in the future take care that in all things he is on a par with his companions.\u201d He touched a bell on the table, and a servitor entered.\n\n\u201cTell Richard de Deauville to come here,\u201d he said.\n\nA minute later the hangings at the door were pushed aside, and a lad about a year older than Gervaise appeared, and, bowing deeply to the knight, stood in a respectful attitude, awaiting his orders.\n\n\u201cDeauville, take this youth, Gervaise Tresham to your room. He is appointed one of the pages of the grand master. He is English, but he speaks French as well as you do, having lived in France for some years. Take him to your apartment and treat him kindly and well, seeing that he is a stranger and new to all here. Tomorrow he will go to the palace.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cDeauville, take this youth, Gervaise Tresham to your room. He is appointed one of the pages of the grand master. He is English, but he speaks French as well as you do, having lived in France for some years. Take him to your apartment and treat him kindly and well, seeing that he is a stranger and new to all here. Tomorrow he will go to the palace.\u201d", "context": "\u201cRecommended to me as he is, I would have seen that he lacked nothing, but was provided with all necessaries for his position. I will in the future take care that in all things he is on a par with his companions.\u201d He touched a bell on the table, and a servitor entered.\n\n\u201cTell Richard de Deauville to come here,\u201d he said.\n\nA minute later the hangings at the door were pushed aside, and a lad about a year older than Gervaise appeared, and, bowing deeply to the knight, stood in a respectful attitude, awaiting his orders.\n\n\u201cDeauville, take this youth, Gervaise Tresham to your room. He is appointed one of the pages of the grand master. He is English, but he speaks French as well as you do, having lived in France for some years. Take him to your apartment and treat him kindly and well, seeing that he is a stranger and new to all here. Tomorrow he will go to the palace.\u201d\n\nGervaise bowed deeply to the two knights, and then followed the page.\n\n\u201cI suppose you arrived in that ship which came in today,\u201d the latter said, as soon as they had left the room. \u201cYou are in luck indeed to have obtained a pageship at the grand master's. You begin to count your time at once, while we do not begin to count ours until we are seventeen. Still, good luck may befall us yet, for if the grand master dies, Sir Peter is sure to be chosen to succeed him. Then, you see, we too shall be pages of the grand master.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI suppose you arrived in that ship which came in today,", "context": "\u201cDeauville, take this youth, Gervaise Tresham to your room. He is appointed one of the pages of the grand master. He is English, but he speaks French as well as you do, having lived in France for some years. Take him to your apartment and treat him kindly and well, seeing that he is a stranger and new to all here. Tomorrow he will go to the palace.\u201d\n\nGervaise bowed deeply to the two knights, and then followed the page.\n\n\u201cI suppose you arrived in that ship which came in today,\u201d the latter said, as soon as they had left the room. \u201cYou are in luck indeed to have obtained a pageship at the grand master's. You begin to count your time at once, while we do not begin to count ours until we are seventeen. Still, good luck may befall us yet, for if the grand master dies, Sir Peter is sure to be chosen to succeed him. Then, you see, we too shall be pages of the grand master.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow many are there of you?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou are in luck indeed to have obtained a pageship at the grand master's. You begin to count your time at once, while we do not begin to count ours until we are seventeen. Still, good luck may befall us yet, for if the grand master dies, Sir Peter is sure to be chosen to succeed him. Then, you see, we too shall be pages of the grand master.\u201d", "context": "\u201cDeauville, take this youth, Gervaise Tresham to your room. He is appointed one of the pages of the grand master. He is English, but he speaks French as well as you do, having lived in France for some years. Take him to your apartment and treat him kindly and well, seeing that he is a stranger and new to all here. Tomorrow he will go to the palace.\u201d\n\nGervaise bowed deeply to the two knights, and then followed the page.\n\n\u201cI suppose you arrived in that ship which came in today,\u201d the latter said, as soon as they had left the room. \u201cYou are in luck indeed to have obtained a pageship at the grand master's. You begin to count your time at once, while we do not begin to count ours until we are seventeen. Still, good luck may befall us yet, for if the grand master dies, Sir Peter is sure to be chosen to succeed him. Then, you see, we too shall be pages of the grand master.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow many are there of you?\u201d\n\n\u201cOnly De Lille and myself. Of course D'Aubusson will take on the grand master's present pages; but as there are five vacancies on an average every year, he will be able to find room for us among the number.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, how many pages has the grand master?\u201d Gervaise asked, in surprise.\n\n\u201cSixteen of them, so you may guess the duties are easy enough, as only two are generally employed, except, of course on solemn occasions.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cHow many are there of you?\u201d", "context": "\u201cI suppose you arrived in that ship which came in today,\u201d the latter said, as soon as they had left the room. \u201cYou are in luck indeed to have obtained a pageship at the grand master's. You begin to count your time at once, while we do not begin to count ours until we are seventeen. Still, good luck may befall us yet, for if the grand master dies, Sir Peter is sure to be chosen to succeed him. Then, you see, we too shall be pages of the grand master.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow many are there of you?\u201d\n\n\u201cOnly De Lille and myself. Of course D'Aubusson will take on the grand master's present pages; but as there are five vacancies on an average every year, he will be able to find room for us among the number.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, how many pages has the grand master?\u201d Gervaise asked, in surprise.\n\n\u201cSixteen of them, so you may guess the duties are easy enough, as only two are generally employed, except, of course on solemn occasions.\u201d\n\n\u201cAre there any other English besides myself?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cOnly De Lille and myself. Of course D'Aubusson will take on the grand master's present pages; but as there are five vacancies on an average every year, he will be able to find room for us among the number.\u201d", "context": "\u201d the latter said, as soon as they had left the room. \u201cYou are in luck indeed to have obtained a pageship at the grand master's. You begin to count your time at once, while we do not begin to count ours until we are seventeen. Still, good luck may befall us yet, for if the grand master dies, Sir Peter is sure to be chosen to succeed him. Then, you see, we too shall be pages of the grand master.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow many are there of you?\u201d\n\n\u201cOnly De Lille and myself. Of course D'Aubusson will take on the grand master's present pages; but as there are five vacancies on an average every year, he will be able to find room for us among the number.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, how many pages has the grand master?\u201d Gervaise asked, in surprise.\n\n\u201cSixteen of them, so you may guess the duties are easy enough, as only two are generally employed, except, of course on solemn occasions.\u201d\n\n\u201cAre there any other English besides myself?\u201d\n\nThe boy shook his head. \u201cThere are eight belonging to the French langues; the others are Spaniards, Italians, or Germans. There, this is our room and this is De Lille. De Lille, this is the grand master's new page, Master Gervaise Tresham, and our lord says we are to treat him kindly and entertain him well until tomorrow, when he will go to the palace. He speaks our language, and has been some years in France.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhy, how many pages has the grand master?", "context": "\u201cYou are in luck indeed to have obtained a pageship at the grand master's. You begin to count your time at once, while we do not begin to count ours until we are seventeen. Still, good luck may befall us yet, for if the grand master dies, Sir Peter is sure to be chosen to succeed him. Then, you see, we too shall be pages of the grand master.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow many are there of you?\u201d\n\n\u201cOnly De Lille and myself. Of course D'Aubusson will take on the grand master's present pages; but as there are five vacancies on an average every year, he will be able to find room for us among the number.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, how many pages has the grand master?\u201d Gervaise asked, in surprise.\n\n\u201cSixteen of them, so you may guess the duties are easy enough, as only two are generally employed, except, of course on solemn occasions.\u201d\n\n\u201cAre there any other English besides myself?\u201d\n\nThe boy shook his head. \u201cThere are eight belonging to the French langues; the others are Spaniards, Italians, or Germans. There, this is our room and this is De Lille. De Lille, this is the grand master's new page, Master Gervaise Tresham, and our lord says we are to treat him kindly and entertain him well until tomorrow, when he will go to the palace. He speaks our language, and has been some years in France.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cSixteen of them, so you may guess the duties are easy enough, as only two are generally employed, except, of course on solemn occasions.\u201d", "context": "\u201cYou are in luck indeed to have obtained a pageship at the grand master's. You begin to count your time at once, while we do not begin to count ours until we are seventeen. Still, good luck may befall us yet, for if the grand master dies, Sir Peter is sure to be chosen to succeed him. Then, you see, we too shall be pages of the grand master.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow many are there of you?\u201d\n\n\u201cOnly De Lille and myself. Of course D'Aubusson will take on the grand master's present pages; but as there are five vacancies on an average every year, he will be able to find room for us among the number.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, how many pages has the grand master?\u201d Gervaise asked, in surprise.\n\n\u201cSixteen of them, so you may guess the duties are easy enough, as only two are generally employed, except, of course on solemn occasions.\u201d\n\n\u201cAre there any other English besides myself?\u201d\n\nThe boy shook his head. \u201cThere are eight belonging to the French langues; the others are Spaniards, Italians, or Germans. There, this is our room and this is De Lille. De Lille, this is the grand master's new page, Master Gervaise Tresham, and our lord says we are to treat him kindly and entertain him well until tomorrow, when he will go to the palace. He speaks our language, and has been some years in France.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAre there any other English besides myself?\u201d", "context": "\u201cOnly De Lille and myself. Of course D'Aubusson will take on the grand master's present pages; but as there are five vacancies on an average every year, he will be able to find room for us among the number.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, how many pages has the grand master?\u201d Gervaise asked, in surprise.\n\n\u201cSixteen of them, so you may guess the duties are easy enough, as only two are generally employed, except, of course on solemn occasions.\u201d\n\n\u201cAre there any other English besides myself?\u201d\n\nThe boy shook his head. \u201cThere are eight belonging to the French langues; the others are Spaniards, Italians, or Germans. There, this is our room and this is De Lille. De Lille, this is the grand master's new page, Master Gervaise Tresham, and our lord says we are to treat him kindly and entertain him well until tomorrow, when he will go to the palace. He speaks our language, and has been some years in France.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow came you to be there"}, {"quote": "\u201cThere are eight belonging to the French langues; the others are Spaniards, Italians, or Germans. There, this is our room and this is De Lille. De Lille, this is the grand master's new page, Master Gervaise Tresham, and our lord says we are to treat him kindly and entertain him well until tomorrow, when he will go to the palace. He speaks our language, and has been some years in France.\u201d", "context": "\u201cOnly De Lille and myself. Of course D'Aubusson will take on the grand master's present pages; but as there are five vacancies on an average every year, he will be able to find room for us among the number.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, how many pages has the grand master?\u201d Gervaise asked, in surprise.\n\n\u201cSixteen of them, so you may guess the duties are easy enough, as only two are generally employed, except, of course on solemn occasions.\u201d\n\n\u201cAre there any other English besides myself?\u201d\n\nThe boy shook his head. \u201cThere are eight belonging to the French langues; the others are Spaniards, Italians, or Germans. There, this is our room and this is De Lille. De Lille, this is the grand master's new page, Master Gervaise Tresham, and our lord says we are to treat him kindly and entertain him well until tomorrow, when he will go to the palace. He speaks our language, and has been some years in France.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow came you to be there?\u201d De Lille asked Gervaise.\n\n\u201cMy father was a Lancastrian, and my mother a great friend of our Queen Margaret of Anjou, and they were with her all the time she was in exile.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow quarrelsome you English are!\u201d De Lille said. \u201cYou seem to be always fighting among yourselves.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don't think,\u201d Gervaise said, with a smile, \u201cthere is any love lost between Louis of France and the Duke of Burgundy, to say nothing of other great lords.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cHow came you to be there?", "context": "The boy shook his head. \u201cThere are eight belonging to the French langues; the others are Spaniards, Italians, or Germans. There, this is our room and this is De Lille. De Lille, this is the grand master's new page, Master Gervaise Tresham, and our lord says we are to treat him kindly and entertain him well until tomorrow, when he will go to the palace. He speaks our language, and has been some years in France.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow came you to be there?\u201d De Lille asked Gervaise.\n\n\u201cMy father was a Lancastrian, and my mother a great friend of our Queen Margaret of Anjou, and they were with her all the time she was in exile.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow quarrelsome you English are!\u201d De Lille said. \u201cYou seem to be always fighting among yourselves.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don't think,\u201d Gervaise said, with a smile, \u201cthere is any love lost between Louis of France and the Duke of Burgundy, to say nothing of other great lords.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cMy father was a Lancastrian, and my mother a great friend of our Queen Margaret of Anjou, and they were with her all the time she was in exile.\u201d", "context": "\u201cThere are eight belonging to the French langues; the others are Spaniards, Italians, or Germans. There, this is our room and this is De Lille. De Lille, this is the grand master's new page, Master Gervaise Tresham, and our lord says we are to treat him kindly and entertain him well until tomorrow, when he will go to the palace. He speaks our language, and has been some years in France.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow came you to be there?\u201d De Lille asked Gervaise.\n\n\u201cMy father was a Lancastrian, and my mother a great friend of our Queen Margaret of Anjou, and they were with her all the time she was in exile.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow quarrelsome you English are!\u201d De Lille said. \u201cYou seem to be always fighting among yourselves.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don't think,\u201d Gervaise said, with a smile, \u201cthere is any love lost between Louis of France and the Duke of Burgundy, to say nothing of other great lords.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; you are right there. But though we talk a great deal about fighting, it is only occasionally that we engage in it.\u201d\n\nThe pages' room was a small one. It contained two pallets, which served as seats by day, and two wooden chests, in which they kept their clothes."}, {"quote": "\u201cHow quarrelsome you English are!", "context": "\u201cThere are eight belonging to the French langues; the others are Spaniards, Italians, or Germans. There, this is our room and this is De Lille. De Lille, this is the grand master's new page, Master Gervaise Tresham, and our lord says we are to treat him kindly and entertain him well until tomorrow, when he will go to the palace. He speaks our language, and has been some years in France.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow came you to be there?\u201d De Lille asked Gervaise.\n\n\u201cMy father was a Lancastrian, and my mother a great friend of our Queen Margaret of Anjou, and they were with her all the time she was in exile.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow quarrelsome you English are!\u201d De Lille said. \u201cYou seem to be always fighting among yourselves.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don't think,\u201d Gervaise said, with a smile, \u201cthere is any love lost between Louis of France and the Duke of Burgundy, to say nothing of other great lords.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; you are right there. But though we talk a great deal about fighting, it is only occasionally that we engage in it.\u201d\n\nThe pages' room was a small one. It contained two pallets, which served as seats by day, and two wooden chests, in which they kept their clothes."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou seem to be always fighting among yourselves.\u201d", "context": "\u201cThere are eight belonging to the French langues; the others are Spaniards, Italians, or Germans. There, this is our room and this is De Lille. De Lille, this is the grand master's new page, Master Gervaise Tresham, and our lord says we are to treat him kindly and entertain him well until tomorrow, when he will go to the palace. He speaks our language, and has been some years in France.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow came you to be there?\u201d De Lille asked Gervaise.\n\n\u201cMy father was a Lancastrian, and my mother a great friend of our Queen Margaret of Anjou, and they were with her all the time she was in exile.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow quarrelsome you English are!\u201d De Lille said. \u201cYou seem to be always fighting among yourselves.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don't think,\u201d Gervaise said, with a smile, \u201cthere is any love lost between Louis of France and the Duke of Burgundy, to say nothing of other great lords.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; you are right there. But though we talk a great deal about fighting, it is only occasionally that we engage in it.\u201d\n\nThe pages' room was a small one. It contained two pallets, which served as seats by day, and two wooden chests, in which they kept their clothes.\n\nTheir conversation was interrupted by the ringing of a bell."}, {"quote": "\u201cthere is any love lost between Louis of France and the Duke of Burgundy, to say nothing of other great lords.\u201d", "context": "\u201cThere are eight belonging to the French langues; the others are Spaniards, Italians, or Germans. There, this is our room and this is De Lille. De Lille, this is the grand master's new page, Master Gervaise Tresham, and our lord says we are to treat him kindly and entertain him well until tomorrow, when he will go to the palace. He speaks our language, and has been some years in France.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow came you to be there?\u201d De Lille asked Gervaise.\n\n\u201cMy father was a Lancastrian, and my mother a great friend of our Queen Margaret of Anjou, and they were with her all the time she was in exile.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow quarrelsome you English are!\u201d De Lille said. \u201cYou seem to be always fighting among yourselves.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don't think,\u201d Gervaise said, with a smile, \u201cthere is any love lost between Louis of France and the Duke of Burgundy, to say nothing of other great lords.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; you are right there. But though we talk a great deal about fighting, it is only occasionally that we engage in it.\u201d\n\nThe pages' room was a small one. It contained two pallets, which served as seats by day, and two wooden chests, in which they kept their clothes.\n\nTheir conversation was interrupted by the ringing of a bell.\n\n\u201cThat is supper,\u201d De Lille said, jumping up. \u201cWe will leave you here while we go down to stand behind our lord's chair. When the meal is over we will bring a pasty or something else good, and a measure of wine, and have our supper together up here; and we will tell the servitors to bring up another pallet for you. Of course, you can go down with us if you like.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo; you are right there. But though we talk a great deal about fighting, it is only occasionally that we engage in it.\u201d", "context": "\u201d De Lille asked Gervaise.\n\n\u201cMy father was a Lancastrian, and my mother a great friend of our Queen Margaret of Anjou, and they were with her all the time she was in exile.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow quarrelsome you English are!\u201d De Lille said. \u201cYou seem to be always fighting among yourselves.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don't think,\u201d Gervaise said, with a smile, \u201cthere is any love lost between Louis of France and the Duke of Burgundy, to say nothing of other great lords.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; you are right there. But though we talk a great deal about fighting, it is only occasionally that we engage in it.\u201d\n\nThe pages' room was a small one. It contained two pallets, which served as seats by day, and two wooden chests, in which they kept their clothes.\n\nTheir conversation was interrupted by the ringing of a bell.\n\n\u201cThat is supper,\u201d De Lille said, jumping up. \u201cWe will leave you here while we go down to stand behind our lord's chair. When the meal is over we will bring a pasty or something else good, and a measure of wine, and have our supper together up here; and we will tell the servitors to bring up another pallet for you. Of course, you can go down with us if you like.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThat is supper,", "context": "\u201cI don't think,\u201d Gervaise said, with a smile, \u201cthere is any love lost between Louis of France and the Duke of Burgundy, to say nothing of other great lords.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; you are right there. But though we talk a great deal about fighting, it is only occasionally that we engage in it.\u201d\n\nThe pages' room was a small one. It contained two pallets, which served as seats by day, and two wooden chests, in which they kept their clothes.\n\nTheir conversation was interrupted by the ringing of a bell.\n\n\u201cThat is supper,\u201d De Lille said, jumping up. \u201cWe will leave you here while we go down to stand behind our lord's chair. When the meal is over we will bring a pasty or something else good, and a measure of wine, and have our supper together up here; and we will tell the servitors to bring up another pallet for you. Of course, you can go down with us if you like.\u201d\n\n\u201cThank you, I would much rather stay here. Every one would be strange to me, and having nothing to do I should feel in the way.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWe will leave you here while we go down to stand behind our lord's chair. When the meal is over we will bring a pasty or something else good, and a measure of wine, and have our supper together up here; and we will tell the servitors to bring up another pallet for you. Of course, you can go down with us if you like.\u201d", "context": "\u201cthere is any love lost between Louis of France and the Duke of Burgundy, to say nothing of other great lords.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo; you are right there. But though we talk a great deal about fighting, it is only occasionally that we engage in it.\u201d\n\nThe pages' room was a small one. It contained two pallets, which served as seats by day, and two wooden chests, in which they kept their clothes.\n\nTheir conversation was interrupted by the ringing of a bell.\n\n\u201cThat is supper,\u201d De Lille said, jumping up. \u201cWe will leave you here while we go down to stand behind our lord's chair. When the meal is over we will bring a pasty or something else good, and a measure of wine, and have our supper together up here; and we will tell the servitors to bring up another pallet for you. Of course, you can go down with us if you like.\u201d\n\n\u201cThank you, I would much rather stay here. Every one would be strange to me, and having nothing to do I should feel in the way.\u201d\n\nThe boys nodded, and taking their caps ran off, while Gervaise, tired by the excitement of the day, lay down on the bed which a servant brought up a few minutes after they had left him, and slept soundly until their return.\n\n\u201cI think I have been asleep,\u201d he said, starting up when they entered the room again."}, {"quote": "\u201cThank you, I would much rather stay here. Every one would be strange to me, and having nothing to do I should feel in the way.\u201d", "context": "Their conversation was interrupted by the ringing of a bell.\n\n\u201cThat is supper,\u201d De Lille said, jumping up. \u201cWe will leave you here while we go down to stand behind our lord's chair. When the meal is over we will bring a pasty or something else good, and a measure of wine, and have our supper together up here; and we will tell the servitors to bring up another pallet for you. Of course, you can go down with us if you like.\u201d\n\n\u201cThank you, I would much rather stay here. Every one would be strange to me, and having nothing to do I should feel in the way.\u201d\n\nThe boys nodded, and taking their caps ran off, while Gervaise, tired by the excitement of the day, lay down on the bed which a servant brought up a few minutes after they had left him, and slept soundly until their return.\n\n\u201cI think I have been asleep,\u201d he said, starting up when they entered the room again.\n\n\u201cYou look as if you had, anyhow,\u201d De Lille laughed. \u201cIt was the best thing you could do. We have brought up supper. We generally sit down and eat after the knights have done, but this is much better, as you are here"}, {"quote": "\u201cI think I have been asleep,", "context": "\u201cWe will leave you here while we go down to stand behind our lord's chair. When the meal is over we will bring a pasty or something else good, and a measure of wine, and have our supper together up here; and we will tell the servitors to bring up another pallet for you. Of course, you can go down with us if you like.\u201d\n\n\u201cThank you, I would much rather stay here. Every one would be strange to me, and having nothing to do I should feel in the way.\u201d\n\nThe boys nodded, and taking their caps ran off, while Gervaise, tired by the excitement of the day, lay down on the bed which a servant brought up a few minutes after they had left him, and slept soundly until their return.\n\n\u201cI think I have been asleep,\u201d he said, starting up when they entered the room again.\n\n\u201cYou look as if you had, anyhow,\u201d De Lille laughed. \u201cIt was the best thing you could do. We have brought up supper. We generally sit down and eat after the knights have done, but this is much better, as you are here.\u201d They sat down on the beds, carved the pasty with their daggers, and after they had finished Gervaise gladly accepted the proposal of the others to take a walk round the walls."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou look as if you had, anyhow,", "context": "\u201cThank you, I would much rather stay here. Every one would be strange to me, and having nothing to do I should feel in the way.\u201d\n\nThe boys nodded, and taking their caps ran off, while Gervaise, tired by the excitement of the day, lay down on the bed which a servant brought up a few minutes after they had left him, and slept soundly until their return.\n\n\u201cI think I have been asleep,\u201d he said, starting up when they entered the room again.\n\n\u201cYou look as if you had, anyhow,\u201d De Lille laughed. \u201cIt was the best thing you could do. We have brought up supper. We generally sit down and eat after the knights have done, but this is much better, as you are here.\u201d They sat down on the beds, carved the pasty with their daggers, and after they had finished Gervaise gladly accepted the proposal of the others to take a walk round the walls.\n\nThey started from the corner of the castle looking down upon the spit of land dividing the two ports."}, {"quote": "\u201cIt was the best thing you could do. We have brought up supper. We generally sit down and eat after the knights have done, but this is much better, as you are here.", "context": "\u201cThank you, I would much rather stay here. Every one would be strange to me, and having nothing to do I should feel in the way.\u201d\n\nThe boys nodded, and taking their caps ran off, while Gervaise, tired by the excitement of the day, lay down on the bed which a servant brought up a few minutes after they had left him, and slept soundly until their return.\n\n\u201cI think I have been asleep,\u201d he said, starting up when they entered the room again.\n\n\u201cYou look as if you had, anyhow,\u201d De Lille laughed. \u201cIt was the best thing you could do. We have brought up supper. We generally sit down and eat after the knights have done, but this is much better, as you are here.\u201d They sat down on the beds, carved the pasty with their daggers, and after they had finished Gervaise gladly accepted the proposal of the others to take a walk round the walls.\n\nThey started from the corner of the castle looking down upon the spit of land dividing the two ports.\n\n\u201cYou see,\u201d De Lille said, \u201cthere is a row of small islands across the mouth of the outer port, and the guns of St. Nicholas, and those on this wall, would prevent any hostile fleet from entering.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cthere is a row of small islands across the mouth of the outer port, and the guns of St. Nicholas, and those on this wall, would prevent any hostile fleet from entering.\u201d", "context": "\u201cIt was the best thing you could do. We have brought up supper. We generally sit down and eat after the knights have done, but this is much better, as you are here.\u201d They sat down on the beds, carved the pasty with their daggers, and after they had finished Gervaise gladly accepted the proposal of the others to take a walk round the walls.\n\nThey started from the corner of the castle looking down upon the spit of land dividing the two ports.\n\n\u201cYou see,\u201d De Lille said, \u201cthere is a row of small islands across the mouth of the outer port, and the guns of St. Nicholas, and those on this wall, would prevent any hostile fleet from entering.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hardly see what use that port is, for it lies altogether outside the town, and vessels could not unload there.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. Still, it forms a useful place of refuge. In case a great fleet came to attack us, our galleys would lay up in the inner port, which would be cleared of all the merchant craft, as these would hamper the defence; they would, therefore, be sent round into the outer port, where they would be safe from any attack by sea, although they would doubtless be burnt did an army besiege the town.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI hardly see what use that port is, for it lies altogether outside the town, and vessels could not unload there.\u201d", "context": "\u201d They sat down on the beds, carved the pasty with their daggers, and after they had finished Gervaise gladly accepted the proposal of the others to take a walk round the walls.\n\nThey started from the corner of the castle looking down upon the spit of land dividing the two ports.\n\n\u201cYou see,\u201d De Lille said, \u201cthere is a row of small islands across the mouth of the outer port, and the guns of St. Nicholas, and those on this wall, would prevent any hostile fleet from entering.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hardly see what use that port is, for it lies altogether outside the town, and vessels could not unload there.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. Still, it forms a useful place of refuge. In case a great fleet came to attack us, our galleys would lay up in the inner port, which would be cleared of all the merchant craft, as these would hamper the defence; they would, therefore, be sent round into the outer port, where they would be safe from any attack by sea, although they would doubtless be burnt did an army besiege the town.\u201d\n\nPassing along the walls of the grand master's palace, which was a strongly fortified building, and formed a citadel that could be defended after the lower town and the rest of the castle had been taken, they came to the western angle of the fortifications."}, {"quote": "\u201cNo. Still, it forms a useful place of refuge. In case a great fleet came to attack us, our galleys would lay up in the inner port, which would be cleared of all the merchant craft, as these would hamper the defence; they would, therefore, be sent round into the outer port, where they would be safe from any attack by sea, although they would doubtless be burnt did an army besiege the town.\u201d", "context": "\u201d They sat down on the beds, carved the pasty with their daggers, and after they had finished Gervaise gladly accepted the proposal of the others to take a walk round the walls.\n\nThey started from the corner of the castle looking down upon the spit of land dividing the two ports.\n\n\u201cYou see,\u201d De Lille said, \u201cthere is a row of small islands across the mouth of the outer port, and the guns of St. Nicholas, and those on this wall, would prevent any hostile fleet from entering.\u201d\n\n\u201cI hardly see what use that port is, for it lies altogether outside the town, and vessels could not unload there.\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. Still, it forms a useful place of refuge. In case a great fleet came to attack us, our galleys would lay up in the inner port, which would be cleared of all the merchant craft, as these would hamper the defence; they would, therefore, be sent round into the outer port, where they would be safe from any attack by sea, although they would doubtless be burnt did an army besiege the town.\u201d\n\nPassing along the walls of the grand master's palace, which was a strongly fortified building, and formed a citadel that could be defended after the lower town and the rest of the castle had been taken, they came to the western angle of the fortifications.\n\n\u201cYou must know that each langue has charge of a separate part of the wall. From the foot of the mole of St. Nicholas to the grand master's palace it is in charge of France. On the line where we now are, between the palace and the gate of St. George, it is held by Germany. From that gate to the Spanish tower Auvergne is posted. England takes the wall between the Spanish tower and that of St. Mary. You defend only the lower storey of that tower, the upper part being held by Aragon, whose charge extends up to the gate of St. John. Thence to the tower of Italy -- behind which lies the Jews' quarter -- Provence is in charge, while the sea front thence to the mole of St. Nicholas, is held by Italy and Castile, each taking half. Not only have the langues the charge of defending each its portion of the wall, but of keeping it in order at all times; and I may say that nowhere is the wall better kept or more fairly decorated with carvings than where England holds.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou must know that each langue has charge of a separate part of the wall. From the foot of the mole of St. Nicholas to the grand master's palace it is in charge of France. On the line where we now are, between the palace and the gate of St. George, it is held by Germany. From that gate to the Spanish tower Auvergne is posted. England takes the wall between the Spanish tower and that of St. Mary. You defend only the lower storey of that tower, the upper part being held by Aragon, whose charge extends up to the gate of St. John. Thence to the tower of Italy -- behind which lies the Jews' quarter -- Provence is in charge, while the sea front thence to the mole of St. Nicholas, is held by Italy and Castile, each taking half. Not only have the langues the charge of defending each its portion of the wall, but of keeping it in order at all times; and I may say that nowhere is the wall better kept or more fairly decorated with carvings than where England holds.\u201d", "context": "\u201cNo. Still, it forms a useful place of refuge. In case a great fleet came to attack us, our galleys would lay up in the inner port, which would be cleared of all the merchant craft, as these would hamper the defence; they would, therefore, be sent round into the outer port, where they would be safe from any attack by sea, although they would doubtless be burnt did an army besiege the town.\u201d\n\nPassing along the walls of the grand master's palace, which was a strongly fortified building, and formed a citadel that could be defended after the lower town and the rest of the castle had been taken, they came to the western angle of the fortifications.\n\n\u201cYou must know that each langue has charge of a separate part of the wall. From the foot of the mole of St. Nicholas to the grand master's palace it is in charge of France. On the line where we now are, between the palace and the gate of St. George, it is held by Germany. From that gate to the Spanish tower Auvergne is posted. England takes the wall between the Spanish tower and that of St. Mary. You defend only the lower storey of that tower, the upper part being held by Aragon, whose charge extends up to the gate of St. John. Thence to the tower of Italy -- behind which lies the Jews' quarter -- Provence is in charge, while the sea front thence to the mole of St. Nicholas, is held by Italy and Castile, each taking half. Not only have the langues the charge of defending each its portion of the wall, but of keeping it in order at all times; and I may say that nowhere is the wall better kept or more fairly decorated with carvings than where England holds.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have not told me who defends the palace itself.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is in charge of a force composed of equal numbers of picked knights from each langue.\u201d\n\nGervaise leant on the battlement and looked with admiration at the scene beyond. The land side was surrounded by hills, the ground rising very gradually from the foot of the walls. Every yard of ground was cultivated, and was covered with brilliant vegetation. Groves and orchards occurred thickly, while the slopes were dotted with chapels, summer houses -- in which the natives of the city spent most of their time in the hot season -- and other rustic buildings."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou have not told me who defends the palace itself.\u201d", "context": "\u201cYou must know that each langue has charge of a separate part of the wall. From the foot of the mole of St. Nicholas to the grand master's palace it is in charge of France. On the line where we now are, between the palace and the gate of St. George, it is held by Germany. From that gate to the Spanish tower Auvergne is posted. England takes the wall between the Spanish tower and that of St. Mary. You defend only the lower storey of that tower, the upper part being held by Aragon, whose charge extends up to the gate of St. John. Thence to the tower of Italy -- behind which lies the Jews' quarter -- Provence is in charge, while the sea front thence to the mole of St. Nicholas, is held by Italy and Castile, each taking half. Not only have the langues the charge of defending each its portion of the wall, but of keeping it in order at all times; and I may say that nowhere is the wall better kept or more fairly decorated with carvings than where England holds.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have not told me who defends the palace itself.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is in charge of a force composed of equal numbers of picked knights from each langue.\u201d\n\nGervaise leant on the battlement and looked with admiration at the scene beyond. The land side was surrounded by hills, the ground rising very gradually from the foot of the walls. Every yard of ground was cultivated, and was covered with brilliant vegetation. Groves and orchards occurred thickly, while the slopes were dotted with chapels, summer houses -- in which the natives of the city spent most of their time in the hot season -- and other rustic buildings."}, {"quote": "\u201cThat is in charge of a force composed of equal numbers of picked knights from each langue.\u201d", "context": "\u201cYou must know that each langue has charge of a separate part of the wall. From the foot of the mole of St. Nicholas to the grand master's palace it is in charge of France. On the line where we now are, between the palace and the gate of St. George, it is held by Germany. From that gate to the Spanish tower Auvergne is posted. England takes the wall between the Spanish tower and that of St. Mary. You defend only the lower storey of that tower, the upper part being held by Aragon, whose charge extends up to the gate of St. John. Thence to the tower of Italy -- behind which lies the Jews' quarter -- Provence is in charge, while the sea front thence to the mole of St. Nicholas, is held by Italy and Castile, each taking half. Not only have the langues the charge of defending each its portion of the wall, but of keeping it in order at all times; and I may say that nowhere is the wall better kept or more fairly decorated with carvings than where England holds.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have not told me who defends the palace itself.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat is in charge of a force composed of equal numbers of picked knights from each langue.\u201d\n\nGervaise leant on the battlement and looked with admiration at the scene beyond. The land side was surrounded by hills, the ground rising very gradually from the foot of the walls. Every yard of ground was cultivated, and was covered with brilliant vegetation. Groves and orchards occurred thickly, while the slopes were dotted with chapels, summer houses -- in which the natives of the city spent most of their time in the hot season -- and other rustic buildings.\n\n\u201cWhat a rich and beautiful country"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat a rich and beautiful country!", "context": "\u201cThat is in charge of a force composed of equal numbers of picked knights from each langue.\u201d\n\nGervaise leant on the battlement and looked with admiration at the scene beyond. The land side was surrounded by hills, the ground rising very gradually from the foot of the walls. Every yard of ground was cultivated, and was covered with brilliant vegetation. Groves and orchards occurred thickly, while the slopes were dotted with chapels, summer houses -- in which the natives of the city spent most of their time in the hot season -- and other rustic buildings.\n\n\u201cWhat a rich and beautiful country!\u201d he said.\n\n\u201cIt is very pleasant to look at,\u201d De Lille agreed. \u201cBut all this would be a sore disadvantage to us if the Turks were besieging us, for the groves and orchards would conceal their approaches, the walls and buildings would give them shelter, and our cannon would be of little use until they reached the farther side of the ditch. If the Turks come, I hear it is decided to level all the buildings and walls, and to chop down every tree.\u201d\n\n\u201cIf they were to plant their cannon on the hills they would do us much harm"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt is very pleasant to look at,", "context": "Gervaise leant on the battlement and looked with admiration at the scene beyond. The land side was surrounded by hills, the ground rising very gradually from the foot of the walls. Every yard of ground was cultivated, and was covered with brilliant vegetation. Groves and orchards occurred thickly, while the slopes were dotted with chapels, summer houses -- in which the natives of the city spent most of their time in the hot season -- and other rustic buildings.\n\n\u201cWhat a rich and beautiful country!\u201d he said.\n\n\u201cIt is very pleasant to look at,\u201d De Lille agreed. \u201cBut all this would be a sore disadvantage to us if the Turks were besieging us, for the groves and orchards would conceal their approaches, the walls and buildings would give them shelter, and our cannon would be of little use until they reached the farther side of the ditch. If the Turks come, I hear it is decided to level all the buildings and walls, and to chop down every tree.\u201d\n\n\u201cIf they were to plant their cannon on the hills they would do us much harm"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut all this would be a sore disadvantage to us if the Turks were besieging us, for the groves and orchards would conceal their approaches, the walls and buildings would give them shelter, and our cannon would be of little use until they reached the farther side of the ditch. If the Turks come, I hear it is decided to level all the buildings and walls, and to chop down every tree.\u201d", "context": "Gervaise leant on the battlement and looked with admiration at the scene beyond. The land side was surrounded by hills, the ground rising very gradually from the foot of the walls. Every yard of ground was cultivated, and was covered with brilliant vegetation. Groves and orchards occurred thickly, while the slopes were dotted with chapels, summer houses -- in which the natives of the city spent most of their time in the hot season -- and other rustic buildings.\n\n\u201cWhat a rich and beautiful country!\u201d he said.\n\n\u201cIt is very pleasant to look at,\u201d De Lille agreed. \u201cBut all this would be a sore disadvantage to us if the Turks were besieging us, for the groves and orchards would conceal their approaches, the walls and buildings would give them shelter, and our cannon would be of little use until they reached the farther side of the ditch. If the Turks come, I hear it is decided to level all the buildings and walls, and to chop down every tree.\u201d\n\n\u201cIf they were to plant their cannon on the hills they would do us much harm,\u201d Gervaise remarked.\n\n\u201cThe Turks are clumsy gunners they say,\u201d Deauville replied, \u201cand they would but waste their powder and ball at that distance, without making a breach in our walls.\u201d\n\n\u201cEven if they did, they could surely scarce pass that deep fosse,\u201d Gervaise said, looking down into the tremendous cutting in the solid rock that ran round the whole circuit of the walls; it was from forty to sixty feet deep, and from ninety to a hundred and forty feet wide. It was from this great cutting that the stones for the construction of the walls, towers, and buildings of the town had been taken, the work having been going on ever since the knights established themselves at Rhodes, and being performed by a host of captives taken in war, together with labour hired from neighboring islands. Upon this immense work the Order had expended no small proportion of their revenue since their capture of the island in 1310, and the result was a fortress that, under the conditions of warfare of that age, seemed almost impregnable; and this without any natural advantage of position."}, {"quote": "\u201cIf they were to plant their cannon on the hills they would do us much harm,", "context": "\u201cWhat a rich and beautiful country!\u201d he said.\n\n\u201cIt is very pleasant to look at,\u201d De Lille agreed. \u201cBut all this would be a sore disadvantage to us if the Turks were besieging us, for the groves and orchards would conceal their approaches, the walls and buildings would give them shelter, and our cannon would be of little use until they reached the farther side of the ditch. If the Turks come, I hear it is decided to level all the buildings and walls, and to chop down every tree.\u201d\n\n\u201cIf they were to plant their cannon on the hills they would do us much harm,\u201d Gervaise remarked.\n\n\u201cThe Turks are clumsy gunners they say,\u201d Deauville replied, \u201cand they would but waste their powder and ball at that distance, without making a breach in our walls.\u201d\n\n\u201cEven if they did, they could surely scarce pass that deep fosse,\u201d Gervaise said, looking down into the tremendous cutting in the solid rock that ran round the whole circuit of the walls; it was from forty to sixty feet deep, and from ninety to a hundred and forty feet wide. It was from this great cutting that the stones for the construction of the walls, towers, and buildings of the town had been taken, the work having been going on ever since the knights established themselves at Rhodes, and being performed by a host of captives taken in war, together with labour hired from neighboring islands. Upon this immense work the Order had expended no small proportion of their revenue since their capture of the island in 1310, and the result was a fortress that, under the conditions of warfare of that age, seemed almost impregnable; and this without any natural advantage of position."}, {"quote": "\u201cThe Turks are clumsy gunners they say,", "context": "\u201cBut all this would be a sore disadvantage to us if the Turks were besieging us, for the groves and orchards would conceal their approaches, the walls and buildings would give them shelter, and our cannon would be of little use until they reached the farther side of the ditch. If the Turks come, I hear it is decided to level all the buildings and walls, and to chop down every tree.\u201d\n\n\u201cIf they were to plant their cannon on the hills they would do us much harm,\u201d Gervaise remarked.\n\n\u201cThe Turks are clumsy gunners they say,\u201d Deauville replied, \u201cand they would but waste their powder and ball at that distance, without making a breach in our walls.\u201d\n\n\u201cEven if they did, they could surely scarce pass that deep fosse,\u201d Gervaise said, looking down into the tremendous cutting in the solid rock that ran round the whole circuit of the walls; it was from forty to sixty feet deep, and from ninety to a hundred and forty feet wide. It was from this great cutting that the stones for the construction of the walls, towers, and buildings of the town had been taken, the work having been going on ever since the knights established themselves at Rhodes, and being performed by a host of captives taken in war, together with labour hired from neighboring islands. Upon this immense work the Order had expended no small proportion of their revenue since their capture of the island in 1310, and the result was a fortress that, under the conditions of warfare of that age, seemed almost impregnable; and this without any natural advantage of position."}, {"quote": "\u201cand they would but waste their powder and ball at that distance, without making a breach in our walls.\u201d", "context": "\u201cBut all this would be a sore disadvantage to us if the Turks were besieging us, for the groves and orchards would conceal their approaches, the walls and buildings would give them shelter, and our cannon would be of little use until they reached the farther side of the ditch. If the Turks come, I hear it is decided to level all the buildings and walls, and to chop down every tree.\u201d\n\n\u201cIf they were to plant their cannon on the hills they would do us much harm,\u201d Gervaise remarked.\n\n\u201cThe Turks are clumsy gunners they say,\u201d Deauville replied, \u201cand they would but waste their powder and ball at that distance, without making a breach in our walls.\u201d\n\n\u201cEven if they did, they could surely scarce pass that deep fosse,\u201d Gervaise said, looking down into the tremendous cutting in the solid rock that ran round the whole circuit of the walls; it was from forty to sixty feet deep, and from ninety to a hundred and forty feet wide. It was from this great cutting that the stones for the construction of the walls, towers, and buildings of the town had been taken, the work having been going on ever since the knights established themselves at Rhodes, and being performed by a host of captives taken in war, together with labour hired from neighboring islands. Upon this immense work the Order had expended no small proportion of their revenue since their capture of the island in 1310, and the result was a fortress that, under the conditions of warfare of that age, seemed almost impregnable; and this without any natural advantage of position."}, {"quote": "\u201cEven if they did, they could surely scarce pass that deep fosse,", "context": "\u201cBut all this would be a sore disadvantage to us if the Turks were besieging us, for the groves and orchards would conceal their approaches, the walls and buildings would give them shelter, and our cannon would be of little use until they reached the farther side of the ditch. If the Turks come, I hear it is decided to level all the buildings and walls, and to chop down every tree.\u201d\n\n\u201cIf they were to plant their cannon on the hills they would do us much harm,\u201d Gervaise remarked.\n\n\u201cThe Turks are clumsy gunners they say,\u201d Deauville replied, \u201cand they would but waste their powder and ball at that distance, without making a breach in our walls.\u201d\n\n\u201cEven if they did, they could surely scarce pass that deep fosse,\u201d Gervaise said, looking down into the tremendous cutting in the solid rock that ran round the whole circuit of the walls; it was from forty to sixty feet deep, and from ninety to a hundred and forty feet wide. It was from this great cutting that the stones for the construction of the walls, towers, and buildings of the town had been taken, the work having been going on ever since the knights established themselves at Rhodes, and being performed by a host of captives taken in war, together with labour hired from neighboring islands. Upon this immense work the Order had expended no small proportion of their revenue since their capture of the island in 1310, and the result was a fortress that, under the conditions of warfare of that age, seemed almost impregnable; and this without any natural advantage of position."}, {"quote": "\u201cHow different to the towns at home!", "context": "In addition to the five great towers or bastions, the wall was strengthened by square towers at short intervals. On looking down from the wall upon which the three pages were standing, on to the lower town, the view was a singular one. The houses were all built of stone, with flat roofs, after the manner of most Eastern cities. The streets were very narrow, and were crossed at frequent intervals by broad stone arches. These had the effect, not only of giving shelter from an enemy's fire, but of affording means by which troops could march rapidly across the town upon the roofs of the houses to reinforce the defenders of the wall, wherever pressed by the enemy. Thus the town from above presented the appearance of a great pavement, broken only by dark and frequently interrupted lines.\n\n\u201cHow different to the towns at home!\u201d Gervaise exclaimed, as, after gazing long upon the beautiful country outside the walls, he turned and looked inward. \u201cOne would hardly know that it was a town at all.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, it is rather different to the view from the top of the tower of Notre Dame, which I ascended while I was staying in Paris. But this sort of building is best here; the thickness of the stone roofs keeps out the heat of the sun, and it is only when it is almost overhead that it shines down into the narrow streets. As you can see by the number of the people on the roofs, they use them as a resort in the evening. Then carpets are spread, and they receive visitors, and can talk to their neighbours over the low walls that separate the roofs. You can trace the divisions. Some of the house roofs are larger than others, but all are upon the same level; this being the regulation, in order that there might be free passage everywhere for the troops.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cOne would hardly know that it was a town at all.\u201d", "context": "In addition to the five great towers or bastions, the wall was strengthened by square towers at short intervals. On looking down from the wall upon which the three pages were standing, on to the lower town, the view was a singular one. The houses were all built of stone, with flat roofs, after the manner of most Eastern cities. The streets were very narrow, and were crossed at frequent intervals by broad stone arches. These had the effect, not only of giving shelter from an enemy's fire, but of affording means by which troops could march rapidly across the town upon the roofs of the houses to reinforce the defenders of the wall, wherever pressed by the enemy. Thus the town from above presented the appearance of a great pavement, broken only by dark and frequently interrupted lines.\n\n\u201cHow different to the towns at home!\u201d Gervaise exclaimed, as, after gazing long upon the beautiful country outside the walls, he turned and looked inward. \u201cOne would hardly know that it was a town at all.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, it is rather different to the view from the top of the tower of Notre Dame, which I ascended while I was staying in Paris. But this sort of building is best here; the thickness of the stone roofs keeps out the heat of the sun, and it is only when it is almost overhead that it shines down into the narrow streets. As you can see by the number of the people on the roofs, they use them as a resort in the evening. Then carpets are spread, and they receive visitors, and can talk to their neighbours over the low walls that separate the roofs. You can trace the divisions. Some of the house roofs are larger than others, but all are upon the same level; this being the regulation, in order that there might be free passage everywhere for the troops.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYes, it is rather different to the view from the top of the tower of Notre Dame, which I ascended while I was staying in Paris. But this sort of building is best here; the thickness of the stone roofs keeps out the heat of the sun, and it is only when it is almost overhead that it shines down into the narrow streets. As you can see by the number of the people on the roofs, they use them as a resort in the evening. Then carpets are spread, and they receive visitors, and can talk to their neighbours over the low walls that separate the roofs. You can trace the divisions. Some of the house roofs are larger than others, but all are upon the same level; this being the regulation, in order that there might be free passage everywhere for the troops.\u201d", "context": "In addition to the five great towers or bastions, the wall was strengthened by square towers at short intervals. On looking down from the wall upon which the three pages were standing, on to the lower town, the view was a singular one. The houses were all built of stone, with flat roofs, after the manner of most Eastern cities. The streets were very narrow, and were crossed at frequent intervals by broad stone arches. These had the effect, not only of giving shelter from an enemy's fire, but of affording means by which troops could march rapidly across the town upon the roofs of the houses to reinforce the defenders of the wall, wherever pressed by the enemy. Thus the town from above presented the appearance of a great pavement, broken only by dark and frequently interrupted lines.\n\n\u201cHow different to the towns at home!\u201d Gervaise exclaimed, as, after gazing long upon the beautiful country outside the walls, he turned and looked inward. \u201cOne would hardly know that it was a town at all.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, it is rather different to the view from the top of the tower of Notre Dame, which I ascended while I was staying in Paris. But this sort of building is best here; the thickness of the stone roofs keeps out the heat of the sun, and it is only when it is almost overhead that it shines down into the narrow streets. As you can see by the number of the people on the roofs, they use them as a resort in the evening. Then carpets are spread, and they receive visitors, and can talk to their neighbours over the low walls that separate the roofs. You can trace the divisions. Some of the house roofs are larger than others, but all are upon the same level; this being the regulation, in order that there might be free passage everywhere for the troops.\u201d\n\nBy the time they had made the circuit of the walls darkness had fallen, and concealed the martial features of the scene. Lights twinkled everywhere upon the stone terraces; the sound of lutes and other musical instruments came up softly on the still air, with the hum of talk and laughter. The sea lay as smooth as a mirror, and reflected the light of the stars, and the black hulls of the galleys and ships in the harbour lay still and motionless.\n\nGreatly pleased with his first experience of the city that was to be his future home, Gervaise returned, with his companions, to the auberge of Auvergne."}, {"quote": "\u201cThis is your new comrade, boys,", "context": "The next morning the bailiff D'Aubusson bade Gervaise accompany him to the palace of the grand master. Here he introduced him to Orsini, an old and feeble man, who, after a few kind words, handed him over to the chamberlain, who, in turn, led him to the official who was in charge of the pages. That officer took him down to the courtyard, where four young knights were engaged in superintending the military exercises of the pages. The scene was exactly the same as that to which Gervaise had been accustomed at the House in London. Some of the lads were fighting with blunted swords, others were swinging heavy bars of iron, climbing ropes, or vaulting on to the back of a wooden horse. All paused as the official entered with his charge.\n\n\u201cThis is your new comrade, boys,\u201d he said -- \u201cMaster Gervaise Tresham, a member of the English langue. Be good comrades to him. By the reports I hear I am sure that you will find him a worthy companion.\u201d\n\nThe pages had been prepared to like the newcomer, for it was well known that he owed his appointment to the bailiff of Auvergne, who was the most popular of the officials of the Order, and who was already regarded as the grand master. His appearance confirmed their anticipation. His fair complexion and nut brown hair tinged with gold, cut somewhat short, but with a natural wave, contrasted with their darker locks and faces bronzed by the sun. There was an honest and frank look in his grey eyes, and an expression of good temper on his face, though the square chin and firm lips spoke of earnestness and resolution of purpose. The official took him round the circle and presented him first to the knights and then to each of his comrades."}, {"quote": "\u201cMaster Gervaise Tresham, a member of the English langue. Be good comrades to him. By the reports I hear I am sure that you will find him a worthy companion.\u201d", "context": "The next morning the bailiff D'Aubusson bade Gervaise accompany him to the palace of the grand master. Here he introduced him to Orsini, an old and feeble man, who, after a few kind words, handed him over to the chamberlain, who, in turn, led him to the official who was in charge of the pages. That officer took him down to the courtyard, where four young knights were engaged in superintending the military exercises of the pages. The scene was exactly the same as that to which Gervaise had been accustomed at the House in London. Some of the lads were fighting with blunted swords, others were swinging heavy bars of iron, climbing ropes, or vaulting on to the back of a wooden horse. All paused as the official entered with his charge.\n\n\u201cThis is your new comrade, boys,\u201d he said -- \u201cMaster Gervaise Tresham, a member of the English langue. Be good comrades to him. By the reports I hear I am sure that you will find him a worthy companion.\u201d\n\nThe pages had been prepared to like the newcomer, for it was well known that he owed his appointment to the bailiff of Auvergne, who was the most popular of the officials of the Order, and who was already regarded as the grand master. His appearance confirmed their anticipation. His fair complexion and nut brown hair tinged with gold, cut somewhat short, but with a natural wave, contrasted with their darker locks and faces bronzed by the sun. There was an honest and frank look in his grey eyes, and an expression of good temper on his face, though the square chin and firm lips spoke of earnestness and resolution of purpose. The official took him round the circle and presented him first to the knights and then to each of his comrades."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou may as well join them in their exercises. In that way you will sooner become at home with them.\u201d", "context": "The pages had been prepared to like the newcomer, for it was well known that he owed his appointment to the bailiff of Auvergne, who was the most popular of the officials of the Order, and who was already regarded as the grand master. His appearance confirmed their anticipation. His fair complexion and nut brown hair tinged with gold, cut somewhat short, but with a natural wave, contrasted with their darker locks and faces bronzed by the sun. There was an honest and frank look in his grey eyes, and an expression of good temper on his face, though the square chin and firm lips spoke of earnestness and resolution of purpose. The official took him round the circle and presented him first to the knights and then to each of his comrades.\n\n\u201cYou may as well join them in their exercises. In that way you will sooner become at home with them.\u201d\n\nGervaise at once laid down his mantle, removed his doublet, and then joined the others. There was but one half hour remaining before they broke off to go to dinner, which was at half past ten, but the time sufficed to show the young pages that this English lad was the equal of all -- except two or three of the oldest -- both in strength and in knowledge of arms. He could climb the rope with any of them, could vault on to the wooden horse with a heavy cuirass and backpiece on him, and held his own in a bout with swords against Conrad von Berghoff, who was considered the best swordplayer among them. As soon as the exercises were over all proceeded to the bath, and then to dinner. The meal was a simple one, but Gervaise enjoyed it thoroughly, for the table was loaded with an abundance of fruits of kinds altogether novel to him, and which he found delicious."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou will have to get one more suit, Gervaise,", "context": "He, on his part, learnt that the duties of the pages were very light. Two only were on duty each day, being in constant attendance on the grand master, and accompanying him wherever he went. When he dined in public four of them waited on him at table, and one of them performed the duties of taster. If he returned to the palace after dark, six others lined the staircase with torches. On occasions of state ceremony, and at the numerous religious festivals, all were in attendance. By this time Gervaise's trunks had been brought over from the English auberge, where they had been conveyed from the ship, and his garments were taken out and inspected by his comrades, who all admitted that they were, in point of beauty of colour and material, and in fashion, equal to their own.\n\n\u201cYou will have to get one more suit, Gervaise,\u201d one of the lads said. \u201cAt one or two of the grand ceremonies every year we are all dressed alike; that is the rule. On other occasions we wear what we choose, so that our garments are handsome, and I think it looks a good deal better than when we are dressed alike; though no doubt in religious processions that is more appropriate. De Ribaumont, our governor, will give orders for the supply of your state costume. He is a good fellow. Of course, he has to be rather strict with us; but so long as there is nothing done that he considers discreditable to our position, he lets us do pretty nearly as we like."}, {"quote": "\"Still I should be glad to have those 'Franks.'\"", "context": "The struggle was coming to an end. As the musketry ceased, the shouts of Cossack triumph rose louder and louder to the sky.\n\n\"Tugai Bey,\" said Hmelnitski, \"this is our first victory.\"\n\n\"There are no captives!\" blurted out the murza. \"I want no such victories as this!\"\n\n\"You will get captives in the Ukraine. You will fill all Stamboul and Galata with your prisoners!\"\n\n\"I will take even you, if there is no one else!\" Having said this, the wild Tugai Bey laughed ominously; then he added: \"Still I should be glad to have those 'Franks.'\"\n\nThe battle had ended. Tugai Bey turned his horse to the camp.\n\n\"Now for J\u00f3ltiya Vodi!\" cried Hmelnitski.\n\nCHAPTER XV.\n\nSkshetuski, hearing the battle, waited with trembling for the conclusion of it. He thought at first that Hmelnitski was meeting all the forces of the hetmans. But toward evening old Zakhar led him out of his error. The news of the treason of the Cossacks under Krechovski and the destruction of the Germans agitated Pan Yan to the bottom of his soul; for it was prophetic of future desertions, and the lieutenant knew perfectly that no small part of the armies of the hetmans was made up of Cossacks."}, {"quote": "\"Tsar of the Crimea", "context": "In pain from his wounds, in disquiet, during sleepless nights, Skshetuski had consoled himself with the single thought of the prince. The star of Hmelnitski must pale when that of the prince rises in Lubni. And who knows whether he has not joined the hetmans already? Though the forces of Hmelnitski were considerable, though the beginning of the campaign was favorable, though Tugai Bey marched with him, and in case of failure the \"Tsar of the Crimea\" had promised to move with reinforcements in person, the thought never rose in the mind of Skshetuski that the disturbance could endure long, that one Cossack could shake the whole Commonwealth and break its terrible power. \"That wave will be broken at the threshold of the Ukraine,\" thought the lieutenant. \"How have all the Cossack rebellions ended? They have burst out like a flame and have been stifled at the first meeting with the hetmans.\" Such had been the outcome up to that time. For on one side there rose a crowd of bandits from the lower country, and on the other the power whose shores were washed by two seas. The end was easily foreseen: the storm could not be lasting; it would pass, and calm would follow. This thought strengthened Skshetuski, and perhaps kept him on his feet while he was weighted with such a burden as he had never carried in his life before. The storm, though it would pass might desolate fields, wreck houses, and inflict unspeakable harm. In this storm he had almost lost his life, had lost his strength, and had fallen into bitter captivity just at the time when freedom was worth really as much to him as life itself. What, then, must be the suffering, in this uproar, of beings without power to defend themselves? What was happening to Helena in Rozlogi?"}, {"quote": "\"That wave will be broken at the threshold of the Ukraine,", "context": "In pain from his wounds, in disquiet, during sleepless nights, Skshetuski had consoled himself with the single thought of the prince. The star of Hmelnitski must pale when that of the prince rises in Lubni. And who knows whether he has not joined the hetmans already? Though the forces of Hmelnitski were considerable, though the beginning of the campaign was favorable, though Tugai Bey marched with him, and in case of failure the \"Tsar of the Crimea\" had promised to move with reinforcements in person, the thought never rose in the mind of Skshetuski that the disturbance could endure long, that one Cossack could shake the whole Commonwealth and break its terrible power. \"That wave will be broken at the threshold of the Ukraine,\" thought the lieutenant. \"How have all the Cossack rebellions ended? They have burst out like a flame and have been stifled at the first meeting with the hetmans.\" Such had been the outcome up to that time. For on one side there rose a crowd of bandits from the lower country, and on the other the power whose shores were washed by two seas. The end was easily foreseen: the storm could not be lasting; it would pass, and calm would follow. This thought strengthened Skshetuski, and perhaps kept him on his feet while he was weighted with such a burden as he had never carried in his life before. The storm, though it would pass might desolate fields, wreck houses, and inflict unspeakable harm. In this storm he had almost lost his life, had lost his strength, and had fallen into bitter captivity just at the time when freedom was worth really as much to him as life itself. What, then, must be the suffering, in this uproar, of beings without power to defend themselves? What was happening to Helena in Rozlogi?"}, {"quote": "\"How have all the Cossack rebellions ended? They have burst out like a flame and have been stifled at the first meeting with the hetmans.", "context": "In pain from his wounds, in disquiet, during sleepless nights, Skshetuski had consoled himself with the single thought of the prince. The star of Hmelnitski must pale when that of the prince rises in Lubni. And who knows whether he has not joined the hetmans already? Though the forces of Hmelnitski were considerable, though the beginning of the campaign was favorable, though Tugai Bey marched with him, and in case of failure the \"Tsar of the Crimea\" had promised to move with reinforcements in person, the thought never rose in the mind of Skshetuski that the disturbance could endure long, that one Cossack could shake the whole Commonwealth and break its terrible power. \"That wave will be broken at the threshold of the Ukraine,\" thought the lieutenant. \"How have all the Cossack rebellions ended? They have burst out like a flame and have been stifled at the first meeting with the hetmans.\" Such had been the outcome up to that time. For on one side there rose a crowd of bandits from the lower country, and on the other the power whose shores were washed by two seas. The end was easily foreseen: the storm could not be lasting; it would pass, and calm would follow. This thought strengthened Skshetuski, and perhaps kept him on his feet while he was weighted with such a burden as he had never carried in his life before. The storm, though it would pass might desolate fields, wreck houses, and inflict unspeakable harm. In this storm he had almost lost his life, had lost his strength, and had fallen into bitter captivity just at the time when freedom was worth really as much to him as life itself. What, then, must be the suffering, in this uproar, of beings without power to defend themselves? What was happening to Helena in Rozlogi?"}, {"quote": "\"looking, with the many eyes of his mind, on every side, like a cunning hunter, and having sentries posted five miles and farther from his camp.\"", "context": "The wave flowed on, indeed. Hmelnitski moved forward without delay, and marched to meet the son of the hetman. His power was really formidable; for with the Cossacks of Krechovski and the party of Tugai Bey, he led nearly twenty-five thousand trained men eager for battle. There was no reliable information concerning Pototski's numbers. Deserters declared that he had two thousand heavy cavalry and a number of field-pieces. A battle with that proportion of forces might be doubtful; for one attack of the terrible hussars was often sufficient to destroy ten times the number of troops. Thus Pan Hodkyevich, the Lithuanian hetman, in his time, with three thousand hussars at Kirchholm, ground into the dust eighteen thousand chosen men of the Swedish infantry and cavalry; and at Klushin one armored regiment with wild fury dispersed several thousand English and Scotch mercenaries. Hmelnitski remembered this, and marched, as the Russian chronicler has it, slowly and carefully; \"looking, with the many eyes of his mind, on every side, like a cunning hunter, and having sentries posted five miles and farther from his camp.\"\n\nIn this fashion he approached J\u00f3ltiya Vodi. Two new informants were brought in. These gave assurance of the small number of Pototski's forces, and stated that the castellan had already crossed J\u00f3ltiya Vodi.\n\nHearing this, Hmelnitski stopped as if pinned to the earth, and intrenched himself. His heart beat joyfully. If Pototski would venture on a storm, he must be beaten. The Cossacks were unequal to armored men in the field, but behind a rampart they fought to perfection; and with such great preponderance of power they would surely repulse an assault. Hmelnitski reckoned on the youth and inexperience of Pototski. But at the side of the young castellan was an accomplished soldier, -- the starosta of Jiwets, Stephen Charnetski, colonel of hussars. He saw the danger, and persuaded Pototski to withdraw beyond J\u00f3ltiya Vodi."}, {"quote": "\"Only let the steppe get soft,", "context": "Nothing was left to Hmelnitski but to follow him. Next day he crossed the swamps of J\u00f3ltiya Vodi. The armies stood face to face, but neither of the leaders wished to strike the first blow. The hostile camps began to surround themselves hurriedly with trenches. It was Saturday, the 5th of May. Rain fell all day; clouds so covered the sky that from noon darkness reigned as on a winter day. Toward evening the rain increased still more. Hmelnitski rubbed his hands with joy.\n\n\"Only let the steppe get soft,\" said he to Krechovski, \"and I shall not hesitate to meet even the hussars on the offensive; for they will be drowned in the mud with their heavy armor.\"\n\nThe rain fell and fell, as if Heaven itself wished to come to the aid of the Zaporojians. The armies intrenched themselves lazily and gloomily amidst streams of water. It was impossible to kindle fires. Several thousand Tartars issued from the camp to watch lest the Polish tabor, taking advantage of the fog, the rain, and the night, might try to escape. Then profound stillness fell upon the camp. Nothing was heard but the patter of rain and the sound of wind. It was certain that no one slept on either side that night."}, {"quote": "\"and I shall not hesitate to meet even the hussars on the offensive; for they will be drowned in the mud with their heavy armor.\"", "context": "Nothing was left to Hmelnitski but to follow him. Next day he crossed the swamps of J\u00f3ltiya Vodi. The armies stood face to face, but neither of the leaders wished to strike the first blow. The hostile camps began to surround themselves hurriedly with trenches. It was Saturday, the 5th of May. Rain fell all day; clouds so covered the sky that from noon darkness reigned as on a winter day. Toward evening the rain increased still more. Hmelnitski rubbed his hands with joy.\n\n\"Only let the steppe get soft,\" said he to Krechovski, \"and I shall not hesitate to meet even the hussars on the offensive; for they will be drowned in the mud with their heavy armor.\"\n\nThe rain fell and fell, as if Heaven itself wished to come to the aid of the Zaporojians. The armies intrenched themselves lazily and gloomily amidst streams of water. It was impossible to kindle fires. Several thousand Tartars issued from the camp to watch lest the Polish tabor, taking advantage of the fog, the rain, and the night, might try to escape. Then profound stillness fell upon the camp. Nothing was heard but the patter of rain and the sound of wind. It was certain that no one slept on either side that night."}, {"quote": "\"correspondence", "context": "The rain fell and fell, as if Heaven itself wished to come to the aid of the Zaporojians. The armies intrenched themselves lazily and gloomily amidst streams of water. It was impossible to kindle fires. Several thousand Tartars issued from the camp to watch lest the Polish tabor, taking advantage of the fog, the rain, and the night, might try to escape. Then profound stillness fell upon the camp. Nothing was heard but the patter of rain and the sound of wind. It was certain that no one slept on either side that night.\n\nIn the morning the trumpets sounded in the Polish camp, prolonged and plaintive, as if giving an alarm; then drums began to rattle here and there. The day rose gloomy, dark, damp; the storm had ceased, but still there was rain, fine as if strained through a sieve.\n\nHmelnitski ordered the firing of a cannon. After it, was heard a second, a third, -- a tenth; and when the usual \"correspondence\" of camp with camp had begun, Pan Yan said to Zakhar, his Cossack guardian: \"Take me out on the rampart, that I may see what is passing.\"\n\nZakhar was curious himself, and therefore made no opposition. They mounted a lofty bastion, whence could be seen, as if on the palm of the hand, the somewhat sunken valley in the steppe, the swamp of J\u00f3ltiya Vodi, and both armies. But Pan Yan had barely given a glance when, seizing his head, he cried, -- "}, {"quote": "\"Take me out on the rampart, that I may see what is passing.\"", "context": "In the morning the trumpets sounded in the Polish camp, prolonged and plaintive, as if giving an alarm; then drums began to rattle here and there. The day rose gloomy, dark, damp; the storm had ceased, but still there was rain, fine as if strained through a sieve.\n\nHmelnitski ordered the firing of a cannon. After it, was heard a second, a third, -- a tenth; and when the usual \"correspondence\" of camp with camp had begun, Pan Yan said to Zakhar, his Cossack guardian: \"Take me out on the rampart, that I may see what is passing.\"\n\nZakhar was curious himself, and therefore made no opposition. They mounted a lofty bastion, whence could be seen, as if on the palm of the hand, the somewhat sunken valley in the steppe, the swamp of J\u00f3ltiya Vodi, and both armies. But Pan Yan had barely given a glance when, seizing his head, he cried, -- \n\n\"As God is living! it is the advance guard, -- nothing more!\"\n\nIn fact, the ramparts of the Cossack camp extended almost a mile and a quarter, while the Polish intrenchment looked like a little ditch in comparison with it. The disparity of forces was so great that the victory for the Zaporojians was beyond a doubt."}, {"quote": "\"As God is living! it is the advance guard, -- nothing more!\"", "context": "\" of camp with camp had begun, Pan Yan said to Zakhar, his Cossack guardian: \"Take me out on the rampart, that I may see what is passing.\"\n\nZakhar was curious himself, and therefore made no opposition. They mounted a lofty bastion, whence could be seen, as if on the palm of the hand, the somewhat sunken valley in the steppe, the swamp of J\u00f3ltiya Vodi, and both armies. But Pan Yan had barely given a glance when, seizing his head, he cried, -- \n\n\"As God is living! it is the advance guard, -- nothing more!\"\n\nIn fact, the ramparts of the Cossack camp extended almost a mile and a quarter, while the Polish intrenchment looked like a little ditch in comparison with it. The disparity of forces was so great that the victory for the Zaporojians was beyond a doubt.\n\nPain straitened the lieutenant's heart. The hour of fall had not come yet for pride and rebellion, and that which was coming was to be a new triumph for them. At least, so it appeared."}, {"quote": "\"Those are the dragoons of Balaban; I saw them in Cherkasi! That is the Wallachian regiment; they have a cross on their banner! Oh! now the infantry comes down from the ramparts!", "context": "The Tartars came out thicker and thicker. Soon the plain was black from the dense mass of them. Then, too, new regiments began to issue from the Polish camp, and arrange themselves in battle-array before the intrenchment. This was so near that Pan Yan, with his quick eye, was able to distinguish clearly the flags and ensigns, and also the cavalry captains and lieutenants, who were on horseback a little on one side of the regiments.\n\nHis heart began to leap within him. A ruddy color appeared on his pale face; and just as if he could find a favorable audience in Zakhar and the Cossacks standing to their guns on the bastion, he cried with enthusiasm as the regiments marched out of the intrenchments, -- \n\n\"Those are the dragoons of Balaban; I saw them in Cherkasi! That is the Wallachian regiment; they have a cross on their banner! Oh! now the infantry comes down from the ramparts!\" Then with still greater delight, opening his hands: \"The hussars! Charnetski's hussars!\"\n\nIn fact the hussars came out, above their heads a cloud of wings; a forest of lances embellished with golden tassels and with long green and black bannerets, stood above them in the air. They went out six abreast, and formed under the wall. At the sight of their calmness, dignity, and good order tears of joy came into Skshetuski's eyes, dimming his vision for a moment."}, {"quote": "\"The hussars! Charnetski's hussars!\"", "context": "His heart began to leap within him. A ruddy color appeared on his pale face; and just as if he could find a favorable audience in Zakhar and the Cossacks standing to their guns on the bastion, he cried with enthusiasm as the regiments marched out of the intrenchments, -- \n\n\"Those are the dragoons of Balaban; I saw them in Cherkasi! That is the Wallachian regiment; they have a cross on their banner! Oh! now the infantry comes down from the ramparts!\" Then with still greater delight, opening his hands: \"The hussars! Charnetski's hussars!\"\n\nIn fact the hussars came out, above their heads a cloud of wings; a forest of lances embellished with golden tassels and with long green and black bannerets, stood above them in the air. They went out six abreast, and formed under the wall. At the sight of their calmness, dignity, and good order tears of joy came into Skshetuski's eyes, dimming his vision for a moment.\n\nThough the forces were so disproportionate; though against these few regiments there was blackening a whole avalanche of Zaporojians and Tartars, which, as is usual, occupied the wings; though their ranks extended so far into the steppe that it was difficult to see the end of them, -- Pan Yan believed now in the victory of the Poles. His face was smiling, his strength came back; his eyes, intent on the field, shot fire, but he was unable to stand."}, {"quote": "\"Hei, my child!", "context": "Though the forces were so disproportionate; though against these few regiments there was blackening a whole avalanche of Zaporojians and Tartars, which, as is usual, occupied the wings; though their ranks extended so far into the steppe that it was difficult to see the end of them, -- Pan Yan believed now in the victory of the Poles. His face was smiling, his strength came back; his eyes, intent on the field, shot fire, but he was unable to stand.\n\n\"Hei, my child!\" muttered old Zakhar, \"the soul would like to enter paradise.\"\n\nA number of detached Tartar bands rushed forward, with cries and shouts of \"Allah!\" They were answered from the camp with shots. But these were merely threats. The Tartars, before reaching the Polish regiments, retreated on two sides to their own people and disappeared in the host.\n\nNow the great drum of the Saitch was sounded, and at its voice a gigantic crescent of Cossacks and Tartars rushed forward swiftly. Hmelnitski was trying, apparently, to see whether he could not with one sweep dislodge those regiments and occupy the camp. In case of disorder, that was possible. But nothing of the kind took place with the Polish regiments. They remained quietly, deployed in rather a long line, the rear of which was covered by the intrenchment, and the flanks by the cannon of the camp; so it was possible to strike them only in front. For a while it seemed as if they would receive battle on the spot; but when the crescent had passed half the field, the trumpets in the intrenchment were sounded for attack, and suddenly the fence of spears, till then pointing straight to the sky, was lowered to a line with the heads of the horses."}, {"quote": "\"the soul would like to enter paradise.\"", "context": "Though the forces were so disproportionate; though against these few regiments there was blackening a whole avalanche of Zaporojians and Tartars, which, as is usual, occupied the wings; though their ranks extended so far into the steppe that it was difficult to see the end of them, -- Pan Yan believed now in the victory of the Poles. His face was smiling, his strength came back; his eyes, intent on the field, shot fire, but he was unable to stand.\n\n\"Hei, my child!\" muttered old Zakhar, \"the soul would like to enter paradise.\"\n\nA number of detached Tartar bands rushed forward, with cries and shouts of \"Allah!\" They were answered from the camp with shots. But these were merely threats. The Tartars, before reaching the Polish regiments, retreated on two sides to their own people and disappeared in the host.\n\nNow the great drum of the Saitch was sounded, and at its voice a gigantic crescent of Cossacks and Tartars rushed forward swiftly. Hmelnitski was trying, apparently, to see whether he could not with one sweep dislodge those regiments and occupy the camp. In case of disorder, that was possible. But nothing of the kind took place with the Polish regiments. They remained quietly, deployed in rather a long line, the rear of which was covered by the intrenchment, and the flanks by the cannon of the camp; so it was possible to strike them only in front. For a while it seemed as if they would receive battle on the spot; but when the crescent had passed half the field, the trumpets in the intrenchment were sounded for attack, and suddenly the fence of spears, till then pointing straight to the sky, was lowered to a line with the heads of the horses."}, {"quote": "\"Allah!", "context": "Though the forces were so disproportionate; though against these few regiments there was blackening a whole avalanche of Zaporojians and Tartars, which, as is usual, occupied the wings; though their ranks extended so far into the steppe that it was difficult to see the end of them, -- Pan Yan believed now in the victory of the Poles. His face was smiling, his strength came back; his eyes, intent on the field, shot fire, but he was unable to stand.\n\n\"Hei, my child!\" muttered old Zakhar, \"the soul would like to enter paradise.\"\n\nA number of detached Tartar bands rushed forward, with cries and shouts of \"Allah!\" They were answered from the camp with shots. But these were merely threats. The Tartars, before reaching the Polish regiments, retreated on two sides to their own people and disappeared in the host.\n\nNow the great drum of the Saitch was sounded, and at its voice a gigantic crescent of Cossacks and Tartars rushed forward swiftly. Hmelnitski was trying, apparently, to see whether he could not with one sweep dislodge those regiments and occupy the camp. In case of disorder, that was possible. But nothing of the kind took place with the Polish regiments. They remained quietly, deployed in rather a long line, the rear of which was covered by the intrenchment, and the flanks by the cannon of the camp; so it was possible to strike them only in front. For a while it seemed as if they would receive battle on the spot; but when the crescent had passed half the field, the trumpets in the intrenchment were sounded for attack, and suddenly the fence of spears, till then pointing straight to the sky, was lowered to a line with the heads of the horses."}, {"quote": "\"The hussars are charging!", "context": "Now the great drum of the Saitch was sounded, and at its voice a gigantic crescent of Cossacks and Tartars rushed forward swiftly. Hmelnitski was trying, apparently, to see whether he could not with one sweep dislodge those regiments and occupy the camp. In case of disorder, that was possible. But nothing of the kind took place with the Polish regiments. They remained quietly, deployed in rather a long line, the rear of which was covered by the intrenchment, and the flanks by the cannon of the camp; so it was possible to strike them only in front. For a while it seemed as if they would receive battle on the spot; but when the crescent had passed half the field, the trumpets in the intrenchment were sounded for attack, and suddenly the fence of spears, till then pointing straight to the sky, was lowered to a line with the heads of the horses.\n\n\"The hussars are charging!\" cried Pan Yan.\n\nThey had, in fact, bent forward in the saddles, and were moving on, and immediately after them the dragoon regiments and the whole line of battle.\n\nThe momentum of the hussars was terrible. At the first onset they struck three kurens, -- two of Stebloff, and one of Mirgorod, -- and crushed them in the twinkle of an eye. The roar reached the ears of Skshetuski. Horses and men, thrown from their feet with the gigantic weight of the iron riders, fell like grain at the breath of a storm. The resistance was so brief that it seemed to Pan Yan as though some enormous dragons had swallowed the three kurens at a gulp. And they were the best troops of the Saitch. Terrified by the noise of the wings, the horses began to spread disorder in the Zaporojian ranks. The Irkleyeff, Kalnibolok, Minsk, Shkurinsk, and Titareff regiments fell into complete disorder, and pressed by the mass of the fleeing, began to retreat in confusion. Meanwhile the dragoons came up with the hussars, and began to help them in the bloody harvest. The Vasyurinsk kuren, after a desperate resistance, turned in flight to the Cossack intrenchments. The centre of Hmelnitski's forces, shaken more and more, beaten, pushed into a disorderly mass, slashed with swords, forced back in the iron onset, was unable to get time to stop and re-form."}, {"quote": "\"Devils! not Poles!", "context": "The momentum of the hussars was terrible. At the first onset they struck three kurens, -- two of Stebloff, and one of Mirgorod, -- and crushed them in the twinkle of an eye. The roar reached the ears of Skshetuski. Horses and men, thrown from their feet with the gigantic weight of the iron riders, fell like grain at the breath of a storm. The resistance was so brief that it seemed to Pan Yan as though some enormous dragons had swallowed the three kurens at a gulp. And they were the best troops of the Saitch. Terrified by the noise of the wings, the horses began to spread disorder in the Zaporojian ranks. The Irkleyeff, Kalnibolok, Minsk, Shkurinsk, and Titareff regiments fell into complete disorder, and pressed by the mass of the fleeing, began to retreat in confusion. Meanwhile the dragoons came up with the hussars, and began to help them in the bloody harvest. The Vasyurinsk kuren, after a desperate resistance, turned in flight to the Cossack intrenchments. The centre of Hmelnitski's forces, shaken more and more, beaten, pushed into a disorderly mass, slashed with swords, forced back in the iron onset, was unable to get time to stop and re-form.\n\n\"Devils! not Poles!\" cried old Zakhar.\n\nSkshetuski was as if bewildered. Being ill, he could not master himself. He laughed and cried at once, and at times screamed out words of command, as if he were leading the regiments himself. Zakhar held him by the skirts, and had to call others to his aid.\n\nThe battle came so near the Cossack camp that faces could be almost distinguished. There were artillery discharges from the intrenchments; but the Cossack balls, striking their own men as well as the enemy, increased the disorder. The hussars struck upon the Pashkoff kuren, which formed the guard of the hetman, in the centre of which was Hmelnitski himself. Suddenly a fearful cry was heard through all the Cossack ranks. The great red standard had tottered and fallen."}, {"quote": "\"Where is the booty, where the prisoners, where the heads of the leaders, -- where is victory?", "context": "Despair seized him. He understood at last what work he had begun. See! he is beaten, repulsed, almost broken, in a battle with such a small force that it could be properly considered as a scouting party. He knew how great was the power of resistance in the armies of the Commonwealth, and he took that into account when he ventured on a war. And still he had failed in his reckoning, -- so at least it seemed to him at that moment. Therefore he seized himself by his shaven head, and wished to break it against the first cannon he saw. What would the resistance be at his meeting with the hetmans and the whole Commonwealth?\n\nHis thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of Tugai Bey. The eyes of the Tartar were blazing with rage; his face was pale, and his teeth glittered from behind his lips, unhidden by mustaches.\n\n\"Where is the booty, where the prisoners, where the heads of the leaders, -- where is victory?\" asked he, in a hoarse voice.\n\nHmelnitski sprang from his place. \"There!\" answered he loudly, pointing to the Polish camp.\n\n\"Go there, then!\" roared Tugai Bey; \"and if you don't go, I will drag you by a rope to the Crimea.\"\n\n\"I will go,\" said Hmelnitski, -- \"I will go to-day! I will take booty and prisoners; but you shall give answer to the Khan, for you want booty and you avoid battle.\""}, {"quote": "\"and if you don't go, I will drag you by a rope to the Crimea.\"", "context": "His thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of Tugai Bey. The eyes of the Tartar were blazing with rage; his face was pale, and his teeth glittered from behind his lips, unhidden by mustaches.\n\n\"Where is the booty, where the prisoners, where the heads of the leaders, -- where is victory?\" asked he, in a hoarse voice.\n\nHmelnitski sprang from his place. \"There!\" answered he loudly, pointing to the Polish camp.\n\n\"Go there, then!\" roared Tugai Bey; \"and if you don't go, I will drag you by a rope to the Crimea.\"\n\n\"I will go,\" said Hmelnitski, -- \"I will go to-day! I will take booty and prisoners; but you shall give answer to the Khan, for you want booty and you avoid battle.\"\n\n\"Dog!\" howled Tugai Bey, \"you are destroying the army of the Khan!\"\n\nFor a moment they stood snorting in front of each other. Hmelnitski regained his composure first.\n\n\"Tugai Bey,\" said he, \"be not disturbed! Rain interrupted the battle, just as Krechovski was breaking the dragoons. I know them! They will fight with less fury to-morrow. The steppe will be mud to the bottom. The hussars will be beaten. To-morrow everything will be ours.\""}, {"quote": "\"I will go to-day! I will take booty and prisoners; but you shall give answer to the Khan, for you want booty and you avoid battle.\"", "context": "\"Where is the booty, where the prisoners, where the heads of the leaders, -- where is victory?\" asked he, in a hoarse voice.\n\nHmelnitski sprang from his place. \"There!\" answered he loudly, pointing to the Polish camp.\n\n\"Go there, then!\" roared Tugai Bey; \"and if you don't go, I will drag you by a rope to the Crimea.\"\n\n\"I will go,\" said Hmelnitski, -- \"I will go to-day! I will take booty and prisoners; but you shall give answer to the Khan, for you want booty and you avoid battle.\"\n\n\"Dog!\" howled Tugai Bey, \"you are destroying the army of the Khan!\"\n\nFor a moment they stood snorting in front of each other. Hmelnitski regained his composure first.\n\n\"Tugai Bey,\" said he, \"be not disturbed! Rain interrupted the battle, just as Krechovski was breaking the dragoons. I know them! They will fight with less fury to-morrow. The steppe will be mud to the bottom. The hussars will be beaten. To-morrow everything will be ours.\""}, {"quote": "\"you are destroying the army of the Khan!\"", "context": "Hmelnitski sprang from his place. \"There!\" answered he loudly, pointing to the Polish camp.\n\n\"Go there, then!\" roared Tugai Bey; \"and if you don't go, I will drag you by a rope to the Crimea.\"\n\n\"I will go,\" said Hmelnitski, -- \"I will go to-day! I will take booty and prisoners; but you shall give answer to the Khan, for you want booty and you avoid battle.\"\n\n\"Dog!\" howled Tugai Bey, \"you are destroying the army of the Khan!\"\n\nFor a moment they stood snorting in front of each other. Hmelnitski regained his composure first.\n\n\"Tugai Bey,\" said he, \"be not disturbed! Rain interrupted the battle, just as Krechovski was breaking the dragoons. I know them! They will fight with less fury to-morrow. The steppe will be mud to the bottom. The hussars will be beaten. To-morrow everything will be ours.\"\n\n\"That's your word!\" blurted out Tugai Bey."}, {"quote": "\"be not disturbed! Rain interrupted the battle, just as Krechovski was breaking the dragoons. I know them! They will fight with less fury to-morrow. The steppe will be mud to the bottom. The hussars will be beaten. To-morrow everything will be ours.\"", "context": "\"and if you don't go, I will drag you by a rope to the Crimea.\"\n\n\"I will go,\" said Hmelnitski, -- \"I will go to-day! I will take booty and prisoners; but you shall give answer to the Khan, for you want booty and you avoid battle.\"\n\n\"Dog!\" howled Tugai Bey, \"you are destroying the army of the Khan!\"\n\nFor a moment they stood snorting in front of each other. Hmelnitski regained his composure first.\n\n\"Tugai Bey,\" said he, \"be not disturbed! Rain interrupted the battle, just as Krechovski was breaking the dragoons. I know them! They will fight with less fury to-morrow. The steppe will be mud to the bottom. The hussars will be beaten. To-morrow everything will be ours.\"\n\n\"That's your word!\" blurted out Tugai Bey.\n\n\"And I will keep it. Tugai Bey, my friend, the Khan sent you for my assistance, not for my misfortune.\"\n\n\"You prophesied victory, not defeat.\"\n\n\"A few prisoners of the dragoons are taken; I will give them to you.\"\n\n\"Let me have them. I will order them to be empaled.\"\n\n\"Don't do that. Give them their liberty. They are men from the Ukraine, from Balaban's regiment. I will send them to bring the dragoons over to our side. It will be with them as with Krechovski.\""}, {"quote": "\"That's your word!", "context": "\"you are destroying the army of the Khan!\"\n\nFor a moment they stood snorting in front of each other. Hmelnitski regained his composure first.\n\n\"Tugai Bey,\" said he, \"be not disturbed! Rain interrupted the battle, just as Krechovski was breaking the dragoons. I know them! They will fight with less fury to-morrow. The steppe will be mud to the bottom. The hussars will be beaten. To-morrow everything will be ours.\"\n\n\"That's your word!\" blurted out Tugai Bey.\n\n\"And I will keep it. Tugai Bey, my friend, the Khan sent you for my assistance, not for my misfortune.\"\n\n\"You prophesied victory, not defeat.\"\n\n\"A few prisoners of the dragoons are taken; I will give them to you.\"\n\n\"Let me have them. I will order them to be empaled.\"\n\n\"Don't do that. Give them their liberty. They are men from the Ukraine, from Balaban's regiment. I will send them to bring the dragoons over to our side. It will be with them as with Krechovski.\""}, {"quote": "\"And I will keep it. Tugai Bey, my friend, the Khan sent you for my assistance, not for my misfortune.\"", "context": "For a moment they stood snorting in front of each other. Hmelnitski regained his composure first.\n\n\"Tugai Bey,\" said he, \"be not disturbed! Rain interrupted the battle, just as Krechovski was breaking the dragoons. I know them! They will fight with less fury to-morrow. The steppe will be mud to the bottom. The hussars will be beaten. To-morrow everything will be ours.\"\n\n\"That's your word!\" blurted out Tugai Bey.\n\n\"And I will keep it. Tugai Bey, my friend, the Khan sent you for my assistance, not for my misfortune.\"\n\n\"You prophesied victory, not defeat.\"\n\n\"A few prisoners of the dragoons are taken; I will give them to you.\"\n\n\"Let me have them. I will order them to be empaled.\"\n\n\"Don't do that. Give them their liberty. They are men from the Ukraine, from Balaban's regiment. I will send them to bring the dragoons over to our side. It will be with them as with Krechovski.\"\n\nTugai Bey was satisfied; he glanced quickly at Hmelnitski, and muttered: \"Serpent!\""}, {"quote": "\"You prophesied victory, not defeat.\"", "context": "\"be not disturbed! Rain interrupted the battle, just as Krechovski was breaking the dragoons. I know them! They will fight with less fury to-morrow. The steppe will be mud to the bottom. The hussars will be beaten. To-morrow everything will be ours.\"\n\n\"That's your word!\" blurted out Tugai Bey.\n\n\"And I will keep it. Tugai Bey, my friend, the Khan sent you for my assistance, not for my misfortune.\"\n\n\"You prophesied victory, not defeat.\"\n\n\"A few prisoners of the dragoons are taken; I will give them to you.\"\n\n\"Let me have them. I will order them to be empaled.\"\n\n\"Don't do that. Give them their liberty. They are men from the Ukraine, from Balaban's regiment. I will send them to bring the dragoons over to our side. It will be with them as with Krechovski.\"\n\nTugai Bey was satisfied; he glanced quickly at Hmelnitski, and muttered: \"Serpent!\""}, {"quote": "\"A few prisoners of the dragoons are taken; I will give them to you.\"", "context": "\"be not disturbed! Rain interrupted the battle, just as Krechovski was breaking the dragoons. I know them! They will fight with less fury to-morrow. The steppe will be mud to the bottom. The hussars will be beaten. To-morrow everything will be ours.\"\n\n\"That's your word!\" blurted out Tugai Bey.\n\n\"And I will keep it. Tugai Bey, my friend, the Khan sent you for my assistance, not for my misfortune.\"\n\n\"You prophesied victory, not defeat.\"\n\n\"A few prisoners of the dragoons are taken; I will give them to you.\"\n\n\"Let me have them. I will order them to be empaled.\"\n\n\"Don't do that. Give them their liberty. They are men from the Ukraine, from Balaban's regiment. I will send them to bring the dragoons over to our side. It will be with them as with Krechovski.\"\n\nTugai Bey was satisfied; he glanced quickly at Hmelnitski, and muttered: \"Serpent!\"\n\n\"Craft is the equal of courage. If we persuade the dragoons to our side, not a man of the Poles will escape, -- you understand!\""}, {"quote": "\"Let me have them. I will order them to be empaled.\"", "context": "\"be not disturbed! Rain interrupted the battle, just as Krechovski was breaking the dragoons. I know them! They will fight with less fury to-morrow. The steppe will be mud to the bottom. The hussars will be beaten. To-morrow everything will be ours.\"\n\n\"That's your word!\" blurted out Tugai Bey.\n\n\"And I will keep it. Tugai Bey, my friend, the Khan sent you for my assistance, not for my misfortune.\"\n\n\"You prophesied victory, not defeat.\"\n\n\"A few prisoners of the dragoons are taken; I will give them to you.\"\n\n\"Let me have them. I will order them to be empaled.\"\n\n\"Don't do that. Give them their liberty. They are men from the Ukraine, from Balaban's regiment. I will send them to bring the dragoons over to our side. It will be with them as with Krechovski.\"\n\nTugai Bey was satisfied; he glanced quickly at Hmelnitski, and muttered: \"Serpent!\"\n\n\"Craft is the equal of courage. If we persuade the dragoons to our side, not a man of the Poles will escape, -- you understand!\""}, {"quote": "\"Don't do that. Give them their liberty. They are men from the Ukraine, from Balaban's regiment. I will send them to bring the dragoons over to our side. It will be with them as with Krechovski.\"", "context": "\"be not disturbed! Rain interrupted the battle, just as Krechovski was breaking the dragoons. I know them! They will fight with less fury to-morrow. The steppe will be mud to the bottom. The hussars will be beaten. To-morrow everything will be ours.\"\n\n\"That's your word!\" blurted out Tugai Bey.\n\n\"And I will keep it. Tugai Bey, my friend, the Khan sent you for my assistance, not for my misfortune.\"\n\n\"You prophesied victory, not defeat.\"\n\n\"A few prisoners of the dragoons are taken; I will give them to you.\"\n\n\"Let me have them. I will order them to be empaled.\"\n\n\"Don't do that. Give them their liberty. They are men from the Ukraine, from Balaban's regiment. I will send them to bring the dragoons over to our side. It will be with them as with Krechovski.\"\n\nTugai Bey was satisfied; he glanced quickly at Hmelnitski, and muttered: \"Serpent!\"\n\n\"Craft is the equal of courage. If we persuade the dragoons to our side, not a man of the Poles will escape, -- you understand!\"\n\n\"I will have Pototski.\"\n\n\"I will give him to you, and Charnetski also.\"\n\n\"Let me have some vudka now, for it is cold.\"\n\n\"Agreed.\"\n\nAt that moment entered Krechovski. The colonel was as gloomy as night. His future starostaships, dignities, castles, and wealth were covered as if with a fog. To-morrow they may disappear altogether, and perhaps out of that fog will rise in their place a rope or a gibbet. Were it not that the colonel had burned the bridges in his rear by destroying the Germans, he would surely have begun to think how to betray Hmelnitski in his turn, and go over with his Cossacks to Pototski's camp. But that was impossible now."}, {"quote": "\"Craft is the equal of courage. If we persuade the dragoons to our side, not a man of the Poles will escape, -- you understand!\"", "context": "\"A few prisoners of the dragoons are taken; I will give them to you.\"\n\n\"Let me have them. I will order them to be empaled.\"\n\n\"Don't do that. Give them their liberty. They are men from the Ukraine, from Balaban's regiment. I will send them to bring the dragoons over to our side. It will be with them as with Krechovski.\"\n\nTugai Bey was satisfied; he glanced quickly at Hmelnitski, and muttered: \"Serpent!\"\n\n\"Craft is the equal of courage. If we persuade the dragoons to our side, not a man of the Poles will escape, -- you understand!\"\n\n\"I will have Pototski.\"\n\n\"I will give him to you, and Charnetski also.\"\n\n\"Let me have some vudka now, for it is cold.\"\n\n\"Agreed.\"\n\nAt that moment entered Krechovski. The colonel was as gloomy as night. His future starostaships, dignities, castles, and wealth were covered as if with a fog. To-morrow they may disappear altogether, and perhaps out of that fog will rise in their place a rope or a gibbet. Were it not that the colonel had burned the bridges in his rear by destroying the Germans, he would surely have begun to think how to betray Hmelnitski in his turn, and go over with his Cossacks to Pototski's camp. But that was impossible now."}, {"quote": "\"I will have Pototski.\"", "context": "\"Don't do that. Give them their liberty. They are men from the Ukraine, from Balaban's regiment. I will send them to bring the dragoons over to our side. It will be with them as with Krechovski.\"\n\nTugai Bey was satisfied; he glanced quickly at Hmelnitski, and muttered: \"Serpent!\"\n\n\"Craft is the equal of courage. If we persuade the dragoons to our side, not a man of the Poles will escape, -- you understand!\"\n\n\"I will have Pototski.\"\n\n\"I will give him to you, and Charnetski also.\"\n\n\"Let me have some vudka now, for it is cold.\"\n\n\"Agreed.\"\n\nAt that moment entered Krechovski. The colonel was as gloomy as night. His future starostaships, dignities, castles, and wealth were covered as if with a fog. To-morrow they may disappear altogether, and perhaps out of that fog will rise in their place a rope or a gibbet. Were it not that the colonel had burned the bridges in his rear by destroying the Germans, he would surely have begun to think how to betray Hmelnitski in his turn, and go over with his Cossacks to Pototski's camp. But that was impossible now."}, {"quote": "\"I will give him to you, and Charnetski also.\"", "context": "\"Don't do that. Give them their liberty. They are men from the Ukraine, from Balaban's regiment. I will send them to bring the dragoons over to our side. It will be with them as with Krechovski.\"\n\nTugai Bey was satisfied; he glanced quickly at Hmelnitski, and muttered: \"Serpent!\"\n\n\"Craft is the equal of courage. If we persuade the dragoons to our side, not a man of the Poles will escape, -- you understand!\"\n\n\"I will have Pototski.\"\n\n\"I will give him to you, and Charnetski also.\"\n\n\"Let me have some vudka now, for it is cold.\"\n\n\"Agreed.\"\n\nAt that moment entered Krechovski. The colonel was as gloomy as night. His future starostaships, dignities, castles, and wealth were covered as if with a fog. To-morrow they may disappear altogether, and perhaps out of that fog will rise in their place a rope or a gibbet. Were it not that the colonel had burned the bridges in his rear by destroying the Germans, he would surely have begun to think how to betray Hmelnitski in his turn, and go over with his Cossacks to Pototski's camp. But that was impossible now."}, {"quote": "\"Let me have some vudka now, for it is cold.\"", "context": "\"Don't do that. Give them their liberty. They are men from the Ukraine, from Balaban's regiment. I will send them to bring the dragoons over to our side. It will be with them as with Krechovski.\"\n\nTugai Bey was satisfied; he glanced quickly at Hmelnitski, and muttered: \"Serpent!\"\n\n\"Craft is the equal of courage. If we persuade the dragoons to our side, not a man of the Poles will escape, -- you understand!\"\n\n\"I will have Pototski.\"\n\n\"I will give him to you, and Charnetski also.\"\n\n\"Let me have some vudka now, for it is cold.\"\n\n\"Agreed.\"\n\nAt that moment entered Krechovski. The colonel was as gloomy as night. His future starostaships, dignities, castles, and wealth were covered as if with a fog. To-morrow they may disappear altogether, and perhaps out of that fog will rise in their place a rope or a gibbet. Were it not that the colonel had burned the bridges in his rear by destroying the Germans, he would surely have begun to think how to betray Hmelnitski in his turn, and go over with his Cossacks to Pototski's camp. But that was impossible now."}, {"quote": "\"looking forward with the many eyes of his mind,", "context": "Suddenly the roar of cannon disturbed the golden thread of his thoughts. Hmelnitski, after drinking, led his regiments again to the attack. But it ended with the play of cannon-firing. Krechovski restrained the hetman.\n\nThe next morning was Sunday. The whole day passed quietly and without a shot. The camps lay opposite each other, like the camps of two allied armies.\n\nSkshetuski attributed that silence to the discouragement of the Cossacks. Alas! he did not know that then Hmelnitski, \"looking forward with the many eyes of his mind,\" was occupied in bringing Balaban's dragoons to his side.\n\nOn Monday the battle began at daybreak. Pan Yan looked on it, as on the first one, with a smiling, happy face. And again the regiments of the crown came out before the intrenchment; but this time, not rushing to the attack, they opposed the enemy where they stood. The steppe had grown soft, not on the surface only, as during the first day of the battle, but to its depths. The heavy cavalry could scarcely move; this gave a great preponderance at once to the flying regiments of the Cossacks and the Tartars. The smile vanished gradually from the lieutenant's lips. At the Polish intrenchment the avalanche of attack covered completely the narrow line of the Polish regiments. It appeared as if that chain might break at any moment, and the attack begin directly on the intrenchments. Skshetuski did not observe half of the spirit or warlike readiness with which the regiments fought on the first day. They defended themselves with stubbornness, but did not strike first, did not crush the kurens to the earth, did not sweep the field like a hurricane. The soft soil had rendered fury impossible, and in fact fastened the heavy cavalry to its place in front of the intrenchment. Impetus was the power of the cavalry, and decided victories; but this time the cavalry was forced to remain on one spot."}, {"quote": "\"To the death!", "context": "Before midday nearly all the forces of the Zaporojians had been under fire and in battle. The fight raged with such stubbornness that between the two lines of combatants a new wall, as it were, was formed of the bodies of horses and men. Every little while, from the battle to the Cossack intrenchments came crowds of wounded men, -- bloody, covered with mud, panting, falling from weakness, -- but they came with songs on their lips. Fainting, they still cried, \"To the death!\" The garrison left in the camp was impatient for the fight.\n\nPan Yan hung his head. The Polish regiments began to retreat from the field to the intrenchment. They were unable to hold out, and a feverish haste was observable in their retreat. At the sight of this twenty thousand mouths and more gave forth a shout of joy, and redoubled the attack. The Zaporojians sprang upon the Cossacks of Pototski, who covered the retreat. But the cannon and a shower of musket-balls drove them back. The battle ceased for a moment. In the Polish camp a trumpet for parley was sounded."}, {"quote": "\"All-powerful God!\"", "context": "Skshetuski looked with trembling upon the deep ranks of the peerless Zaporojian infantry rushing to the breastworks and surrounding them with an ever-narrowing circle. Long streaks of white smoke were blown out at it from the breastworks, as if some gigantic bosom were striving to blow away the locusts closing in upon it inexorably from every side. Cannon-balls dug furrows in it; the firing of musketry did not weaken for a moment. Swarms melted before the eye; the circle quivered in places like a wounded snake, but went on. Already they are coming! They are under the breastworks! The cannon can hurt them no longer! Skshetuski closed his eyes.\n\nAnd now questions flew through his head as swift as lightning: When he opens his eyes will he see the Polish banners on the breastwork? Will he see -- or will he not see? There is some unusual tumult increasing every moment. Something must have happened? The shouts come from the centre of the camp. What is it? What has happened?\n\n\"All-powerful God!\"\n\nThat cry was forced from the mouth of Pan Yan when opening his eyes he saw on the battlements the crimson standard with the archangel, instead of the golden banner of the crown. The camp was captured.\n\nIn the evening he learned from Zakhar of the whole course of the storm. Not in vain had Tugai Bey called Hmelnitski a serpent; for in the moment of most desperate defence the dragoons of Balaban, talked over by the hetman, joined the Cossacks, and hurling themselves on the rear of their own regiments, aided in cutting them to pieces."}, {"quote": "\"Tell my father,", "context": "In the evening he learned from Zakhar of the whole course of the storm. Not in vain had Tugai Bey called Hmelnitski a serpent; for in the moment of most desperate defence the dragoons of Balaban, talked over by the hetman, joined the Cossacks, and hurling themselves on the rear of their own regiments, aided in cutting them to pieces.\n\nIn the evening the lieutenant saw the prisoners, and was present at the death of young Pototski, who, having his throat pierced by an arrow, lived only a few hours after the battle, and died in the arms of Stephen Charnetski: \"Tell my father,\" whispered the young castellan in his last moments, -- \"tell my father -- that -- like a knight -- \" He could add no more. His soul left the body and flew to heaven.\n\nPan Yan long after remembered that pale face and those blue eyes gazing upward in the moment of death. Charnetski made a vow over the cold body to expiate the death of his friend and the disgrace of defeat in torrents of blood, should God give him freedom. And not a tear flowed over his stern face, for he was a knight of iron, greatly famed already for deeds of daring, and known as a man whom no misfortune could bend. He kept the vow. Instead of yielding to despair, he strengthened Pan Yan, who was suffering greatly from the disgrace and defeat of the Commonwealth."}, {"quote": "\"The Commonwealth has passed through more than one defeat,", "context": "Pan Yan long after remembered that pale face and those blue eyes gazing upward in the moment of death. Charnetski made a vow over the cold body to expiate the death of his friend and the disgrace of defeat in torrents of blood, should God give him freedom. And not a tear flowed over his stern face, for he was a knight of iron, greatly famed already for deeds of daring, and known as a man whom no misfortune could bend. He kept the vow. Instead of yielding to despair, he strengthened Pan Yan, who was suffering greatly from the disgrace and defeat of the Commonwealth.\n\n\"The Commonwealth has passed through more than one defeat,\" said Charnetski, \"but she contains within her inexhaustible force. No power has broken her as yet, and she will not be broken by a sedition of serfs, whom God himself will punish, since by rising up against authority, they are putting themselves against his will. As to defeat, true, it is sad; but who have endured defeat? -- the hetmans, the forces of the crown? No! After the defection and treason of Krechovski, the division which Pototski led could be considered only an advance guard. The uprising will spread undoubtedly through the whole Ukraine, for the serfs there are insolent and trained to fighting; but an uprising in that part is no novelty. The hetmans will quell it, with Prince Yeremi, whose power stands unshaken as yet; the more violent the outburst, when once put down, the longer will be the peace, which may last perhaps forever. He would be a man of little faith and a small heart, who could admit that some Cossack leader, in company with one Tartar murza, could really threaten a mighty people. Evil would it be with the Commonwealth, if a simple outbreak of serfs could be made a question of its fate or its existence. In truth we did set out contemptuously on this expedition,\" said Charnetski;"}, {"quote": "\"and though our division is rubbed out, I believe that the hetmans are able to put down this rebellion, not with the sword, not with armor, but with clubs.\"", "context": "\" said Charnetski, \"but she contains within her inexhaustible force. No power has broken her as yet, and she will not be broken by a sedition of serfs, whom God himself will punish, since by rising up against authority, they are putting themselves against his will. As to defeat, true, it is sad; but who have endured defeat? -- the hetmans, the forces of the crown? No! After the defection and treason of Krechovski, the division which Pototski led could be considered only an advance guard. The uprising will spread undoubtedly through the whole Ukraine, for the serfs there are insolent and trained to fighting; but an uprising in that part is no novelty. The hetmans will quell it, with Prince Yeremi, whose power stands unshaken as yet; the more violent the outburst, when once put down, the longer will be the peace, which may last perhaps forever. He would be a man of little faith and a small heart, who could admit that some Cossack leader, in company with one Tartar murza, could really threaten a mighty people. Evil would it be with the Commonwealth, if a simple outbreak of serfs could be made a question of its fate or its existence. In truth we did set out contemptuously on this expedition,\" said Charnetski; \"and though our division is rubbed out, I believe that the hetmans are able to put down this rebellion, not with the sword, not with armor, but with clubs.\"\n\nAnd while he was speaking in this manner, it seemed that not a captive, not a soldier after a lost battle was speaking, but a proud hetman, certain of victory on the morrow. This greatness of soul and faith in the Commonwealth flowed like balsam over the wounds of the lieutenant. He had had a near view of the power of Hmelnitski, therefore it blinded him somewhat, especially since success had followed it to that moment. But Charnetski must be right. The forces of the hetmans were still intact, and behind them stood the power of the Commonwealth, the rights of authority, and the will of God. The lieutenant therefore went away strengthened in soul and more cheerful. When going he asked Charnetski if he did not wish to begin negotiations for his freedom with Hmelnitski at once."}, {"quote": "\"I am the captive of Tugai Bey,", "context": "And while he was speaking in this manner, it seemed that not a captive, not a soldier after a lost battle was speaking, but a proud hetman, certain of victory on the morrow. This greatness of soul and faith in the Commonwealth flowed like balsam over the wounds of the lieutenant. He had had a near view of the power of Hmelnitski, therefore it blinded him somewhat, especially since success had followed it to that moment. But Charnetski must be right. The forces of the hetmans were still intact, and behind them stood the power of the Commonwealth, the rights of authority, and the will of God. The lieutenant therefore went away strengthened in soul and more cheerful. When going he asked Charnetski if he did not wish to begin negotiations for his freedom with Hmelnitski at once.\n\n\"I am the captive of Tugai Bey,\" said Charnetski; \"to him I will pay my ransom. But with that fellow Hmelnitski I will have nothing to do; I give him to the hangman.\"\n\nZakhar, who had made it easy for Skshetuski to see the prisoners, comforted him while returning to the telega.\n\n\"Not with young Pototski, but with the hetmans is the difficulty. The struggle is only begun, but what will be the end, God knows! The Cossacks and Tartars have taken Polish treasure, it is true, but it is one thing to take and another to keep. And you, my child, do not grieve, do not despair, for you will get your freedom in time. You will go to your own people, and I, old man, shall be sorry for you. It is sad for an old man alone in the world. With the hetmans it will be hard, oh, how hard!\""}, {"quote": "\"to him I will pay my ransom. But with that fellow Hmelnitski I will have nothing to do; I give him to the hangman.\"", "context": "And while he was speaking in this manner, it seemed that not a captive, not a soldier after a lost battle was speaking, but a proud hetman, certain of victory on the morrow. This greatness of soul and faith in the Commonwealth flowed like balsam over the wounds of the lieutenant. He had had a near view of the power of Hmelnitski, therefore it blinded him somewhat, especially since success had followed it to that moment. But Charnetski must be right. The forces of the hetmans were still intact, and behind them stood the power of the Commonwealth, the rights of authority, and the will of God. The lieutenant therefore went away strengthened in soul and more cheerful. When going he asked Charnetski if he did not wish to begin negotiations for his freedom with Hmelnitski at once.\n\n\"I am the captive of Tugai Bey,\" said Charnetski; \"to him I will pay my ransom. But with that fellow Hmelnitski I will have nothing to do; I give him to the hangman.\"\n\nZakhar, who had made it easy for Skshetuski to see the prisoners, comforted him while returning to the telega.\n\n\"Not with young Pototski, but with the hetmans is the difficulty. The struggle is only begun, but what will be the end, God knows! The Cossacks and Tartars have taken Polish treasure, it is true, but it is one thing to take and another to keep. And you, my child, do not grieve, do not despair, for you will get your freedom in time. You will go to your own people, and I, old man, shall be sorry for you. It is sad for an old man alone in the world. With the hetmans it will be hard, oh, how hard!\""}, {"quote": "\"Not with young Pototski, but with the hetmans is the difficulty. The struggle is only begun, but what will be the end, God knows! The Cossacks and Tartars have taken Polish treasure, it is true, but it is one thing to take and another to keep. And you, my child, do not grieve, do not despair, for you will get your freedom in time. You will go to your own people, and I, old man, shall be sorry for you. It is sad for an old man alone in the world. With the hetmans it will be hard, oh, how hard!\"", "context": "And while he was speaking in this manner, it seemed that not a captive, not a soldier after a lost battle was speaking, but a proud hetman, certain of victory on the morrow. This greatness of soul and faith in the Commonwealth flowed like balsam over the wounds of the lieutenant. He had had a near view of the power of Hmelnitski, therefore it blinded him somewhat, especially since success had followed it to that moment. But Charnetski must be right. The forces of the hetmans were still intact, and behind them stood the power of the Commonwealth, the rights of authority, and the will of God. The lieutenant therefore went away strengthened in soul and more cheerful. When going he asked Charnetski if he did not wish to begin negotiations for his freedom with Hmelnitski at once.\n\n\"I am the captive of Tugai Bey,\" said Charnetski; \"to him I will pay my ransom. But with that fellow Hmelnitski I will have nothing to do; I give him to the hangman.\"\n\nZakhar, who had made it easy for Skshetuski to see the prisoners, comforted him while returning to the telega.\n\n\"Not with young Pototski, but with the hetmans is the difficulty. The struggle is only begun, but what will be the end, God knows! The Cossacks and Tartars have taken Polish treasure, it is true, but it is one thing to take and another to keep. And you, my child, do not grieve, do not despair, for you will get your freedom in time. You will go to your own people, and I, old man, shall be sorry for you. It is sad for an old man alone in the world. With the hetmans it will be hard, oh, how hard!\"\n\nIn truth the victory, though brilliant, did not in the least decide the struggle for Hmelnitski. It might even be unfavorable for him, because it was easy to foresee that now the Grand Hetman, to avenge his son, would press upon the Cossacks with special stubbornness, and would leave nothing undone to break them at once. The Grand Hetman, however, cherished a certain dislike for Prince Yeremi, which, though veiled with politeness, was still evident enough in various circumstances."}, {"quote": "\"nobly born Cossacks.", "context": "It was not given to Skshetuski to see the battle, for he remained in Kors\u00fan with the camp. Zakhar lodged him on the square, in the house of Zabokshytski, whom the crowd had already hanged, and placed a guard from the remnants of the Mirgorod kuren; for the crowd robbed continually, and killed every man who seemed to them a Pole. Through the broken windows Skshetuski saw the multitude of drunken peasants, bloody, with rolled-up shirt-sleeves, going from house to house, from cellar to cellar, and searching all corners, garrets, lofts; from time to time a terrible noise announced that a nobleman, a Jew, a man, a woman, or a child had been found. The victim was dragged to the square and gloated over in the most fearful manner. The crowd fought with one another for the remnants of the bodies; with delight they rubbed the blood on their faces and breasts, and wound the still steaming entrails around their necks. They seized little Jews by the legs and tore them apart amid the wild laughter of the mob. They rushed upon houses surrounded by guards in which distinguished captives were confined, -- left living because large ransoms were expected from them. Then the Zaporojians or the Tartars standing guard repulsed the crowd, thumping the assailants on the heads with their pikestaffs, bows, or ox-hide whips. Such was the case before the house where Skshetuski was. Zakhar gave orders to handle the crowd without mercy, and the Mirgorod men executed the order with pleasure; for the men of the lower country received the assistance of the mob willingly in time of insurrection, but had more contempt for them than they had for the nobility. It was not in vain therefore that they called themselves \"nobly born Cossacks.\" Later Hmelnitski himself presented more than once considerable numbers of the mob to the Tartar, who drove them to the Crimea, where they were sold into Turkey and Asia Minor.\n\nThe crowd rioted on the square, and reached such wild disorder that at last they began to kill one another. The day was drawing to an end. One side of the square and the priest's house were on fire. Fortunately the wind blew the fire toward the field, and prevented the extension of the conflagration. But the gigantic flame lighted up the square as brightly as the sun's rays. The excitement became too great for restraint. From a distance came the terrible roar of cannon; it was evident that the battle at Krutaya Balka was growing fiercer and fiercer."}, {"quote": "\"It must be pretty hot for ours there,", "context": "The crowd rioted on the square, and reached such wild disorder that at last they began to kill one another. The day was drawing to an end. One side of the square and the priest's house were on fire. Fortunately the wind blew the fire toward the field, and prevented the extension of the conflagration. But the gigantic flame lighted up the square as brightly as the sun's rays. The excitement became too great for restraint. From a distance came the terrible roar of cannon; it was evident that the battle at Krutaya Balka was growing fiercer and fiercer.\n\n\"It must be pretty hot for ours there,\" muttered old Zakhar. \"The hetmans are not trifling. Ah! Pan Pototski is a real soldier.\" Then he pointed through the window at the crowd. \"Oh!\" said he, \"they are revelling now; but if Hmelnitski is beaten, then there will be revelling over them.\"\n\nAt that moment the tramp of cavalry was heard, and a number of riders rushed to the square on foaming horses. Their faces black from powder, their clothes torn, and the heads of some of them bound in rags showed that they had hurried straightway from battle."}, {"quote": "\"The hetmans are not trifling. Ah! Pan Pototski is a real soldier.", "context": "The crowd rioted on the square, and reached such wild disorder that at last they began to kill one another. The day was drawing to an end. One side of the square and the priest's house were on fire. Fortunately the wind blew the fire toward the field, and prevented the extension of the conflagration. But the gigantic flame lighted up the square as brightly as the sun's rays. The excitement became too great for restraint. From a distance came the terrible roar of cannon; it was evident that the battle at Krutaya Balka was growing fiercer and fiercer.\n\n\"It must be pretty hot for ours there,\" muttered old Zakhar. \"The hetmans are not trifling. Ah! Pan Pototski is a real soldier.\" Then he pointed through the window at the crowd. \"Oh!\" said he, \"they are revelling now; but if Hmelnitski is beaten, then there will be revelling over them.\"\n\nAt that moment the tramp of cavalry was heard, and a number of riders rushed to the square on foaming horses. Their faces black from powder, their clothes torn, and the heads of some of them bound in rags showed that they had hurried straightway from battle.\n\n\"People who believe in God, save yourselves! The Poles are beating ours"}, {"quote": "\"they are revelling now; but if Hmelnitski is beaten, then there will be revelling over them.\"", "context": "The crowd rioted on the square, and reached such wild disorder that at last they began to kill one another. The day was drawing to an end. One side of the square and the priest's house were on fire. Fortunately the wind blew the fire toward the field, and prevented the extension of the conflagration. But the gigantic flame lighted up the square as brightly as the sun's rays. The excitement became too great for restraint. From a distance came the terrible roar of cannon; it was evident that the battle at Krutaya Balka was growing fiercer and fiercer.\n\n\"It must be pretty hot for ours there,\" muttered old Zakhar. \"The hetmans are not trifling. Ah! Pan Pototski is a real soldier.\" Then he pointed through the window at the crowd. \"Oh!\" said he, \"they are revelling now; but if Hmelnitski is beaten, then there will be revelling over them.\"\n\nAt that moment the tramp of cavalry was heard, and a number of riders rushed to the square on foaming horses. Their faces black from powder, their clothes torn, and the heads of some of them bound in rags showed that they had hurried straightway from battle.\n\n\"People who believe in God, save yourselves! The Poles are beating ours!\" they cried in loud voices.\n\nTumult and disorder followed. The multitude moved like a wave tossed by the wind. Suddenly wild dismay possessed all. They rushed to escape; but the streets were blocked with wagons, one part of the square was on fire, there was no place for flight. The crowd began to press and cry, to beat, choke one another, and howl for mercy, though the enemy was far away."}, {"quote": "\"People who believe in God, save yourselves! The Poles are beating ours!", "context": "\"The hetmans are not trifling. Ah! Pan Pototski is a real soldier.\" Then he pointed through the window at the crowd. \"Oh!\" said he, \"they are revelling now; but if Hmelnitski is beaten, then there will be revelling over them.\"\n\nAt that moment the tramp of cavalry was heard, and a number of riders rushed to the square on foaming horses. Their faces black from powder, their clothes torn, and the heads of some of them bound in rags showed that they had hurried straightway from battle.\n\n\"People who believe in God, save yourselves! The Poles are beating ours!\" they cried in loud voices.\n\nTumult and disorder followed. The multitude moved like a wave tossed by the wind. Suddenly wild dismay possessed all. They rushed to escape; but the streets were blocked with wagons, one part of the square was on fire, there was no place for flight. The crowd began to press and cry, to beat, choke one another, and howl for mercy, though the enemy was far away.\n\nThe lieutenant, when he heard what was taking place, grew almost wild from joy. He began to run through the room like a madman, to beat his breast with his hands with all his power, and to cry, -- "}, {"quote": "\"I knew that it would be so! As I am alive, I knew it! This is the meeting with the hetmans, with the whole Commonwealth! The hour of punishment has come! What is this?\"", "context": "Tumult and disorder followed. The multitude moved like a wave tossed by the wind. Suddenly wild dismay possessed all. They rushed to escape; but the streets were blocked with wagons, one part of the square was on fire, there was no place for flight. The crowd began to press and cry, to beat, choke one another, and howl for mercy, though the enemy was far away.\n\nThe lieutenant, when he heard what was taking place, grew almost wild from joy. He began to run through the room like a madman, to beat his breast with his hands with all his power, and to cry, -- \n\n\"I knew that it would be so! As I am alive, I knew it! This is the meeting with the hetmans, with the whole Commonwealth! The hour of punishment has come! What is this?\"\n\nAgain resounded the tramp; and this time several hundred Tartar horsemen appeared on the square. They rushed on at random. The crowd stopped the way before them. They rushed at the crowd, struck, beat, and dispersed it; they lashed their horses, urging them on to the road leading to Cherkasi.\n\n\"They run like a whirlwind,\" said Zakhar.\n\nScarcely had Skshetuski moved when a second division flew by, and after that a third. The flight seemed to be general. The guards before the houses began to grow uneasy, and also to show a wish to escape. Zakhar hurried through the porch."}, {"quote": "\"They run like a whirlwind,", "context": "\"I knew that it would be so! As I am alive, I knew it! This is the meeting with the hetmans, with the whole Commonwealth! The hour of punishment has come! What is this?\"\n\nAgain resounded the tramp; and this time several hundred Tartar horsemen appeared on the square. They rushed on at random. The crowd stopped the way before them. They rushed at the crowd, struck, beat, and dispersed it; they lashed their horses, urging them on to the road leading to Cherkasi.\n\n\"They run like a whirlwind,\" said Zakhar.\n\nScarcely had Skshetuski moved when a second division flew by, and after that a third. The flight seemed to be general. The guards before the houses began to grow uneasy, and also to show a wish to escape. Zakhar hurried through the porch.\n\n\"Halt!\" cried he to the Mirgorod men.\n\nSmoke, heat, disorder, the tramping of horses, sounds of alarm, the howling of the crowd in the light of the conflagration, were blended in one fearful picture on which the lieutenant gazed through the window."}, {"quote": "\"What a defeat there must be! what a defeat!", "context": "Scarcely had Skshetuski moved when a second division flew by, and after that a third. The flight seemed to be general. The guards before the houses began to grow uneasy, and also to show a wish to escape. Zakhar hurried through the porch.\n\n\"Halt!\" cried he to the Mirgorod men.\n\nSmoke, heat, disorder, the tramping of horses, sounds of alarm, the howling of the crowd in the light of the conflagration, were blended in one fearful picture on which the lieutenant gazed through the window.\n\n\"What a defeat there must be! what a defeat!\" cried he to Zakhar, not considering that the latter could not share his delight.\n\nNow a new division of fugitives rushed by like lightning. The thunder of cannon shook the houses of Kors\u00fan to their foundations. Suddenly a shrieking voice began to cry right there at the house, -- \n\n\"Save yourselves! Hmelnitski is killed! Hmelnitski is killed! Tugai Bey is killed!\"\n\nOn the square there was a real end of the world. People in terror rushed into the flames. The lieutenant fell upon his knees, raised his hands to heaven, -- "}, {"quote": "\"Save yourselves! Hmelnitski is killed! Hmelnitski is killed! Tugai Bey is killed!\"", "context": "Smoke, heat, disorder, the tramping of horses, sounds of alarm, the howling of the crowd in the light of the conflagration, were blended in one fearful picture on which the lieutenant gazed through the window.\n\n\"What a defeat there must be! what a defeat!\" cried he to Zakhar, not considering that the latter could not share his delight.\n\nNow a new division of fugitives rushed by like lightning. The thunder of cannon shook the houses of Kors\u00fan to their foundations. Suddenly a shrieking voice began to cry right there at the house, -- \n\n\"Save yourselves! Hmelnitski is killed! Hmelnitski is killed! Tugai Bey is killed!\"\n\nOn the square there was a real end of the world. People in terror rushed into the flames. The lieutenant fell upon his knees, raised his hands to heaven, -- \n\n\"Oh, almighty, great, and just God, praise to thee in the highest!\"\n\nZakhar interrupted his prayer, running into the room from the antechamber.\n\n\"Come now,\" said he, panting, \"come and promise pardon to the Mirgorod men, for they wish to go away; and if they go, the crowd will fall upon us.\""}, {"quote": "\"Oh, almighty, great, and just God, praise to thee in the highest!\"", "context": "Now a new division of fugitives rushed by like lightning. The thunder of cannon shook the houses of Kors\u00fan to their foundations. Suddenly a shrieking voice began to cry right there at the house, -- \n\n\"Save yourselves! Hmelnitski is killed! Hmelnitski is killed! Tugai Bey is killed!\"\n\nOn the square there was a real end of the world. People in terror rushed into the flames. The lieutenant fell upon his knees, raised his hands to heaven, -- \n\n\"Oh, almighty, great, and just God, praise to thee in the highest!\"\n\nZakhar interrupted his prayer, running into the room from the antechamber.\n\n\"Come now,\" said he, panting, \"come and promise pardon to the Mirgorod men, for they wish to go away; and if they go, the crowd will fall upon us.\"\n\nSkshetuski went out to the porch. The Mirgorod men were moving around unquietly before the house, exhibiting a firm determination to leave the place and flee by the road leading to Cherkasi. Fear had taken possession of every one in the town. Each moment new crowds came, fleeing, as if on wings, from the direction of Krut\u00e1ya Balka, -- peasants, Tartars, town Cossacks, Zaporojians, in the greatest disorder. And still Hmelnitski's principal forces must be fighting yet. The battle could not be entirely decided, for the cannon were thundering with redoubled force. Skshetuski turned to the Mirgorod men."}, {"quote": "\"come and promise pardon to the Mirgorod men, for they wish to go away; and if they go, the crowd will fall upon us.\"", "context": "\"Save yourselves! Hmelnitski is killed! Hmelnitski is killed! Tugai Bey is killed!\"\n\nOn the square there was a real end of the world. People in terror rushed into the flames. The lieutenant fell upon his knees, raised his hands to heaven, -- \n\n\"Oh, almighty, great, and just God, praise to thee in the highest!\"\n\nZakhar interrupted his prayer, running into the room from the antechamber.\n\n\"Come now,\" said he, panting, \"come and promise pardon to the Mirgorod men, for they wish to go away; and if they go, the crowd will fall upon us.\"\n\nSkshetuski went out to the porch. The Mirgorod men were moving around unquietly before the house, exhibiting a firm determination to leave the place and flee by the road leading to Cherkasi. Fear had taken possession of every one in the town. Each moment new crowds came, fleeing, as if on wings, from the direction of Krut\u00e1ya Balka, -- peasants, Tartars, town Cossacks, Zaporojians, in the greatest disorder. And still Hmelnitski's principal forces must be fighting yet. The battle could not be entirely decided, for the cannon were thundering with redoubled force. Skshetuski turned to the Mirgorod men."}, {"quote": "\"Because you have guarded my person well,", "context": "Skshetuski went out to the porch. The Mirgorod men were moving around unquietly before the house, exhibiting a firm determination to leave the place and flee by the road leading to Cherkasi. Fear had taken possession of every one in the town. Each moment new crowds came, fleeing, as if on wings, from the direction of Krut\u00e1ya Balka, -- peasants, Tartars, town Cossacks, Zaporojians, in the greatest disorder. And still Hmelnitski's principal forces must be fighting yet. The battle could not be entirely decided, for the cannon were thundering with redoubled force. Skshetuski turned to the Mirgorod men.\n\n\"Because you have guarded my person well,\" said he, loftily, \"you need no flight to save yourselves, for I promise you intercession and favor with the hetman.\"\n\nThe Mirgorod men uncovered their heads. Pan Yan put his hands on his hips, and looked proudly on the square, which grew emptier each moment. What a change of fate! Here is the lieutenant, a short time since a captive, dragged after the Cossack camp; now he has become among insolent Cossacks as a lord among subjects, as a noble among peasants, as an armored hussar among camp-followers. He, a captive, has now promised favor, and heads are uncovered in his presence, while submissive voices cry with that prolonged tone indicating fear and obedience, -- "}, {"quote": "\"you need no flight to save yourselves, for I promise you intercession and favor with the hetman.\"", "context": "Skshetuski went out to the porch. The Mirgorod men were moving around unquietly before the house, exhibiting a firm determination to leave the place and flee by the road leading to Cherkasi. Fear had taken possession of every one in the town. Each moment new crowds came, fleeing, as if on wings, from the direction of Krut\u00e1ya Balka, -- peasants, Tartars, town Cossacks, Zaporojians, in the greatest disorder. And still Hmelnitski's principal forces must be fighting yet. The battle could not be entirely decided, for the cannon were thundering with redoubled force. Skshetuski turned to the Mirgorod men.\n\n\"Because you have guarded my person well,\" said he, loftily, \"you need no flight to save yourselves, for I promise you intercession and favor with the hetman.\"\n\nThe Mirgorod men uncovered their heads. Pan Yan put his hands on his hips, and looked proudly on the square, which grew emptier each moment. What a change of fate! Here is the lieutenant, a short time since a captive, dragged after the Cossack camp; now he has become among insolent Cossacks as a lord among subjects, as a noble among peasants, as an armored hussar among camp-followers. He, a captive, has now promised favor, and heads are uncovered in his presence, while submissive voices cry with that prolonged tone indicating fear and obedience, -- "}, {"quote": "\u201cI suspected the little clown's laughter,", "context": "Count Victor heard the woman's lamentation die away in the pit of the stair before he ceased to wonder at the sound and had fully realised the unpleasantness of his own incarceration. It was the cries of the outer assault that roused him from mere amazement to a comprehension of the dangers involved in his being thus penned in a cell and his enemies kept at bay by some wooden bars and a wooden-head. He felt with questioning fingers along the walls, finding no crevice to suggest outer air till he reached the window, and, alas! an escape from a window at that height seemed out of the question without some machinery at hand.\n\n\u201cI suspected the little clown's laughter,\u201d said he to himself. \u201cThe key of the mystery lies between him and this absurd Baron, and I begin to guess at something of complicity on the part of M. Bethune. A malediction on the whole tribe of mountaineers! The thing's like a play; I've seen far more improbable circumstances in a book. I am shot at in a country reputed to be well-governed even to monotony; a sombre host puzzles, a far too frank domestic perplexes; magic flutes and midnight voices haunt this infernal hold; the conventional lady of the drama is kept in the background with great care, and just when I am on the point of meeting her, the perplexing servitor becomes my jailer. But yes, it is a play; surely it is a play; or else I am in bed in Cammercy suffering from one of old Jeanne's heavy late suppers. It is then that I must waken myself into the little room with the pink hangings.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cGrand Dieu!", "context": "\u201d said he to himself. \u201cThe key of the mystery lies between him and this absurd Baron, and I begin to guess at something of complicity on the part of M. Bethune. A malediction on the whole tribe of mountaineers! The thing's like a play; I've seen far more improbable circumstances in a book. I am shot at in a country reputed to be well-governed even to monotony; a sombre host puzzles, a far too frank domestic perplexes; magic flutes and midnight voices haunt this infernal hold; the conventional lady of the drama is kept in the background with great care, and just when I am on the point of meeting her, the perplexing servitor becomes my jailer. But yes, it is a play; surely it is a play; or else I am in bed in Cammercy suffering from one of old Jeanne's heavy late suppers. It is then that I must waken myself into the little room with the pink hangings.\u201d\n\nHe raised the point of the sword to prick his finger, more in a humorous mood than with any real belief that it was all a dream, and dropped it fast as he felt a gummy liquor clotting on the blade.\n\n\u201cGrand Dieu!\u201d said he softly, \u201cI have perhaps pricked some one else to-night into his eternal nightmare, and I cannot prick myself out of one.\u201d\n\nThe noise of the men outside rose louder; a gleam of light waved upon the wall of the chamber, something wan and elusive, bewildering for a moment as if it were a ghost; from the clamour he could distinguish sentences in a guttural tongue. He turned to the window -- the counterpart of the one in his own bedroom, but without a pane of glass in its narrow space. Again the wan flag waved across the wall, more plainly the cries of the robbers came up to him. They had set a torch flaring on the scene. It revealed the gloomy gable-end of Doom with a wild, a menacing illumination, deepening the blackness of the night beyond its influence, giving life to shadows that danced upon rock and grass. The light, held high by the man Count Victor had wounded, now wrapped to his eyes in a plaid, rose and fell, touched sometimes on the mainland showing the bracken and the tree, sometimes upon the sea to show the wave, frothy from its quarrel with the fissured rock, making it plain that Doom was a ship indeed, cast upon troubled waters, cut off from the gentle world."}, {"quote": "\u201cI have perhaps pricked some one else to-night into his eternal nightmare, and I cannot prick myself out of one.\u201d", "context": "\u201d said he to himself. \u201cThe key of the mystery lies between him and this absurd Baron, and I begin to guess at something of complicity on the part of M. Bethune. A malediction on the whole tribe of mountaineers! The thing's like a play; I've seen far more improbable circumstances in a book. I am shot at in a country reputed to be well-governed even to monotony; a sombre host puzzles, a far too frank domestic perplexes; magic flutes and midnight voices haunt this infernal hold; the conventional lady of the drama is kept in the background with great care, and just when I am on the point of meeting her, the perplexing servitor becomes my jailer. But yes, it is a play; surely it is a play; or else I am in bed in Cammercy suffering from one of old Jeanne's heavy late suppers. It is then that I must waken myself into the little room with the pink hangings.\u201d\n\nHe raised the point of the sword to prick his finger, more in a humorous mood than with any real belief that it was all a dream, and dropped it fast as he felt a gummy liquor clotting on the blade.\n\n\u201cGrand Dieu!\u201d said he softly, \u201cI have perhaps pricked some one else to-night into his eternal nightmare, and I cannot prick myself out of one.\u201d\n\nThe noise of the men outside rose louder; a gleam of light waved upon the wall of the chamber, something wan and elusive, bewildering for a moment as if it were a ghost; from the clamour he could distinguish sentences in a guttural tongue. He turned to the window -- the counterpart of the one in his own bedroom, but without a pane of glass in its narrow space. Again the wan flag waved across the wall, more plainly the cries of the robbers came up to him. They had set a torch flaring on the scene. It revealed the gloomy gable-end of Doom with a wild, a menacing illumination, deepening the blackness of the night beyond its influence, giving life to shadows that danced upon rock and grass. The light, held high by the man Count Victor had wounded, now wrapped to his eyes in a plaid, rose and fell, touched sometimes on the mainland showing the bracken and the tree, sometimes upon the sea to show the wave, frothy from its quarrel with the fissured rock, making it plain that Doom was a ship indeed, cast upon troubled waters, cut off from the gentle world."}, {"quote": "\u201cLoch Sloy!", "context": "The noise of the men outside rose louder; a gleam of light waved upon the wall of the chamber, something wan and elusive, bewildering for a moment as if it were a ghost; from the clamour he could distinguish sentences in a guttural tongue. He turned to the window -- the counterpart of the one in his own bedroom, but without a pane of glass in its narrow space. Again the wan flag waved across the wall, more plainly the cries of the robbers came up to him. They had set a torch flaring on the scene. It revealed the gloomy gable-end of Doom with a wild, a menacing illumination, deepening the blackness of the night beyond its influence, giving life to shadows that danced upon rock and grass. The light, held high by the man Count Victor had wounded, now wrapped to his eyes in a plaid, rose and fell, touched sometimes on the mainland showing the bracken and the tree, sometimes upon the sea to show the wave, frothy from its quarrel with the fissured rock, making it plain that Doom was a ship indeed, cast upon troubled waters, cut off from the gentle world.\n\nBut little for the sea or for the shore had Count Victor any interest; his eyes were all for the wild band who clamoured about the flambeau. They wore such a costume as he had quarrelled with on his arrival; they cried \u201cLoch Sloy!\u201d with something of theatrical effect, and \u201cOut with the gentleman! out with Black Andy's murderer!\u201d they demanded in English.\n\nHe craned his head out at the Window and watched the scene. The tall man who had personally assailed him seemed to lead the band in all except their clamour, working eagerly, directing in undertones. They had brought a ladder from the shore, apparently provided for such an emergency, and placed it against the wall, with a view to an escalade. A stream of steaming water shot down upon the first who ventured upon the rounds, and he fell back with ludicrous whimperings. Compelled by the leader, another ventured on the ladder, and the better to watch his performance Count Victor leaned farther out at his window, secure from observation in the darkness. As he did so, he saw for the first time that on his right there was a lighted window he could almost touch with his hand as he leaned over. It flashed upon him that here was the woman's room, and that on the deep moulding running underneath the windows he could at some little risk gain it, probably to find its door open, and thus gain the freedom Mungo had so unexpectedly taken from him. He crept out upon the ledge, only then to realise the hazards of such a narrow footing. It seemed as he stood with his hands yet grasping the sides of the window he sought to escape by, that he could never retain his balance sufficiently to reach the other in safety. The greatest of his physical fears -- greater even than that of drowning which sometimes whelmed him in dreams and on ships -- was the dread of empty space; a touch of vertigo seized him; the enemy gathered round the torch beneath suddenly seemed elves, puny impossible things far off, and he almost slipped into their midst. But he dragged back his senses."}, {"quote": "\u201cOut with the gentleman! out with Black Andy's murderer!", "context": "The noise of the men outside rose louder; a gleam of light waved upon the wall of the chamber, something wan and elusive, bewildering for a moment as if it were a ghost; from the clamour he could distinguish sentences in a guttural tongue. He turned to the window -- the counterpart of the one in his own bedroom, but without a pane of glass in its narrow space. Again the wan flag waved across the wall, more plainly the cries of the robbers came up to him. They had set a torch flaring on the scene. It revealed the gloomy gable-end of Doom with a wild, a menacing illumination, deepening the blackness of the night beyond its influence, giving life to shadows that danced upon rock and grass. The light, held high by the man Count Victor had wounded, now wrapped to his eyes in a plaid, rose and fell, touched sometimes on the mainland showing the bracken and the tree, sometimes upon the sea to show the wave, frothy from its quarrel with the fissured rock, making it plain that Doom was a ship indeed, cast upon troubled waters, cut off from the gentle world.\n\nBut little for the sea or for the shore had Count Victor any interest; his eyes were all for the wild band who clamoured about the flambeau. They wore such a costume as he had quarrelled with on his arrival; they cried \u201cLoch Sloy!\u201d with something of theatrical effect, and \u201cOut with the gentleman! out with Black Andy's murderer!\u201d they demanded in English.\n\nHe craned his head out at the Window and watched the scene. The tall man who had personally assailed him seemed to lead the band in all except their clamour, working eagerly, directing in undertones. They had brought a ladder from the shore, apparently provided for such an emergency, and placed it against the wall, with a view to an escalade. A stream of steaming water shot down upon the first who ventured upon the rounds, and he fell back with ludicrous whimperings. Compelled by the leader, another ventured on the ladder, and the better to watch his performance Count Victor leaned farther out at his window, secure from observation in the darkness. As he did so, he saw for the first time that on his right there was a lighted window he could almost touch with his hand as he leaned over. It flashed upon him that here was the woman's room, and that on the deep moulding running underneath the windows he could at some little risk gain it, probably to find its door open, and thus gain the freedom Mungo had so unexpectedly taken from him. He crept out upon the ledge, only then to realise the hazards of such a narrow footing. It seemed as he stood with his hands yet grasping the sides of the window he sought to escape by, that he could never retain his balance sufficiently to reach the other in safety. The greatest of his physical fears -- greater even than that of drowning which sometimes whelmed him in dreams and on ships -- was the dread of empty space; a touch of vertigo seized him; the enemy gathered round the torch beneath suddenly seemed elves, puny impossible things far off, and he almost slipped into their midst. But he dragged back his senses."}, {"quote": "\u201cWe must all die,", "context": "He craned his head out at the Window and watched the scene. The tall man who had personally assailed him seemed to lead the band in all except their clamour, working eagerly, directing in undertones. They had brought a ladder from the shore, apparently provided for such an emergency, and placed it against the wall, with a view to an escalade. A stream of steaming water shot down upon the first who ventured upon the rounds, and he fell back with ludicrous whimperings. Compelled by the leader, another ventured on the ladder, and the better to watch his performance Count Victor leaned farther out at his window, secure from observation in the darkness. As he did so, he saw for the first time that on his right there was a lighted window he could almost touch with his hand as he leaned over. It flashed upon him that here was the woman's room, and that on the deep moulding running underneath the windows he could at some little risk gain it, probably to find its door open, and thus gain the freedom Mungo had so unexpectedly taken from him. He crept out upon the ledge, only then to realise the hazards of such a narrow footing. It seemed as he stood with his hands yet grasping the sides of the window he sought to escape by, that he could never retain his balance sufficiently to reach the other in safety. The greatest of his physical fears -- greater even than that of drowning which sometimes whelmed him in dreams and on ships -- was the dread of empty space; a touch of vertigo seized him; the enemy gathered round the torch beneath suddenly seemed elves, puny impossible things far off, and he almost slipped into their midst. But he dragged back his senses. \u201cWe must all die,\u201d he gasped, \u201cbut we need not be precipitate about the business,\u201d and shut his eyes as he stood up, and with feet upon the moulding stretched to gain grip of the other window. Something fell away below his right foot and almost plunged him into space. With a terrific effort he saved himself from that fate, and his senses, grown of a sudden to miraculous acuteness, heard the crumbled masonry he had released thud upon the patch of grass at the foot of the tower, apprising the enemy of his attempt. A wild commingling of commands and threats came up to him; the night seemed something vast beyond all former estimates, a swinging and giddy horror; the single star that peered through the cloud took to airy dancing, a phantom of the evening heavens; again he might have fallen, but the material, more deadly, world he was accustomed to manifested itself for his relief and his salvation. Through the night rang a pistol shot, and the ball struck against the wall but an inch or two from his head."}, {"quote": "\u201cbut we need not be precipitate about the business,", "context": "He craned his head out at the Window and watched the scene. The tall man who had personally assailed him seemed to lead the band in all except their clamour, working eagerly, directing in undertones. They had brought a ladder from the shore, apparently provided for such an emergency, and placed it against the wall, with a view to an escalade. A stream of steaming water shot down upon the first who ventured upon the rounds, and he fell back with ludicrous whimperings. Compelled by the leader, another ventured on the ladder, and the better to watch his performance Count Victor leaned farther out at his window, secure from observation in the darkness. As he did so, he saw for the first time that on his right there was a lighted window he could almost touch with his hand as he leaned over. It flashed upon him that here was the woman's room, and that on the deep moulding running underneath the windows he could at some little risk gain it, probably to find its door open, and thus gain the freedom Mungo had so unexpectedly taken from him. He crept out upon the ledge, only then to realise the hazards of such a narrow footing. It seemed as he stood with his hands yet grasping the sides of the window he sought to escape by, that he could never retain his balance sufficiently to reach the other in safety. The greatest of his physical fears -- greater even than that of drowning which sometimes whelmed him in dreams and on ships -- was the dread of empty space; a touch of vertigo seized him; the enemy gathered round the torch beneath suddenly seemed elves, puny impossible things far off, and he almost slipped into their midst. But he dragged back his senses. \u201cWe must all die,\u201d he gasped, \u201cbut we need not be precipitate about the business,\u201d and shut his eyes as he stood up, and with feet upon the moulding stretched to gain grip of the other window. Something fell away below his right foot and almost plunged him into space. With a terrific effort he saved himself from that fate, and his senses, grown of a sudden to miraculous acuteness, heard the crumbled masonry he had released thud upon the patch of grass at the foot of the tower, apprising the enemy of his attempt. A wild commingling of commands and threats came up to him; the night seemed something vast beyond all former estimates, a swinging and giddy horror; the single star that peered through the cloud took to airy dancing, a phantom of the evening heavens; again he might have fallen, but the material, more deadly, world he was accustomed to manifested itself for his relief and his salvation. Through the night rang a pistol shot, and the ball struck against the wall but an inch or two from his head."}, {"quote": "\u201cMerci beaucoup!", "context": "\u201d and shut his eyes as he stood up, and with feet upon the moulding stretched to gain grip of the other window. Something fell away below his right foot and almost plunged him into space. With a terrific effort he saved himself from that fate, and his senses, grown of a sudden to miraculous acuteness, heard the crumbled masonry he had released thud upon the patch of grass at the foot of the tower, apprising the enemy of his attempt. A wild commingling of commands and threats came up to him; the night seemed something vast beyond all former estimates, a swinging and giddy horror; the single star that peered through the cloud took to airy dancing, a phantom of the evening heavens; again he might have fallen, but the material, more deadly, world he was accustomed to manifested itself for his relief and his salvation. Through the night rang a pistol shot, and the ball struck against the wall but an inch or two from his head.\n\n\u201cMerci beaucoup!\u201d he said aloud. \u201cThere is nothing like a pill,\u201d and his grasp upon the sides of the illuminated window was quite strong and confident as he drew himself towards it. He threw himself in upon the floor just in time to escape death from half a dozen bullets that rattled behind him.\n\nSafe within, he looked around in wonder. What he had come upon was not what he had expected, -- was, indeed, so incongruous with the cell next door and the general poverty of the castle as a whole that it seemed unreal; for here was a trim and tasteful boudoir lit by a silver lamp, warmed by a charcoal fire, and giving some suggestion of dainty womanhood by a palpable though delicate odour of rose-leaves conserved in pot-pourri. Tapestry covered more than three-fourths of the wall, swinging gently in the draught from the open window, a harpischord stood in a corner, a couch that had apparently been occupied stood between the fireplace and the door, and a score of evidences indicated gentility and taste."}, {"quote": "\u201cThere is nothing like a pill,", "context": "\u201d and shut his eyes as he stood up, and with feet upon the moulding stretched to gain grip of the other window. Something fell away below his right foot and almost plunged him into space. With a terrific effort he saved himself from that fate, and his senses, grown of a sudden to miraculous acuteness, heard the crumbled masonry he had released thud upon the patch of grass at the foot of the tower, apprising the enemy of his attempt. A wild commingling of commands and threats came up to him; the night seemed something vast beyond all former estimates, a swinging and giddy horror; the single star that peered through the cloud took to airy dancing, a phantom of the evening heavens; again he might have fallen, but the material, more deadly, world he was accustomed to manifested itself for his relief and his salvation. Through the night rang a pistol shot, and the ball struck against the wall but an inch or two from his head.\n\n\u201cMerci beaucoup!\u201d he said aloud. \u201cThere is nothing like a pill,\u201d and his grasp upon the sides of the illuminated window was quite strong and confident as he drew himself towards it. He threw himself in upon the floor just in time to escape death from half a dozen bullets that rattled behind him.\n\nSafe within, he looked around in wonder. What he had come upon was not what he had expected, -- was, indeed, so incongruous with the cell next door and the general poverty of the castle as a whole that it seemed unreal; for here was a trim and tasteful boudoir lit by a silver lamp, warmed by a charcoal fire, and giving some suggestion of dainty womanhood by a palpable though delicate odour of rose-leaves conserved in pot-pourri. Tapestry covered more than three-fourths of the wall, swinging gently in the draught from the open window, a harpischord stood in a corner, a couch that had apparently been occupied stood between the fireplace and the door, and a score of evidences indicated gentility and taste."}, {"quote": "\u201cAnnapla becomes more interesting,", "context": "Safe within, he looked around in wonder. What he had come upon was not what he had expected, -- was, indeed, so incongruous with the cell next door and the general poverty of the castle as a whole that it seemed unreal; for here was a trim and tasteful boudoir lit by a silver lamp, warmed by a charcoal fire, and giving some suggestion of dainty womanhood by a palpable though delicate odour of rose-leaves conserved in pot-pourri. Tapestry covered more than three-fourths of the wall, swinging gently in the draught from the open window, a harpischord stood in a corner, a couch that had apparently been occupied stood between the fireplace and the door, and a score of evidences indicated gentility and taste.\n\n\u201cAnnapla becomes more interesting,\u201d he reflected, but he spent no time in her boudoir; he made to try the door. It was locked; nor did he wonder at it, though in a cooler moment he might have done so. Hurriedly he glanced about the room for something to aid him to open the door, but there was nothing to suit his purpose. In his search his eye fell upon a miniature upon the mantelshelf -- the work, as he could tell by its technique and its frame, of a French artist. It was the presentment of a gentleman in the Highland dress, adorned, as was the manner of some years back before the costume itself had become discredited, with fripperies of the mode elsewhere -- a long scalloped waistcoat, a deep ruffled collar, the shoes buckled, and the hair en queue, -- the portrait of a man of dark complexion, distinguished and someways pleasant."}, {"quote": "\u201cThe essential lover of the story,", "context": "\u201d he reflected, but he spent no time in her boudoir; he made to try the door. It was locked; nor did he wonder at it, though in a cooler moment he might have done so. Hurriedly he glanced about the room for something to aid him to open the door, but there was nothing to suit his purpose. In his search his eye fell upon a miniature upon the mantelshelf -- the work, as he could tell by its technique and its frame, of a French artist. It was the presentment of a gentleman in the Highland dress, adorned, as was the manner of some years back before the costume itself had become discredited, with fripperies of the mode elsewhere -- a long scalloped waistcoat, a deep ruffled collar, the shoes buckled, and the hair en queue, -- the portrait of a man of dark complexion, distinguished and someways pleasant.\n\n\u201cThe essential lover of the story,\u201d said Count Victor, putting it down. \u201cNow I know my Annapla is young and lovely. We shall see -- we shall see!\u201d\n\nHe turned to the door to try its fastenings with his sword, found the task of no great difficulty, for the woodwork round the lock shared the common decay of Doom, and with the silver lamp to light his steps, he made his way along the corridor and down the stair. It was a strange and romantic spectacle he made moving thus through the darkness, the lamp swaying his shadow on the stairway as he descended, and he could have asked for no more astonishment in the face of his jailer than he found in Mungo's when that domestic met him at the stair-foot."}, {"quote": "\u201cNow I know my Annapla is young and lovely. We shall see -- we shall see!\u201d", "context": "\u201d he reflected, but he spent no time in her boudoir; he made to try the door. It was locked; nor did he wonder at it, though in a cooler moment he might have done so. Hurriedly he glanced about the room for something to aid him to open the door, but there was nothing to suit his purpose. In his search his eye fell upon a miniature upon the mantelshelf -- the work, as he could tell by its technique and its frame, of a French artist. It was the presentment of a gentleman in the Highland dress, adorned, as was the manner of some years back before the costume itself had become discredited, with fripperies of the mode elsewhere -- a long scalloped waistcoat, a deep ruffled collar, the shoes buckled, and the hair en queue, -- the portrait of a man of dark complexion, distinguished and someways pleasant.\n\n\u201cThe essential lover of the story,\u201d said Count Victor, putting it down. \u201cNow I know my Annapla is young and lovely. We shall see -- we shall see!\u201d\n\nHe turned to the door to try its fastenings with his sword, found the task of no great difficulty, for the woodwork round the lock shared the common decay of Doom, and with the silver lamp to light his steps, he made his way along the corridor and down the stair. It was a strange and romantic spectacle he made moving thus through the darkness, the lamp swaying his shadow on the stairway as he descended, and he could have asked for no more astonishment in the face of his jailer than he found in Mungo's when that domestic met him at the stair-foot."}, {"quote": "\u201cGod be aboot us! Coont, ye near gied me a stroke there.\u201d", "context": "He turned to the door to try its fastenings with his sword, found the task of no great difficulty, for the woodwork round the lock shared the common decay of Doom, and with the silver lamp to light his steps, he made his way along the corridor and down the stair. It was a strange and romantic spectacle he made moving thus through the darkness, the lamp swaying his shadow on the stairway as he descended, and he could have asked for no more astonishment in the face of his jailer than he found in Mungo's when that domestic met him at the stair-foot.\n\nMungo was carrying hot water in a huge kettle. He put down the vessel with a startled jolt that betrayed his fright.\n\n\u201cGod be aboot us! Coont, ye near gied me a stroke there.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I demand pardon!\u201d said Count Victor ironically. \u201cI forgot that a man of your age should not be taken by surprise.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy age!\u201d repeated Mungo, with a tone of annoyance. \u201cNo' sae awfu' auld either. At my age my grandfaither was a sergeant i' the airmy, and married for the fourth time.\u201d\n\n\u201cOnly half his valour seems to run in the blood,\u201d said Count Victor. Then, more sternly, \u201cWhat did you mean by locking me up there?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cOh, I demand pardon!", "context": "He turned to the door to try its fastenings with his sword, found the task of no great difficulty, for the woodwork round the lock shared the common decay of Doom, and with the silver lamp to light his steps, he made his way along the corridor and down the stair. It was a strange and romantic spectacle he made moving thus through the darkness, the lamp swaying his shadow on the stairway as he descended, and he could have asked for no more astonishment in the face of his jailer than he found in Mungo's when that domestic met him at the stair-foot.\n\nMungo was carrying hot water in a huge kettle. He put down the vessel with a startled jolt that betrayed his fright.\n\n\u201cGod be aboot us! Coont, ye near gied me a stroke there.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I demand pardon!\u201d said Count Victor ironically. \u201cI forgot that a man of your age should not be taken by surprise.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy age!\u201d repeated Mungo, with a tone of annoyance. \u201cNo' sae awfu' auld either. At my age my grandfaither was a sergeant i' the airmy, and married for the fourth time.\u201d\n\n\u201cOnly half his valour seems to run in the blood,\u201d said Count Victor. Then, more sternly, \u201cWhat did you mean by locking me up there?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI forgot that a man of your age should not be taken by surprise.\u201d", "context": "He turned to the door to try its fastenings with his sword, found the task of no great difficulty, for the woodwork round the lock shared the common decay of Doom, and with the silver lamp to light his steps, he made his way along the corridor and down the stair. It was a strange and romantic spectacle he made moving thus through the darkness, the lamp swaying his shadow on the stairway as he descended, and he could have asked for no more astonishment in the face of his jailer than he found in Mungo's when that domestic met him at the stair-foot.\n\nMungo was carrying hot water in a huge kettle. He put down the vessel with a startled jolt that betrayed his fright.\n\n\u201cGod be aboot us! Coont, ye near gied me a stroke there.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I demand pardon!\u201d said Count Victor ironically. \u201cI forgot that a man of your age should not be taken by surprise.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy age!\u201d repeated Mungo, with a tone of annoyance. \u201cNo' sae awfu' auld either. At my age my grandfaither was a sergeant i' the airmy, and married for the fourth time.\u201d\n\n\u201cOnly half his valour seems to run in the blood,\u201d said Count Victor. Then, more sternly, \u201cWhat did you mean by locking me up there?\u201d\n\nMungo took up the kettle and placed it to the front of him, with some intuition that a shield must be extemporised against the sword that the Frenchman had menacing in his hand. The action was so droll and futile that, in spite of his indignation, Count Victor had to smile; and this assured the little domestic, though he felt chagrin at the ridicule implied."}, {"quote": "\u201cNo' sae awfu' auld either. At my age my grandfaither was a sergeant i' the airmy, and married for the fourth time.\u201d", "context": "He turned to the door to try its fastenings with his sword, found the task of no great difficulty, for the woodwork round the lock shared the common decay of Doom, and with the silver lamp to light his steps, he made his way along the corridor and down the stair. It was a strange and romantic spectacle he made moving thus through the darkness, the lamp swaying his shadow on the stairway as he descended, and he could have asked for no more astonishment in the face of his jailer than he found in Mungo's when that domestic met him at the stair-foot.\n\nMungo was carrying hot water in a huge kettle. He put down the vessel with a startled jolt that betrayed his fright.\n\n\u201cGod be aboot us! Coont, ye near gied me a stroke there.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I demand pardon!\u201d said Count Victor ironically. \u201cI forgot that a man of your age should not be taken by surprise.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy age!\u201d repeated Mungo, with a tone of annoyance. \u201cNo' sae awfu' auld either. At my age my grandfaither was a sergeant i' the airmy, and married for the fourth time.\u201d\n\n\u201cOnly half his valour seems to run in the blood,\u201d said Count Victor. Then, more sternly, \u201cWhat did you mean by locking me up there?\u201d\n\nMungo took up the kettle and placed it to the front of him, with some intuition that a shield must be extemporised against the sword that the Frenchman had menacing in his hand. The action was so droll and futile that, in spite of his indignation, Count Victor had to smile; and this assured the little domestic, though he felt chagrin at the ridicule implied."}, {"quote": "\u201cOnly half his valour seems to run in the blood,", "context": "Mungo was carrying hot water in a huge kettle. He put down the vessel with a startled jolt that betrayed his fright.\n\n\u201cGod be aboot us! Coont, ye near gied me a stroke there.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, I demand pardon!\u201d said Count Victor ironically. \u201cI forgot that a man of your age should not be taken by surprise.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy age!\u201d repeated Mungo, with a tone of annoyance. \u201cNo' sae awfu' auld either. At my age my grandfaither was a sergeant i' the airmy, and married for the fourth time.\u201d\n\n\u201cOnly half his valour seems to run in the blood,\u201d said Count Victor. Then, more sternly, \u201cWhat did you mean by locking me up there?\u201d\n\nMungo took up the kettle and placed it to the front of him, with some intuition that a shield must be extemporised against the sword that the Frenchman had menacing in his hand. The action was so droll and futile that, in spite of his indignation, Count Victor had to smile; and this assured the little domestic, though he felt chagrin at the ridicule implied."}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat did you mean by locking me up there?\u201d", "context": "\u201cOh, I demand pardon!\u201d said Count Victor ironically. \u201cI forgot that a man of your age should not be taken by surprise.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy age!\u201d repeated Mungo, with a tone of annoyance. \u201cNo' sae awfu' auld either. At my age my grandfaither was a sergeant i' the airmy, and married for the fourth time.\u201d\n\n\u201cOnly half his valour seems to run in the blood,\u201d said Count Victor. Then, more sternly, \u201cWhat did you mean by locking me up there?\u201d\n\nMungo took up the kettle and placed it to the front of him, with some intuition that a shield must be extemporised against the sword that the Frenchman had menacing in his hand. The action was so droll and futile that, in spite of his indignation, Count Victor had to smile; and this assured the little domestic, though he felt chagrin at the ridicule implied.\n\n\u201cJist a bit plan o' my ain, Coont, to keep ye oot o' trouble, and I'm shair ye'll excuse the leeberty. A bonny-like thing it wad be if the maister cam' hame and foun' the Macfarlanes wer oot on the ran-dan and had picked ye oot o' Doom like a wulk oot o' its shell. It wisna like as if ye were ane o' the ordinar garrison, ye ken; ye were jist a kin' o' veesitor -- \u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd it was I they were after,", "context": "\u201cJist a bit plan o' my ain, Coont, to keep ye oot o' trouble, and I'm shair ye'll excuse the leeberty. A bonny-like thing it wad be if the maister cam' hame and foun' the Macfarlanes wer oot on the ran-dan and had picked ye oot o' Doom like a wulk oot o' its shell. It wisna like as if ye were ane o' the ordinar garrison, ye ken; ye were jist a kin' o' veesitor -- \u201d\n\n\u201cAnd it was I they were after,\u201d said Count Victor, \u201cwhich surely gave me some natural interest in the defence.\u201d\n\n\u201cYe were safer to bide whaur ye were; and hoo ye got oot o't 's mair than I can jalouse. We hae scalded aff the rogues wi' het water, and if they're to be keepit aff, I'll hae to be unco gleg wi' the kettle.\u201d\n\nAs he said these words he saw, apparently for the first time, with a full understanding of its significance, the lamp in Count Victor's hands. His jaw fell; he put down the kettle again helplessly, and, in trembling tones,"}, {"quote": "\u201cwhich surely gave me some natural interest in the defence.\u201d", "context": "\u201cJist a bit plan o' my ain, Coont, to keep ye oot o' trouble, and I'm shair ye'll excuse the leeberty. A bonny-like thing it wad be if the maister cam' hame and foun' the Macfarlanes wer oot on the ran-dan and had picked ye oot o' Doom like a wulk oot o' its shell. It wisna like as if ye were ane o' the ordinar garrison, ye ken; ye were jist a kin' o' veesitor -- \u201d\n\n\u201cAnd it was I they were after,\u201d said Count Victor, \u201cwhich surely gave me some natural interest in the defence.\u201d\n\n\u201cYe were safer to bide whaur ye were; and hoo ye got oot o't 's mair than I can jalouse. We hae scalded aff the rogues wi' het water, and if they're to be keepit aff, I'll hae to be unco gleg wi' the kettle.\u201d\n\nAs he said these words he saw, apparently for the first time, with a full understanding of its significance, the lamp in Count Victor's hands. His jaw fell; he put down the kettle again helplessly, and, in trembling tones,"}, {"quote": "\u201cYe were safer to bide whaur ye were; and hoo ye got oot o't 's mair than I can jalouse. We hae scalded aff the rogues wi' het water, and if they're to be keepit aff, I'll hae to be unco gleg wi' the kettle.\u201d", "context": "\u201cJist a bit plan o' my ain, Coont, to keep ye oot o' trouble, and I'm shair ye'll excuse the leeberty. A bonny-like thing it wad be if the maister cam' hame and foun' the Macfarlanes wer oot on the ran-dan and had picked ye oot o' Doom like a wulk oot o' its shell. It wisna like as if ye were ane o' the ordinar garrison, ye ken; ye were jist a kin' o' veesitor -- \u201d\n\n\u201cAnd it was I they were after,\u201d said Count Victor, \u201cwhich surely gave me some natural interest in the defence.\u201d\n\n\u201cYe were safer to bide whaur ye were; and hoo ye got oot o't 's mair than I can jalouse. We hae scalded aff the rogues wi' het water, and if they're to be keepit aff, I'll hae to be unco gleg wi' the kettle.\u201d\n\nAs he said these words he saw, apparently for the first time, with a full understanding of its significance, the lamp in Count Victor's hands. His jaw fell; he put down the kettle again helplessly, and, in trembling tones, \u201cWhaur did ye get the lamp?\u201d said he.\n\n\u201cAh, mon vieux!\u201d cried Count Victor, enjoying his bewilderment. \u201cYou should have locked the lady's door as well as mine. 'Art a poor warder not to think of the possibilities in two cells so close to each other.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhaur did ye get the lamp?", "context": "\u201cYe were safer to bide whaur ye were; and hoo ye got oot o't 's mair than I can jalouse. We hae scalded aff the rogues wi' het water, and if they're to be keepit aff, I'll hae to be unco gleg wi' the kettle.\u201d\n\nAs he said these words he saw, apparently for the first time, with a full understanding of its significance, the lamp in Count Victor's hands. His jaw fell; he put down the kettle again helplessly, and, in trembling tones, \u201cWhaur did ye get the lamp?\u201d said he.\n\n\u201cAh, mon vieux!\u201d cried Count Victor, enjoying his bewilderment. \u201cYou should have locked the lady's door as well as mine. 'Art a poor warder not to think of the possibilities in two cells so close to each other.\u201d\n\n\u201cCells!\u201d cried Mungo, very much disturbed. \u201cCells! quo' he,\u201d looking chapfallen up the stairway, as if for something there behind his escaped prisoner.\n\n\u201cAnd now you will give me the opportunity of paying my respects to your no doubt adorable lady.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAh, mon vieux!", "context": "\u201cYe were safer to bide whaur ye were; and hoo ye got oot o't 's mair than I can jalouse. We hae scalded aff the rogues wi' het water, and if they're to be keepit aff, I'll hae to be unco gleg wi' the kettle.\u201d\n\nAs he said these words he saw, apparently for the first time, with a full understanding of its significance, the lamp in Count Victor's hands. His jaw fell; he put down the kettle again helplessly, and, in trembling tones, \u201cWhaur did ye get the lamp?\u201d said he.\n\n\u201cAh, mon vieux!\u201d cried Count Victor, enjoying his bewilderment. \u201cYou should have locked the lady's door as well as mine. 'Art a poor warder not to think of the possibilities in two cells so close to each other.\u201d\n\n\u201cCells!\u201d cried Mungo, very much disturbed. \u201cCells! quo' he,\u201d looking chapfallen up the stairway, as if for something there behind his escaped prisoner.\n\n\u201cAnd now you will give me the opportunity of paying my respects to your no doubt adorable lady.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou should have locked the lady's door as well as mine. 'Art a poor warder not to think of the possibilities in two cells so close to each other.\u201d", "context": "\u201cYe were safer to bide whaur ye were; and hoo ye got oot o't 's mair than I can jalouse. We hae scalded aff the rogues wi' het water, and if they're to be keepit aff, I'll hae to be unco gleg wi' the kettle.\u201d\n\nAs he said these words he saw, apparently for the first time, with a full understanding of its significance, the lamp in Count Victor's hands. His jaw fell; he put down the kettle again helplessly, and, in trembling tones, \u201cWhaur did ye get the lamp?\u201d said he.\n\n\u201cAh, mon vieux!\u201d cried Count Victor, enjoying his bewilderment. \u201cYou should have locked the lady's door as well as mine. 'Art a poor warder not to think of the possibilities in two cells so close to each other.\u201d\n\n\u201cCells!\u201d cried Mungo, very much disturbed. \u201cCells! quo' he,\u201d looking chapfallen up the stairway, as if for something there behind his escaped prisoner.\n\n\u201cAnd now you will give me the opportunity of paying my respects to your no doubt adorable lady.\u201d\n\n\u201cEh!\u201d cried Mungo, incredulous. A glow came to his face. He showed the ghost of a mischievous smile. \u201cIs't that way the lan' lies? Man, ye're a dour birkie"}, {"quote": "\u201cCells! quo' he,", "context": "As he said these words he saw, apparently for the first time, with a full understanding of its significance, the lamp in Count Victor's hands. His jaw fell; he put down the kettle again helplessly, and, in trembling tones, \u201cWhaur did ye get the lamp?\u201d said he.\n\n\u201cAh, mon vieux!\u201d cried Count Victor, enjoying his bewilderment. \u201cYou should have locked the lady's door as well as mine. 'Art a poor warder not to think of the possibilities in two cells so close to each other.\u201d\n\n\u201cCells!\u201d cried Mungo, very much disturbed. \u201cCells! quo' he,\u201d looking chapfallen up the stairway, as if for something there behind his escaped prisoner.\n\n\u201cAnd now you will give me the opportunity of paying my respects to your no doubt adorable lady.\u201d\n\n\u201cEh!\u201d cried Mungo, incredulous. A glow came to his face. He showed the ghost of a mischievous smile. \u201cIs't that way the lan' lies? Man, ye're a dour birkie!\u201d said he; \u201cbut a wilf u' man maun hae his way, and, if naething less'll dae ye, jist gang up to yer ain chaumer, and ye'll find her giein' the Macfarlanes het punch wi' nae sugar till't.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd now you will give me the opportunity of paying my respects to your no doubt adorable lady.\u201d", "context": "\u201cWhaur did ye get the lamp?\u201d said he.\n\n\u201cAh, mon vieux!\u201d cried Count Victor, enjoying his bewilderment. \u201cYou should have locked the lady's door as well as mine. 'Art a poor warder not to think of the possibilities in two cells so close to each other.\u201d\n\n\u201cCells!\u201d cried Mungo, very much disturbed. \u201cCells! quo' he,\u201d looking chapfallen up the stairway, as if for something there behind his escaped prisoner.\n\n\u201cAnd now you will give me the opportunity of paying my respects to your no doubt adorable lady.\u201d\n\n\u201cEh!\u201d cried Mungo, incredulous. A glow came to his face. He showed the ghost of a mischievous smile. \u201cIs't that way the lan' lies? Man, ye're a dour birkie!\u201d said he; \u201cbut a wilf u' man maun hae his way, and, if naething less'll dae ye, jist gang up to yer ain chaumer, and ye'll find her giein' the Macfarlanes het punch wi' nae sugar till't.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIs't that way the lan' lies? Man, ye're a dour birkie!", "context": "\u201cYou should have locked the lady's door as well as mine. 'Art a poor warder not to think of the possibilities in two cells so close to each other.\u201d\n\n\u201cCells!\u201d cried Mungo, very much disturbed. \u201cCells! quo' he,\u201d looking chapfallen up the stairway, as if for something there behind his escaped prisoner.\n\n\u201cAnd now you will give me the opportunity of paying my respects to your no doubt adorable lady.\u201d\n\n\u201cEh!\u201d cried Mungo, incredulous. A glow came to his face. He showed the ghost of a mischievous smile. \u201cIs't that way the lan' lies? Man, ye're a dour birkie!\u201d said he; \u201cbut a wilf u' man maun hae his way, and, if naething less'll dae ye, jist gang up to yer ain chaumer, and ye'll find her giein' the Macfarlanes het punch wi' nae sugar till't.\u201d\n\nThe statement was largely an enigma to Count Victor, but he understood enough to send him up the stairs with an alacrity that drove Mungo, in his rear, into silent laughter. Yet the nearer he came to his door the slower grew his ascent. At first he had thought but of the charming lady, the vocalist, and the recluse. The Baron's share in the dangerous mystery of Doom made him less scrupulous than he might otherwise have been as to the punctilio of a domestic's introduction to one apparently kept out of his way for reasons best known to his host; and he advanced to the encounter in the mood of the adventurer, Mungo in his rear beholding it in his jaunty step, in the fingers that pulled and peaked the moustachio, and drew forth a somewhat pleasing curl that looked well across a temple. But a more sober mood overcame him before he had got to the top of the stair. The shouts of the besieging party outside had declined and finally died away; the immediate excitement of the adventure, which with Mungo and the unknown lady he was prepared to share, was gone. He began to realise that there was something ludicrous in the incident that had kept him from making her acquaintance half an hour ago, and reflected that she might well have some doubt of his courage and his chivalry. Even more perturbing was the sudden recollection of the amused laughter that had greeted his barefooted approach to Doom through two or three inches of water, and at the open door he hung back dubious."}, {"quote": "\u201cbut a wilf u' man maun hae his way, and, if naething less'll dae ye, jist gang up to yer ain chaumer, and ye'll find her giein' the Macfarlanes het punch wi' nae sugar till't.\u201d", "context": "\u201cCells!\u201d cried Mungo, very much disturbed. \u201cCells! quo' he,\u201d looking chapfallen up the stairway, as if for something there behind his escaped prisoner.\n\n\u201cAnd now you will give me the opportunity of paying my respects to your no doubt adorable lady.\u201d\n\n\u201cEh!\u201d cried Mungo, incredulous. A glow came to his face. He showed the ghost of a mischievous smile. \u201cIs't that way the lan' lies? Man, ye're a dour birkie!\u201d said he; \u201cbut a wilf u' man maun hae his way, and, if naething less'll dae ye, jist gang up to yer ain chaumer, and ye'll find her giein' the Macfarlanes het punch wi' nae sugar till't.\u201d\n\nThe statement was largely an enigma to Count Victor, but he understood enough to send him up the stairs with an alacrity that drove Mungo, in his rear, into silent laughter. Yet the nearer he came to his door the slower grew his ascent. At first he had thought but of the charming lady, the vocalist, and the recluse. The Baron's share in the dangerous mystery of Doom made him less scrupulous than he might otherwise have been as to the punctilio of a domestic's introduction to one apparently kept out of his way for reasons best known to his host; and he advanced to the encounter in the mood of the adventurer, Mungo in his rear beholding it in his jaunty step, in the fingers that pulled and peaked the moustachio, and drew forth a somewhat pleasing curl that looked well across a temple. But a more sober mood overcame him before he had got to the top of the stair. The shouts of the besieging party outside had declined and finally died away; the immediate excitement of the adventure, which with Mungo and the unknown lady he was prepared to share, was gone. He began to realise that there was something ludicrous in the incident that had kept him from making her acquaintance half an hour ago, and reflected that she might well have some doubt of his courage and his chivalry. Even more perturbing was the sudden recollection of the amused laughter that had greeted his barefooted approach to Doom through two or three inches of water, and at the open door he hung back dubious."}, {"quote": "\u201cThe girl is a little hussy.", "context": "Having admired your talent, often so sublime, permit me to do homage to your delicacy and your integrity, which force me to remain always,\n\nYour humble servant, O. d\u2019Este M.\n\nWhen Ernest de La Briere had held this letter in his hands for some little time he went to walk along the boulevards, tossed in mind like a tiny vessel by a tempest when the wind is blowing from all points of the compass. Most young men, specially true Parisians, would have settled the matter in a single phrase, \u201cThe girl is a little hussy.\u201d But for a youth whose soul was noble and true, this attempt to put him, as it were, upon his oath, this appeal to truth, had the power to awaken the three judges hidden in the conscience of every man. Honor, Truth, and Justice, getting on their feet, cried out in their several ways energetically.\n\n\u201cAh, my dear Ernest,\u201d said Truth, \u201cyou never would have read that lesson to a rich heiress. No, my boy; you would have gone in hot haste to Havre to find out if the girl were handsome, and you would have been very unhappy indeed at her preference for genius; and if you could have tripped up your friend and supplanted him in her affections, Mademoiselle d\u2019Este would have been a divinity.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAh, my dear Ernest,", "context": "When Ernest de La Briere had held this letter in his hands for some little time he went to walk along the boulevards, tossed in mind like a tiny vessel by a tempest when the wind is blowing from all points of the compass. Most young men, specially true Parisians, would have settled the matter in a single phrase, \u201cThe girl is a little hussy.\u201d But for a youth whose soul was noble and true, this attempt to put him, as it were, upon his oath, this appeal to truth, had the power to awaken the three judges hidden in the conscience of every man. Honor, Truth, and Justice, getting on their feet, cried out in their several ways energetically.\n\n\u201cAh, my dear Ernest,\u201d said Truth, \u201cyou never would have read that lesson to a rich heiress. No, my boy; you would have gone in hot haste to Havre to find out if the girl were handsome, and you would have been very unhappy indeed at her preference for genius; and if you could have tripped up your friend and supplanted him in her affections, Mademoiselle d\u2019Este would have been a divinity.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d cried Justice, \u201care you not always bemoaning yourselves, you penniless men of wit and capacity, that rich girls marry beings whom you wouldn\u2019t take as your servants? You rail against the materialism of the century which hastens to join wealth to wealth, and never marries some fine young man with brains and no money to a rich girl. What an outcry you make about it; and yet here is a young woman who revolts against that very spirit of the age, and behold! the poet replies with a blow at her heart!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cyou never would have read that lesson to a rich heiress. No, my boy; you would have gone in hot haste to Havre to find out if the girl were handsome, and you would have been very unhappy indeed at her preference for genius; and if you could have tripped up your friend and supplanted him in her affections, Mademoiselle d\u2019Este would have been a divinity.\u201d", "context": "When Ernest de La Briere had held this letter in his hands for some little time he went to walk along the boulevards, tossed in mind like a tiny vessel by a tempest when the wind is blowing from all points of the compass. Most young men, specially true Parisians, would have settled the matter in a single phrase, \u201cThe girl is a little hussy.\u201d But for a youth whose soul was noble and true, this attempt to put him, as it were, upon his oath, this appeal to truth, had the power to awaken the three judges hidden in the conscience of every man. Honor, Truth, and Justice, getting on their feet, cried out in their several ways energetically.\n\n\u201cAh, my dear Ernest,\u201d said Truth, \u201cyou never would have read that lesson to a rich heiress. No, my boy; you would have gone in hot haste to Havre to find out if the girl were handsome, and you would have been very unhappy indeed at her preference for genius; and if you could have tripped up your friend and supplanted him in her affections, Mademoiselle d\u2019Este would have been a divinity.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d cried Justice, \u201care you not always bemoaning yourselves, you penniless men of wit and capacity, that rich girls marry beings whom you wouldn\u2019t take as your servants? You rail against the materialism of the century which hastens to join wealth to wealth, and never marries some fine young man with brains and no money to a rich girl. What an outcry you make about it; and yet here is a young woman who revolts against that very spirit of the age, and behold! the poet replies with a blow at her heart!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201care you not always bemoaning yourselves, you penniless men of wit and capacity, that rich girls marry beings whom you wouldn\u2019t take as your servants? You rail against the materialism of the century which hastens to join wealth to wealth, and never marries some fine young man with brains and no money to a rich girl. What an outcry you make about it; and yet here is a young woman who revolts against that very spirit of the age, and behold! the poet replies with a blow at her heart!\u201d", "context": "\u201cAh, my dear Ernest,\u201d said Truth, \u201cyou never would have read that lesson to a rich heiress. No, my boy; you would have gone in hot haste to Havre to find out if the girl were handsome, and you would have been very unhappy indeed at her preference for genius; and if you could have tripped up your friend and supplanted him in her affections, Mademoiselle d\u2019Este would have been a divinity.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat?\u201d cried Justice, \u201care you not always bemoaning yourselves, you penniless men of wit and capacity, that rich girls marry beings whom you wouldn\u2019t take as your servants? You rail against the materialism of the century which hastens to join wealth to wealth, and never marries some fine young man with brains and no money to a rich girl. What an outcry you make about it; and yet here is a young woman who revolts against that very spirit of the age, and behold! the poet replies with a blow at her heart!\u201d\n\n\u201cRich or poor, young or old, ugly or handsome, the girl is right; she has sense and judgment, she has tripped you over into the slough of self-interest and lets you know it,\u201d cried Honor. \u201cShe deserves an answer, a sincere and loyal and frank answer, and, above all, the honest expression of your thought. Examine yourself! sound your heart and purge it of its meannesses. What would Moliere\u2019s Alceste say?\u201d\n\nAnd La Briere, having started from the boulevard Poissoniere, walked so slowly, absorbed in these reflections, that he was more than an hour in reaching the boulevard des Capucines. Then he followed the quays, which led him to the Cour des Comptes, situated in that time close to the Saint-Chapelle. Instead of beginning on the accounts as he should have done, he remained at the mercy of his perplexities."}, {"quote": "\u201cRich or poor, young or old, ugly or handsome, the girl is right; she has sense and judgment, she has tripped you over into the slough of self-interest and lets you know it,", "context": "\u201care you not always bemoaning yourselves, you penniless men of wit and capacity, that rich girls marry beings whom you wouldn\u2019t take as your servants? You rail against the materialism of the century which hastens to join wealth to wealth, and never marries some fine young man with brains and no money to a rich girl. What an outcry you make about it; and yet here is a young woman who revolts against that very spirit of the age, and behold! the poet replies with a blow at her heart!\u201d\n\n\u201cRich or poor, young or old, ugly or handsome, the girl is right; she has sense and judgment, she has tripped you over into the slough of self-interest and lets you know it,\u201d cried Honor. \u201cShe deserves an answer, a sincere and loyal and frank answer, and, above all, the honest expression of your thought. Examine yourself! sound your heart and purge it of its meannesses. What would Moliere\u2019s Alceste say?\u201d\n\nAnd La Briere, having started from the boulevard Poissoniere, walked so slowly, absorbed in these reflections, that he was more than an hour in reaching the boulevard des Capucines. Then he followed the quays, which led him to the Cour des Comptes, situated in that time close to the Saint-Chapelle. Instead of beginning on the accounts as he should have done, he remained at the mercy of his perplexities."}, {"quote": "\u201cShe deserves an answer, a sincere and loyal and frank answer, and, above all, the honest expression of your thought. Examine yourself! sound your heart and purge it of its meannesses. What would Moliere\u2019s Alceste say?\u201d", "context": "\u201care you not always bemoaning yourselves, you penniless men of wit and capacity, that rich girls marry beings whom you wouldn\u2019t take as your servants? You rail against the materialism of the century which hastens to join wealth to wealth, and never marries some fine young man with brains and no money to a rich girl. What an outcry you make about it; and yet here is a young woman who revolts against that very spirit of the age, and behold! the poet replies with a blow at her heart!\u201d\n\n\u201cRich or poor, young or old, ugly or handsome, the girl is right; she has sense and judgment, she has tripped you over into the slough of self-interest and lets you know it,\u201d cried Honor. \u201cShe deserves an answer, a sincere and loyal and frank answer, and, above all, the honest expression of your thought. Examine yourself! sound your heart and purge it of its meannesses. What would Moliere\u2019s Alceste say?\u201d\n\nAnd La Briere, having started from the boulevard Poissoniere, walked so slowly, absorbed in these reflections, that he was more than an hour in reaching the boulevard des Capucines. Then he followed the quays, which led him to the Cour des Comptes, situated in that time close to the Saint-Chapelle. Instead of beginning on the accounts as he should have done, he remained at the mercy of his perplexities.\n\n\u201cOne thing is evident,\u201d he said to himself; \u201cshe hasn\u2019t six millions; but that\u2019s not the point -- \u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI love poetry; and I would fain expiate Leonora\u2019s cruelty to Tasso!", "context": "Mademoiselle, -- You are not a D\u2019Este. The name is a feigned one to conceal your own. Do I owe the revelations which you solicit to a person who is untruthful about herself? Question for question: Are you of an illustrious family? or a noble family? or a middle-class family? Undoubtedly ethics and morality cannot change; they are one: but obligations vary in the different states of life. Just as the sun lights up a scene diversely and produces differences which we admire, so morality conforms social duty to rank, to position. The peccadillo of a soldier is a crime in a general, and vice-versa. Observances are not alike in all cases. They are not the same for the gleaner in the field, for the girl who sews at fifteen sous a day, for the daughter of a petty shopkeeper, for the young bourgoise, for the child of a rich merchant, for the heiress of a noble family, for a daughter of the house of Este. A king must not stoop to pick up a piece of gold, but a laborer ought to retrace his steps to find ten sous; though both are equally bound to obey the laws of economy. A daughter of Este, who is worth six millions, has the right to wear a broad-brimmed hat and plume, to flourish her whip, press the flanks of her barb, and ride like an amazon decked in gold lace, with a lackey behind her, into the presence of a poet and say: \u201cI love poetry; and I would fain expiate Leonora\u2019s cruelty to Tasso!\u201d but a daughter of the people would cover herself with ridicule by imitating her. To what class do you belong? Answer sincerely, and I will answer the question you have put to me.\n\nAs I have not the honor of knowing you personally, and yet am bound to you, in a measure, by the ties of poetic communion, I am unwilling to offer any commonplace compliments. Perhaps you have already won a malicious victory by thus embarrassing a maker of books.\n\nThe young man was certainly not wanting in the sort of shrewdness which is permissible to a man of honor. By return courier he received an answer: -- "}, {"quote": "\u201cThe little mischief! how she abuses her privileges,", "context": "To Monsieur de Canalis, -- You grow more and more sensible, my dear poet. My father is a count. The chief glory of our house was a cardinal, in the days when cardinals walked the earth by the side of kings. I am the last of our family, which ends in me; but I have the necessary quarterings to make my entry into any court or chapter-house in Europe. We are quite the equals of the Canalis. You will be so kind as to excuse me from sending you our arms.\n\nEndeavor to answer me as truthfully as I have now answered you. I await your response to know if I can then sign myself as I do now,\n\nYour servant, O. d\u2019Este M.\n\n\u201cThe little mischief! how she abuses her privileges,\u201d cried La Briere; \u201cbut isn\u2019t she frank!\u201d\n\nNo young man can be four years private secretary to a cabinet minister, and live in Paris and observe the carrying on of many intrigues, with perfect impunity; in fact, the purest soul is more or less intoxicated by the heady atmosphere of the imperial city. Happy in the thought that he was not Canalis, our young secretary engaged a place in the mail-coach for Havre, after writing a letter in which he announced that the promised answer would be sent a few days later, -- excusing the delay on the ground of the importance of the confession and the pressure of his duties at the ministry."}, {"quote": "\u201cbut isn\u2019t she frank!\u201d", "context": "To Monsieur de Canalis, -- You grow more and more sensible, my dear poet. My father is a count. The chief glory of our house was a cardinal, in the days when cardinals walked the earth by the side of kings. I am the last of our family, which ends in me; but I have the necessary quarterings to make my entry into any court or chapter-house in Europe. We are quite the equals of the Canalis. You will be so kind as to excuse me from sending you our arms.\n\nEndeavor to answer me as truthfully as I have now answered you. I await your response to know if I can then sign myself as I do now,\n\nYour servant, O. d\u2019Este M.\n\n\u201cThe little mischief! how she abuses her privileges,\u201d cried La Briere; \u201cbut isn\u2019t she frank!\u201d\n\nNo young man can be four years private secretary to a cabinet minister, and live in Paris and observe the carrying on of many intrigues, with perfect impunity; in fact, the purest soul is more or less intoxicated by the heady atmosphere of the imperial city. Happy in the thought that he was not Canalis, our young secretary engaged a place in the mail-coach for Havre, after writing a letter in which he announced that the promised answer would be sent a few days later, -- excusing the delay on the ground of the importance of the confession and the pressure of his duties at the ministry."}, {"quote": "\u201cWell, Francoise?", "context": "No young man can be four years private secretary to a cabinet minister, and live in Paris and observe the carrying on of many intrigues, with perfect impunity; in fact, the purest soul is more or less intoxicated by the heady atmosphere of the imperial city. Happy in the thought that he was not Canalis, our young secretary engaged a place in the mail-coach for Havre, after writing a letter in which he announced that the promised answer would be sent a few days later, -- excusing the delay on the ground of the importance of the confession and the pressure of his duties at the ministry.\n\nHe took care to get from the director-general of the post-office a note to the postmaster at Havre, requesting secrecy and attention to his wishes. Ernest was thus enabled to see Francoise Cochet when she came for the letters, and to follow her without exciting observation. Guided by her, he reached Ingouville and saw Modeste Mignon at the window of the Chalet.\n\n\u201cWell, Francoise?\u201d he heard the young girl say, to which the maid responded, -- \n\n\u201cYes, mademoiselle, I have one.\u201d\n\nStruck by the girl\u2019s great beauty, Ernest retraced his steps and asked a man on the street the name of the owner of that magnificent estate.\n\n\u201cThat?\u201d said the man, nodding to the villa.\n\n\u201cYes, my friend.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, that belongs to Monsieur Vilquin, the richest shipping merchant in Havre, so rich he doesn\u2019t know what he is worth.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYes, mademoiselle, I have one.\u201d", "context": "He took care to get from the director-general of the post-office a note to the postmaster at Havre, requesting secrecy and attention to his wishes. Ernest was thus enabled to see Francoise Cochet when she came for the letters, and to follow her without exciting observation. Guided by her, he reached Ingouville and saw Modeste Mignon at the window of the Chalet.\n\n\u201cWell, Francoise?\u201d he heard the young girl say, to which the maid responded, -- \n\n\u201cYes, mademoiselle, I have one.\u201d\n\nStruck by the girl\u2019s great beauty, Ernest retraced his steps and asked a man on the street the name of the owner of that magnificent estate.\n\n\u201cThat?\u201d said the man, nodding to the villa.\n\n\u201cYes, my friend.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, that belongs to Monsieur Vilquin, the richest shipping merchant in Havre, so rich he doesn\u2019t know what he is worth.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is no Cardinal Vilquin that I know of in history,\u201d thought Ernest, as he walked back to Havre for the night mail to Paris. Naturally he questioned the postmaster about the Vilquin family, and learned that it possessed an enormous fortune. Monsieur Vilquin had a son and two daughters, one of whom was married to Monsieur Althor, junior. Prudence kept La Briere from seeming anxious about the Vilquins; the postmaster was already looking at him slyly."}, {"quote": "\u201cYes, my friend.\u201d", "context": "He took care to get from the director-general of the post-office a note to the postmaster at Havre, requesting secrecy and attention to his wishes. Ernest was thus enabled to see Francoise Cochet when she came for the letters, and to follow her without exciting observation. Guided by her, he reached Ingouville and saw Modeste Mignon at the window of the Chalet.\n\n\u201cWell, Francoise?\u201d he heard the young girl say, to which the maid responded, -- \n\n\u201cYes, mademoiselle, I have one.\u201d\n\nStruck by the girl\u2019s great beauty, Ernest retraced his steps and asked a man on the street the name of the owner of that magnificent estate.\n\n\u201cThat?\u201d said the man, nodding to the villa.\n\n\u201cYes, my friend.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, that belongs to Monsieur Vilquin, the richest shipping merchant in Havre, so rich he doesn\u2019t know what he is worth.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is no Cardinal Vilquin that I know of in history,\u201d thought Ernest, as he walked back to Havre for the night mail to Paris. Naturally he questioned the postmaster about the Vilquin family, and learned that it possessed an enormous fortune. Monsieur Vilquin had a son and two daughters, one of whom was married to Monsieur Althor, junior. Prudence kept La Briere from seeming anxious about the Vilquins; the postmaster was already looking at him slyly."}, {"quote": "\u201cOh, that belongs to Monsieur Vilquin, the richest shipping merchant in Havre, so rich he doesn\u2019t know what he is worth.\u201d", "context": "He took care to get from the director-general of the post-office a note to the postmaster at Havre, requesting secrecy and attention to his wishes. Ernest was thus enabled to see Francoise Cochet when she came for the letters, and to follow her without exciting observation. Guided by her, he reached Ingouville and saw Modeste Mignon at the window of the Chalet.\n\n\u201cWell, Francoise?\u201d he heard the young girl say, to which the maid responded, -- \n\n\u201cYes, mademoiselle, I have one.\u201d\n\nStruck by the girl\u2019s great beauty, Ernest retraced his steps and asked a man on the street the name of the owner of that magnificent estate.\n\n\u201cThat?\u201d said the man, nodding to the villa.\n\n\u201cYes, my friend.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, that belongs to Monsieur Vilquin, the richest shipping merchant in Havre, so rich he doesn\u2019t know what he is worth.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is no Cardinal Vilquin that I know of in history,\u201d thought Ernest, as he walked back to Havre for the night mail to Paris. Naturally he questioned the postmaster about the Vilquin family, and learned that it possessed an enormous fortune. Monsieur Vilquin had a son and two daughters, one of whom was married to Monsieur Althor, junior. Prudence kept La Briere from seeming anxious about the Vilquins; the postmaster was already looking at him slyly."}, {"quote": "\u201cThere is no Cardinal Vilquin that I know of in history,", "context": "\u201d he heard the young girl say, to which the maid responded, -- \n\n\u201cYes, mademoiselle, I have one.\u201d\n\nStruck by the girl\u2019s great beauty, Ernest retraced his steps and asked a man on the street the name of the owner of that magnificent estate.\n\n\u201cThat?\u201d said the man, nodding to the villa.\n\n\u201cYes, my friend.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, that belongs to Monsieur Vilquin, the richest shipping merchant in Havre, so rich he doesn\u2019t know what he is worth.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere is no Cardinal Vilquin that I know of in history,\u201d thought Ernest, as he walked back to Havre for the night mail to Paris. Naturally he questioned the postmaster about the Vilquin family, and learned that it possessed an enormous fortune. Monsieur Vilquin had a son and two daughters, one of whom was married to Monsieur Althor, junior. Prudence kept La Briere from seeming anxious about the Vilquins; the postmaster was already looking at him slyly.\n\n\u201cIs there there any one staying with them at the present moment"}, {"quote": "\u201cIs there there any one staying with them at the present moment,", "context": "\u201cThere is no Cardinal Vilquin that I know of in history,\u201d thought Ernest, as he walked back to Havre for the night mail to Paris. Naturally he questioned the postmaster about the Vilquin family, and learned that it possessed an enormous fortune. Monsieur Vilquin had a son and two daughters, one of whom was married to Monsieur Althor, junior. Prudence kept La Briere from seeming anxious about the Vilquins; the postmaster was already looking at him slyly.\n\n\u201cIs there there any one staying with them at the present moment,\u201d he asked, \u201cbesides the family?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe d\u2019Herouville family is there just now. They do talk of a marriage between the young duke and the remaining Mademoiselle Vilquin.\u201d\n\n\u201cHa!\u201d thought Ernest; \u201cthere was a celebrated Cardinal d\u2019Herouville under the Valois, and a terrible marshal whom they made a duke in the time of Henri IV.\u201d\n\nErnest returned to Paris having seen enough of Modeste to dream of her, and to think that, whether she were rich or whether she were poor, if she had a noble soul he would like to make her Madame de La Briere; and so thinking, he resolved to continue the correspondence."}, {"quote": "\u201cbesides the family?\u201d", "context": "\u201d thought Ernest, as he walked back to Havre for the night mail to Paris. Naturally he questioned the postmaster about the Vilquin family, and learned that it possessed an enormous fortune. Monsieur Vilquin had a son and two daughters, one of whom was married to Monsieur Althor, junior. Prudence kept La Briere from seeming anxious about the Vilquins; the postmaster was already looking at him slyly.\n\n\u201cIs there there any one staying with them at the present moment,\u201d he asked, \u201cbesides the family?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe d\u2019Herouville family is there just now. They do talk of a marriage between the young duke and the remaining Mademoiselle Vilquin.\u201d\n\n\u201cHa!\u201d thought Ernest; \u201cthere was a celebrated Cardinal d\u2019Herouville under the Valois, and a terrible marshal whom they made a duke in the time of Henri IV.\u201d\n\nErnest returned to Paris having seen enough of Modeste to dream of her, and to think that, whether she were rich or whether she were poor, if she had a noble soul he would like to make her Madame de La Briere; and so thinking, he resolved to continue the correspondence."}, {"quote": "\u201cThe d\u2019Herouville family is there just now. They do talk of a marriage between the young duke and the remaining Mademoiselle Vilquin.\u201d", "context": "\u201d thought Ernest, as he walked back to Havre for the night mail to Paris. Naturally he questioned the postmaster about the Vilquin family, and learned that it possessed an enormous fortune. Monsieur Vilquin had a son and two daughters, one of whom was married to Monsieur Althor, junior. Prudence kept La Briere from seeming anxious about the Vilquins; the postmaster was already looking at him slyly.\n\n\u201cIs there there any one staying with them at the present moment,\u201d he asked, \u201cbesides the family?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe d\u2019Herouville family is there just now. They do talk of a marriage between the young duke and the remaining Mademoiselle Vilquin.\u201d\n\n\u201cHa!\u201d thought Ernest; \u201cthere was a celebrated Cardinal d\u2019Herouville under the Valois, and a terrible marshal whom they made a duke in the time of Henri IV.\u201d\n\nErnest returned to Paris having seen enough of Modeste to dream of her, and to think that, whether she were rich or whether she were poor, if she had a noble soul he would like to make her Madame de La Briere; and so thinking, he resolved to continue the correspondence.\n\nAh! you poor women of France, try to remain hidden if you can; try to weave the least little romance about your lives in the midst of a civilization which posts in the public streets the hours when the coaches arrive and depart; which counts all letters and stamps them twice over, first with the hour when they are thrown into the boxes, and next with that of their delivery; which numbers the houses, prints the tax of every tenant on a metal register at the doors (after verifying its particulars), and will soon possess one vast register of every inch of its territory down to the smallest parcel of land, and the most insignificant features of it, -- a giant work ordained by a giant. Try, imprudent young ladies, to escape not only the eye of the police, but the incessant chatter which takes place in a country town about the veriest trifles, -- how many dishes the prefect has at his dessert, how many slices of melon are left at the door of some small householder, -- which strains its ear to catch the chink of the gold a thrifty man lays by, and spends its evenings in calculating the incomes of the village and the town and the department. It was mere chance that enabled Modeste to escape discovery through Ernest\u2019s reconnoitring expedition, -- a step which he already regretted; but what Parisian can allow himself to be the dupe of a little country girl? Incapable of being duped! that horrid maxim is the dissolvent of all noble sentiments in man."}, {"quote": "\u201cthere was a celebrated Cardinal d\u2019Herouville under the Valois, and a terrible marshal whom they made a duke in the time of Henri IV.\u201d", "context": "\u201d thought Ernest, as he walked back to Havre for the night mail to Paris. Naturally he questioned the postmaster about the Vilquin family, and learned that it possessed an enormous fortune. Monsieur Vilquin had a son and two daughters, one of whom was married to Monsieur Althor, junior. Prudence kept La Briere from seeming anxious about the Vilquins; the postmaster was already looking at him slyly.\n\n\u201cIs there there any one staying with them at the present moment,\u201d he asked, \u201cbesides the family?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe d\u2019Herouville family is there just now. They do talk of a marriage between the young duke and the remaining Mademoiselle Vilquin.\u201d\n\n\u201cHa!\u201d thought Ernest; \u201cthere was a celebrated Cardinal d\u2019Herouville under the Valois, and a terrible marshal whom they made a duke in the time of Henri IV.\u201d\n\nErnest returned to Paris having seen enough of Modeste to dream of her, and to think that, whether she were rich or whether she were poor, if she had a noble soul he would like to make her Madame de La Briere; and so thinking, he resolved to continue the correspondence.\n\nAh! you poor women of France, try to remain hidden if you can; try to weave the least little romance about your lives in the midst of a civilization which posts in the public streets the hours when the coaches arrive and depart; which counts all letters and stamps them twice over, first with the hour when they are thrown into the boxes, and next with that of their delivery; which numbers the houses, prints the tax of every tenant on a metal register at the doors (after verifying its particulars), and will soon possess one vast register of every inch of its territory down to the smallest parcel of land, and the most insignificant features of it, -- a giant work ordained by a giant. Try, imprudent young ladies, to escape not only the eye of the police, but the incessant chatter which takes place in a country town about the veriest trifles, -- how many dishes the prefect has at his dessert, how many slices of melon are left at the door of some small householder, -- which strains its ear to catch the chink of the gold a thrifty man lays by, and spends its evenings in calculating the incomes of the village and the town and the department. It was mere chance that enabled Modeste to escape discovery through Ernest\u2019s reconnoitring expedition, -- a step which he already regretted; but what Parisian can allow himself to be the dupe of a little country girl? Incapable of being duped! that horrid maxim is the dissolvent of all noble sentiments in man."}, {"quote": "\u201cClarissa Harlowe", "context": "Accept once more my thanks for the service you have rendered me, that of compelling me to sound my heart. You have corrected in me the false idea, only too common in France, that marriage should be a means of fortune. While I struggled with my conscience a sacred voice spoke to me. I swore solemnly to make my fortune myself, and not be led by motives of cupidity in choosing the companion of my life. I have also reproached myself for the blamable curiosity you have excited in me. You have not six millions. There is no concealment possible in Havre for a young lady who possesses such a fortune; you would be discovered at once by the pack of hounds of great families whom I see in Paris on the hunt after heiresses, and who have already sent one, the grand equerry, the young duke, among the Vilquins. Therefore, believe me, the sentiments I have now expressed are fixed in my mind as a rule of life, from which I have abstracted all influences of romance or of actual fact. Prove to me, therefore, that you have one of those souls which may be forgiven for its disobedience to the common law, by perceiving and comprehending the spirit of this letter as you did that of my first letter. If you are destined to a middle-class life, obey the iron law which holds society together. Lifted in mind above other women, I admire you; but if you seek to obey an impulse which you ought to repress, I pity you. The all-wise moral of that great domestic epic \u201cClarissa Harlowe\u201d is that legitimate and honorable love led the poor victim to her ruin because it was conceived, developed, and pursued beyond the boundaries of family restraint. The family, however cruel and even foolish it may be, is in the right against the Lovelaces. The family is Society. Believe me, the glory of a young girl, of a woman, must always be that of repressing her most ardent impulses within the narrow sphere of conventions. If I had a daughter able to become a Madame de Stael I should wish her dead at fifteen. Can you imagine a daughter of yours flaunting on the stage of fame, exhibiting herself to win the plaudits of a crowd, and not suffer anguish at the thought? No matter to what heights a woman can rise by the inward poetry of her soul, she must sacrifice the outer signs of superiority on the altar of her home. Her impulse, her genius, her aspirations toward Good, the whole poem of a young girl\u2019s being, should belong to the man she accepts and the children whom she brings into the world. I think I perceive in you a secret desire to widen the narrow circle of the life to which all women are condemned, and to put love and passion into marriage. Ah! it is a lovely dream! it is not impossible; it is difficult, but if realized, may it not be to the despair of souls -- forgive me the hackneyed word -- \u201cincompris\u201d?"}, {"quote": "\"I have returned to make my report, Colonel Talbot.\"", "context": "The sentinel who hailed him first doubted his claim that he was a member of the Invincibles, but he insisted so urgently, and called all its officers by name so readily that he was passed on. He dismounted, gave his horse to an orderly, and walked toward a clump of trees where he saw Colonel Talbot writing at a small table in the open. The colonel, engrossed in his work, did not look up, as the boy's footsteps made little sound on the turf. When Harry stood before him he saluted and said:\n\n\"I have returned to make my report, Colonel Talbot.\"\n\nThe colonel looked up, uttered a cry of pleasure and seized Harry by both hands.\n\n\"Thank God, you've come back, my boy!\" he said. \"I hesitated to send your father's son on such an errand, but I thought that you would succeed. You have seen the enemy's forces?\"\n\n\"I've been in Washington, itself,\" said Harry, some pride showing in his voice.\n\n\"Then we'll go at once to General Beauregard. He is in his tent now, conferring with some of his chief officers.\""}, {"quote": "\"Thank God, you've come back, my boy!", "context": "The sentinel who hailed him first doubted his claim that he was a member of the Invincibles, but he insisted so urgently, and called all its officers by name so readily that he was passed on. He dismounted, gave his horse to an orderly, and walked toward a clump of trees where he saw Colonel Talbot writing at a small table in the open. The colonel, engrossed in his work, did not look up, as the boy's footsteps made little sound on the turf. When Harry stood before him he saluted and said:\n\n\"I have returned to make my report, Colonel Talbot.\"\n\nThe colonel looked up, uttered a cry of pleasure and seized Harry by both hands.\n\n\"Thank God, you've come back, my boy!\" he said. \"I hesitated to send your father's son on such an errand, but I thought that you would succeed. You have seen the enemy's forces?\"\n\n\"I've been in Washington, itself,\" said Harry, some pride showing in his voice.\n\n\"Then we'll go at once to General Beauregard. He is in his tent now, conferring with some of his chief officers.\"\n\nA great marquee stood in the shade of a grove, only two or three hundred yards away. Its sides were open, as the heat was great, and Harry saw the commander-in-chief within, talking earnestly with men in the uniform of generals. Longstreet, Early, Hill and others were there. Harry was somewhat abashed, but he had the moral support of Colonel Talbot, and, after the first few moments of embarrassment, he told his story in a direct and incisive manner. The officers listened with attention."}, {"quote": "\"I hesitated to send your father's son on such an errand, but I thought that you would succeed. You have seen the enemy's forces?\"", "context": "The sentinel who hailed him first doubted his claim that he was a member of the Invincibles, but he insisted so urgently, and called all its officers by name so readily that he was passed on. He dismounted, gave his horse to an orderly, and walked toward a clump of trees where he saw Colonel Talbot writing at a small table in the open. The colonel, engrossed in his work, did not look up, as the boy's footsteps made little sound on the turf. When Harry stood before him he saluted and said:\n\n\"I have returned to make my report, Colonel Talbot.\"\n\nThe colonel looked up, uttered a cry of pleasure and seized Harry by both hands.\n\n\"Thank God, you've come back, my boy!\" he said. \"I hesitated to send your father's son on such an errand, but I thought that you would succeed. You have seen the enemy's forces?\"\n\n\"I've been in Washington, itself,\" said Harry, some pride showing in his voice.\n\n\"Then we'll go at once to General Beauregard. He is in his tent now, conferring with some of his chief officers.\"\n\nA great marquee stood in the shade of a grove, only two or three hundred yards away. Its sides were open, as the heat was great, and Harry saw the commander-in-chief within, talking earnestly with men in the uniform of generals. Longstreet, Early, Hill and others were there. Harry was somewhat abashed, but he had the moral support of Colonel Talbot, and, after the first few moments of embarrassment, he told his story in a direct and incisive manner. The officers listened with attention."}, {"quote": "\"I've been in Washington, itself,", "context": "The sentinel who hailed him first doubted his claim that he was a member of the Invincibles, but he insisted so urgently, and called all its officers by name so readily that he was passed on. He dismounted, gave his horse to an orderly, and walked toward a clump of trees where he saw Colonel Talbot writing at a small table in the open. The colonel, engrossed in his work, did not look up, as the boy's footsteps made little sound on the turf. When Harry stood before him he saluted and said:\n\n\"I have returned to make my report, Colonel Talbot.\"\n\nThe colonel looked up, uttered a cry of pleasure and seized Harry by both hands.\n\n\"Thank God, you've come back, my boy!\" he said. \"I hesitated to send your father's son on such an errand, but I thought that you would succeed. You have seen the enemy's forces?\"\n\n\"I've been in Washington, itself,\" said Harry, some pride showing in his voice.\n\n\"Then we'll go at once to General Beauregard. He is in his tent now, conferring with some of his chief officers.\"\n\nA great marquee stood in the shade of a grove, only two or three hundred yards away. Its sides were open, as the heat was great, and Harry saw the commander-in-chief within, talking earnestly with men in the uniform of generals. Longstreet, Early, Hill and others were there. Harry was somewhat abashed, but he had the moral support of Colonel Talbot, and, after the first few moments of embarrassment, he told his story in a direct and incisive manner. The officers listened with attention."}, {"quote": "\"Then we'll go at once to General Beauregard. He is in his tent now, conferring with some of his chief officers.\"", "context": "The sentinel who hailed him first doubted his claim that he was a member of the Invincibles, but he insisted so urgently, and called all its officers by name so readily that he was passed on. He dismounted, gave his horse to an orderly, and walked toward a clump of trees where he saw Colonel Talbot writing at a small table in the open. The colonel, engrossed in his work, did not look up, as the boy's footsteps made little sound on the turf. When Harry stood before him he saluted and said:\n\n\"I have returned to make my report, Colonel Talbot.\"\n\nThe colonel looked up, uttered a cry of pleasure and seized Harry by both hands.\n\n\"Thank God, you've come back, my boy!\" he said. \"I hesitated to send your father's son on such an errand, but I thought that you would succeed. You have seen the enemy's forces?\"\n\n\"I've been in Washington, itself,\" said Harry, some pride showing in his voice.\n\n\"Then we'll go at once to General Beauregard. He is in his tent now, conferring with some of his chief officers.\"\n\nA great marquee stood in the shade of a grove, only two or three hundred yards away. Its sides were open, as the heat was great, and Harry saw the commander-in-chief within, talking earnestly with men in the uniform of generals. Longstreet, Early, Hill and others were there. Harry was somewhat abashed, but he had the moral support of Colonel Talbot, and, after the first few moments of embarrassment, he told his story in a direct and incisive manner. The officers listened with attention."}, {"quote": "\"It confirms the other reports,", "context": "A great marquee stood in the shade of a grove, only two or three hundred yards away. Its sides were open, as the heat was great, and Harry saw the commander-in-chief within, talking earnestly with men in the uniform of generals. Longstreet, Early, Hill and others were there. Harry was somewhat abashed, but he had the moral support of Colonel Talbot, and, after the first few moments of embarrassment, he told his story in a direct and incisive manner. The officers listened with attention.\n\n\"It confirms the other reports,\" said Beauregard.\n\n\"It goes further,\" said Longstreet. \"Our young friend here is obviously a lad of intelligence and discernment and what he saw in Washington shows that the North is resolved to crush us. The battle that we are going to fight will not be the last battle by any means.\"\n\n\"Each side is too sanguine,\" said Hill.\n\n\"You have done well, Lieutenant Kenton,\" said Beauregard, \"and now you can rejoin your regiment. You are to receive a promotion of one grade.\""}, {"quote": "\"It goes further,", "context": "A great marquee stood in the shade of a grove, only two or three hundred yards away. Its sides were open, as the heat was great, and Harry saw the commander-in-chief within, talking earnestly with men in the uniform of generals. Longstreet, Early, Hill and others were there. Harry was somewhat abashed, but he had the moral support of Colonel Talbot, and, after the first few moments of embarrassment, he told his story in a direct and incisive manner. The officers listened with attention.\n\n\"It confirms the other reports,\" said Beauregard.\n\n\"It goes further,\" said Longstreet. \"Our young friend here is obviously a lad of intelligence and discernment and what he saw in Washington shows that the North is resolved to crush us. The battle that we are going to fight will not be the last battle by any means.\"\n\n\"Each side is too sanguine,\" said Hill.\n\n\"You have done well, Lieutenant Kenton,\" said Beauregard, \"and now you can rejoin your regiment. You are to receive a promotion of one grade.\"\n\nHarry was glad to leave the marquee and hurry toward the camp of the Invincibles. The first of his friends whom he saw was Happy Tom Langdon, bathing his face in a little stream that flowed into Young's Branch. He walked up and smote him joyously on the back. Langdon sprang to his feet in anger and exclaimed:"}, {"quote": "\"Our young friend here is obviously a lad of intelligence and discernment and what he saw in Washington shows that the North is resolved to crush us. The battle that we are going to fight will not be the last battle by any means.\"", "context": "A great marquee stood in the shade of a grove, only two or three hundred yards away. Its sides were open, as the heat was great, and Harry saw the commander-in-chief within, talking earnestly with men in the uniform of generals. Longstreet, Early, Hill and others were there. Harry was somewhat abashed, but he had the moral support of Colonel Talbot, and, after the first few moments of embarrassment, he told his story in a direct and incisive manner. The officers listened with attention.\n\n\"It confirms the other reports,\" said Beauregard.\n\n\"It goes further,\" said Longstreet. \"Our young friend here is obviously a lad of intelligence and discernment and what he saw in Washington shows that the North is resolved to crush us. The battle that we are going to fight will not be the last battle by any means.\"\n\n\"Each side is too sanguine,\" said Hill.\n\n\"You have done well, Lieutenant Kenton,\" said Beauregard, \"and now you can rejoin your regiment. You are to receive a promotion of one grade.\"\n\nHarry was glad to leave the marquee and hurry toward the camp of the Invincibles. The first of his friends whom he saw was Happy Tom Langdon, bathing his face in a little stream that flowed into Young's Branch. He walked up and smote him joyously on the back. Langdon sprang to his feet in anger and exclaimed:"}, {"quote": "\"Each side is too sanguine,", "context": "A great marquee stood in the shade of a grove, only two or three hundred yards away. Its sides were open, as the heat was great, and Harry saw the commander-in-chief within, talking earnestly with men in the uniform of generals. Longstreet, Early, Hill and others were there. Harry was somewhat abashed, but he had the moral support of Colonel Talbot, and, after the first few moments of embarrassment, he told his story in a direct and incisive manner. The officers listened with attention.\n\n\"It confirms the other reports,\" said Beauregard.\n\n\"It goes further,\" said Longstreet. \"Our young friend here is obviously a lad of intelligence and discernment and what he saw in Washington shows that the North is resolved to crush us. The battle that we are going to fight will not be the last battle by any means.\"\n\n\"Each side is too sanguine,\" said Hill.\n\n\"You have done well, Lieutenant Kenton,\" said Beauregard, \"and now you can rejoin your regiment. You are to receive a promotion of one grade.\"\n\nHarry was glad to leave the marquee and hurry toward the camp of the Invincibles. The first of his friends whom he saw was Happy Tom Langdon, bathing his face in a little stream that flowed into Young's Branch. He walked up and smote him joyously on the back. Langdon sprang to his feet in anger and exclaimed:"}, {"quote": "\"You have done well, Lieutenant Kenton,", "context": "A great marquee stood in the shade of a grove, only two or three hundred yards away. Its sides were open, as the heat was great, and Harry saw the commander-in-chief within, talking earnestly with men in the uniform of generals. Longstreet, Early, Hill and others were there. Harry was somewhat abashed, but he had the moral support of Colonel Talbot, and, after the first few moments of embarrassment, he told his story in a direct and incisive manner. The officers listened with attention.\n\n\"It confirms the other reports,\" said Beauregard.\n\n\"It goes further,\" said Longstreet. \"Our young friend here is obviously a lad of intelligence and discernment and what he saw in Washington shows that the North is resolved to crush us. The battle that we are going to fight will not be the last battle by any means.\"\n\n\"Each side is too sanguine,\" said Hill.\n\n\"You have done well, Lieutenant Kenton,\" said Beauregard, \"and now you can rejoin your regiment. You are to receive a promotion of one grade.\"\n\nHarry was glad to leave the marquee and hurry toward the camp of the Invincibles. The first of his friends whom he saw was Happy Tom Langdon, bathing his face in a little stream that flowed into Young's Branch. He walked up and smote him joyously on the back. Langdon sprang to his feet in anger and exclaimed:\n\n\"Hey, you fellow, what do you mean by that?\""}, {"quote": "\"and now you can rejoin your regiment. You are to receive a promotion of one grade.\"", "context": "A great marquee stood in the shade of a grove, only two or three hundred yards away. Its sides were open, as the heat was great, and Harry saw the commander-in-chief within, talking earnestly with men in the uniform of generals. Longstreet, Early, Hill and others were there. Harry was somewhat abashed, but he had the moral support of Colonel Talbot, and, after the first few moments of embarrassment, he told his story in a direct and incisive manner. The officers listened with attention.\n\n\"It confirms the other reports,\" said Beauregard.\n\n\"It goes further,\" said Longstreet. \"Our young friend here is obviously a lad of intelligence and discernment and what he saw in Washington shows that the North is resolved to crush us. The battle that we are going to fight will not be the last battle by any means.\"\n\n\"Each side is too sanguine,\" said Hill.\n\n\"You have done well, Lieutenant Kenton,\" said Beauregard, \"and now you can rejoin your regiment. You are to receive a promotion of one grade.\"\n\nHarry was glad to leave the marquee and hurry toward the camp of the Invincibles. The first of his friends whom he saw was Happy Tom Langdon, bathing his face in a little stream that flowed into Young's Branch. He walked up and smote him joyously on the back. Langdon sprang to his feet in anger and exclaimed:\n\n\"Hey, you fellow, what do you mean by that?\"\n\nHe saw before him a tall, gawky youth in ill-fitting clothes, his face a mask of dust. But this same dusty youth grinned and replied:"}, {"quote": "\"Hey, you fellow, what do you mean by that?\"", "context": "\"You have done well, Lieutenant Kenton,\" said Beauregard, \"and now you can rejoin your regiment. You are to receive a promotion of one grade.\"\n\nHarry was glad to leave the marquee and hurry toward the camp of the Invincibles. The first of his friends whom he saw was Happy Tom Langdon, bathing his face in a little stream that flowed into Young's Branch. He walked up and smote him joyously on the back. Langdon sprang to his feet in anger and exclaimed:\n\n\"Hey, you fellow, what do you mean by that?\"\n\nHe saw before him a tall, gawky youth in ill-fitting clothes, his face a mask of dust. But this same dusty youth grinned and replied:\n\n\"I hit you once, and if you don't speak to me more politely I'll hit you twice.\"\n\nLangdon stared. Then recognition came.\n\n\"Harry Kenton, by all that's wonderful!\" he exclaimed. \"And so you've come back! I was afraid you never would! What have you been doing, Harry?\"\n\n\"I've been pretty busy. I drove in the right wing of the Yankee army, put to flight a couple of brigades in their center, then I went on to Washington and had a talk with Lincoln. I told him the North would have me to reckon with if he kept on with this war, but he said he believed he'd go ahead anyhow. I even mentioned your name to him, but the menace did no good.\""}, {"quote": "\"I hit you once, and if you don't speak to me more politely I'll hit you twice.\"", "context": "Harry was glad to leave the marquee and hurry toward the camp of the Invincibles. The first of his friends whom he saw was Happy Tom Langdon, bathing his face in a little stream that flowed into Young's Branch. He walked up and smote him joyously on the back. Langdon sprang to his feet in anger and exclaimed:\n\n\"Hey, you fellow, what do you mean by that?\"\n\nHe saw before him a tall, gawky youth in ill-fitting clothes, his face a mask of dust. But this same dusty youth grinned and replied:\n\n\"I hit you once, and if you don't speak to me more politely I'll hit you twice.\"\n\nLangdon stared. Then recognition came.\n\n\"Harry Kenton, by all that's wonderful!\" he exclaimed. \"And so you've come back! I was afraid you never would! What have you been doing, Harry?\"\n\n\"I've been pretty busy. I drove in the right wing of the Yankee army, put to flight a couple of brigades in their center, then I went on to Washington and had a talk with Lincoln. I told him the North would have me to reckon with if he kept on with this war, but he said he believed he'd go ahead anyhow. I even mentioned your name to him, but the menace did no good.\""}, {"quote": "\"Harry Kenton, by all that's wonderful!", "context": "Harry was glad to leave the marquee and hurry toward the camp of the Invincibles. The first of his friends whom he saw was Happy Tom Langdon, bathing his face in a little stream that flowed into Young's Branch. He walked up and smote him joyously on the back. Langdon sprang to his feet in anger and exclaimed:\n\n\"Hey, you fellow, what do you mean by that?\"\n\nHe saw before him a tall, gawky youth in ill-fitting clothes, his face a mask of dust. But this same dusty youth grinned and replied:\n\n\"I hit you once, and if you don't speak to me more politely I'll hit you twice.\"\n\nLangdon stared. Then recognition came.\n\n\"Harry Kenton, by all that's wonderful!\" he exclaimed. \"And so you've come back! I was afraid you never would! What have you been doing, Harry?\"\n\n\"I've been pretty busy. I drove in the right wing of the Yankee army, put to flight a couple of brigades in their center, then I went on to Washington and had a talk with Lincoln. I told him the North would have me to reckon with if he kept on with this war, but he said he believed he'd go ahead anyhow. I even mentioned your name to him, but the menace did no good.\""}, {"quote": "\"And so you've come back! I was afraid you never would! What have you been doing, Harry?\"", "context": "Harry was glad to leave the marquee and hurry toward the camp of the Invincibles. The first of his friends whom he saw was Happy Tom Langdon, bathing his face in a little stream that flowed into Young's Branch. He walked up and smote him joyously on the back. Langdon sprang to his feet in anger and exclaimed:\n\n\"Hey, you fellow, what do you mean by that?\"\n\nHe saw before him a tall, gawky youth in ill-fitting clothes, his face a mask of dust. But this same dusty youth grinned and replied:\n\n\"I hit you once, and if you don't speak to me more politely I'll hit you twice.\"\n\nLangdon stared. Then recognition came.\n\n\"Harry Kenton, by all that's wonderful!\" he exclaimed. \"And so you've come back! I was afraid you never would! What have you been doing, Harry?\"\n\n\"I've been pretty busy. I drove in the right wing of the Yankee army, put to flight a couple of brigades in their center, then I went on to Washington and had a talk with Lincoln. I told him the North would have me to reckon with if he kept on with this war, but he said he believed he'd go ahead anyhow. I even mentioned your name to him, but the menace did no good.\"\n\nLangdon called to St. Clair and soon Harry was surrounded by friends who gave him the warmest of greetings and who insisted upon the tale of his adventures, a part of which he was free to tell. Then a new uniform was brought to him, and, after a long and refreshing bath in a deep pool of the stream, he put it on. He felt now as if he had been entirely made over, and, as he strolled back to camp, a tall, thin man, black of hair and pallid of face, hailed him."}, {"quote": "\"I've been pretty busy. I drove in the right wing of the Yankee army, put to flight a couple of brigades in their center, then I went on to Washington and had a talk with Lincoln. I told him the North would have me to reckon with if he kept on with this war, but he said he believed he'd go ahead anyhow. I even mentioned your name to him, but the menace did no good.\"", "context": "\"Hey, you fellow, what do you mean by that?\"\n\nHe saw before him a tall, gawky youth in ill-fitting clothes, his face a mask of dust. But this same dusty youth grinned and replied:\n\n\"I hit you once, and if you don't speak to me more politely I'll hit you twice.\"\n\nLangdon stared. Then recognition came.\n\n\"Harry Kenton, by all that's wonderful!\" he exclaimed. \"And so you've come back! I was afraid you never would! What have you been doing, Harry?\"\n\n\"I've been pretty busy. I drove in the right wing of the Yankee army, put to flight a couple of brigades in their center, then I went on to Washington and had a talk with Lincoln. I told him the North would have me to reckon with if he kept on with this war, but he said he believed he'd go ahead anyhow. I even mentioned your name to him, but the menace did no good.\"\n\nLangdon called to St. Clair and soon Harry was surrounded by friends who gave him the warmest of greetings and who insisted upon the tale of his adventures, a part of which he was free to tell. Then a new uniform was brought to him, and, after a long and refreshing bath in a deep pool of the stream, he put it on. He felt now as if he had been entirely made over, and, as he strolled back to camp, a tall, thin man, black of hair and pallid of face, hailed him."}, {"quote": "\"I'm in another regiment farther along Bull Run. I merely came over here to tell you that your father was well when I last heard from him. He is with the Western forces that are to be under Albert Sidney Johnston.\"", "context": "Langdon called to St. Clair and soon Harry was surrounded by friends who gave him the warmest of greetings and who insisted upon the tale of his adventures, a part of which he was free to tell. Then a new uniform was brought to him, and, after a long and refreshing bath in a deep pool of the stream, he put it on. He felt now as if he had been entirely made over, and, as he strolled back to camp, a tall, thin man, black of hair and pallid of face, hailed him.\n\nHarry took two glances before he recognized Arthur Travers in the Southern uniform. Then he grasped his hand eagerly and asked him when he had come.\n\n\"Only two days ago,\" replied Travers. \"I'm in another regiment farther along Bull Run. I merely came over here to tell you that your father was well when I last heard from him. He is with the Western forces that are to be under Albert Sidney Johnston.\"\n\nHarry did not care greatly for Travers, but it was pleasant to see anybody from the old home, and they talked some time. But Harry did not see him again soon, as the bonds of discipline were now tightened. Regiments were kept in ranks and the men were not permitted to wander from their places. Northern bands were continually in their front, and it was reported daily that the great army at Washington was about to move.\n\nYet the days passed, and no important event occurred. July advanced. The heat became more intense. The fields were bare, the vegetation trodden out by armies, and, when the wind rose, clouds of dust beat upon them. It was lucky for them that the country was cut by so many streams."}, {"quote": "\"It's a lot of our men crossing the ford. Raise up and you can see them walking in the water. I take it that the general is going to put a force in the bushes and trees on the other bank to sting the Northern army good and hard before it pushes home the main attack.\"", "context": "Comparative silence came after a while on his own side of the river. There was no sharp sound, only a low and almost continuous murmur made by the whispering, and restless movements which so many thousands of men could not avoid. But the sound was so steady that they heard above it the croak of frogs at the edge of the stream, and then another sound which Harry at first did not understand.\n\n\"What is it?\" he whispered to St. Clair, who lay a little higher than he.\n\n\"It's a lot of our men crossing the ford. Raise up and you can see them walking in the water. I take it that the general is going to put a force in the bushes and trees on the other bank to sting the Northern army good and hard before it pushes home the main attack.\"\n\nStanding up Harry saw men wading Bull Run in a long file, every one carrying a rifle on his shoulder. In the hot dim night they looked like lines of Indians advancing through the water to choose an ambush. They were crossing for half an hour, and then they melted away. He could not see one of the figures again, nor did any sound come from them, but he knew that the riflemen lay there in the bushes, and that many a man would fall before they waded Bull Run again."}, {"quote": "\"Do you think the attack is really coming this time?", "context": "Standing up Harry saw men wading Bull Run in a long file, every one carrying a rifle on his shoulder. In the hot dim night they looked like lines of Indians advancing through the water to choose an ambush. They were crossing for half an hour, and then they melted away. He could not see one of the figures again, nor did any sound come from them, but he knew that the riflemen lay there in the bushes, and that many a man would fall before they waded Bull Run again.\n\n\"Do you think the attack is really coming this time?\" whispered Langdon.\n\n\"I feel sure of it,\" replied Harry. \"All the scouts have said so and you may laugh at me, Tom, but I tell you that when the wind blows our way I feel the dust raised by thirty thousand men marching toward us.\"\n\n\"I'm not laughing at you, Harry. Sometimes that instinct of yours tells when things are coming long before you can see or hear 'em. But while I'm no such wonder myself I can hear those bullfrogs croaking down there at the edge of the water. Think of their cheek, calmly singing their night songs between two armies of twenty or thirty thousand men each, who are going to fight tomorrow.\""}, {"quote": "\"All the scouts have said so and you may laugh at me, Tom, but I tell you that when the wind blows our way I feel the dust raised by thirty thousand men marching toward us.\"", "context": "Standing up Harry saw men wading Bull Run in a long file, every one carrying a rifle on his shoulder. In the hot dim night they looked like lines of Indians advancing through the water to choose an ambush. They were crossing for half an hour, and then they melted away. He could not see one of the figures again, nor did any sound come from them, but he knew that the riflemen lay there in the bushes, and that many a man would fall before they waded Bull Run again.\n\n\"Do you think the attack is really coming this time?\" whispered Langdon.\n\n\"I feel sure of it,\" replied Harry. \"All the scouts have said so and you may laugh at me, Tom, but I tell you that when the wind blows our way I feel the dust raised by thirty thousand men marching toward us.\"\n\n\"I'm not laughing at you, Harry. Sometimes that instinct of yours tells when things are coming long before you can see or hear 'em. But while I'm no such wonder myself I can hear those bullfrogs croaking down there at the edge of the water. Think of their cheek, calmly singing their night songs between two armies of twenty or thirty thousand men each, who are going to fight tomorrow.\"\n\n\"But it's not their fight,\" said St. Clair, \"and maybe they are croaking for a lot of us.\""}, {"quote": "\"I'm not laughing at you, Harry. Sometimes that instinct of yours tells when things are coming long before you can see or hear 'em. But while I'm no such wonder myself I can hear those bullfrogs croaking down there at the edge of the water. Think of their cheek, calmly singing their night songs between two armies of twenty or thirty thousand men each, who are going to fight tomorrow.\"", "context": "Standing up Harry saw men wading Bull Run in a long file, every one carrying a rifle on his shoulder. In the hot dim night they looked like lines of Indians advancing through the water to choose an ambush. They were crossing for half an hour, and then they melted away. He could not see one of the figures again, nor did any sound come from them, but he knew that the riflemen lay there in the bushes, and that many a man would fall before they waded Bull Run again.\n\n\"Do you think the attack is really coming this time?\" whispered Langdon.\n\n\"I feel sure of it,\" replied Harry. \"All the scouts have said so and you may laugh at me, Tom, but I tell you that when the wind blows our way I feel the dust raised by thirty thousand men marching toward us.\"\n\n\"I'm not laughing at you, Harry. Sometimes that instinct of yours tells when things are coming long before you can see or hear 'em. But while I'm no such wonder myself I can hear those bullfrogs croaking down there at the edge of the water. Think of their cheek, calmly singing their night songs between two armies of twenty or thirty thousand men each, who are going to fight tomorrow.\"\n\n\"But it's not their fight,\" said St. Clair, \"and maybe they are croaking for a lot of us.\"\n\n\"Shut up, you bird of ill omen, you raven, you,\" said Happy Tom. \"Everything is going to happen for the best, we are going to win the victory, and we three are going to come out of the battle all right.\"\n\nSt. Clair did not answer him. His was a serious nature and he foresaw a great struggle which would waver long in doubt. Harry had lain down on his blanket and was seeking sleep again."}, {"quote": "\"But it's not their fight,", "context": "\"All the scouts have said so and you may laugh at me, Tom, but I tell you that when the wind blows our way I feel the dust raised by thirty thousand men marching toward us.\"\n\n\"I'm not laughing at you, Harry. Sometimes that instinct of yours tells when things are coming long before you can see or hear 'em. But while I'm no such wonder myself I can hear those bullfrogs croaking down there at the edge of the water. Think of their cheek, calmly singing their night songs between two armies of twenty or thirty thousand men each, who are going to fight tomorrow.\"\n\n\"But it's not their fight,\" said St. Clair, \"and maybe they are croaking for a lot of us.\"\n\n\"Shut up, you bird of ill omen, you raven, you,\" said Happy Tom. \"Everything is going to happen for the best, we are going to win the victory, and we three are going to come out of the battle all right.\"\n\nSt. Clair did not answer him. His was a serious nature and he foresaw a great struggle which would waver long in doubt. Harry had lain down on his blanket and was seeking sleep again."}, {"quote": "\"and maybe they are croaking for a lot of us.\"", "context": "\"All the scouts have said so and you may laugh at me, Tom, but I tell you that when the wind blows our way I feel the dust raised by thirty thousand men marching toward us.\"\n\n\"I'm not laughing at you, Harry. Sometimes that instinct of yours tells when things are coming long before you can see or hear 'em. But while I'm no such wonder myself I can hear those bullfrogs croaking down there at the edge of the water. Think of their cheek, calmly singing their night songs between two armies of twenty or thirty thousand men each, who are going to fight tomorrow.\"\n\n\"But it's not their fight,\" said St. Clair, \"and maybe they are croaking for a lot of us.\"\n\n\"Shut up, you bird of ill omen, you raven, you,\" said Happy Tom. \"Everything is going to happen for the best, we are going to win the victory, and we three are going to come out of the battle all right.\"\n\nSt. Clair did not answer him. His was a serious nature and he foresaw a great struggle which would waver long in doubt. Harry had lain down on his blanket and was seeking sleep again.\n\n\"Stop talking,\" he said to the other two."}, {"quote": "\"Shut up, you bird of ill omen, you raven, you,", "context": "\"I'm not laughing at you, Harry. Sometimes that instinct of yours tells when things are coming long before you can see or hear 'em. But while I'm no such wonder myself I can hear those bullfrogs croaking down there at the edge of the water. Think of their cheek, calmly singing their night songs between two armies of twenty or thirty thousand men each, who are going to fight tomorrow.\"\n\n\"But it's not their fight,\" said St. Clair, \"and maybe they are croaking for a lot of us.\"\n\n\"Shut up, you bird of ill omen, you raven, you,\" said Happy Tom. \"Everything is going to happen for the best, we are going to win the victory, and we three are going to come out of the battle all right.\"\n\nSt. Clair did not answer him. His was a serious nature and he foresaw a great struggle which would waver long in doubt. Harry had lain down on his blanket and was seeking sleep again.\n\n\"Stop talking,\" he said to the other two. \"We've got to go to sleep if it's only for the sake of our nerves. We must be fresh and steady when we go into the battle in the morning.\""}, {"quote": "\"Everything is going to happen for the best, we are going to win the victory, and we three are going to come out of the battle all right.\"", "context": "\"I'm not laughing at you, Harry. Sometimes that instinct of yours tells when things are coming long before you can see or hear 'em. But while I'm no such wonder myself I can hear those bullfrogs croaking down there at the edge of the water. Think of their cheek, calmly singing their night songs between two armies of twenty or thirty thousand men each, who are going to fight tomorrow.\"\n\n\"But it's not their fight,\" said St. Clair, \"and maybe they are croaking for a lot of us.\"\n\n\"Shut up, you bird of ill omen, you raven, you,\" said Happy Tom. \"Everything is going to happen for the best, we are going to win the victory, and we three are going to come out of the battle all right.\"\n\nSt. Clair did not answer him. His was a serious nature and he foresaw a great struggle which would waver long in doubt. Harry had lain down on his blanket and was seeking sleep again.\n\n\"Stop talking,\" he said to the other two. \"We've got to go to sleep if it's only for the sake of our nerves. We must be fresh and steady when we go into the battle in the morning.\"\n\n\"I suppose you are right,\" said Happy Tom, \"but I find this overtaking slumber a long chase. Maybe you can form a habit of sleeping well before big battles, but I haven't had the chance to do so yet.\""}, {"quote": "\"We've got to go to sleep if it's only for the sake of our nerves. We must be fresh and steady when we go into the battle in the morning.\"", "context": "\"Shut up, you bird of ill omen, you raven, you,\" said Happy Tom. \"Everything is going to happen for the best, we are going to win the victory, and we three are going to come out of the battle all right.\"\n\nSt. Clair did not answer him. His was a serious nature and he foresaw a great struggle which would waver long in doubt. Harry had lain down on his blanket and was seeking sleep again.\n\n\"Stop talking,\" he said to the other two. \"We've got to go to sleep if it's only for the sake of our nerves. We must be fresh and steady when we go into the battle in the morning.\"\n\n\"I suppose you are right,\" said Happy Tom, \"but I find this overtaking slumber a long chase. Maybe you can form a habit of sleeping well before big battles, but I haven't had the chance to do so yet.\"\n\nHarry did fall asleep after a while, but he awoke before dawn to find that there was already bustle and movement in the army about him. Fires were lighted further back, and an early but plentiful breakfast was cooked. All were up and ready when the sun rose over the Virginia fields."}, {"quote": "\"but I find this overtaking slumber a long chase. Maybe you can form a habit of sleeping well before big battles, but I haven't had the chance to do so yet.\"", "context": "\"Everything is going to happen for the best, we are going to win the victory, and we three are going to come out of the battle all right.\"\n\nSt. Clair did not answer him. His was a serious nature and he foresaw a great struggle which would waver long in doubt. Harry had lain down on his blanket and was seeking sleep again.\n\n\"Stop talking,\" he said to the other two. \"We've got to go to sleep if it's only for the sake of our nerves. We must be fresh and steady when we go into the battle in the morning.\"\n\n\"I suppose you are right,\" said Happy Tom, \"but I find this overtaking slumber a long chase. Maybe you can form a habit of sleeping well before big battles, but I haven't had the chance to do so yet.\"\n\nHarry did fall asleep after a while, but he awoke before dawn to find that there was already bustle and movement in the army about him. Fires were lighted further back, and an early but plentiful breakfast was cooked. All were up and ready when the sun rose over the Virginia fields.\n\n\"Another hot day,\" said Happy Tom. \"See, the sun is as red as fire! And look how it burns on the water there.\"\n\n\"Yes, hot it will be,\" Harry said to himself. They had eaten their breakfast and lay once more among the trees. Harry searched with his eyes the bushes and thickets on the other side for their riflemen, but most of them were still invisible in the day. Then the Southern brigades were ordered to lie down, but after they lay there some time Harry felt that the film of dust on the edge of the wind was growing stronger, and presently they saw a great cloud of it rising above hills and trees and moving toward them."}, {"quote": "\"Another hot day,", "context": "\"I suppose you are right,\" said Happy Tom, \"but I find this overtaking slumber a long chase. Maybe you can form a habit of sleeping well before big battles, but I haven't had the chance to do so yet.\"\n\nHarry did fall asleep after a while, but he awoke before dawn to find that there was already bustle and movement in the army about him. Fires were lighted further back, and an early but plentiful breakfast was cooked. All were up and ready when the sun rose over the Virginia fields.\n\n\"Another hot day,\" said Happy Tom. \"See, the sun is as red as fire! And look how it burns on the water there.\"\n\n\"Yes, hot it will be,\" Harry said to himself. They had eaten their breakfast and lay once more among the trees. Harry searched with his eyes the bushes and thickets on the other side for their riflemen, but most of them were still invisible in the day. Then the Southern brigades were ordered to lie down, but after they lay there some time Harry felt that the film of dust on the edge of the wind was growing stronger, and presently they saw a great cloud of it rising above hills and trees and moving toward them."}, {"quote": "\"See, the sun is as red as fire! And look how it burns on the water there.\"", "context": "\"but I find this overtaking slumber a long chase. Maybe you can form a habit of sleeping well before big battles, but I haven't had the chance to do so yet.\"\n\nHarry did fall asleep after a while, but he awoke before dawn to find that there was already bustle and movement in the army about him. Fires were lighted further back, and an early but plentiful breakfast was cooked. All were up and ready when the sun rose over the Virginia fields.\n\n\"Another hot day,\" said Happy Tom. \"See, the sun is as red as fire! And look how it burns on the water there.\"\n\n\"Yes, hot it will be,\" Harry said to himself. They had eaten their breakfast and lay once more among the trees. Harry searched with his eyes the bushes and thickets on the other side for their riflemen, but most of them were still invisible in the day. Then the Southern brigades were ordered to lie down, but after they lay there some time Harry felt that the film of dust on the edge of the wind was growing stronger, and presently they saw a great cloud of it rising above hills and trees and moving toward them."}, {"quote": "\"Yes, hot it will be,", "context": "\"but I find this overtaking slumber a long chase. Maybe you can form a habit of sleeping well before big battles, but I haven't had the chance to do so yet.\"\n\nHarry did fall asleep after a while, but he awoke before dawn to find that there was already bustle and movement in the army about him. Fires were lighted further back, and an early but plentiful breakfast was cooked. All were up and ready when the sun rose over the Virginia fields.\n\n\"Another hot day,\" said Happy Tom. \"See, the sun is as red as fire! And look how it burns on the water there.\"\n\n\"Yes, hot it will be,\" Harry said to himself. They had eaten their breakfast and lay once more among the trees. Harry searched with his eyes the bushes and thickets on the other side for their riflemen, but most of them were still invisible in the day. Then the Southern brigades were ordered to lie down, but after they lay there some time Harry felt that the film of dust on the edge of the wind was growing stronger, and presently they saw a great cloud of it rising above hills and trees and moving toward them."}, {"quote": "\"In less than a half hour they'll be at the ford.\"", "context": "\" Harry said to himself. They had eaten their breakfast and lay once more among the trees. Harry searched with his eyes the bushes and thickets on the other side for their riflemen, but most of them were still invisible in the day. Then the Southern brigades were ordered to lie down, but after they lay there some time Harry felt that the film of dust on the edge of the wind was growing stronger, and presently they saw a great cloud of it rising above hills and trees and moving toward them.\n\n\"They're coming,\" said St. Clair. \"In less than a half hour they'll be at the ford.\"\n\n\"But I doubt if they know what is waiting for them,\" said Harry.\n\nThe cloud of dust rapidly came nearer, and now they heard the beat of horses' feet and the clank of artillery. Harry began to breathe hard, and he and the other young officers walked up and down the lines of their company. All the Invincibles clearly saw that great plume of dust, and heard the ominous sounds that came with it. It was very near now, but suddenly the fringe of forest on the far side of the river burst into flame. The hidden riflemen had opened fire and were burning the front of the advancing army."}, {"quote": "\"But I doubt if they know what is waiting for them,", "context": "\" Harry said to himself. They had eaten their breakfast and lay once more among the trees. Harry searched with his eyes the bushes and thickets on the other side for their riflemen, but most of them were still invisible in the day. Then the Southern brigades were ordered to lie down, but after they lay there some time Harry felt that the film of dust on the edge of the wind was growing stronger, and presently they saw a great cloud of it rising above hills and trees and moving toward them.\n\n\"They're coming,\" said St. Clair. \"In less than a half hour they'll be at the ford.\"\n\n\"But I doubt if they know what is waiting for them,\" said Harry.\n\nThe cloud of dust rapidly came nearer, and now they heard the beat of horses' feet and the clank of artillery. Harry began to breathe hard, and he and the other young officers walked up and down the lines of their company. All the Invincibles clearly saw that great plume of dust, and heard the ominous sounds that came with it. It was very near now, but suddenly the fringe of forest on the far side of the river burst into flame. The hidden riflemen had opened fire and were burning the front of the advancing army."}, {"quote": "\"They'll never reach the ford!", "context": "But the Northern men came steadily on, rousing the riflemen out of the bushes, and then they appeared among the trees on the north side of Bull Run -- a New York brigade led by Tyler. The moment their faces showed there was a tremendous discharge from the Southern batteries masked in the wood. The crash was appalling, and Harry shut his eyes for a moment, in horror, as he saw the entire front rank of the Northern force go down. Then the Southern sharpshooters in hundreds, who lined the water's edge, opened with the rifle, and a storm of lead crashed into the ranks of the hapless New Yorkers.\n\n\"Up, Invincibles!\" cried Colonel Talbot, and they began to fire, and load, and fire again into the attacking force which had walked into what was almost an ambush.\n\n\"They'll never reach the ford!\" shouted Happy Tom.\n\n\"Never!\" Harry shouted back.\n\nThe Southern generals, already trained in battles, pushed their advantages. A great force of Southern sharpshooters crossed the river and took the Northern brigade in flank. The New Yorkers, unable to stand the tremendous artillery and rifle fire in their front, and the new rifle fire on their side also, broke and retreated. But another brigade came up to their relief and they advanced again, sending a heavy return fire from their rifles, while the artillery on their flank replied to that of the South."}, {"quote": "\"This is only a beginning. Wait until we have a real battle.\"", "context": "But the South had the advantage of position and numbers. Moreover, those riflemen on the flanks of the Northern troops burned them terribly and they were weary, too, with long marching in dust and heat. As the artillery and rifle fire converged upon them and became heavier and heavier they were forced to give way. They yielded ground slowly, until they were beyond range of the cannon, and then, brushing off the fierce swarm of sharpshooters on their flank, they retreated all the way back to the village, whence they had come.\n\nThe firing on the Southern side of Bull Run ceased suddenly, and the smoke began to drift away. The Invincibles, save those who had fallen to stay, stood up and shouted. They had won the greatest victory in the world, and they flung taunts in the direction of the retreating foe.\n\n\"Stop that!\" shouted Colonel Talbot, striding up and down the line. \"This is only a beginning. Wait until we have a real battle.\"\n\n\"This has happened for the best,\" said Happy Tom, \"but I'd like to know what the colonel calls a real battle. The fire was so loud I couldn't hear myself speak, and I know at least a million men were engaged. Arthur, how can you be cool enough to bathe your face in that water?\"\n\n\"It's to make it cool,\" replied St. Clair, who had stooped over Bull Run, and was laving his face. \"I feel that dust and burned gunpowder are thick all over me.\""}, {"quote": "\"This has happened for the best,", "context": "But the South had the advantage of position and numbers. Moreover, those riflemen on the flanks of the Northern troops burned them terribly and they were weary, too, with long marching in dust and heat. As the artillery and rifle fire converged upon them and became heavier and heavier they were forced to give way. They yielded ground slowly, until they were beyond range of the cannon, and then, brushing off the fierce swarm of sharpshooters on their flank, they retreated all the way back to the village, whence they had come.\n\nThe firing on the Southern side of Bull Run ceased suddenly, and the smoke began to drift away. The Invincibles, save those who had fallen to stay, stood up and shouted. They had won the greatest victory in the world, and they flung taunts in the direction of the retreating foe.\n\n\"Stop that!\" shouted Colonel Talbot, striding up and down the line. \"This is only a beginning. Wait until we have a real battle.\"\n\n\"This has happened for the best,\" said Happy Tom, \"but I'd like to know what the colonel calls a real battle. The fire was so loud I couldn't hear myself speak, and I know at least a million men were engaged. Arthur, how can you be cool enough to bathe your face in that water?\"\n\n\"It's to make it cool,\" replied St. Clair, who had stooped over Bull Run, and was laving his face. \"I feel that dust and burned gunpowder are thick all over me.\""}, {"quote": "\"but I'd like to know what the colonel calls a real battle. The fire was so loud I couldn't hear myself speak, and I know at least a million men were engaged. Arthur, how can you be cool enough to bathe your face in that water?\"", "context": "The firing on the Southern side of Bull Run ceased suddenly, and the smoke began to drift away. The Invincibles, save those who had fallen to stay, stood up and shouted. They had won the greatest victory in the world, and they flung taunts in the direction of the retreating foe.\n\n\"Stop that!\" shouted Colonel Talbot, striding up and down the line. \"This is only a beginning. Wait until we have a real battle.\"\n\n\"This has happened for the best,\" said Happy Tom, \"but I'd like to know what the colonel calls a real battle. The fire was so loud I couldn't hear myself speak, and I know at least a million men were engaged. Arthur, how can you be cool enough to bathe your face in that water?\"\n\n\"It's to make it cool,\" replied St. Clair, who had stooped over Bull Run, and was laving his face. \"I feel that dust and burned gunpowder are thick all over me.\"\n\nHe stood up, his face now clean, and began to arrange his uniform. Then he carefully dusted his coat and trousers.\n\n\"Hope you are all ready for another battle, Arthur,\" said Tom.\n\n\"Not yet,\" replied St. Clair laughing. \"That will do me for quite a while.\""}, {"quote": "\"It's to make it cool,", "context": "The firing on the Southern side of Bull Run ceased suddenly, and the smoke began to drift away. The Invincibles, save those who had fallen to stay, stood up and shouted. They had won the greatest victory in the world, and they flung taunts in the direction of the retreating foe.\n\n\"Stop that!\" shouted Colonel Talbot, striding up and down the line. \"This is only a beginning. Wait until we have a real battle.\"\n\n\"This has happened for the best,\" said Happy Tom, \"but I'd like to know what the colonel calls a real battle. The fire was so loud I couldn't hear myself speak, and I know at least a million men were engaged. Arthur, how can you be cool enough to bathe your face in that water?\"\n\n\"It's to make it cool,\" replied St. Clair, who had stooped over Bull Run, and was laving his face. \"I feel that dust and burned gunpowder are thick all over me.\"\n\nHe stood up, his face now clean, and began to arrange his uniform. Then he carefully dusted his coat and trousers.\n\n\"Hope you are all ready for another battle, Arthur,\" said Tom.\n\n\"Not yet,\" replied St. Clair laughing. \"That will do me for quite a while.\"\n\nSt. Clair had his wish. The enemy seemed to have enough for the time. The hot, breathless day passed without any further advance. Now and then they heard the Northern bugles, and the scouts reported that the foe was still gathering heavily not far away, but the Invincibles, from their camp, saw nothing."}, {"quote": "\"I feel that dust and burned gunpowder are thick all over me.\"", "context": "\"This is only a beginning. Wait until we have a real battle.\"\n\n\"This has happened for the best,\" said Happy Tom, \"but I'd like to know what the colonel calls a real battle. The fire was so loud I couldn't hear myself speak, and I know at least a million men were engaged. Arthur, how can you be cool enough to bathe your face in that water?\"\n\n\"It's to make it cool,\" replied St. Clair, who had stooped over Bull Run, and was laving his face. \"I feel that dust and burned gunpowder are thick all over me.\"\n\nHe stood up, his face now clean, and began to arrange his uniform. Then he carefully dusted his coat and trousers.\n\n\"Hope you are all ready for another battle, Arthur,\" said Tom.\n\n\"Not yet,\" replied St. Clair laughing. \"That will do me for quite a while.\"\n\nSt. Clair had his wish. The enemy seemed to have enough for the time. The hot, breathless day passed without any further advance. Now and then they heard the Northern bugles, and the scouts reported that the foe was still gathering heavily not far away, but the Invincibles, from their camp, saw nothing."}, {"quote": "\"Hope you are all ready for another battle, Arthur,", "context": "\"but I'd like to know what the colonel calls a real battle. The fire was so loud I couldn't hear myself speak, and I know at least a million men were engaged. Arthur, how can you be cool enough to bathe your face in that water?\"\n\n\"It's to make it cool,\" replied St. Clair, who had stooped over Bull Run, and was laving his face. \"I feel that dust and burned gunpowder are thick all over me.\"\n\nHe stood up, his face now clean, and began to arrange his uniform. Then he carefully dusted his coat and trousers.\n\n\"Hope you are all ready for another battle, Arthur,\" said Tom.\n\n\"Not yet,\" replied St. Clair laughing. \"That will do me for quite a while.\"\n\nSt. Clair had his wish. The enemy seemed to have enough for the time. The hot, breathless day passed without any further advance. Now and then they heard the Northern bugles, and the scouts reported that the foe was still gathering heavily not far away, but the Invincibles, from their camp, saw nothing.\n\n\"I suppose the colonel was right,\" said Happy Tom,"}, {"quote": "\"That will do me for quite a while.\"", "context": "\"but I'd like to know what the colonel calls a real battle. The fire was so loud I couldn't hear myself speak, and I know at least a million men were engaged. Arthur, how can you be cool enough to bathe your face in that water?\"\n\n\"It's to make it cool,\" replied St. Clair, who had stooped over Bull Run, and was laving his face. \"I feel that dust and burned gunpowder are thick all over me.\"\n\nHe stood up, his face now clean, and began to arrange his uniform. Then he carefully dusted his coat and trousers.\n\n\"Hope you are all ready for another battle, Arthur,\" said Tom.\n\n\"Not yet,\" replied St. Clair laughing. \"That will do me for quite a while.\"\n\nSt. Clair had his wish. The enemy seemed to have enough for the time. The hot, breathless day passed without any further advance. Now and then they heard the Northern bugles, and the scouts reported that the foe was still gathering heavily not far away, but the Invincibles, from their camp, saw nothing.\n\n\"I suppose the colonel was right,\" said Happy Tom, \"and this must have been a sort of prologue. But if the prologue was so hot what's the play going to be?\""}, {"quote": "\"I suppose the colonel was right,", "context": "\"Hope you are all ready for another battle, Arthur,\" said Tom.\n\n\"Not yet,\" replied St. Clair laughing. \"That will do me for quite a while.\"\n\nSt. Clair had his wish. The enemy seemed to have enough for the time. The hot, breathless day passed without any further advance. Now and then they heard the Northern bugles, and the scouts reported that the foe was still gathering heavily not far away, but the Invincibles, from their camp, saw nothing.\n\n\"I suppose the colonel was right,\" said Happy Tom, \"and this must have been a sort of prologue. But if the prologue was so hot what's the play going to be?\"\n\n\"Something hotter,\" said Harry.\n\n\"A vague but true answer,\" said Langdon.\n\nYet the delay was long. They lay all that day and all that night along the banks of Bull Run, and a hundred conflicting reports ran up and down their ranks. The Northern army would retreat, it would attack within a few hours; the Southern army would retreat, it would hold its present position; both sides would receive reinforcements, neither would receive any fresh troops. Every statement was immediately denied."}, {"quote": "\"and this must have been a sort of prologue. But if the prologue was so hot what's the play going to be?\"", "context": "\" said Tom.\n\n\"Not yet,\" replied St. Clair laughing. \"That will do me for quite a while.\"\n\nSt. Clair had his wish. The enemy seemed to have enough for the time. The hot, breathless day passed without any further advance. Now and then they heard the Northern bugles, and the scouts reported that the foe was still gathering heavily not far away, but the Invincibles, from their camp, saw nothing.\n\n\"I suppose the colonel was right,\" said Happy Tom, \"and this must have been a sort of prologue. But if the prologue was so hot what's the play going to be?\"\n\n\"Something hotter,\" said Harry.\n\n\"A vague but true answer,\" said Langdon.\n\nYet the delay was long. They lay all that day and all that night along the banks of Bull Run, and a hundred conflicting reports ran up and down their ranks. The Northern army would retreat, it would attack within a few hours; the Southern army would retreat, it would hold its present position; both sides would receive reinforcements, neither would receive any fresh troops. Every statement was immediately denied.\n\n\"I refuse to believe anything until it happens"}, {"quote": "\"A vague but true answer,", "context": "St. Clair had his wish. The enemy seemed to have enough for the time. The hot, breathless day passed without any further advance. Now and then they heard the Northern bugles, and the scouts reported that the foe was still gathering heavily not far away, but the Invincibles, from their camp, saw nothing.\n\n\"I suppose the colonel was right,\" said Happy Tom, \"and this must have been a sort of prologue. But if the prologue was so hot what's the play going to be?\"\n\n\"Something hotter,\" said Harry.\n\n\"A vague but true answer,\" said Langdon.\n\nYet the delay was long. They lay all that day and all that night along the banks of Bull Run, and a hundred conflicting reports ran up and down their ranks. The Northern army would retreat, it would attack within a few hours; the Southern army would retreat, it would hold its present position; both sides would receive reinforcements, neither would receive any fresh troops. Every statement was immediately denied.\n\n\"I refuse to believe anything until it happens,\" said Harry, when night came."}, {"quote": "\"I refuse to believe anything until it happens,", "context": "\"and this must have been a sort of prologue. But if the prologue was so hot what's the play going to be?\"\n\n\"Something hotter,\" said Harry.\n\n\"A vague but true answer,\" said Langdon.\n\nYet the delay was long. They lay all that day and all that night along the banks of Bull Run, and a hundred conflicting reports ran up and down their ranks. The Northern army would retreat, it would attack within a few hours; the Southern army would retreat, it would hold its present position; both sides would receive reinforcements, neither would receive any fresh troops. Every statement was immediately denied.\n\n\"I refuse to believe anything until it happens,\" said Harry, when night came. \"I'm getting hardened to this sort of thing, and as soon as my time off duty comes I'm going to sleep.\"\n\nSleep he did in the shot-torn woods, and it was the heavy sleep of exhaustion. Nerves did not trouble him, as he slept without dreams and rose to another windless, burning day. The hours dragged on again, but in the night there was a tremendous shouting. Johnston, with eight thousand men, had slipped away from Patterson in the mountains, and the infantry had come by train directly to the plateau of Manassas, where they were now leaving the cars and taking their place in the line of battle. The artillery and cavalry were coming on behind over the dirt road. The Southern generals were already showing the energy and decision for which they were so remarkable in the first years of the war. Johnston was the senior, but since Beauregard had made the battlefield, he left him in command."}, {"quote": "\"I'm getting hardened to this sort of thing, and as soon as my time off duty comes I'm going to sleep.\"", "context": "\" said Langdon.\n\nYet the delay was long. They lay all that day and all that night along the banks of Bull Run, and a hundred conflicting reports ran up and down their ranks. The Northern army would retreat, it would attack within a few hours; the Southern army would retreat, it would hold its present position; both sides would receive reinforcements, neither would receive any fresh troops. Every statement was immediately denied.\n\n\"I refuse to believe anything until it happens,\" said Harry, when night came. \"I'm getting hardened to this sort of thing, and as soon as my time off duty comes I'm going to sleep.\"\n\nSleep he did in the shot-torn woods, and it was the heavy sleep of exhaustion. Nerves did not trouble him, as he slept without dreams and rose to another windless, burning day. The hours dragged on again, but in the night there was a tremendous shouting. Johnston, with eight thousand men, had slipped away from Patterson in the mountains, and the infantry had come by train directly to the plateau of Manassas, where they were now leaving the cars and taking their place in the line of battle. The artillery and cavalry were coming on behind over the dirt road. The Southern generals were already showing the energy and decision for which they were so remarkable in the first years of the war. Johnston was the senior, but since Beauregard had made the battlefield, he left him in command."}, {"quote": "\"I think things have changed a lot in the last three days,", "context": "The Invincibles were moved off to the left along Bull Run, and were posted in front of a stone bridge, where other troops gathered, until twelve or thirteen thousand men were there. But Harry and his comrades were nearest to the bridge, and it seemed to him that the situation was almost exactly as it had been three nights before. Again they faced Bull Run and again they expected an attack in the morning. There was no change save the difference between a ford and a bridge. But the Invincibles, hardened by the three days of skirmishing and waiting, took things more easily now.\n\nThey lay in the woods near the steep banks, and the batteries commanded the entrance to the bridge. The night was once more hot and windless and they were so quiet that they could hear the murmur of the waters. Far across Bull Run they saw dim lights moving, and they knew that they were those of the Northern army.\n\n\"I think things have changed a lot in the last three days,\" said Harry. \"Then the Yankees didn't know much about us. They charged almost blindfolded into our ambush. Now we don't know much about them. We don't know by any means where the attack is coming. It is they who are keeping us guessing.\"\n\n\"But there are only two fords and two bridges across Bull Run,\" said Langdon, \"and they have got to choose one out of the lot.\"\n\n\"Which means that we've got to accumulate our forces at some one of four places, one guess out of four.\""}, {"quote": "\"Then the Yankees didn't know much about us. They charged almost blindfolded into our ambush. Now we don't know much about them. We don't know by any means where the attack is coming. It is they who are keeping us guessing.\"", "context": "The Invincibles were moved off to the left along Bull Run, and were posted in front of a stone bridge, where other troops gathered, until twelve or thirteen thousand men were there. But Harry and his comrades were nearest to the bridge, and it seemed to him that the situation was almost exactly as it had been three nights before. Again they faced Bull Run and again they expected an attack in the morning. There was no change save the difference between a ford and a bridge. But the Invincibles, hardened by the three days of skirmishing and waiting, took things more easily now.\n\nThey lay in the woods near the steep banks, and the batteries commanded the entrance to the bridge. The night was once more hot and windless and they were so quiet that they could hear the murmur of the waters. Far across Bull Run they saw dim lights moving, and they knew that they were those of the Northern army.\n\n\"I think things have changed a lot in the last three days,\" said Harry. \"Then the Yankees didn't know much about us. They charged almost blindfolded into our ambush. Now we don't know much about them. We don't know by any means where the attack is coming. It is they who are keeping us guessing.\"\n\n\"But there are only two fords and two bridges across Bull Run,\" said Langdon, \"and they have got to choose one out of the lot.\"\n\n\"Which means that we've got to accumulate our forces at some one of four places, one guess out of four.\"\n\nHarry did not speak at all in a tone of discouragement, but his intelligent mind saw that the Northern leaders had profited by their mistakes and that the Southern general did not really know where the great impact would come. The Northern scouts and skirmishers swarmed on the other side of Bull Run, and even in the darkness this cloud of wasps was so dense that Beauregard's own scouts could not get beyond them and tell what the greater mass behind was doing. Harry was summoned at midnight by Colonel Talbot. Behind a clump of trees some distance back of the bridge, Beauregard, Johnston, Evans, who was in direct command at the ford, Early, and several other important officers were in anxious consultation. Colonel Talbot told Harry that he would be wanted presently as a messenger, and he stood on one side while the others talked. It was then that he first heard Jubal Early swear with a richness, a spontaneity and an unction that raised it almost to the dignity of a rite."}, {"quote": "\"But there are only two fords and two bridges across Bull Run,", "context": "They lay in the woods near the steep banks, and the batteries commanded the entrance to the bridge. The night was once more hot and windless and they were so quiet that they could hear the murmur of the waters. Far across Bull Run they saw dim lights moving, and they knew that they were those of the Northern army.\n\n\"I think things have changed a lot in the last three days,\" said Harry. \"Then the Yankees didn't know much about us. They charged almost blindfolded into our ambush. Now we don't know much about them. We don't know by any means where the attack is coming. It is they who are keeping us guessing.\"\n\n\"But there are only two fords and two bridges across Bull Run,\" said Langdon, \"and they have got to choose one out of the lot.\"\n\n\"Which means that we've got to accumulate our forces at some one of four places, one guess out of four.\"\n\nHarry did not speak at all in a tone of discouragement, but his intelligent mind saw that the Northern leaders had profited by their mistakes and that the Southern general did not really know where the great impact would come. The Northern scouts and skirmishers swarmed on the other side of Bull Run, and even in the darkness this cloud of wasps was so dense that Beauregard's own scouts could not get beyond them and tell what the greater mass behind was doing. Harry was summoned at midnight by Colonel Talbot. Behind a clump of trees some distance back of the bridge, Beauregard, Johnston, Evans, who was in direct command at the ford, Early, and several other important officers were in anxious consultation. Colonel Talbot told Harry that he would be wanted presently as a messenger, and he stood on one side while the others talked. It was then that he first heard Jubal Early swear with a richness, a spontaneity and an unction that raised it almost to the dignity of a rite."}, {"quote": "\"and they have got to choose one out of the lot.\"", "context": "They lay in the woods near the steep banks, and the batteries commanded the entrance to the bridge. The night was once more hot and windless and they were so quiet that they could hear the murmur of the waters. Far across Bull Run they saw dim lights moving, and they knew that they were those of the Northern army.\n\n\"I think things have changed a lot in the last three days,\" said Harry. \"Then the Yankees didn't know much about us. They charged almost blindfolded into our ambush. Now we don't know much about them. We don't know by any means where the attack is coming. It is they who are keeping us guessing.\"\n\n\"But there are only two fords and two bridges across Bull Run,\" said Langdon, \"and they have got to choose one out of the lot.\"\n\n\"Which means that we've got to accumulate our forces at some one of four places, one guess out of four.\"\n\nHarry did not speak at all in a tone of discouragement, but his intelligent mind saw that the Northern leaders had profited by their mistakes and that the Southern general did not really know where the great impact would come. The Northern scouts and skirmishers swarmed on the other side of Bull Run, and even in the darkness this cloud of wasps was so dense that Beauregard's own scouts could not get beyond them and tell what the greater mass behind was doing. Harry was summoned at midnight by Colonel Talbot. Behind a clump of trees some distance back of the bridge, Beauregard, Johnston, Evans, who was in direct command at the ford, Early, and several other important officers were in anxious consultation. Colonel Talbot told Harry that he would be wanted presently as a messenger, and he stood on one side while the others talked. It was then that he first heard Jubal Early swear with a richness, a spontaneity and an unction that raised it almost to the dignity of a rite."}, {"quote": "\"Which means that we've got to accumulate our forces at some one of four places, one guess out of four.\"", "context": "\"I think things have changed a lot in the last three days,\" said Harry. \"Then the Yankees didn't know much about us. They charged almost blindfolded into our ambush. Now we don't know much about them. We don't know by any means where the attack is coming. It is they who are keeping us guessing.\"\n\n\"But there are only two fords and two bridges across Bull Run,\" said Langdon, \"and they have got to choose one out of the lot.\"\n\n\"Which means that we've got to accumulate our forces at some one of four places, one guess out of four.\"\n\nHarry did not speak at all in a tone of discouragement, but his intelligent mind saw that the Northern leaders had profited by their mistakes and that the Southern general did not really know where the great impact would come. The Northern scouts and skirmishers swarmed on the other side of Bull Run, and even in the darkness this cloud of wasps was so dense that Beauregard's own scouts could not get beyond them and tell what the greater mass behind was doing. Harry was summoned at midnight by Colonel Talbot. Behind a clump of trees some distance back of the bridge, Beauregard, Johnston, Evans, who was in direct command at the ford, Early, and several other important officers were in anxious consultation. Colonel Talbot told Harry that he would be wanted presently as a messenger, and he stood on one side while the others talked. It was then that he first heard Jubal Early swear with a richness, a spontaneity and an unction that raised it almost to the dignity of a rite."}, {"quote": "\"we're all sure that we'll have to fight on the morrow, and it looks as if the battle would come in the greatest weight here at the bridge, but the Invincibles must be prepared for anything. You lads are fit and trim, and I hope that all of you will do your duty tomorrow. Remember that we have brave foes before us, and I know most of their officers. All who are of our age have been the comrades of Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire and myself.\"", "context": "The regiment lay about a mile away, but Harry walked almost the whole distance among sleeping men. They lay on the grass by thousands, and exhausted by the movement and marching of recent days they slept heavily. In the moonlight they looked as if they were dead. It was so quiet now that some night birds in the trees uttered strange moaning cries. But far across Bull Run lights still moved and Harry had no doubt that the great battle, delayed so long, was really coming in the morning.\n\nThe North Carolina regiment rose sleepily and marched with him to the bridge, where it was incorporated into the force of Evans. Beauregard, Johnston and Early had gone to other points, and Harry knew that they were still anxious and of divided opinions. Colonel Talbot and Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire, to whom he had to report, and who moved their own regiment down near Evans, did not conceal the fact from him.\n\n\"Harry,\" said the colonel, \"we're all sure that we'll have to fight on the morrow, and it looks as if the battle would come in the greatest weight here at the bridge, but the Invincibles must be prepared for anything. You lads are fit and trim, and I hope that all of you will do your duty tomorrow. Remember that we have brave foes before us, and I know most of their officers. All who are of our age have been the comrades of Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire and myself.\"\n\n\"It is true, and it is a melancholy phase of this war,\" said Hector St. Hilaire.\n\nThey walked away together and Harry rejoined those of his own age near the banks of Bull Run. But Langdon and St. Clair were sound asleep on their blankets, and so were all the rest of the Invincibles, save those who had been posted as sentinels. But Harry did not sleep that night. It was past midnight now, but he was never more awake in his life, and he felt that he must watch until day."}, {"quote": "\"It is true, and it is a melancholy phase of this war,", "context": "\"we're all sure that we'll have to fight on the morrow, and it looks as if the battle would come in the greatest weight here at the bridge, but the Invincibles must be prepared for anything. You lads are fit and trim, and I hope that all of you will do your duty tomorrow. Remember that we have brave foes before us, and I know most of their officers. All who are of our age have been the comrades of Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire and myself.\"\n\n\"It is true, and it is a melancholy phase of this war,\" said Hector St. Hilaire.\n\nThey walked away together and Harry rejoined those of his own age near the banks of Bull Run. But Langdon and St. Clair were sound asleep on their blankets, and so were all the rest of the Invincibles, save those who had been posted as sentinels. But Harry did not sleep that night. It was past midnight now, but he was never more awake in his life, and he felt that he must watch until day.\n\nHe had no duties to do, and he sat down with his back to a tree and waited. Far in his front, three or four miles, perhaps, he thought he saw lights signaling to each other, but he had no idea what they meant, and he watched them merely with an idle curiosity. Once he thought he heard the distant call of a trumpet, but he was not sure. Woods and fields were flooded with the brightness of moon and stars, but if anything was passing on the other side of Bull Run, it was too well hidden for him to see it. His senses were soothed and he sank into a state of peace and rest. In reality it was a physical relaxation coming after so much tension and activity, and the bodily ease became mental also."}, {"quote": "\"Please, now, Professor, don't stop me. I'm all right, don't you see I am?\"", "context": "\"Hurrah!\" shouted the other boys. \"You can't down the Pony Riders.\"\n\nTad hurried to Ned's mount, and, pulling down the pack, secured the precious rope, which he adjusted about his waist carefully, the others observing him silently.\n\n\"I guess I am ready now, boys. I'll tell you what I want you to do, so pay close heed to what I am about to say.\"\n\nCHAPTER IV\n\nINTO THE CANYON\n\n\"Thaddeus, I cannot consent to this. I -- \"\n\n\"Please, now, Professor, don't stop me. I'm all right, don't you see I am?\"\n\n\"Yes, at this precise moment you are. It's the moments to come that I am thinking about.\"\n\n\"Don't you worry one little bit. Walt, will you bring me two of those staking-down ropes? I want to splice them on in case this one should prove to be a little short. Distance is deceptive, looking down, as we are here.\"\n\n\"What do you want us to do?\" asked Ned.\n\n\"Hold on to the rope, that's all.\"\n\n\"In other words, we are to be a sort of 'tug-of-war' team, eh? Is that it?\""}, {"quote": "\"Yes, at this precise moment you are. It's the moments to come that I am thinking about.\"", "context": "Tad hurried to Ned's mount, and, pulling down the pack, secured the precious rope, which he adjusted about his waist carefully, the others observing him silently.\n\n\"I guess I am ready now, boys. I'll tell you what I want you to do, so pay close heed to what I am about to say.\"\n\nCHAPTER IV\n\nINTO THE CANYON\n\n\"Thaddeus, I cannot consent to this. I -- \"\n\n\"Please, now, Professor, don't stop me. I'm all right, don't you see I am?\"\n\n\"Yes, at this precise moment you are. It's the moments to come that I am thinking about.\"\n\n\"Don't you worry one little bit. Walt, will you bring me two of those staking-down ropes? I want to splice them on in case this one should prove to be a little short. Distance is deceptive, looking down, as we are here.\"\n\n\"What do you want us to do?\" asked Ned.\n\n\"Hold on to the rope, that's all.\"\n\n\"In other words, we are to be a sort of 'tug-of-war' team, eh? Is that it?\"\n\n\"I suppose it is, Ned.\""}, {"quote": "\"Don't you worry one little bit. Walt, will you bring me two of those staking-down ropes? I want to splice them on in case this one should prove to be a little short. Distance is deceptive, looking down, as we are here.\"", "context": "\"I guess I am ready now, boys. I'll tell you what I want you to do, so pay close heed to what I am about to say.\"\n\nCHAPTER IV\n\nINTO THE CANYON\n\n\"Thaddeus, I cannot consent to this. I -- \"\n\n\"Please, now, Professor, don't stop me. I'm all right, don't you see I am?\"\n\n\"Yes, at this precise moment you are. It's the moments to come that I am thinking about.\"\n\n\"Don't you worry one little bit. Walt, will you bring me two of those staking-down ropes? I want to splice them on in case this one should prove to be a little short. Distance is deceptive, looking down, as we are here.\"\n\n\"What do you want us to do?\" asked Ned.\n\n\"Hold on to the rope, that's all.\"\n\n\"In other words, we are to be a sort of 'tug-of-war' team, eh? Is that it?\"\n\n\"I suppose it is, Ned.\"\n\n\"Then I hope we win.\"\n\n\"I sincerely hope you do, too,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"If I win, I'll lose. That sounds funny, doesn't it?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" demanded Chunky, pushing his way forward."}, {"quote": "\"What do you want us to do?", "context": "\"Thaddeus, I cannot consent to this. I -- \"\n\n\"Please, now, Professor, don't stop me. I'm all right, don't you see I am?\"\n\n\"Yes, at this precise moment you are. It's the moments to come that I am thinking about.\"\n\n\"Don't you worry one little bit. Walt, will you bring me two of those staking-down ropes? I want to splice them on in case this one should prove to be a little short. Distance is deceptive, looking down, as we are here.\"\n\n\"What do you want us to do?\" asked Ned.\n\n\"Hold on to the rope, that's all.\"\n\n\"In other words, we are to be a sort of 'tug-of-war' team, eh? Is that it?\"\n\n\"I suppose it is, Ned.\"\n\n\"Then I hope we win.\"\n\n\"I sincerely hope you do, too,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"If I win, I'll lose. That sounds funny, doesn't it?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" demanded Chunky, pushing his way forward.\n\n\"He means,\" Walter informed him,"}, {"quote": "\"Hold on to the rope, that's all.\"", "context": "\"Please, now, Professor, don't stop me. I'm all right, don't you see I am?\"\n\n\"Yes, at this precise moment you are. It's the moments to come that I am thinking about.\"\n\n\"Don't you worry one little bit. Walt, will you bring me two of those staking-down ropes? I want to splice them on in case this one should prove to be a little short. Distance is deceptive, looking down, as we are here.\"\n\n\"What do you want us to do?\" asked Ned.\n\n\"Hold on to the rope, that's all.\"\n\n\"In other words, we are to be a sort of 'tug-of-war' team, eh? Is that it?\"\n\n\"I suppose it is, Ned.\"\n\n\"Then I hope we win.\"\n\n\"I sincerely hope you do, too,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"If I win, I'll lose. That sounds funny, doesn't it?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" demanded Chunky, pushing his way forward.\n\n\"He means,\" Walter informed him, \"that if he wins it will be because he takes a tumble to the bottom of the canyon. Understand?\""}, {"quote": "\"In other words, we are to be a sort of 'tug-of-war' team, eh? Is that it?\"", "context": "\"Please, now, Professor, don't stop me. I'm all right, don't you see I am?\"\n\n\"Yes, at this precise moment you are. It's the moments to come that I am thinking about.\"\n\n\"Don't you worry one little bit. Walt, will you bring me two of those staking-down ropes? I want to splice them on in case this one should prove to be a little short. Distance is deceptive, looking down, as we are here.\"\n\n\"What do you want us to do?\" asked Ned.\n\n\"Hold on to the rope, that's all.\"\n\n\"In other words, we are to be a sort of 'tug-of-war' team, eh? Is that it?\"\n\n\"I suppose it is, Ned.\"\n\n\"Then I hope we win.\"\n\n\"I sincerely hope you do, too,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"If I win, I'll lose. That sounds funny, doesn't it?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" demanded Chunky, pushing his way forward.\n\n\"He means,\" Walter informed him, \"that if he wins it will be because he takes a tumble to the bottom of the canyon. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" muttered Chunky, thrusting his hands into his trousers pockets. He stepped to the edge of the cliff, where he stood peering over curiously."}, {"quote": "\"I suppose it is, Ned.\"", "context": "\"Yes, at this precise moment you are. It's the moments to come that I am thinking about.\"\n\n\"Don't you worry one little bit. Walt, will you bring me two of those staking-down ropes? I want to splice them on in case this one should prove to be a little short. Distance is deceptive, looking down, as we are here.\"\n\n\"What do you want us to do?\" asked Ned.\n\n\"Hold on to the rope, that's all.\"\n\n\"In other words, we are to be a sort of 'tug-of-war' team, eh? Is that it?\"\n\n\"I suppose it is, Ned.\"\n\n\"Then I hope we win.\"\n\n\"I sincerely hope you do, too,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"If I win, I'll lose. That sounds funny, doesn't it?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" demanded Chunky, pushing his way forward.\n\n\"He means,\" Walter informed him, \"that if he wins it will be because he takes a tumble to the bottom of the canyon. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" muttered Chunky, thrusting his hands into his trousers pockets. He stepped to the edge of the cliff, where he stood peering over curiously."}, {"quote": "\"Then I hope we win.\"", "context": "\"Don't you worry one little bit. Walt, will you bring me two of those staking-down ropes? I want to splice them on in case this one should prove to be a little short. Distance is deceptive, looking down, as we are here.\"\n\n\"What do you want us to do?\" asked Ned.\n\n\"Hold on to the rope, that's all.\"\n\n\"In other words, we are to be a sort of 'tug-of-war' team, eh? Is that it?\"\n\n\"I suppose it is, Ned.\"\n\n\"Then I hope we win.\"\n\n\"I sincerely hope you do, too,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"If I win, I'll lose. That sounds funny, doesn't it?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" demanded Chunky, pushing his way forward.\n\n\"He means,\" Walter informed him, \"that if he wins it will be because he takes a tumble to the bottom of the canyon. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" muttered Chunky, thrusting his hands into his trousers pockets. He stepped to the edge of the cliff, where he stood peering over curiously."}, {"quote": "\"I sincerely hope you do, too,", "context": "\"Don't you worry one little bit. Walt, will you bring me two of those staking-down ropes? I want to splice them on in case this one should prove to be a little short. Distance is deceptive, looking down, as we are here.\"\n\n\"What do you want us to do?\" asked Ned.\n\n\"Hold on to the rope, that's all.\"\n\n\"In other words, we are to be a sort of 'tug-of-war' team, eh? Is that it?\"\n\n\"I suppose it is, Ned.\"\n\n\"Then I hope we win.\"\n\n\"I sincerely hope you do, too,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"If I win, I'll lose. That sounds funny, doesn't it?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" demanded Chunky, pushing his way forward.\n\n\"He means,\" Walter informed him, \"that if he wins it will be because he takes a tumble to the bottom of the canyon. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" muttered Chunky, thrusting his hands into his trousers pockets. He stepped to the edge of the cliff, where he stood peering over curiously.\n\n\"I hope Tad doesn't win, too"}, {"quote": "\"If I win, I'll lose. That sounds funny, doesn't it?\"", "context": "\"Don't you worry one little bit. Walt, will you bring me two of those staking-down ropes? I want to splice them on in case this one should prove to be a little short. Distance is deceptive, looking down, as we are here.\"\n\n\"What do you want us to do?\" asked Ned.\n\n\"Hold on to the rope, that's all.\"\n\n\"In other words, we are to be a sort of 'tug-of-war' team, eh? Is that it?\"\n\n\"I suppose it is, Ned.\"\n\n\"Then I hope we win.\"\n\n\"I sincerely hope you do, too,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"If I win, I'll lose. That sounds funny, doesn't it?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" demanded Chunky, pushing his way forward.\n\n\"He means,\" Walter informed him, \"that if he wins it will be because he takes a tumble to the bottom of the canyon. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" muttered Chunky, thrusting his hands into his trousers pockets. He stepped to the edge of the cliff, where he stood peering over curiously.\n\n\"I hope Tad doesn't win, too,\" he decided sagely, whereat the others laughed loudly.\n\n\"Now, Professor, will you please take charge of the operations?\""}, {"quote": "\"that if he wins it will be because he takes a tumble to the bottom of the canyon. Understand?\"", "context": "\"Hold on to the rope, that's all.\"\n\n\"In other words, we are to be a sort of 'tug-of-war' team, eh? Is that it?\"\n\n\"I suppose it is, Ned.\"\n\n\"Then I hope we win.\"\n\n\"I sincerely hope you do, too,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"If I win, I'll lose. That sounds funny, doesn't it?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" demanded Chunky, pushing his way forward.\n\n\"He means,\" Walter informed him, \"that if he wins it will be because he takes a tumble to the bottom of the canyon. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" muttered Chunky, thrusting his hands into his trousers pockets. He stepped to the edge of the cliff, where he stood peering over curiously.\n\n\"I hope Tad doesn't win, too,\" he decided sagely, whereat the others laughed loudly.\n\n\"Now, Professor, will you please take charge of the operations?\"\n\n\"Certainly. But, you understand, I permit this thing under strong protest. I am doing wrong. I should use my authority to prevent it were we not already in such a serious predicament.\""}, {"quote": "\"I hope Tad doesn't win, too,", "context": "\"I sincerely hope you do, too,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"If I win, I'll lose. That sounds funny, doesn't it?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" demanded Chunky, pushing his way forward.\n\n\"He means,\" Walter informed him, \"that if he wins it will be because he takes a tumble to the bottom of the canyon. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" muttered Chunky, thrusting his hands into his trousers pockets. He stepped to the edge of the cliff, where he stood peering over curiously.\n\n\"I hope Tad doesn't win, too,\" he decided sagely, whereat the others laughed loudly.\n\n\"Now, Professor, will you please take charge of the operations?\"\n\n\"Certainly. But, you understand, I permit this thing under strong protest. I am doing wrong. I should use my authority to prevent it were we not already in such a serious predicament.\"\n\n\"Don't worry. What I want is to have you take a few turns around that small tree there with the rope, and pay it out carefully, so that I can lower myself safely. Don't give me too much rope at one time, you know.\""}, {"quote": "\"Now, Professor, will you please take charge of the operations?\"", "context": "\"If I win, I'll lose. That sounds funny, doesn't it?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" demanded Chunky, pushing his way forward.\n\n\"He means,\" Walter informed him, \"that if he wins it will be because he takes a tumble to the bottom of the canyon. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" muttered Chunky, thrusting his hands into his trousers pockets. He stepped to the edge of the cliff, where he stood peering over curiously.\n\n\"I hope Tad doesn't win, too,\" he decided sagely, whereat the others laughed loudly.\n\n\"Now, Professor, will you please take charge of the operations?\"\n\n\"Certainly. But, you understand, I permit this thing under strong protest. I am doing wrong. I should use my authority to prevent it were we not already in such a serious predicament.\"\n\n\"Don't worry. What I want is to have you take a few turns around that small tree there with the rope, and pay it out carefully, so that I can lower myself safely. Don't give me too much rope at one time, you know.\"\n\n\"No,\" chuckled Ned. \"You know what they say happens to people who have too much rope.\""}, {"quote": "\"Certainly. But, you understand, I permit this thing under strong protest. I am doing wrong. I should use my authority to prevent it were we not already in such a serious predicament.\"", "context": "\"What do you mean?\" demanded Chunky, pushing his way forward.\n\n\"He means,\" Walter informed him, \"that if he wins it will be because he takes a tumble to the bottom of the canyon. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" muttered Chunky, thrusting his hands into his trousers pockets. He stepped to the edge of the cliff, where he stood peering over curiously.\n\n\"I hope Tad doesn't win, too,\" he decided sagely, whereat the others laughed loudly.\n\n\"Now, Professor, will you please take charge of the operations?\"\n\n\"Certainly. But, you understand, I permit this thing under strong protest. I am doing wrong. I should use my authority to prevent it were we not already in such a serious predicament.\"\n\n\"Don't worry. What I want is to have you take a few turns around that small tree there with the rope, and pay it out carefully, so that I can lower myself safely. Don't give me too much rope at one time, you know.\"\n\n\"No,\" chuckled Ned. \"You know what they say happens to people who have too much rope.\"\n\n\"You mean?\"\n\n\"That they usually hang themselves.\"\n\nTad laughed softly.\n\n\"Please call that lazy Indian over here and set him to work. Little does he care what trouble we're in. See, he's asleep against a tree now.\""}, {"quote": "\"Don't worry. What I want is to have you take a few turns around that small tree there with the rope, and pay it out carefully, so that I can lower myself safely. Don't give me too much rope at one time, you know.\"", "context": "\"Oh,\" muttered Chunky, thrusting his hands into his trousers pockets. He stepped to the edge of the cliff, where he stood peering over curiously.\n\n\"I hope Tad doesn't win, too,\" he decided sagely, whereat the others laughed loudly.\n\n\"Now, Professor, will you please take charge of the operations?\"\n\n\"Certainly. But, you understand, I permit this thing under strong protest. I am doing wrong. I should use my authority to prevent it were we not already in such a serious predicament.\"\n\n\"Don't worry. What I want is to have you take a few turns around that small tree there with the rope, and pay it out carefully, so that I can lower myself safely. Don't give me too much rope at one time, you know.\"\n\n\"No,\" chuckled Ned. \"You know what they say happens to people who have too much rope.\"\n\n\"You mean?\"\n\n\"That they usually hang themselves.\"\n\nTad laughed softly.\n\n\"Please call that lazy Indian over here and set him to work. Little does he care what trouble we're in. See, he's asleep against a tree now.\"\n\n\"Yes, his head would fall off if it were not nailed fast to him,\" added Ned, striding to the Shawnee and giving him a violent shake."}, {"quote": "\"You know what they say happens to people who have too much rope.\"", "context": "\"Now, Professor, will you please take charge of the operations?\"\n\n\"Certainly. But, you understand, I permit this thing under strong protest. I am doing wrong. I should use my authority to prevent it were we not already in such a serious predicament.\"\n\n\"Don't worry. What I want is to have you take a few turns around that small tree there with the rope, and pay it out carefully, so that I can lower myself safely. Don't give me too much rope at one time, you know.\"\n\n\"No,\" chuckled Ned. \"You know what they say happens to people who have too much rope.\"\n\n\"You mean?\"\n\n\"That they usually hang themselves.\"\n\nTad laughed softly.\n\n\"Please call that lazy Indian over here and set him to work. Little does he care what trouble we're in. See, he's asleep against a tree now.\"\n\n\"Yes, his head would fall off if it were not nailed fast to him,\" added Ned, striding to the Shawnee and giving him a violent shake. \"Wake up, you sleepy head!\" shouted Ned in a voice that brought the Indian quickly to his feet."}, {"quote": "\"That they usually hang themselves.\"", "context": "\"Certainly. But, you understand, I permit this thing under strong protest. I am doing wrong. I should use my authority to prevent it were we not already in such a serious predicament.\"\n\n\"Don't worry. What I want is to have you take a few turns around that small tree there with the rope, and pay it out carefully, so that I can lower myself safely. Don't give me too much rope at one time, you know.\"\n\n\"No,\" chuckled Ned. \"You know what they say happens to people who have too much rope.\"\n\n\"You mean?\"\n\n\"That they usually hang themselves.\"\n\nTad laughed softly.\n\n\"Please call that lazy Indian over here and set him to work. Little does he care what trouble we're in. See, he's asleep against a tree now.\"\n\n\"Yes, his head would fall off if it were not nailed fast to him,\" added Ned, striding to the Shawnee and giving him a violent shake. \"Wake up, you sleepy head!\" shouted Ned in a voice that brought the Indian quickly to his feet.\n\n\"Come over here, Eagle-eye. You're wanted"}, {"quote": "\"Please call that lazy Indian over here and set him to work. Little does he care what trouble we're in. See, he's asleep against a tree now.\"", "context": "\"Certainly. But, you understand, I permit this thing under strong protest. I am doing wrong. I should use my authority to prevent it were we not already in such a serious predicament.\"\n\n\"Don't worry. What I want is to have you take a few turns around that small tree there with the rope, and pay it out carefully, so that I can lower myself safely. Don't give me too much rope at one time, you know.\"\n\n\"No,\" chuckled Ned. \"You know what they say happens to people who have too much rope.\"\n\n\"You mean?\"\n\n\"That they usually hang themselves.\"\n\nTad laughed softly.\n\n\"Please call that lazy Indian over here and set him to work. Little does he care what trouble we're in. See, he's asleep against a tree now.\"\n\n\"Yes, his head would fall off if it were not nailed fast to him,\" added Ned, striding to the Shawnee and giving him a violent shake. \"Wake up, you sleepy head!\" shouted Ned in a voice that brought the Indian quickly to his feet.\n\n\"Come over here, Eagle-eye. You're wanted,\" called Walter.\n\n\"Put the Indian on the end of the rope; and, Professor, you please take a hold nearest to the tree. You'll be my salvation. The rest of you, except Chunky, can stand between the Professor and Eagle-eye.\""}, {"quote": "\"Yes, his head would fall off if it were not nailed fast to him,", "context": "\"Don't worry. What I want is to have you take a few turns around that small tree there with the rope, and pay it out carefully, so that I can lower myself safely. Don't give me too much rope at one time, you know.\"\n\n\"No,\" chuckled Ned. \"You know what they say happens to people who have too much rope.\"\n\n\"You mean?\"\n\n\"That they usually hang themselves.\"\n\nTad laughed softly.\n\n\"Please call that lazy Indian over here and set him to work. Little does he care what trouble we're in. See, he's asleep against a tree now.\"\n\n\"Yes, his head would fall off if it were not nailed fast to him,\" added Ned, striding to the Shawnee and giving him a violent shake. \"Wake up, you sleepy head!\" shouted Ned in a voice that brought the Indian quickly to his feet.\n\n\"Come over here, Eagle-eye. You're wanted,\" called Walter.\n\n\"Put the Indian on the end of the rope; and, Professor, you please take a hold nearest to the tree. You'll be my salvation. The rest of you, except Chunky, can stand between the Professor and Eagle-eye.\""}, {"quote": "\"Wake up, you sleepy head!", "context": "\"No,\" chuckled Ned. \"You know what they say happens to people who have too much rope.\"\n\n\"You mean?\"\n\n\"That they usually hang themselves.\"\n\nTad laughed softly.\n\n\"Please call that lazy Indian over here and set him to work. Little does he care what trouble we're in. See, he's asleep against a tree now.\"\n\n\"Yes, his head would fall off if it were not nailed fast to him,\" added Ned, striding to the Shawnee and giving him a violent shake. \"Wake up, you sleepy head!\" shouted Ned in a voice that brought the Indian quickly to his feet.\n\n\"Come over here, Eagle-eye. You're wanted,\" called Walter.\n\n\"Put the Indian on the end of the rope; and, Professor, you please take a hold nearest to the tree. You'll be my salvation. The rest of you, except Chunky, can stand between the Professor and Eagle-eye.\"\n\nThey took their places as directed, while Tad straightened out the rope until it extended to the edge of the cliff."}, {"quote": "\"Come over here, Eagle-eye. You're wanted,", "context": "\"That they usually hang themselves.\"\n\nTad laughed softly.\n\n\"Please call that lazy Indian over here and set him to work. Little does he care what trouble we're in. See, he's asleep against a tree now.\"\n\n\"Yes, his head would fall off if it were not nailed fast to him,\" added Ned, striding to the Shawnee and giving him a violent shake. \"Wake up, you sleepy head!\" shouted Ned in a voice that brought the Indian quickly to his feet.\n\n\"Come over here, Eagle-eye. You're wanted,\" called Walter.\n\n\"Put the Indian on the end of the rope; and, Professor, you please take a hold nearest to the tree. You'll be my salvation. The rest of you, except Chunky, can stand between the Professor and Eagle-eye.\"\n\nThey took their places as directed, while Tad straightened out the rope until it extended to the edge of the cliff.\n\n\"What do you want me to do? Have I got to stand here and look on?\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"No, Chunky. You may run the signal tower"}, {"quote": "\"Put the Indian on the end of the rope; and, Professor, you please take a hold nearest to the tree. You'll be my salvation. The rest of you, except Chunky, can stand between the Professor and Eagle-eye.\"", "context": "\"Please call that lazy Indian over here and set him to work. Little does he care what trouble we're in. See, he's asleep against a tree now.\"\n\n\"Yes, his head would fall off if it were not nailed fast to him,\" added Ned, striding to the Shawnee and giving him a violent shake. \"Wake up, you sleepy head!\" shouted Ned in a voice that brought the Indian quickly to his feet.\n\n\"Come over here, Eagle-eye. You're wanted,\" called Walter.\n\n\"Put the Indian on the end of the rope; and, Professor, you please take a hold nearest to the tree. You'll be my salvation. The rest of you, except Chunky, can stand between the Professor and Eagle-eye.\"\n\nThey took their places as directed, while Tad straightened out the rope until it extended to the edge of the cliff.\n\n\"What do you want me to do? Have I got to stand here and look on?\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"No, Chunky. You may run the signal tower,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"What's that? I don't see any such thing around here?\"\n\n\"You are it.\"\n\n\"What? I'm what?\" answered the fat boy, plainly puzzled.\n\n\"You are the signal tower in this case. That is, you will stand here and watch me. When I give a signal you will receive and pass it on to the others.\""}, {"quote": "\"What do you want me to do? Have I got to stand here and look on?", "context": "\" shouted Ned in a voice that brought the Indian quickly to his feet.\n\n\"Come over here, Eagle-eye. You're wanted,\" called Walter.\n\n\"Put the Indian on the end of the rope; and, Professor, you please take a hold nearest to the tree. You'll be my salvation. The rest of you, except Chunky, can stand between the Professor and Eagle-eye.\"\n\nThey took their places as directed, while Tad straightened out the rope until it extended to the edge of the cliff.\n\n\"What do you want me to do? Have I got to stand here and look on?\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"No, Chunky. You may run the signal tower,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"What's that? I don't see any such thing around here?\"\n\n\"You are it.\"\n\n\"What? I'm what?\" answered the fat boy, plainly puzzled.\n\n\"You are the signal tower in this case. That is, you will stand here and watch me. When I give a signal you will receive and pass it on to the others.\"\n\n\"What kind of signals?\"\n\n\"That's what I'm trying to tell you, if you will give me the chance. When I hold up my hand, it means that they are to stop letting out rope. When I move it up and down, it means they are to let out on the rope a little. Understand?\""}, {"quote": "\"No, Chunky. You may run the signal tower,", "context": "\"Come over here, Eagle-eye. You're wanted,\" called Walter.\n\n\"Put the Indian on the end of the rope; and, Professor, you please take a hold nearest to the tree. You'll be my salvation. The rest of you, except Chunky, can stand between the Professor and Eagle-eye.\"\n\nThey took their places as directed, while Tad straightened out the rope until it extended to the edge of the cliff.\n\n\"What do you want me to do? Have I got to stand here and look on?\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"No, Chunky. You may run the signal tower,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"What's that? I don't see any such thing around here?\"\n\n\"You are it.\"\n\n\"What? I'm what?\" answered the fat boy, plainly puzzled.\n\n\"You are the signal tower in this case. That is, you will stand here and watch me. When I give a signal you will receive and pass it on to the others.\"\n\n\"What kind of signals?\"\n\n\"That's what I'm trying to tell you, if you will give me the chance. When I hold up my hand, it means that they are to stop letting out rope. When I move it up and down, it means they are to let out on the rope a little. Understand?\""}, {"quote": "\"What's that? I don't see any such thing around here?\"", "context": "\"Put the Indian on the end of the rope; and, Professor, you please take a hold nearest to the tree. You'll be my salvation. The rest of you, except Chunky, can stand between the Professor and Eagle-eye.\"\n\nThey took their places as directed, while Tad straightened out the rope until it extended to the edge of the cliff.\n\n\"What do you want me to do? Have I got to stand here and look on?\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"No, Chunky. You may run the signal tower,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"What's that? I don't see any such thing around here?\"\n\n\"You are it.\"\n\n\"What? I'm what?\" answered the fat boy, plainly puzzled.\n\n\"You are the signal tower in this case. That is, you will stand here and watch me. When I give a signal you will receive and pass it on to the others.\"\n\n\"What kind of signals?\"\n\n\"That's what I'm trying to tell you, if you will give me the chance. When I hold up my hand, it means that they are to stop letting out rope. When I move it up and down, it means they are to let out on the rope a little. Understand?\""}, {"quote": "\"What? I'm what?", "context": "\"Put the Indian on the end of the rope; and, Professor, you please take a hold nearest to the tree. You'll be my salvation. The rest of you, except Chunky, can stand between the Professor and Eagle-eye.\"\n\nThey took their places as directed, while Tad straightened out the rope until it extended to the edge of the cliff.\n\n\"What do you want me to do? Have I got to stand here and look on?\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"No, Chunky. You may run the signal tower,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"What's that? I don't see any such thing around here?\"\n\n\"You are it.\"\n\n\"What? I'm what?\" answered the fat boy, plainly puzzled.\n\n\"You are the signal tower in this case. That is, you will stand here and watch me. When I give a signal you will receive and pass it on to the others.\"\n\n\"What kind of signals?\"\n\n\"That's what I'm trying to tell you, if you will give me the chance. When I hold up my hand, it means that they are to stop letting out rope. When I move it up and down, it means they are to let out on the rope a little. Understand?\""}, {"quote": "\"You are the signal tower in this case. That is, you will stand here and watch me. When I give a signal you will receive and pass it on to the others.\"", "context": "\"Put the Indian on the end of the rope; and, Professor, you please take a hold nearest to the tree. You'll be my salvation. The rest of you, except Chunky, can stand between the Professor and Eagle-eye.\"\n\nThey took their places as directed, while Tad straightened out the rope until it extended to the edge of the cliff.\n\n\"What do you want me to do? Have I got to stand here and look on?\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"No, Chunky. You may run the signal tower,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"What's that? I don't see any such thing around here?\"\n\n\"You are it.\"\n\n\"What? I'm what?\" answered the fat boy, plainly puzzled.\n\n\"You are the signal tower in this case. That is, you will stand here and watch me. When I give a signal you will receive and pass it on to the others.\"\n\n\"What kind of signals?\"\n\n\"That's what I'm trying to tell you, if you will give me the chance. When I hold up my hand, it means that they are to stop letting out rope. When I move it up and down, it means they are to let out on the rope a little. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes; that's easy. When they shake their hand, it means you want to go up or down,\" exclaimed the lad enthusiastically.\n\n\"O Chunky, you're hopeless. No, no! Nothing of the kind. Listen. When I move my hand up and down, just like this -- Understand?\""}, {"quote": "\"What kind of signals?\"", "context": "\"What do you want me to do? Have I got to stand here and look on?\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"No, Chunky. You may run the signal tower,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"What's that? I don't see any such thing around here?\"\n\n\"You are it.\"\n\n\"What? I'm what?\" answered the fat boy, plainly puzzled.\n\n\"You are the signal tower in this case. That is, you will stand here and watch me. When I give a signal you will receive and pass it on to the others.\"\n\n\"What kind of signals?\"\n\n\"That's what I'm trying to tell you, if you will give me the chance. When I hold up my hand, it means that they are to stop letting out rope. When I move it up and down, it means they are to let out on the rope a little. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes; that's easy. When they shake their hand, it means you want to go up or down,\" exclaimed the lad enthusiastically.\n\n\"O Chunky, you're hopeless. No, no! Nothing of the kind. Listen. When I move my hand up and down, just like this -- Understand?\""}, {"quote": "\"That's what I'm trying to tell you, if you will give me the chance. When I hold up my hand, it means that they are to stop letting out rope. When I move it up and down, it means they are to let out on the rope a little. Understand?\"", "context": "\"What do you want me to do? Have I got to stand here and look on?\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"No, Chunky. You may run the signal tower,\" laughed Tad.\n\n\"What's that? I don't see any such thing around here?\"\n\n\"You are it.\"\n\n\"What? I'm what?\" answered the fat boy, plainly puzzled.\n\n\"You are the signal tower in this case. That is, you will stand here and watch me. When I give a signal you will receive and pass it on to the others.\"\n\n\"What kind of signals?\"\n\n\"That's what I'm trying to tell you, if you will give me the chance. When I hold up my hand, it means that they are to stop letting out rope. When I move it up and down, it means they are to let out on the rope a little. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes; that's easy. When they shake their hand, it means you want to go up or down,\" exclaimed the lad enthusiastically.\n\n\"O Chunky, you're hopeless. No, no! Nothing of the kind. Listen. When I move my hand up and down, just like this -- Understand?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"That means I want to go down further. They don't wave their hands at all, at least I hope they don't while I am hanging in the air. Now, do you think you understand?\""}, {"quote": "\"Oh, yes; that's easy. When they shake their hand, it means you want to go up or down,", "context": "\"You are the signal tower in this case. That is, you will stand here and watch me. When I give a signal you will receive and pass it on to the others.\"\n\n\"What kind of signals?\"\n\n\"That's what I'm trying to tell you, if you will give me the chance. When I hold up my hand, it means that they are to stop letting out rope. When I move it up and down, it means they are to let out on the rope a little. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes; that's easy. When they shake their hand, it means you want to go up or down,\" exclaimed the lad enthusiastically.\n\n\"O Chunky, you're hopeless. No, no! Nothing of the kind. Listen. When I move my hand up and down, just like this -- Understand?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"That means I want to go down further. They don't wave their hands at all, at least I hope they don't while I am hanging in the air. Now, do you think you understand?\"\n\n\"Yes, I understand.\"\n\n\"Repeat the directions to me then, please.\"\n\nStacy did so."}, {"quote": "\"O Chunky, you're hopeless. No, no! Nothing of the kind. Listen. When I move my hand up and down, just like this -- Understand?\"", "context": "\"You are the signal tower in this case. That is, you will stand here and watch me. When I give a signal you will receive and pass it on to the others.\"\n\n\"What kind of signals?\"\n\n\"That's what I'm trying to tell you, if you will give me the chance. When I hold up my hand, it means that they are to stop letting out rope. When I move it up and down, it means they are to let out on the rope a little. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes; that's easy. When they shake their hand, it means you want to go up or down,\" exclaimed the lad enthusiastically.\n\n\"O Chunky, you're hopeless. No, no! Nothing of the kind. Listen. When I move my hand up and down, just like this -- Understand?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"That means I want to go down further. They don't wave their hands at all, at least I hope they don't while I am hanging in the air. Now, do you think you understand?\"\n\n\"Yes, I understand.\"\n\n\"Repeat the directions to me then, please.\"\n\nStacy did so.\n\n\"That's right. See that you don't forget. Remember, I'm depending upon you, Chunky, and if you fail me, I may be killed.\"\n\n\"Don't you worry about me, Tad"}, {"quote": "\"That means I want to go down further. They don't wave their hands at all, at least I hope they don't while I am hanging in the air. Now, do you think you understand?\"", "context": "\"That's what I'm trying to tell you, if you will give me the chance. When I hold up my hand, it means that they are to stop letting out rope. When I move it up and down, it means they are to let out on the rope a little. Understand?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes; that's easy. When they shake their hand, it means you want to go up or down,\" exclaimed the lad enthusiastically.\n\n\"O Chunky, you're hopeless. No, no! Nothing of the kind. Listen. When I move my hand up and down, just like this -- Understand?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"That means I want to go down further. They don't wave their hands at all, at least I hope they don't while I am hanging in the air. Now, do you think you understand?\"\n\n\"Yes, I understand.\"\n\n\"Repeat the directions to me then, please.\"\n\nStacy did so.\n\n\"That's right. See that you don't forget. Remember, I'm depending upon you, Chunky, and if you fail me, I may be killed.\"\n\n\"Don't you worry about me, Tad,\" answered Stacy, swelling with pride because of the responsibility that had been placed upon his plump shoulders. \"I can make motions as well as anybody. Eagle-eye, tend to business over there. Get hold of that rope. Twist it around your arm. There, that's right.\""}, {"quote": "\"Yes, I understand.\"", "context": "\"Oh, yes; that's easy. When they shake their hand, it means you want to go up or down,\" exclaimed the lad enthusiastically.\n\n\"O Chunky, you're hopeless. No, no! Nothing of the kind. Listen. When I move my hand up and down, just like this -- Understand?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"That means I want to go down further. They don't wave their hands at all, at least I hope they don't while I am hanging in the air. Now, do you think you understand?\"\n\n\"Yes, I understand.\"\n\n\"Repeat the directions to me then, please.\"\n\nStacy did so.\n\n\"That's right. See that you don't forget. Remember, I'm depending upon you, Chunky, and if you fail me, I may be killed.\"\n\n\"Don't you worry about me, Tad,\" answered Stacy, swelling with pride because of the responsibility that had been placed upon his plump shoulders. \"I can make motions as well as anybody. Eagle-eye, tend to business over there. Get hold of that rope. Twist it around your arm. There, that's right.\""}, {"quote": "\"Repeat the directions to me then, please.\"", "context": "\"Oh, yes; that's easy. When they shake their hand, it means you want to go up or down,\" exclaimed the lad enthusiastically.\n\n\"O Chunky, you're hopeless. No, no! Nothing of the kind. Listen. When I move my hand up and down, just like this -- Understand?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"That means I want to go down further. They don't wave their hands at all, at least I hope they don't while I am hanging in the air. Now, do you think you understand?\"\n\n\"Yes, I understand.\"\n\n\"Repeat the directions to me then, please.\"\n\nStacy did so.\n\n\"That's right. See that you don't forget. Remember, I'm depending upon you, Chunky, and if you fail me, I may be killed.\"\n\n\"Don't you worry about me, Tad,\" answered Stacy, swelling with pride because of the responsibility that had been placed upon his plump shoulders. \"I can make motions as well as anybody. Eagle-eye, tend to business over there. Get hold of that rope. Twist it around your arm. There, that's right.\""}, {"quote": "\"That's right. See that you don't forget. Remember, I'm depending upon you, Chunky, and if you fail me, I may be killed.\"", "context": "\" exclaimed the lad enthusiastically.\n\n\"O Chunky, you're hopeless. No, no! Nothing of the kind. Listen. When I move my hand up and down, just like this -- Understand?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"That means I want to go down further. They don't wave their hands at all, at least I hope they don't while I am hanging in the air. Now, do you think you understand?\"\n\n\"Yes, I understand.\"\n\n\"Repeat the directions to me then, please.\"\n\nStacy did so.\n\n\"That's right. See that you don't forget. Remember, I'm depending upon you, Chunky, and if you fail me, I may be killed.\"\n\n\"Don't you worry about me, Tad,\" answered Stacy, swelling with pride because of the responsibility that had been placed upon his plump shoulders. \"I can make motions as well as anybody. Eagle-eye, tend to business over there. Get hold of that rope. Twist it around your arm. There, that's right.\"\n\n\"Hear, hear!\" cried the boys.\n\nSuch self-confidence they had never observed in their companion before. And then again, they were trying to be as jolly as possible, that they might not give too much thought to the seriousness of the undertaking before them."}, {"quote": "\"Don't you worry about me, Tad,", "context": "\"O Chunky, you're hopeless. No, no! Nothing of the kind. Listen. When I move my hand up and down, just like this -- Understand?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n\"That means I want to go down further. They don't wave their hands at all, at least I hope they don't while I am hanging in the air. Now, do you think you understand?\"\n\n\"Yes, I understand.\"\n\n\"Repeat the directions to me then, please.\"\n\nStacy did so.\n\n\"That's right. See that you don't forget. Remember, I'm depending upon you, Chunky, and if you fail me, I may be killed.\"\n\n\"Don't you worry about me, Tad,\" answered Stacy, swelling with pride because of the responsibility that had been placed upon his plump shoulders. \"I can make motions as well as anybody. Eagle-eye, tend to business over there. Get hold of that rope. Twist it around your arm. There, that's right.\"\n\n\"Hear, hear!\" cried the boys.\n\nSuch self-confidence they had never observed in their companion before. And then again, they were trying to be as jolly as possible, that they might not give too much thought to the seriousness of the undertaking before them."}, {"quote": "\"I can make motions as well as anybody. Eagle-eye, tend to business over there. Get hold of that rope. Twist it around your arm. There, that's right.\"", "context": "\"That means I want to go down further. They don't wave their hands at all, at least I hope they don't while I am hanging in the air. Now, do you think you understand?\"\n\n\"Yes, I understand.\"\n\n\"Repeat the directions to me then, please.\"\n\nStacy did so.\n\n\"That's right. See that you don't forget. Remember, I'm depending upon you, Chunky, and if you fail me, I may be killed.\"\n\n\"Don't you worry about me, Tad,\" answered Stacy, swelling with pride because of the responsibility that had been placed upon his plump shoulders. \"I can make motions as well as anybody. Eagle-eye, tend to business over there. Get hold of that rope. Twist it around your arm. There, that's right.\"\n\n\"Hear, hear!\" cried the boys.\n\nSuch self-confidence they had never observed in their companion before. And then again, they were trying to be as jolly as possible, that they might not give too much thought to the seriousness of the undertaking before them.\n\n\"Chunky's coming into his own,\" muttered Ned. \"He'll be wanting to thrash some of us next. See if he doesn't.\"\n\n\"I think I am all ready now,\" announced Tad, casting a critical glance at the men holding the rope, then taking a careful survey of the depths below him."}, {"quote": "\"Chunky's coming into his own,", "context": "\" answered Stacy, swelling with pride because of the responsibility that had been placed upon his plump shoulders. \"I can make motions as well as anybody. Eagle-eye, tend to business over there. Get hold of that rope. Twist it around your arm. There, that's right.\"\n\n\"Hear, hear!\" cried the boys.\n\nSuch self-confidence they had never observed in their companion before. And then again, they were trying to be as jolly as possible, that they might not give too much thought to the seriousness of the undertaking before them.\n\n\"Chunky's coming into his own,\" muttered Ned. \"He'll be wanting to thrash some of us next. See if he doesn't.\"\n\n\"I think I am all ready now,\" announced Tad, casting a critical glance at the men holding the rope, then taking a careful survey of the depths below him.\n\nHe was standing on the very edge of the cliff, a position that would have made the average person dizzy. Yet it seemed to have no effect at all on Tad Butler.\n\nHe motioned for them to let out a little rope."}, {"quote": "\"He'll be wanting to thrash some of us next. See if he doesn't.\"", "context": "\"I can make motions as well as anybody. Eagle-eye, tend to business over there. Get hold of that rope. Twist it around your arm. There, that's right.\"\n\n\"Hear, hear!\" cried the boys.\n\nSuch self-confidence they had never observed in their companion before. And then again, they were trying to be as jolly as possible, that they might not give too much thought to the seriousness of the undertaking before them.\n\n\"Chunky's coming into his own,\" muttered Ned. \"He'll be wanting to thrash some of us next. See if he doesn't.\"\n\n\"I think I am all ready now,\" announced Tad, casting a critical glance at the men holding the rope, then taking a careful survey of the depths below him.\n\nHe was standing on the very edge of the cliff, a position that would have made the average person dizzy. Yet it seemed to have no effect at all on Tad Butler.\n\nHe motioned for them to let out a little rope.\n\n\"More rope!\" bellowed Stacy.\n\n\"All right, Captain,\" jeered Ned."}, {"quote": "\"I think I am all ready now,", "context": "\"I can make motions as well as anybody. Eagle-eye, tend to business over there. Get hold of that rope. Twist it around your arm. There, that's right.\"\n\n\"Hear, hear!\" cried the boys.\n\nSuch self-confidence they had never observed in their companion before. And then again, they were trying to be as jolly as possible, that they might not give too much thought to the seriousness of the undertaking before them.\n\n\"Chunky's coming into his own,\" muttered Ned. \"He'll be wanting to thrash some of us next. See if he doesn't.\"\n\n\"I think I am all ready now,\" announced Tad, casting a critical glance at the men holding the rope, then taking a careful survey of the depths below him.\n\nHe was standing on the very edge of the cliff, a position that would have made the average person dizzy. Yet it seemed to have no effect at all on Tad Butler.\n\nHe motioned for them to let out a little rope.\n\n\"More rope!\" bellowed Stacy.\n\n\"All right, Captain,\" jeered Ned. \"Better port your helm, though, or the rope will give you a side wipe and take you along over with Tad.\""}, {"quote": "\"All right, Captain,", "context": "\"He'll be wanting to thrash some of us next. See if he doesn't.\"\n\n\"I think I am all ready now,\" announced Tad, casting a critical glance at the men holding the rope, then taking a careful survey of the depths below him.\n\nHe was standing on the very edge of the cliff, a position that would have made the average person dizzy. Yet it seemed to have no effect at all on Tad Butler.\n\nHe motioned for them to let out a little rope.\n\n\"More rope!\" bellowed Stacy.\n\n\"All right, Captain,\" jeered Ned. \"Better port your helm, though, or the rope will give you a side wipe and take you along over with Tad.\"\n\nStacy quickly changed his position, which Tad had intended telling him to do.\n\nWithout another word Tad sat down with his feet dangling over, then crawled cautiously down the steep wall. For a short distance he was able to do this without depending on the rope, Stacy in the meanwhile lying flat on his stomach, peering down and passing on the signals to those holding the rope."}, {"quote": "\"Better port your helm, though, or the rope will give you a side wipe and take you along over with Tad.\"", "context": "\"I think I am all ready now,\" announced Tad, casting a critical glance at the men holding the rope, then taking a careful survey of the depths below him.\n\nHe was standing on the very edge of the cliff, a position that would have made the average person dizzy. Yet it seemed to have no effect at all on Tad Butler.\n\nHe motioned for them to let out a little rope.\n\n\"More rope!\" bellowed Stacy.\n\n\"All right, Captain,\" jeered Ned. \"Better port your helm, though, or the rope will give you a side wipe and take you along over with Tad.\"\n\nStacy quickly changed his position, which Tad had intended telling him to do.\n\nWithout another word Tad sat down with his feet dangling over, then crawled cautiously down the steep wall. For a short distance he was able to do this without depending on the rope, Stacy in the meanwhile lying flat on his stomach, peering down and passing on the signals to those holding the rope.\n\nNow Tad came to a piece of rock that was straight up and down and perfectly smooth. He motioned for them to lower him slowly, which they did until the boy's feet once more touched a solid footing."}, {"quote": "\"The water's fine, Chunky,", "context": "Without another word Tad sat down with his feet dangling over, then crawled cautiously down the steep wall. For a short distance he was able to do this without depending on the rope, Stacy in the meanwhile lying flat on his stomach, peering down and passing on the signals to those holding the rope.\n\nNow Tad came to a piece of rock that was straight up and down and perfectly smooth. He motioned for them to lower him slowly, which they did until the boy's feet once more touched a solid footing.\n\nHe carefully settled down until he was in a sitting posture. He was on a narrow, shelving rock, and there he remained for a few moments to rest, for the trip thus far had been exceedingly trying.\n\n\"The water's fine, Chunky,\" he called up cheerfully.\n\n\"The water's fine,\" bellowed Chunky, glaring at his companions. Then a sheepish grin spread over his countenance when he realized what he had said. \"I mean, that's what Tad called,\" he explained, amid a roar of laughter.\n\n\"He won't find it so fine if he falls in,\" muttered Walter.\n\n\"Bad spirits in water,\" grunted the Indian.\n\n\"Unfortunately for us, they're not all down there,\" growled Ned. But his barbed wit failed to penetrate the tough skin of the red man."}, {"quote": "\"I mean, that's what Tad called,", "context": "Now Tad came to a piece of rock that was straight up and down and perfectly smooth. He motioned for them to lower him slowly, which they did until the boy's feet once more touched a solid footing.\n\nHe carefully settled down until he was in a sitting posture. He was on a narrow, shelving rock, and there he remained for a few moments to rest, for the trip thus far had been exceedingly trying.\n\n\"The water's fine, Chunky,\" he called up cheerfully.\n\n\"The water's fine,\" bellowed Chunky, glaring at his companions. Then a sheepish grin spread over his countenance when he realized what he had said. \"I mean, that's what Tad called,\" he explained, amid a roar of laughter.\n\n\"He won't find it so fine if he falls in,\" muttered Walter.\n\n\"Bad spirits in water,\" grunted the Indian.\n\n\"Unfortunately for us, they're not all down there,\" growled Ned. But his barbed wit failed to penetrate the tough skin of the red man.\n\n\"Tend to business, boys,\" warned the Professor, observing a series of frantic gestures on the part of Stacy Brown. \"What does he want, to be lowered?\""}, {"quote": "\"He won't find it so fine if he falls in,", "context": "He carefully settled down until he was in a sitting posture. He was on a narrow, shelving rock, and there he remained for a few moments to rest, for the trip thus far had been exceedingly trying.\n\n\"The water's fine, Chunky,\" he called up cheerfully.\n\n\"The water's fine,\" bellowed Chunky, glaring at his companions. Then a sheepish grin spread over his countenance when he realized what he had said. \"I mean, that's what Tad called,\" he explained, amid a roar of laughter.\n\n\"He won't find it so fine if he falls in,\" muttered Walter.\n\n\"Bad spirits in water,\" grunted the Indian.\n\n\"Unfortunately for us, they're not all down there,\" growled Ned. But his barbed wit failed to penetrate the tough skin of the red man.\n\n\"Tend to business, boys,\" warned the Professor, observing a series of frantic gestures on the part of Stacy Brown. \"What does he want, to be lowered?\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, don't you understand?\"\n\n\"No, we don't understand motions in a foreign language"}, {"quote": "\"Bad spirits in water,", "context": "He carefully settled down until he was in a sitting posture. He was on a narrow, shelving rock, and there he remained for a few moments to rest, for the trip thus far had been exceedingly trying.\n\n\"The water's fine, Chunky,\" he called up cheerfully.\n\n\"The water's fine,\" bellowed Chunky, glaring at his companions. Then a sheepish grin spread over his countenance when he realized what he had said. \"I mean, that's what Tad called,\" he explained, amid a roar of laughter.\n\n\"He won't find it so fine if he falls in,\" muttered Walter.\n\n\"Bad spirits in water,\" grunted the Indian.\n\n\"Unfortunately for us, they're not all down there,\" growled Ned. But his barbed wit failed to penetrate the tough skin of the red man.\n\n\"Tend to business, boys,\" warned the Professor, observing a series of frantic gestures on the part of Stacy Brown. \"What does he want, to be lowered?\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, don't you understand?\"\n\n\"No, we don't understand motions in a foreign language,\" laughed Walter, permitting the rope to slip through his hands a little."}, {"quote": "\"Unfortunately for us, they're not all down there,", "context": "He carefully settled down until he was in a sitting posture. He was on a narrow, shelving rock, and there he remained for a few moments to rest, for the trip thus far had been exceedingly trying.\n\n\"The water's fine, Chunky,\" he called up cheerfully.\n\n\"The water's fine,\" bellowed Chunky, glaring at his companions. Then a sheepish grin spread over his countenance when he realized what he had said. \"I mean, that's what Tad called,\" he explained, amid a roar of laughter.\n\n\"He won't find it so fine if he falls in,\" muttered Walter.\n\n\"Bad spirits in water,\" grunted the Indian.\n\n\"Unfortunately for us, they're not all down there,\" growled Ned. But his barbed wit failed to penetrate the tough skin of the red man.\n\n\"Tend to business, boys,\" warned the Professor, observing a series of frantic gestures on the part of Stacy Brown. \"What does he want, to be lowered?\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, don't you understand?\"\n\n\"No, we don't understand motions in a foreign language,\" laughed Walter, permitting the rope to slip through his hands a little.\n\n\"How's that?\" queried Professor Zepplin.\n\n\"More rope!\" roared Stacy."}, {"quote": "\"Tend to business, boys,", "context": "\"The water's fine,\" bellowed Chunky, glaring at his companions. Then a sheepish grin spread over his countenance when he realized what he had said. \"I mean, that's what Tad called,\" he explained, amid a roar of laughter.\n\n\"He won't find it so fine if he falls in,\" muttered Walter.\n\n\"Bad spirits in water,\" grunted the Indian.\n\n\"Unfortunately for us, they're not all down there,\" growled Ned. But his barbed wit failed to penetrate the tough skin of the red man.\n\n\"Tend to business, boys,\" warned the Professor, observing a series of frantic gestures on the part of Stacy Brown. \"What does he want, to be lowered?\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, don't you understand?\"\n\n\"No, we don't understand motions in a foreign language,\" laughed Walter, permitting the rope to slip through his hands a little.\n\n\"How's that?\" queried Professor Zepplin.\n\n\"More rope!\" roared Stacy. \"Watch my signals, then you'll know what to do.\"\n\n\"What not to do,\" muttered Ned."}, {"quote": "\"What does he want, to be lowered?\"", "context": "\"I mean, that's what Tad called,\" he explained, amid a roar of laughter.\n\n\"He won't find it so fine if he falls in,\" muttered Walter.\n\n\"Bad spirits in water,\" grunted the Indian.\n\n\"Unfortunately for us, they're not all down there,\" growled Ned. But his barbed wit failed to penetrate the tough skin of the red man.\n\n\"Tend to business, boys,\" warned the Professor, observing a series of frantic gestures on the part of Stacy Brown. \"What does he want, to be lowered?\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, don't you understand?\"\n\n\"No, we don't understand motions in a foreign language,\" laughed Walter, permitting the rope to slip through his hands a little.\n\n\"How's that?\" queried Professor Zepplin.\n\n\"More rope!\" roared Stacy. \"Watch my signals, then you'll know what to do.\"\n\n\"What not to do,\" muttered Ned.\n\nOnce more Tad began his cautious creeping down the uncertain trail. Though he had gone some distance, it seemed to him as if the bottom were further away than when he started."}, {"quote": "\"Yes, yes, don't you understand?\"", "context": "\" he explained, amid a roar of laughter.\n\n\"He won't find it so fine if he falls in,\" muttered Walter.\n\n\"Bad spirits in water,\" grunted the Indian.\n\n\"Unfortunately for us, they're not all down there,\" growled Ned. But his barbed wit failed to penetrate the tough skin of the red man.\n\n\"Tend to business, boys,\" warned the Professor, observing a series of frantic gestures on the part of Stacy Brown. \"What does he want, to be lowered?\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, don't you understand?\"\n\n\"No, we don't understand motions in a foreign language,\" laughed Walter, permitting the rope to slip through his hands a little.\n\n\"How's that?\" queried Professor Zepplin.\n\n\"More rope!\" roared Stacy. \"Watch my signals, then you'll know what to do.\"\n\n\"What not to do,\" muttered Ned.\n\nOnce more Tad began his cautious creeping down the uncertain trail. Though he had gone some distance, it seemed to him as if the bottom were further away than when he started."}, {"quote": "\"No, we don't understand motions in a foreign language,", "context": "\"He won't find it so fine if he falls in,\" muttered Walter.\n\n\"Bad spirits in water,\" grunted the Indian.\n\n\"Unfortunately for us, they're not all down there,\" growled Ned. But his barbed wit failed to penetrate the tough skin of the red man.\n\n\"Tend to business, boys,\" warned the Professor, observing a series of frantic gestures on the part of Stacy Brown. \"What does he want, to be lowered?\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, don't you understand?\"\n\n\"No, we don't understand motions in a foreign language,\" laughed Walter, permitting the rope to slip through his hands a little.\n\n\"How's that?\" queried Professor Zepplin.\n\n\"More rope!\" roared Stacy. \"Watch my signals, then you'll know what to do.\"\n\n\"What not to do,\" muttered Ned.\n\nOnce more Tad began his cautious creeping down the uncertain trail. Though he had gone some distance, it seemed to him as if the bottom were further away than when he started.\n\n\"I'm afraid this rope is not going to be long enough"}, {"quote": "\"Watch my signals, then you'll know what to do.\"", "context": "\" growled Ned. But his barbed wit failed to penetrate the tough skin of the red man.\n\n\"Tend to business, boys,\" warned the Professor, observing a series of frantic gestures on the part of Stacy Brown. \"What does he want, to be lowered?\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, don't you understand?\"\n\n\"No, we don't understand motions in a foreign language,\" laughed Walter, permitting the rope to slip through his hands a little.\n\n\"How's that?\" queried Professor Zepplin.\n\n\"More rope!\" roared Stacy. \"Watch my signals, then you'll know what to do.\"\n\n\"What not to do,\" muttered Ned.\n\nOnce more Tad began his cautious creeping down the uncertain trail. Though he had gone some distance, it seemed to him as if the bottom were further away than when he started.\n\n\"I'm afraid this rope is not going to be long enough,\" he breathed. \"However, I believe I can crawl down the last fifteen or twenty feet if the line will only reach to them. It's not nearly so steep down there as it is higher up.\"\n\nThere occurred a sudden sharp jolt on the rope, due to the men above not letting the loops slip around the tree while the rope was taut. This gave Tad a drop of three or four feet and a jar that made him think he was falling."}, {"quote": "\"I'm afraid this rope is not going to be long enough,", "context": "\"No, we don't understand motions in a foreign language,\" laughed Walter, permitting the rope to slip through his hands a little.\n\n\"How's that?\" queried Professor Zepplin.\n\n\"More rope!\" roared Stacy. \"Watch my signals, then you'll know what to do.\"\n\n\"What not to do,\" muttered Ned.\n\nOnce more Tad began his cautious creeping down the uncertain trail. Though he had gone some distance, it seemed to him as if the bottom were further away than when he started.\n\n\"I'm afraid this rope is not going to be long enough,\" he breathed. \"However, I believe I can crawl down the last fifteen or twenty feet if the line will only reach to them. It's not nearly so steep down there as it is higher up.\"\n\nThere occurred a sudden sharp jolt on the rope, due to the men above not letting the loops slip around the tree while the rope was taut. This gave Tad a drop of three or four feet and a jar that made him think he was falling.\n\n\"Here you, up there! What are you trying to do?\""}, {"quote": "\"However, I believe I can crawl down the last fifteen or twenty feet if the line will only reach to them. It's not nearly so steep down there as it is higher up.\"", "context": "\" laughed Walter, permitting the rope to slip through his hands a little.\n\n\"How's that?\" queried Professor Zepplin.\n\n\"More rope!\" roared Stacy. \"Watch my signals, then you'll know what to do.\"\n\n\"What not to do,\" muttered Ned.\n\nOnce more Tad began his cautious creeping down the uncertain trail. Though he had gone some distance, it seemed to him as if the bottom were further away than when he started.\n\n\"I'm afraid this rope is not going to be long enough,\" he breathed. \"However, I believe I can crawl down the last fifteen or twenty feet if the line will only reach to them. It's not nearly so steep down there as it is higher up.\"\n\nThere occurred a sudden sharp jolt on the rope, due to the men above not letting the loops slip around the tree while the rope was taut. This gave Tad a drop of three or four feet and a jar that made him think he was falling.\n\n\"Here you, up there! What are you trying to do?\"\n\n\"What do you fellows mean?\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"Just a slip, that's all,\" answered Walter.\n\n\"Somebody slipped,\" shouted Stacy.\n\n\"Tell them to be careful, Chunky. This rope won't stand many such jerks as that. Remember, it's running over some sharp rocks above here and is liable to be cut in two.\""}, {"quote": "\"Here you, up there! What are you trying to do?\"", "context": "\"I'm afraid this rope is not going to be long enough,\" he breathed. \"However, I believe I can crawl down the last fifteen or twenty feet if the line will only reach to them. It's not nearly so steep down there as it is higher up.\"\n\nThere occurred a sudden sharp jolt on the rope, due to the men above not letting the loops slip around the tree while the rope was taut. This gave Tad a drop of three or four feet and a jar that made him think he was falling.\n\n\"Here you, up there! What are you trying to do?\"\n\n\"What do you fellows mean?\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"Just a slip, that's all,\" answered Walter.\n\n\"Somebody slipped,\" shouted Stacy.\n\n\"Tell them to be careful, Chunky. This rope won't stand many such jerks as that. Remember, it's running over some sharp rocks above here and is liable to be cut in two.\"\n\nStacy transmitted the order in a loud tone of command, which the Professor emphasized by a sharp command to the boys, at the same time admitting that he himself had also been at fault."}, {"quote": "\"What do you fellows mean?", "context": "\"However, I believe I can crawl down the last fifteen or twenty feet if the line will only reach to them. It's not nearly so steep down there as it is higher up.\"\n\nThere occurred a sudden sharp jolt on the rope, due to the men above not letting the loops slip around the tree while the rope was taut. This gave Tad a drop of three or four feet and a jar that made him think he was falling.\n\n\"Here you, up there! What are you trying to do?\"\n\n\"What do you fellows mean?\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"Just a slip, that's all,\" answered Walter.\n\n\"Somebody slipped,\" shouted Stacy.\n\n\"Tell them to be careful, Chunky. This rope won't stand many such jerks as that. Remember, it's running over some sharp rocks above here and is liable to be cut in two.\"\n\nStacy transmitted the order in a loud tone of command, which the Professor emphasized by a sharp command to the boys, at the same time admitting that he himself had also been at fault."}, {"quote": "\"Just a slip, that's all,", "context": "\"However, I believe I can crawl down the last fifteen or twenty feet if the line will only reach to them. It's not nearly so steep down there as it is higher up.\"\n\nThere occurred a sudden sharp jolt on the rope, due to the men above not letting the loops slip around the tree while the rope was taut. This gave Tad a drop of three or four feet and a jar that made him think he was falling.\n\n\"Here you, up there! What are you trying to do?\"\n\n\"What do you fellows mean?\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"Just a slip, that's all,\" answered Walter.\n\n\"Somebody slipped,\" shouted Stacy.\n\n\"Tell them to be careful, Chunky. This rope won't stand many such jerks as that. Remember, it's running over some sharp rocks above here and is liable to be cut in two.\"\n\nStacy transmitted the order in a loud tone of command, which the Professor emphasized by a sharp command to the boys, at the same time admitting that he himself had also been at fault.\n\n\"Tell him we will not make that mistake again, Chunky"}, {"quote": "\"Tell them to be careful, Chunky. This rope won't stand many such jerks as that. Remember, it's running over some sharp rocks above here and is liable to be cut in two.\"", "context": "\"However, I believe I can crawl down the last fifteen or twenty feet if the line will only reach to them. It's not nearly so steep down there as it is higher up.\"\n\nThere occurred a sudden sharp jolt on the rope, due to the men above not letting the loops slip around the tree while the rope was taut. This gave Tad a drop of three or four feet and a jar that made him think he was falling.\n\n\"Here you, up there! What are you trying to do?\"\n\n\"What do you fellows mean?\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"Just a slip, that's all,\" answered Walter.\n\n\"Somebody slipped,\" shouted Stacy.\n\n\"Tell them to be careful, Chunky. This rope won't stand many such jerks as that. Remember, it's running over some sharp rocks above here and is liable to be cut in two.\"\n\nStacy transmitted the order in a loud tone of command, which the Professor emphasized by a sharp command to the boys, at the same time admitting that he himself had also been at fault.\n\n\"Tell him we will not make that mistake again, Chunky,\" said the Professor.\n\n\"Won't do it again,\" called Stacy, passing the word along.\n\n\"All right. I'm doing well now. Just keep the line fairly steady so that I won't lose my footing.\"\n\nHe was obliged to raise his voice now, being a long way down the slope, with the goal still far from him."}, {"quote": "\"Tell him we will not make that mistake again, Chunky,", "context": "\" demanded Stacy.\n\n\"Just a slip, that's all,\" answered Walter.\n\n\"Somebody slipped,\" shouted Stacy.\n\n\"Tell them to be careful, Chunky. This rope won't stand many such jerks as that. Remember, it's running over some sharp rocks above here and is liable to be cut in two.\"\n\nStacy transmitted the order in a loud tone of command, which the Professor emphasized by a sharp command to the boys, at the same time admitting that he himself had also been at fault.\n\n\"Tell him we will not make that mistake again, Chunky,\" said the Professor.\n\n\"Won't do it again,\" called Stacy, passing the word along.\n\n\"All right. I'm doing well now. Just keep the line fairly steady so that I won't lose my footing.\"\n\nHe was obliged to raise his voice now, being a long way down the slope, with the goal still far from him.\n\n\"Who would have ever thought it so far?\" Tad asked himself. \"I'm sure now that the rope will not reach.\"\n\nBelieving that he could obtain a better footing a little to the right of him, he motioned for more rope, then raised his hand aloft as a signal that he had sufficient for present needs, all of which Stacy repeated with more or less correctness."}, {"quote": "\"All right. I'm doing well now. Just keep the line fairly steady so that I won't lose my footing.\"", "context": "\"Tell them to be careful, Chunky. This rope won't stand many such jerks as that. Remember, it's running over some sharp rocks above here and is liable to be cut in two.\"\n\nStacy transmitted the order in a loud tone of command, which the Professor emphasized by a sharp command to the boys, at the same time admitting that he himself had also been at fault.\n\n\"Tell him we will not make that mistake again, Chunky,\" said the Professor.\n\n\"Won't do it again,\" called Stacy, passing the word along.\n\n\"All right. I'm doing well now. Just keep the line fairly steady so that I won't lose my footing.\"\n\nHe was obliged to raise his voice now, being a long way down the slope, with the goal still far from him.\n\n\"Who would have ever thought it so far?\" Tad asked himself. \"I'm sure now that the rope will not reach.\"\n\nBelieving that he could obtain a better footing a little to the right of him, he motioned for more rope, then raised his hand aloft as a signal that he had sufficient for present needs, all of which Stacy repeated with more or less correctness."}, {"quote": "\"Who would have ever thought it so far?", "context": "Stacy transmitted the order in a loud tone of command, which the Professor emphasized by a sharp command to the boys, at the same time admitting that he himself had also been at fault.\n\n\"Tell him we will not make that mistake again, Chunky,\" said the Professor.\n\n\"Won't do it again,\" called Stacy, passing the word along.\n\n\"All right. I'm doing well now. Just keep the line fairly steady so that I won't lose my footing.\"\n\nHe was obliged to raise his voice now, being a long way down the slope, with the goal still far from him.\n\n\"Who would have ever thought it so far?\" Tad asked himself. \"I'm sure now that the rope will not reach.\"\n\nBelieving that he could obtain a better footing a little to the right of him, he motioned for more rope, then raised his hand aloft as a signal that he had sufficient for present needs, all of which Stacy repeated with more or less correctness.\n\nTad had gained a broad, shelving rock this time. Above him projected a rocky roof that reminded him of the roof over his mother's porch at home. It shut off his view of the cliff above him entirely. Straight down below him roared the river, here and there a spout of white spray shooting up into the air, revealing the presence of a hidden, treacherous rock."}, {"quote": "\"I'm sure now that the rope will not reach.\"", "context": "Stacy transmitted the order in a loud tone of command, which the Professor emphasized by a sharp command to the boys, at the same time admitting that he himself had also been at fault.\n\n\"Tell him we will not make that mistake again, Chunky,\" said the Professor.\n\n\"Won't do it again,\" called Stacy, passing the word along.\n\n\"All right. I'm doing well now. Just keep the line fairly steady so that I won't lose my footing.\"\n\nHe was obliged to raise his voice now, being a long way down the slope, with the goal still far from him.\n\n\"Who would have ever thought it so far?\" Tad asked himself. \"I'm sure now that the rope will not reach.\"\n\nBelieving that he could obtain a better footing a little to the right of him, he motioned for more rope, then raised his hand aloft as a signal that he had sufficient for present needs, all of which Stacy repeated with more or less correctness.\n\nTad had gained a broad, shelving rock this time. Above him projected a rocky roof that reminded him of the roof over his mother's porch at home. It shut off his view of the cliff above him entirely. Straight down below him roared the river, here and there a spout of white spray shooting up into the air, revealing the presence of a hidden, treacherous rock."}, {"quote": "\"Grab him! Grab him, somebody! He's going over the cliff!\"", "context": "Chunky, who appeared to be the coolest of any, had been watching the knot approaching him with almost fascinated interest. He was speculating what would happen should the knot chance to come apart. And the very emergency that he was considering did happen.\n\n\"The rope's broken!\" shouted the Professor.\n\nBut Chunky had no need to be told that. He knew it already, almost before they realized it.\n\nWith great presence of mind, and an agility that none would have given him credit for, the fat boy threw himself upon the line that was whisking over the cliff.\n\nSomehow he managed to fasten both hands on it.\n\nThe boy began to slide along the ground with the speed of an express train.\n\n\"Grab him! Grab him, somebody! He's going over the cliff!\"\n\n\"Let go!\" bellowed Ned Rector.\n\nStacy hung on grimly, perhaps not realizing the danger he was in. At any rate, he was determined to save Tad if he could.\n\n\"There he goes!\" fairly screamed the Professor.\n\nChunky slipped over the brink and disappeared with a terrified \"Wow!\"\n\n\"They're both down there, now,\" groaned the Professor, leaning against the tree and wiping the perspiration from his brow.\n\nCHAPTER V\n\nRESCUED BY A HUMAN CHAIN"}, {"quote": "\u201cGibbon\u2019s History of the Roman Empire. May I have it?\u201d", "context": "There were many rooms in the villa, but one room which possessed a character of its own because the door was always shut, and no sound of music or laughter issued from it. Every one in the house was vaguely conscious that something went on behind that door, and without in the least knowing what it was, were influenced in their own thoughts by the knowledge that if the passed it the door would be shut, and if they made a noise Mr. Ambrose inside would be disturbed. Certain acts therefore possessed merit, and others were bad, so that life became more harmonious and less disconnected than it would have been had Mr. Ambrose given up editing Pindar, and taken to a nomad existence, in and out of every room in the house. As it was, every one was conscious that by observing certain rules, such as punctuality and quiet, by cooking well, and performing other small duties, one ode after another was satisfactorily restored to the world, and they shared the continuity of the scholar\u2019s life. Unfortunately, as age puts one barrier between human beings, and learning another, and sex a third, Mr. Ambrose in his study was some thousand miles distant from the nearest human being, who in this household was inevitably a woman. He sat hour after hour among white-leaved books, alone like an idol in an empty church, still except for the passage of his hand from one side of the sheet to another, silent save for an occasional choke, which drove him to extend his pipe a moment in the air. As he worked his way further and further into the heart of the poet, his chair became more and more deeply encircled by books, which lay open on the floor, and could only be crossed by a careful process of stepping, so delicate that his visitors generally stopped and addressed him from the outskirts.\n\nOn the morning after the dance, however, Rachel came into her uncle\u2019s room and hailed him twice, \u201cUncle Ridley,\u201d before he paid her any attention.\n\nAt length he looked over his spectacles.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cI want a book,\u201d she replied. \u201cGibbon\u2019s History of the Roman Empire. May I have it?\u201d\n\nShe watched the lines on her uncle\u2019s face gradually rearrange themselves at her question. It had been smooth as a mask before she spoke.\n\n\u201cPlease say that again,\u201d said her uncle, either because he had not heard or because he had not understood.\n\nShe repeated the same words and reddened slightly as she did so.\n\n\u201cGibbon! What on earth d\u2019you want him for?\u201d he enquired.\n\n\u201cSomebody advised me to read it,\u201d Rachel stammered.\n\n\u201cBut I don\u2019t travel about with a miscellaneous collection of eighteenth-century historians"}, {"quote": "\u201cPlease say that again,", "context": "There were many rooms in the villa, but one room which possessed a character of its own because the door was always shut, and no sound of music or laughter issued from it. Every one in the house was vaguely conscious that something went on behind that door, and without in the least knowing what it was, were influenced in their own thoughts by the knowledge that if the passed it the door would be shut, and if they made a noise Mr. Ambrose inside would be disturbed. Certain acts therefore possessed merit, and others were bad, so that life became more harmonious and less disconnected than it would have been had Mr. Ambrose given up editing Pindar, and taken to a nomad existence, in and out of every room in the house. As it was, every one was conscious that by observing certain rules, such as punctuality and quiet, by cooking well, and performing other small duties, one ode after another was satisfactorily restored to the world, and they shared the continuity of the scholar\u2019s life. Unfortunately, as age puts one barrier between human beings, and learning another, and sex a third, Mr. Ambrose in his study was some thousand miles distant from the nearest human being, who in this household was inevitably a woman. He sat hour after hour among white-leaved books, alone like an idol in an empty church, still except for the passage of his hand from one side of the sheet to another, silent save for an occasional choke, which drove him to extend his pipe a moment in the air. As he worked his way further and further into the heart of the poet, his chair became more and more deeply encircled by books, which lay open on the floor, and could only be crossed by a careful process of stepping, so delicate that his visitors generally stopped and addressed him from the outskirts.\n\nOn the morning after the dance, however, Rachel came into her uncle\u2019s room and hailed him twice, \u201cUncle Ridley,\u201d before he paid her any attention.\n\nAt length he looked over his spectacles.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cI want a book,\u201d she replied. \u201cGibbon\u2019s History of the Roman Empire. May I have it?\u201d\n\nShe watched the lines on her uncle\u2019s face gradually rearrange themselves at her question. It had been smooth as a mask before she spoke.\n\n\u201cPlease say that again,\u201d said her uncle, either because he had not heard or because he had not understood.\n\nShe repeated the same words and reddened slightly as she did so.\n\n\u201cGibbon! What on earth d\u2019you want him for?\u201d he enquired.\n\n\u201cSomebody advised me to read it,\u201d Rachel stammered.\n\n\u201cBut I don\u2019t travel about with a miscellaneous collection of eighteenth-century historians!\u201d her uncle exclaimed. \u201cGibbon! Ten big volumes at least.\u201d\n\nRachel said that she was sorry to interrupt, and was turning to go."}, {"quote": "\u201cGibbon! What on earth d\u2019you want him for?", "context": "At length he looked over his spectacles.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d he asked.\n\n\u201cI want a book,\u201d she replied. \u201cGibbon\u2019s History of the Roman Empire. May I have it?\u201d\n\nShe watched the lines on her uncle\u2019s face gradually rearrange themselves at her question. It had been smooth as a mask before she spoke.\n\n\u201cPlease say that again,\u201d said her uncle, either because he had not heard or because he had not understood.\n\nShe repeated the same words and reddened slightly as she did so.\n\n\u201cGibbon! What on earth d\u2019you want him for?\u201d he enquired.\n\n\u201cSomebody advised me to read it,\u201d Rachel stammered.\n\n\u201cBut I don\u2019t travel about with a miscellaneous collection of eighteenth-century historians!\u201d her uncle exclaimed. \u201cGibbon! Ten big volumes at least.\u201d\n\nRachel said that she was sorry to interrupt, and was turning to go.\n\n\u201cStop!\u201d cried her uncle. He put down his pipe, placed his book on one side, and rose and led her slowly round the room, holding her by the arm. \u201cPlato,\u201d he said, laying one finger on the first of a row of small dark books,"}, {"quote": "\u201cSomebody advised me to read it,", "context": "\u201cI want a book,\u201d she replied. \u201cGibbon\u2019s History of the Roman Empire. May I have it?\u201d\n\nShe watched the lines on her uncle\u2019s face gradually rearrange themselves at her question. It had been smooth as a mask before she spoke.\n\n\u201cPlease say that again,\u201d said her uncle, either because he had not heard or because he had not understood.\n\nShe repeated the same words and reddened slightly as she did so.\n\n\u201cGibbon! What on earth d\u2019you want him for?\u201d he enquired.\n\n\u201cSomebody advised me to read it,\u201d Rachel stammered.\n\n\u201cBut I don\u2019t travel about with a miscellaneous collection of eighteenth-century historians!\u201d her uncle exclaimed. \u201cGibbon! Ten big volumes at least.\u201d\n\nRachel said that she was sorry to interrupt, and was turning to go.\n\n\u201cStop!\u201d cried her uncle. He put down his pipe, placed his book on one side, and rose and led her slowly round the room, holding her by the arm. \u201cPlato,\u201d he said, laying one finger on the first of a row of small dark books,"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut I don\u2019t travel about with a miscellaneous collection of eighteenth-century historians!", "context": "\u201cGibbon\u2019s History of the Roman Empire. May I have it?\u201d\n\nShe watched the lines on her uncle\u2019s face gradually rearrange themselves at her question. It had been smooth as a mask before she spoke.\n\n\u201cPlease say that again,\u201d said her uncle, either because he had not heard or because he had not understood.\n\nShe repeated the same words and reddened slightly as she did so.\n\n\u201cGibbon! What on earth d\u2019you want him for?\u201d he enquired.\n\n\u201cSomebody advised me to read it,\u201d Rachel stammered.\n\n\u201cBut I don\u2019t travel about with a miscellaneous collection of eighteenth-century historians!\u201d her uncle exclaimed. \u201cGibbon! Ten big volumes at least.\u201d\n\nRachel said that she was sorry to interrupt, and was turning to go.\n\n\u201cStop!\u201d cried her uncle. He put down his pipe, placed his book on one side, and rose and led her slowly round the room, holding her by the arm. \u201cPlato,\u201d he said, laying one finger on the first of a row of small dark books, \u201cand Jorrocks next door, which is wrong. Sophocles, Swift. You don\u2019t care for German commentators, I presume. French, then. You read French? You should read Balzac. Then we come to Wordsworth and Coleridge, Pope, Johnson, Addison, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats. One thing leads to another. Why is Marlowe here? Mrs. Chailey, I presume. But what\u2019s the use of reading if you don\u2019t read Greek? After all, if you read Greek, you need never read anything else, pure waste of time \u2014 pure waste of time"}, {"quote": "\u201cGibbon! Ten big volumes at least.\u201d", "context": "She watched the lines on her uncle\u2019s face gradually rearrange themselves at her question. It had been smooth as a mask before she spoke.\n\n\u201cPlease say that again,\u201d said her uncle, either because he had not heard or because he had not understood.\n\nShe repeated the same words and reddened slightly as she did so.\n\n\u201cGibbon! What on earth d\u2019you want him for?\u201d he enquired.\n\n\u201cSomebody advised me to read it,\u201d Rachel stammered.\n\n\u201cBut I don\u2019t travel about with a miscellaneous collection of eighteenth-century historians!\u201d her uncle exclaimed. \u201cGibbon! Ten big volumes at least.\u201d\n\nRachel said that she was sorry to interrupt, and was turning to go.\n\n\u201cStop!\u201d cried her uncle. He put down his pipe, placed his book on one side, and rose and led her slowly round the room, holding her by the arm. \u201cPlato,\u201d he said, laying one finger on the first of a row of small dark books, \u201cand Jorrocks next door, which is wrong. Sophocles, Swift. You don\u2019t care for German commentators, I presume. French, then. You read French? You should read Balzac. Then we come to Wordsworth and Coleridge, Pope, Johnson, Addison, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats. One thing leads to another. Why is Marlowe here? Mrs. Chailey, I presume. But what\u2019s the use of reading if you don\u2019t read Greek? After all, if you read Greek, you need never read anything else, pure waste of time \u2014 pure waste of time"}, {"quote": "\u201cand Jorrocks next door, which is wrong. Sophocles, Swift. You don\u2019t care for German commentators, I presume. French, then. You read French? You should read Balzac. Then we come to Wordsworth and Coleridge, Pope, Johnson, Addison, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats. One thing leads to another. Why is Marlowe here? Mrs. Chailey, I presume. But what\u2019s the use of reading if you don\u2019t read Greek? After all, if you read Greek, you need never read anything else, pure waste of time \u2014 pure waste of time,", "context": "\u201cBut I don\u2019t travel about with a miscellaneous collection of eighteenth-century historians!\u201d her uncle exclaimed. \u201cGibbon! Ten big volumes at least.\u201d\n\nRachel said that she was sorry to interrupt, and was turning to go.\n\n\u201cStop!\u201d cried her uncle. He put down his pipe, placed his book on one side, and rose and led her slowly round the room, holding her by the arm. \u201cPlato,\u201d he said, laying one finger on the first of a row of small dark books, \u201cand Jorrocks next door, which is wrong. Sophocles, Swift. You don\u2019t care for German commentators, I presume. French, then. You read French? You should read Balzac. Then we come to Wordsworth and Coleridge, Pope, Johnson, Addison, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats. One thing leads to another. Why is Marlowe here? Mrs. Chailey, I presume. But what\u2019s the use of reading if you don\u2019t read Greek? After all, if you read Greek, you need never read anything else, pure waste of time \u2014 pure waste of time,\u201d thus speaking half to himself, with quick movements of his hands; they had come round again to the circle of books on the floor, and their progress was stopped.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he demanded, \u201cwhich shall it be?\u201d\n\n\u201cBalzac,\u201d said Rachel, \u201cor have you the Speech on the American Revolution, Uncle Ridley?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Speech on the American Revolution?\u201d he asked. He looked at her very keenly again. \u201cAnother young man at the dance?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. That was Mr. Dalloway"}, {"quote": "\u201cwhich shall it be?\u201d", "context": "\u201cand Jorrocks next door, which is wrong. Sophocles, Swift. You don\u2019t care for German commentators, I presume. French, then. You read French? You should read Balzac. Then we come to Wordsworth and Coleridge, Pope, Johnson, Addison, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats. One thing leads to another. Why is Marlowe here? Mrs. Chailey, I presume. But what\u2019s the use of reading if you don\u2019t read Greek? After all, if you read Greek, you need never read anything else, pure waste of time \u2014 pure waste of time,\u201d thus speaking half to himself, with quick movements of his hands; they had come round again to the circle of books on the floor, and their progress was stopped.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he demanded, \u201cwhich shall it be?\u201d\n\n\u201cBalzac,\u201d said Rachel, \u201cor have you the Speech on the American Revolution, Uncle Ridley?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Speech on the American Revolution?\u201d he asked. He looked at her very keenly again. \u201cAnother young man at the dance?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. That was Mr. Dalloway,\u201d she confessed.\n\n\u201cGood Lord!\u201d he flung back his head in recollection of Mr. Dalloway.\n\nShe chose for herself a volume at random, submitted it to her uncle, who, seeing that it was La Cousine bette, bade her throw it away if she found it too horrible, and was about to leave him when he demanded whether she had enjoyed her dance?"}, {"quote": "\u201cor have you the Speech on the American Revolution, Uncle Ridley?\u201d", "context": "\u201cand Jorrocks next door, which is wrong. Sophocles, Swift. You don\u2019t care for German commentators, I presume. French, then. You read French? You should read Balzac. Then we come to Wordsworth and Coleridge, Pope, Johnson, Addison, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats. One thing leads to another. Why is Marlowe here? Mrs. Chailey, I presume. But what\u2019s the use of reading if you don\u2019t read Greek? After all, if you read Greek, you need never read anything else, pure waste of time \u2014 pure waste of time,\u201d thus speaking half to himself, with quick movements of his hands; they had come round again to the circle of books on the floor, and their progress was stopped.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he demanded, \u201cwhich shall it be?\u201d\n\n\u201cBalzac,\u201d said Rachel, \u201cor have you the Speech on the American Revolution, Uncle Ridley?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Speech on the American Revolution?\u201d he asked. He looked at her very keenly again. \u201cAnother young man at the dance?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. That was Mr. Dalloway,\u201d she confessed.\n\n\u201cGood Lord!\u201d he flung back his head in recollection of Mr. Dalloway.\n\nShe chose for herself a volume at random, submitted it to her uncle, who, seeing that it was La Cousine bette, bade her throw it away if she found it too horrible, and was about to leave him when he demanded whether she had enjoyed her dance?"}, {"quote": "\u201cThe Speech on the American Revolution?", "context": "\u201cand Jorrocks next door, which is wrong. Sophocles, Swift. You don\u2019t care for German commentators, I presume. French, then. You read French? You should read Balzac. Then we come to Wordsworth and Coleridge, Pope, Johnson, Addison, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats. One thing leads to another. Why is Marlowe here? Mrs. Chailey, I presume. But what\u2019s the use of reading if you don\u2019t read Greek? After all, if you read Greek, you need never read anything else, pure waste of time \u2014 pure waste of time,\u201d thus speaking half to himself, with quick movements of his hands; they had come round again to the circle of books on the floor, and their progress was stopped.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he demanded, \u201cwhich shall it be?\u201d\n\n\u201cBalzac,\u201d said Rachel, \u201cor have you the Speech on the American Revolution, Uncle Ridley?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Speech on the American Revolution?\u201d he asked. He looked at her very keenly again. \u201cAnother young man at the dance?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. That was Mr. Dalloway,\u201d she confessed.\n\n\u201cGood Lord!\u201d he flung back his head in recollection of Mr. Dalloway.\n\nShe chose for herself a volume at random, submitted it to her uncle, who, seeing that it was La Cousine bette, bade her throw it away if she found it too horrible, and was about to leave him when he demanded whether she had enjoyed her dance?"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnother young man at the dance?\u201d", "context": "\u201cand Jorrocks next door, which is wrong. Sophocles, Swift. You don\u2019t care for German commentators, I presume. French, then. You read French? You should read Balzac. Then we come to Wordsworth and Coleridge, Pope, Johnson, Addison, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats. One thing leads to another. Why is Marlowe here? Mrs. Chailey, I presume. But what\u2019s the use of reading if you don\u2019t read Greek? After all, if you read Greek, you need never read anything else, pure waste of time \u2014 pure waste of time,\u201d thus speaking half to himself, with quick movements of his hands; they had come round again to the circle of books on the floor, and their progress was stopped.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he demanded, \u201cwhich shall it be?\u201d\n\n\u201cBalzac,\u201d said Rachel, \u201cor have you the Speech on the American Revolution, Uncle Ridley?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Speech on the American Revolution?\u201d he asked. He looked at her very keenly again. \u201cAnother young man at the dance?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. That was Mr. Dalloway,\u201d she confessed.\n\n\u201cGood Lord!\u201d he flung back his head in recollection of Mr. Dalloway.\n\nShe chose for herself a volume at random, submitted it to her uncle, who, seeing that it was La Cousine bette, bade her throw it away if she found it too horrible, and was about to leave him when he demanded whether she had enjoyed her dance?\n\nHe then wanted to know what people did at dances, seeing that he had only been to one thirty-five years ago, when nothing had seemed to him more meaningless and idiotic. Did they enjoy turning round and round to the screech of a fiddle? Did they talk, and say pretty things, and if so, why didn\u2019t they do it, under reasonable conditions? As for himself \u2014 he sighed and pointed at the signs of industry lying all about him, which, in spite of his sigh, filled his face with such satisfaction that his niece thought good to leave. On bestowing a kiss she was allowed to go, but not until she had bound herself to learn at any rate the Greek alphabet, and to return her French novel when done with, upon which something more suitable would be found for her."}, {"quote": "\u201cNo. That was Mr. Dalloway,", "context": "\u201cand Jorrocks next door, which is wrong. Sophocles, Swift. You don\u2019t care for German commentators, I presume. French, then. You read French? You should read Balzac. Then we come to Wordsworth and Coleridge, Pope, Johnson, Addison, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats. One thing leads to another. Why is Marlowe here? Mrs. Chailey, I presume. But what\u2019s the use of reading if you don\u2019t read Greek? After all, if you read Greek, you need never read anything else, pure waste of time \u2014 pure waste of time,\u201d thus speaking half to himself, with quick movements of his hands; they had come round again to the circle of books on the floor, and their progress was stopped.\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d he demanded, \u201cwhich shall it be?\u201d\n\n\u201cBalzac,\u201d said Rachel, \u201cor have you the Speech on the American Revolution, Uncle Ridley?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Speech on the American Revolution?\u201d he asked. He looked at her very keenly again. \u201cAnother young man at the dance?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo. That was Mr. Dalloway,\u201d she confessed.\n\n\u201cGood Lord!\u201d he flung back his head in recollection of Mr. Dalloway.\n\nShe chose for herself a volume at random, submitted it to her uncle, who, seeing that it was La Cousine bette, bade her throw it away if she found it too horrible, and was about to leave him when he demanded whether she had enjoyed her dance?\n\nHe then wanted to know what people did at dances, seeing that he had only been to one thirty-five years ago, when nothing had seemed to him more meaningless and idiotic. Did they enjoy turning round and round to the screech of a fiddle? Did they talk, and say pretty things, and if so, why didn\u2019t they do it, under reasonable conditions? As for himself \u2014 he sighed and pointed at the signs of industry lying all about him, which, in spite of his sigh, filled his face with such satisfaction that his niece thought good to leave. On bestowing a kiss she was allowed to go, but not until she had bound herself to learn at any rate the Greek alphabet, and to return her French novel when done with, upon which something more suitable would be found for her."}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat is it to be in love?", "context": "Never had any words been so vivid and so beautiful \u2014 Arabia Felix \u2014 Aethiopia. But those were not more noble than the others, hardy barbarians, forests, and morasses. They seemed to drive roads back to the very beginning of the world, on either side of which the populations of all times and countries stood in avenues, and by passing down them all knowledge would be hers, and the book of the world turned back to the very first page. Such was her excitement at the possibilities of knowledge now opening before her that she ceased to read, and a breeze turning the page, the covers of Gibbon gently ruffled and closed together. She then rose again and walked on. Slowly her mind became less confused and sought the origins of her exaltation, which were twofold and could be limited by an effort to the persons of Mr. Hirst and Mr. Hewet. Any clear analysis of them was impossible owing to the haze of wonder in which they were enveloped. She could not reason about them as about people whose feelings went by the same rule as her own did, and her mind dwelt on them with a kind of physical pleasure such as is caused by the contemplation of bright things hanging in the sun. From them all life seemed to radiate; the very words of books were steeped in radiance. She then became haunted by a suspicion which she was so reluctant to face that she welcomed a trip and stumble over the grass because thus her attention was dispersed, but in a second it had collected itself again. Unconsciously she had been walking faster and faster, her body trying to outrun her mind; but she was now on the summit of a little hillock of earth which rose above the river and displayed the valley. She was no longer able to juggle with several ideas, but must deal with the most persistent, and a kind of melancholy replaced her excitement. She sank down on to the earth clasping her knees together, and looking blankly in front of her. For some time she observed a great yellow butterfly, which was opening and closing its wings very slowly on a little flat stone.\n\n\u201cWhat is it to be in love?\u201d she demanded, after a long silence; each word as it came into being seemed to shove itself out into an unknown sea. Hypnotised by the wings of the butterfly, and awed by the discovery of a terrible possibility in life, she sat for some time longer. When the butterfly flew away, she rose, and with her two books beneath her arm returned home again, much as a soldier prepared for battle.\n\nCHAPTER XIV\n\nThe sun of that same day going down, dusk was saluted as usual at the hotel by an instantaneous sparkle of electric lights. The hours between dinner and bedtime were always difficult enough to kill, and the night after the dance they were further tarnished by the peevishness of dissipation. Certainly, in the opinion of Hirst and Hewet, who lay back in long arm-chairs in the middle of the hall, with their coffee-cups beside them, and their cigarettes in their hands, the evening was unusually dull, the women unusually badly dressed, the men unusually fatuous. Moreover, when the mail had been distributed half an hour ago there were no letters for either of the two young men. As every other person, practically, had received two or three plump letters from England, which they were now engaged in reading, this seemed hard, and prompted Hirst to make the caustic remark that the animals had been fed. Their silence, he said, reminded him of the silence in the lion-house when each beast holds a lump of raw meat in its paws. He went on, stimulated by this comparison, to liken some to hippopotamuses, some to canary birds, some to swine, some to parrots, and some to loathsome reptiles curled round the half-decayed bodies of sheep. The intermittent sounds \u2014 now a cough, now a horrible wheezing or throat-clearing, now a little patter of conversation \u2014 were just, he declared, what you hear if you stand in the lion-house when the bones are being mauled. But these comparisons did not rouse Hewet, who, after a careless glance round the room, fixed his eyes upon a thicket of native spears which were so ingeniously arranged as to run their points at you whichever way you approached them. He was clearly oblivious of his surroundings; whereupon Hirst, perceiving that Hewet\u2019s mind was a complete blank, fixed his attention more closely upon his fellow-creatures. He was too far from them, however, to hear what they were saying, but it pleased him to construct little theories about them from their gestures and appearance."}, {"quote": "\u201cteacher and agent of the brain.", "context": "It is worthy of remark that a certain speculative writer of quasi-scientific repute, writing long before the Martian invasion, did forecast for man a final structure not unlike the actual Martian condition. His prophecy, I remember, appeared in November or December, 1893, in a long-defunct publication, the Pall Mall Budget, and I recall a caricature of it in a pre-Martian periodical called Punch. He pointed out \u2014 writing in a foolish, facetious tone \u2014 that the perfection of mechanical appliances must ultimately supersede limbs; the perfection of chemical devices, digestion; that such organs as hair, external nose, teeth, ears, and chin were no longer essential parts of the human being, and that the tendency of natural selection would lie in the direction of their steady diminution through the coming ages. The brain alone remained a cardinal necessity. Only one other part of the body had a strong case for survival, and that was the hand, \u201cteacher and agent of the brain.\u201d While the rest of the body dwindled, the hands would grow larger.\n\nThere is many a true word written in jest, and here in the Martians we have beyond dispute the actual accomplishment of such a suppression of the animal side of the organism by the intelligence. To me it is quite credible that the Martians may be descended from beings not unlike ourselves, by a gradual development of brain and hands (the latter giving rise to the two bunches of delicate tentacles at last) at the expense of the rest of the body. Without the body the brain would, of course, become a mere selfish intelligence, without any of the emotional substratum of the human being."}, {"quote": "\u201cI can easily believe it. Women of that class have great opportunities, and if they are intelligent may be well worth listening to. Such varieties of human nature as they are in the habit of witnessing! And it is not merely in its follies, that they are well read; for they see it occasionally under every circumstance that can be most interesting or affecting. What instances must pass before them of ardent, disinterested, self-denying attachment, of heroism, fortitude, patience, resignation: of all the conflicts and all the sacrifices that ennoble us most. A sick chamber may often furnish the worth of volumes.\u201d", "context": "There had been a time, Mrs Smith told her, when her spirits had nearly failed. She could not call herself an invalid now, compared with her state on first reaching Bath. Then she had, indeed, been a pitiable object; for she had caught cold on the journey, and had hardly taken possession of her lodgings before she was again confined to her bed and suffering under severe and constant pain; and all this among strangers, with the absolute necessity of having a regular nurse, and finances at that moment particularly unfit to meet any extraordinary expense. She had weathered it, however, and could truly say that it had done her good. It had increased her comforts by making her feel herself to be in good hands. She had seen too much of the world, to expect sudden or disinterested attachment anywhere, but her illness had proved to her that her landlady had a character to preserve, and would not use her ill; and she had been particularly fortunate in her nurse, as a sister of her landlady, a nurse by profession, and who had always a home in that house when unemployed, chanced to be at liberty just in time to attend her. \u201cAnd she,\u201d said Mrs Smith, \u201cbesides nursing me most admirably, has really proved an invaluable acquaintance. As soon as I could use my hands she taught me to knit, which has been a great amusement; and she put me in the way of making these little thread-cases, pin-cushions and card-racks, which you always find me so busy about, and which supply me with the means of doing a little good to one or two very poor families in this neighbourhood. She had a large acquaintance, of course professionally, among those who can afford to buy, and she disposes of my merchandise. She always takes the right time for applying. Everybody\u2019s heart is open, you know, when they have recently escaped from severe pain, or are recovering the blessing of health, and Nurse Rooke thoroughly understands when to speak. She is a shrewd, intelligent, sensible woman. Hers is a line for seeing human nature; and she has a fund of good sense and observation, which, as a companion, make her infinitely superior to thousands of those who having only received \u2018the best education in the world,\u2019 know nothing worth attending to. Call it gossip, if you will, but when Nurse Rooke has half an hour\u2019s leisure to bestow on me, she is sure to have something to relate that is entertaining and profitable: something that makes one know one\u2019s species better. One likes to hear what is going on, to be au fait as to the newest modes of being trifling and silly. To me, who live so much alone, her conversation, I assure you, is a treat.\u201d\n\nAnne, far from wishing to cavil at the pleasure, replied, \u201cI can easily believe it. Women of that class have great opportunities, and if they are intelligent may be well worth listening to. Such varieties of human nature as they are in the habit of witnessing! And it is not merely in its follies, that they are well read; for they see it occasionally under every circumstance that can be most interesting or affecting. What instances must pass before them of ardent, disinterested, self-denying attachment, of heroism, fortitude, patience, resignation: of all the conflicts and all the sacrifices that ennoble us most. A sick chamber may often furnish the worth of volumes.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said Mrs Smith more doubtingly, \u201csometimes it may, though I fear its lessons are not often in the elevated style you describe. Here and there, human nature may be great in times of trial; but generally speaking, it is its weakness and not its strength that appears in a sick chamber: it is selfishness and impatience rather than generosity and fortitude, that one hears of. There is so little real friendship in the world! and unfortunately\u201d (speaking low and tremulously)"}, {"quote": "\u201cYes,", "context": "\u201cI can easily believe it. Women of that class have great opportunities, and if they are intelligent may be well worth listening to. Such varieties of human nature as they are in the habit of witnessing! And it is not merely in its follies, that they are well read; for they see it occasionally under every circumstance that can be most interesting or affecting. What instances must pass before them of ardent, disinterested, self-denying attachment, of heroism, fortitude, patience, resignation: of all the conflicts and all the sacrifices that ennoble us most. A sick chamber may often furnish the worth of volumes.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said Mrs Smith more doubtingly, \u201csometimes it may, though I fear its lessons are not often in the elevated style you describe. Here and there, human nature may be great in times of trial; but generally speaking, it is its weakness and not its strength that appears in a sick chamber: it is selfishness and impatience rather than generosity and fortitude, that one hears of. There is so little real friendship in the world! and unfortunately\u201d (speaking low and tremulously)"}, {"quote": "\u201csometimes it may, though I fear its lessons are not often in the elevated style you describe. Here and there, human nature may be great in times of trial; but generally speaking, it is its weakness and not its strength that appears in a sick chamber: it is selfishness and impatience rather than generosity and fortitude, that one hears of. There is so little real friendship in the world! and unfortunately", "context": "\u201cI can easily believe it. Women of that class have great opportunities, and if they are intelligent may be well worth listening to. Such varieties of human nature as they are in the habit of witnessing! And it is not merely in its follies, that they are well read; for they see it occasionally under every circumstance that can be most interesting or affecting. What instances must pass before them of ardent, disinterested, self-denying attachment, of heroism, fortitude, patience, resignation: of all the conflicts and all the sacrifices that ennoble us most. A sick chamber may often furnish the worth of volumes.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes,\u201d said Mrs Smith more doubtingly, \u201csometimes it may, though I fear its lessons are not often in the elevated style you describe. Here and there, human nature may be great in times of trial; but generally speaking, it is its weakness and not its strength that appears in a sick chamber: it is selfishness and impatience rather than generosity and fortitude, that one hears of. There is so little real friendship in the world! and unfortunately\u201d (speaking low and tremulously) \u201cthere are so many who forget to think seriously till it is almost too late.\u201d\n\nAnne saw the misery of such feelings. The husband had not been what he ought, and the wife had been led among that part of mankind which made her think worse of the world than she hoped it deserved. It was but a passing emotion however with Mrs Smith; she shook it off, and soon added in a different tone \u2014 \n\n\u201cI do not suppose the situation my friend Mrs Rooke is in at present, will furnish much either to interest or edify me. She is only nursing Mrs Wallis of Marlborough Buildings; a mere pretty, silly, expensive, fashionable woman, I believe; and of course will have nothing to report but of lace and finery. I mean to make my profit of Mrs Wallis, however. She has plenty of money, and I intend she shall buy all the high-priced things I have in hand now.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cthere are so many who forget to think seriously till it is almost too late.\u201d", "context": "\u201d said Mrs Smith more doubtingly, \u201csometimes it may, though I fear its lessons are not often in the elevated style you describe. Here and there, human nature may be great in times of trial; but generally speaking, it is its weakness and not its strength that appears in a sick chamber: it is selfishness and impatience rather than generosity and fortitude, that one hears of. There is so little real friendship in the world! and unfortunately\u201d (speaking low and tremulously) \u201cthere are so many who forget to think seriously till it is almost too late.\u201d\n\nAnne saw the misery of such feelings. The husband had not been what he ought, and the wife had been led among that part of mankind which made her think worse of the world than she hoped it deserved. It was but a passing emotion however with Mrs Smith; she shook it off, and soon added in a different tone \u2014 \n\n\u201cI do not suppose the situation my friend Mrs Rooke is in at present, will furnish much either to interest or edify me. She is only nursing Mrs Wallis of Marlborough Buildings; a mere pretty, silly, expensive, fashionable woman, I believe; and of course will have nothing to report but of lace and finery. I mean to make my profit of Mrs Wallis, however. She has plenty of money, and I intend she shall buy all the high-priced things I have in hand now.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI do not suppose the situation my friend Mrs Rooke is in at present, will furnish much either to interest or edify me. She is only nursing Mrs Wallis of Marlborough Buildings; a mere pretty, silly, expensive, fashionable woman, I believe; and of course will have nothing to report but of lace and finery. I mean to make my profit of Mrs Wallis, however. She has plenty of money, and I intend she shall buy all the high-priced things I have in hand now.\u201d", "context": "\u201csometimes it may, though I fear its lessons are not often in the elevated style you describe. Here and there, human nature may be great in times of trial; but generally speaking, it is its weakness and not its strength that appears in a sick chamber: it is selfishness and impatience rather than generosity and fortitude, that one hears of. There is so little real friendship in the world! and unfortunately\u201d (speaking low and tremulously) \u201cthere are so many who forget to think seriously till it is almost too late.\u201d\n\nAnne saw the misery of such feelings. The husband had not been what he ought, and the wife had been led among that part of mankind which made her think worse of the world than she hoped it deserved. It was but a passing emotion however with Mrs Smith; she shook it off, and soon added in a different tone \u2014 \n\n\u201cI do not suppose the situation my friend Mrs Rooke is in at present, will furnish much either to interest or edify me. She is only nursing Mrs Wallis of Marlborough Buildings; a mere pretty, silly, expensive, fashionable woman, I believe; and of course will have nothing to report but of lace and finery. I mean to make my profit of Mrs Wallis, however. She has plenty of money, and I intend she shall buy all the high-priced things I have in hand now.\u201d\n\nAnne had called several times on her friend, before the existence of such a person was known in Camden Place. At last, it became necessary to speak of her. Sir Walter, Elizabeth and Mrs Clay, returned one morning from Laura Place, with a sudden invitation from Lady Dalrymple for the same evening, and Anne was already engaged, to spend that evening in Westgate Buildings. She was not sorry for the excuse. They were only asked, she was sure, because Lady Dalrymple being kept at home by a bad cold, was glad to make use of the relationship which had been so pressed on her; and she declined on her own account with great alacrity \u2014"}, {"quote": "\u201cShe was engaged to spend the evening with an old schoolfellow.", "context": "Anne had called several times on her friend, before the existence of such a person was known in Camden Place. At last, it became necessary to speak of her. Sir Walter, Elizabeth and Mrs Clay, returned one morning from Laura Place, with a sudden invitation from Lady Dalrymple for the same evening, and Anne was already engaged, to spend that evening in Westgate Buildings. She was not sorry for the excuse. They were only asked, she was sure, because Lady Dalrymple being kept at home by a bad cold, was glad to make use of the relationship which had been so pressed on her; and she declined on her own account with great alacrity \u2014 \u201cShe was engaged to spend the evening with an old schoolfellow.\u201d They were not much interested in anything relative to Anne; but still there were questions enough asked, to make it understood what this old schoolfellow was; and Elizabeth was disdainful, and Sir Walter severe.\n\n\u201cWestgate Buildings!\u201d said he, \u201cand who is Miss Anne Elliot to be visiting in Westgate Buildings? A Mrs Smith. A widow Mrs Smith; and who was her husband? One of five thousand Mr Smiths whose names are to be met with everywhere. And what is her attraction? That she is old and sickly. Upon my word, Miss Anne Elliot, you have the most extraordinary taste! Everything that revolts other people, low company, paltry rooms, foul air, disgusting associations are inviting to you. But surely you may put off this old lady till to-morrow: she is not so near her end, I presume, but that she may hope to see another day. What is her age? Forty?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWestgate Buildings!", "context": "Anne had called several times on her friend, before the existence of such a person was known in Camden Place. At last, it became necessary to speak of her. Sir Walter, Elizabeth and Mrs Clay, returned one morning from Laura Place, with a sudden invitation from Lady Dalrymple for the same evening, and Anne was already engaged, to spend that evening in Westgate Buildings. She was not sorry for the excuse. They were only asked, she was sure, because Lady Dalrymple being kept at home by a bad cold, was glad to make use of the relationship which had been so pressed on her; and she declined on her own account with great alacrity \u2014 \u201cShe was engaged to spend the evening with an old schoolfellow.\u201d They were not much interested in anything relative to Anne; but still there were questions enough asked, to make it understood what this old schoolfellow was; and Elizabeth was disdainful, and Sir Walter severe.\n\n\u201cWestgate Buildings!\u201d said he, \u201cand who is Miss Anne Elliot to be visiting in Westgate Buildings? A Mrs Smith. A widow Mrs Smith; and who was her husband? One of five thousand Mr Smiths whose names are to be met with everywhere. And what is her attraction? That she is old and sickly. Upon my word, Miss Anne Elliot, you have the most extraordinary taste! Everything that revolts other people, low company, paltry rooms, foul air, disgusting associations are inviting to you. But surely you may put off this old lady till to-morrow: she is not so near her end, I presume, but that she may hope to see another day. What is her age? Forty?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cand who is Miss Anne Elliot to be visiting in Westgate Buildings? A Mrs Smith. A widow Mrs Smith; and who was her husband? One of five thousand Mr Smiths whose names are to be met with everywhere. And what is her attraction? That she is old and sickly. Upon my word, Miss Anne Elliot, you have the most extraordinary taste! Everything that revolts other people, low company, paltry rooms, foul air, disgusting associations are inviting to you. But surely you may put off this old lady till to-morrow: she is not so near her end, I presume, but that she may hope to see another day. What is her age? Forty?\u201d", "context": "Anne had called several times on her friend, before the existence of such a person was known in Camden Place. At last, it became necessary to speak of her. Sir Walter, Elizabeth and Mrs Clay, returned one morning from Laura Place, with a sudden invitation from Lady Dalrymple for the same evening, and Anne was already engaged, to spend that evening in Westgate Buildings. She was not sorry for the excuse. They were only asked, she was sure, because Lady Dalrymple being kept at home by a bad cold, was glad to make use of the relationship which had been so pressed on her; and she declined on her own account with great alacrity \u2014 \u201cShe was engaged to spend the evening with an old schoolfellow.\u201d They were not much interested in anything relative to Anne; but still there were questions enough asked, to make it understood what this old schoolfellow was; and Elizabeth was disdainful, and Sir Walter severe.\n\n\u201cWestgate Buildings!\u201d said he, \u201cand who is Miss Anne Elliot to be visiting in Westgate Buildings? A Mrs Smith. A widow Mrs Smith; and who was her husband? One of five thousand Mr Smiths whose names are to be met with everywhere. And what is her attraction? That she is old and sickly. Upon my word, Miss Anne Elliot, you have the most extraordinary taste! Everything that revolts other people, low company, paltry rooms, foul air, disgusting associations are inviting to you. But surely you may put off this old lady till to-morrow: she is not so near her end, I presume, but that she may hope to see another day. What is her age? Forty?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sir, she is not one-and-thirty; but I do not think I can put off my engagement, because it is the only evening for some time which will at once suit her and myself. She goes into the warm bath to-morrow, and for the rest of the week, you know, we are engaged.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what does Lady Russell think of this acquaintance?\u201d asked Elizabeth.\n\n\u201cShe sees nothing to blame in it,\u201d replied Anne; \u201con the contrary, she approves it, and has generally taken me when I have called on Mrs Smith.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNo, sir, she is not one-and-thirty; but I do not think I can put off my engagement, because it is the only evening for some time which will at once suit her and myself. She goes into the warm bath to-morrow, and for the rest of the week, you know, we are engaged.\u201d", "context": "\u201cand who is Miss Anne Elliot to be visiting in Westgate Buildings? A Mrs Smith. A widow Mrs Smith; and who was her husband? One of five thousand Mr Smiths whose names are to be met with everywhere. And what is her attraction? That she is old and sickly. Upon my word, Miss Anne Elliot, you have the most extraordinary taste! Everything that revolts other people, low company, paltry rooms, foul air, disgusting associations are inviting to you. But surely you may put off this old lady till to-morrow: she is not so near her end, I presume, but that she may hope to see another day. What is her age? Forty?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sir, she is not one-and-thirty; but I do not think I can put off my engagement, because it is the only evening for some time which will at once suit her and myself. She goes into the warm bath to-morrow, and for the rest of the week, you know, we are engaged.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what does Lady Russell think of this acquaintance?\u201d asked Elizabeth.\n\n\u201cShe sees nothing to blame in it,\u201d replied Anne; \u201con the contrary, she approves it, and has generally taken me when I have called on Mrs Smith.\u201d\n\n\u201cWestgate Buildings must have been rather surprised by the appearance of a carriage drawn up near its pavement,\u201d observed Sir Walter. \u201cSir Henry Russell\u2019s widow, indeed, has no honours to distinguish her arms, but still it is a handsome equipage, and no doubt is well known to convey a Miss Elliot. A widow Mrs Smith lodging in Westgate Buildings! A poor widow barely able to live, between thirty and forty; a mere Mrs Smith, an every-day Mrs Smith, of all people and all names in the world, to be the chosen friend of Miss Anne Elliot, and to be preferred by her to her own family connections among the nobility of England and Ireland! Mrs Smith! Such a name!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut what does Lady Russell think of this acquaintance?", "context": "\u201cand who is Miss Anne Elliot to be visiting in Westgate Buildings? A Mrs Smith. A widow Mrs Smith; and who was her husband? One of five thousand Mr Smiths whose names are to be met with everywhere. And what is her attraction? That she is old and sickly. Upon my word, Miss Anne Elliot, you have the most extraordinary taste! Everything that revolts other people, low company, paltry rooms, foul air, disgusting associations are inviting to you. But surely you may put off this old lady till to-morrow: she is not so near her end, I presume, but that she may hope to see another day. What is her age? Forty?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sir, she is not one-and-thirty; but I do not think I can put off my engagement, because it is the only evening for some time which will at once suit her and myself. She goes into the warm bath to-morrow, and for the rest of the week, you know, we are engaged.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what does Lady Russell think of this acquaintance?\u201d asked Elizabeth.\n\n\u201cShe sees nothing to blame in it,\u201d replied Anne; \u201con the contrary, she approves it, and has generally taken me when I have called on Mrs Smith.\u201d\n\n\u201cWestgate Buildings must have been rather surprised by the appearance of a carriage drawn up near its pavement,\u201d observed Sir Walter. \u201cSir Henry Russell\u2019s widow, indeed, has no honours to distinguish her arms, but still it is a handsome equipage, and no doubt is well known to convey a Miss Elliot. A widow Mrs Smith lodging in Westgate Buildings! A poor widow barely able to live, between thirty and forty; a mere Mrs Smith, an every-day Mrs Smith, of all people and all names in the world, to be the chosen friend of Miss Anne Elliot, and to be preferred by her to her own family connections among the nobility of England and Ireland! Mrs Smith! Such a name!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cShe sees nothing to blame in it,", "context": "\u201cand who is Miss Anne Elliot to be visiting in Westgate Buildings? A Mrs Smith. A widow Mrs Smith; and who was her husband? One of five thousand Mr Smiths whose names are to be met with everywhere. And what is her attraction? That she is old and sickly. Upon my word, Miss Anne Elliot, you have the most extraordinary taste! Everything that revolts other people, low company, paltry rooms, foul air, disgusting associations are inviting to you. But surely you may put off this old lady till to-morrow: she is not so near her end, I presume, but that she may hope to see another day. What is her age? Forty?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sir, she is not one-and-thirty; but I do not think I can put off my engagement, because it is the only evening for some time which will at once suit her and myself. She goes into the warm bath to-morrow, and for the rest of the week, you know, we are engaged.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what does Lady Russell think of this acquaintance?\u201d asked Elizabeth.\n\n\u201cShe sees nothing to blame in it,\u201d replied Anne; \u201con the contrary, she approves it, and has generally taken me when I have called on Mrs Smith.\u201d\n\n\u201cWestgate Buildings must have been rather surprised by the appearance of a carriage drawn up near its pavement,\u201d observed Sir Walter. \u201cSir Henry Russell\u2019s widow, indeed, has no honours to distinguish her arms, but still it is a handsome equipage, and no doubt is well known to convey a Miss Elliot. A widow Mrs Smith lodging in Westgate Buildings! A poor widow barely able to live, between thirty and forty; a mere Mrs Smith, an every-day Mrs Smith, of all people and all names in the world, to be the chosen friend of Miss Anne Elliot, and to be preferred by her to her own family connections among the nobility of England and Ireland! Mrs Smith! Such a name!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201con the contrary, she approves it, and has generally taken me when I have called on Mrs Smith.\u201d", "context": "\u201cand who is Miss Anne Elliot to be visiting in Westgate Buildings? A Mrs Smith. A widow Mrs Smith; and who was her husband? One of five thousand Mr Smiths whose names are to be met with everywhere. And what is her attraction? That she is old and sickly. Upon my word, Miss Anne Elliot, you have the most extraordinary taste! Everything that revolts other people, low company, paltry rooms, foul air, disgusting associations are inviting to you. But surely you may put off this old lady till to-morrow: she is not so near her end, I presume, but that she may hope to see another day. What is her age? Forty?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, sir, she is not one-and-thirty; but I do not think I can put off my engagement, because it is the only evening for some time which will at once suit her and myself. She goes into the warm bath to-morrow, and for the rest of the week, you know, we are engaged.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what does Lady Russell think of this acquaintance?\u201d asked Elizabeth.\n\n\u201cShe sees nothing to blame in it,\u201d replied Anne; \u201con the contrary, she approves it, and has generally taken me when I have called on Mrs Smith.\u201d\n\n\u201cWestgate Buildings must have been rather surprised by the appearance of a carriage drawn up near its pavement,\u201d observed Sir Walter. \u201cSir Henry Russell\u2019s widow, indeed, has no honours to distinguish her arms, but still it is a handsome equipage, and no doubt is well known to convey a Miss Elliot. A widow Mrs Smith lodging in Westgate Buildings! A poor widow barely able to live, between thirty and forty; a mere Mrs Smith, an every-day Mrs Smith, of all people and all names in the world, to be the chosen friend of Miss Anne Elliot, and to be preferred by her to her own family connections among the nobility of England and Ireland! Mrs Smith! Such a name!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWestgate Buildings must have been rather surprised by the appearance of a carriage drawn up near its pavement,", "context": "\u201cNo, sir, she is not one-and-thirty; but I do not think I can put off my engagement, because it is the only evening for some time which will at once suit her and myself. She goes into the warm bath to-morrow, and for the rest of the week, you know, we are engaged.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what does Lady Russell think of this acquaintance?\u201d asked Elizabeth.\n\n\u201cShe sees nothing to blame in it,\u201d replied Anne; \u201con the contrary, she approves it, and has generally taken me when I have called on Mrs Smith.\u201d\n\n\u201cWestgate Buildings must have been rather surprised by the appearance of a carriage drawn up near its pavement,\u201d observed Sir Walter. \u201cSir Henry Russell\u2019s widow, indeed, has no honours to distinguish her arms, but still it is a handsome equipage, and no doubt is well known to convey a Miss Elliot. A widow Mrs Smith lodging in Westgate Buildings! A poor widow barely able to live, between thirty and forty; a mere Mrs Smith, an every-day Mrs Smith, of all people and all names in the world, to be the chosen friend of Miss Anne Elliot, and to be preferred by her to her own family connections among the nobility of England and Ireland! Mrs Smith! Such a name!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cSir Henry Russell\u2019s widow, indeed, has no honours to distinguish her arms, but still it is a handsome equipage, and no doubt is well known to convey a Miss Elliot. A widow Mrs Smith lodging in Westgate Buildings! A poor widow barely able to live, between thirty and forty; a mere Mrs Smith, an every-day Mrs Smith, of all people and all names in the world, to be the chosen friend of Miss Anne Elliot, and to be preferred by her to her own family connections among the nobility of England and Ireland! Mrs Smith! Such a name!\u201d", "context": "\u201cNo, sir, she is not one-and-thirty; but I do not think I can put off my engagement, because it is the only evening for some time which will at once suit her and myself. She goes into the warm bath to-morrow, and for the rest of the week, you know, we are engaged.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut what does Lady Russell think of this acquaintance?\u201d asked Elizabeth.\n\n\u201cShe sees nothing to blame in it,\u201d replied Anne; \u201con the contrary, she approves it, and has generally taken me when I have called on Mrs Smith.\u201d\n\n\u201cWestgate Buildings must have been rather surprised by the appearance of a carriage drawn up near its pavement,\u201d observed Sir Walter. \u201cSir Henry Russell\u2019s widow, indeed, has no honours to distinguish her arms, but still it is a handsome equipage, and no doubt is well known to convey a Miss Elliot. A widow Mrs Smith lodging in Westgate Buildings! A poor widow barely able to live, between thirty and forty; a mere Mrs Smith, an every-day Mrs Smith, of all people and all names in the world, to be the chosen friend of Miss Anne Elliot, and to be preferred by her to her own family connections among the nobility of England and Ireland! Mrs Smith! Such a name!\u201d\n\nMrs Clay, who had been present while all this passed, now thought it advisable to leave the room, and Anne could have said much, and did long to say a little in defence of her friend\u2019s not very dissimilar claims to theirs, but her sense of personal respect to her father prevented her. She made no reply. She left it to himself to recollect, that Mrs Smith was not the only widow in Bath between thirty and forty, with little to live on, and no surname of dignity."}, {"quote": "\u201cI am no match-maker, as you well know,", "context": "Lady Russell was now perfectly decided in her opinion of Mr Elliot. She was as much convinced of his meaning to gain Anne in time as of his deserving her, and was beginning to calculate the number of weeks which would free him from all the remaining restraints of widowhood, and leave him at liberty to exert his most open powers of pleasing. She would not speak to Anne with half the certainty she felt on the subject, she would venture on little more than hints of what might be hereafter, of a possible attachment on his side, of the desirableness of the alliance, supposing such attachment to be real and returned. Anne heard her, and made no violent exclamations; she only smiled, blushed, and gently shook her head.\n\n\u201cI am no match-maker, as you well know,\u201d said Lady Russell, \u201cbeing much too well aware of the uncertainty of all human events and calculations. I only mean that if Mr Elliot should some time hence pay his addresses to you, and if you should be disposed to accept him, I think there would be every possibility of your being happy together. A most suitable connection everybody must consider it, but I think it might be a very happy one.\u201d\n\n\u201cMr Elliot is an exceedingly agreeable man, and in many respects I think highly of him,\u201d said Anne;"}, {"quote": "\u201cbeing much too well aware of the uncertainty of all human events and calculations. I only mean that if Mr Elliot should some time hence pay his addresses to you, and if you should be disposed to accept him, I think there would be every possibility of your being happy together. A most suitable connection everybody must consider it, but I think it might be a very happy one.\u201d", "context": "Lady Russell was now perfectly decided in her opinion of Mr Elliot. She was as much convinced of his meaning to gain Anne in time as of his deserving her, and was beginning to calculate the number of weeks which would free him from all the remaining restraints of widowhood, and leave him at liberty to exert his most open powers of pleasing. She would not speak to Anne with half the certainty she felt on the subject, she would venture on little more than hints of what might be hereafter, of a possible attachment on his side, of the desirableness of the alliance, supposing such attachment to be real and returned. Anne heard her, and made no violent exclamations; she only smiled, blushed, and gently shook her head.\n\n\u201cI am no match-maker, as you well know,\u201d said Lady Russell, \u201cbeing much too well aware of the uncertainty of all human events and calculations. I only mean that if Mr Elliot should some time hence pay his addresses to you, and if you should be disposed to accept him, I think there would be every possibility of your being happy together. A most suitable connection everybody must consider it, but I think it might be a very happy one.\u201d\n\n\u201cMr Elliot is an exceedingly agreeable man, and in many respects I think highly of him,\u201d said Anne; \u201cbut we should not suit.\u201d\n\nLady Russell let this pass, and only said in rejoinder, \u201cI own that to be able to regard you as the future mistress of Kellynch, the future Lady Elliot, to look forward and see you occupying your dear mother\u2019s place, succeeding to all her rights, and all her popularity, as well as to all her virtues, would be the highest possible gratification to me. You are your mother\u2019s self in countenance and disposition; and if I might be allowed to fancy you such as she was, in situation and name, and home, presiding and blessing in the same spot, and only superior to her in being more highly valued! My dearest Anne, it would give me more delight than is often felt at my time of life!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cMr Elliot is an exceedingly agreeable man, and in many respects I think highly of him,", "context": "Lady Russell was now perfectly decided in her opinion of Mr Elliot. She was as much convinced of his meaning to gain Anne in time as of his deserving her, and was beginning to calculate the number of weeks which would free him from all the remaining restraints of widowhood, and leave him at liberty to exert his most open powers of pleasing. She would not speak to Anne with half the certainty she felt on the subject, she would venture on little more than hints of what might be hereafter, of a possible attachment on his side, of the desirableness of the alliance, supposing such attachment to be real and returned. Anne heard her, and made no violent exclamations; she only smiled, blushed, and gently shook her head.\n\n\u201cI am no match-maker, as you well know,\u201d said Lady Russell, \u201cbeing much too well aware of the uncertainty of all human events and calculations. I only mean that if Mr Elliot should some time hence pay his addresses to you, and if you should be disposed to accept him, I think there would be every possibility of your being happy together. A most suitable connection everybody must consider it, but I think it might be a very happy one.\u201d\n\n\u201cMr Elliot is an exceedingly agreeable man, and in many respects I think highly of him,\u201d said Anne; \u201cbut we should not suit.\u201d\n\nLady Russell let this pass, and only said in rejoinder, \u201cI own that to be able to regard you as the future mistress of Kellynch, the future Lady Elliot, to look forward and see you occupying your dear mother\u2019s place, succeeding to all her rights, and all her popularity, as well as to all her virtues, would be the highest possible gratification to me. You are your mother\u2019s self in countenance and disposition; and if I might be allowed to fancy you such as she was, in situation and name, and home, presiding and blessing in the same spot, and only superior to her in being more highly valued! My dearest Anne, it would give me more delight than is often felt at my time of life!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cbut we should not suit.\u201d", "context": "\u201d said Lady Russell, \u201cbeing much too well aware of the uncertainty of all human events and calculations. I only mean that if Mr Elliot should some time hence pay his addresses to you, and if you should be disposed to accept him, I think there would be every possibility of your being happy together. A most suitable connection everybody must consider it, but I think it might be a very happy one.\u201d\n\n\u201cMr Elliot is an exceedingly agreeable man, and in many respects I think highly of him,\u201d said Anne; \u201cbut we should not suit.\u201d\n\nLady Russell let this pass, and only said in rejoinder, \u201cI own that to be able to regard you as the future mistress of Kellynch, the future Lady Elliot, to look forward and see you occupying your dear mother\u2019s place, succeeding to all her rights, and all her popularity, as well as to all her virtues, would be the highest possible gratification to me. You are your mother\u2019s self in countenance and disposition; and if I might be allowed to fancy you such as she was, in situation and name, and home, presiding and blessing in the same spot, and only superior to her in being more highly valued! My dearest Anne, it would give me more delight than is often felt at my time of life!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI own that to be able to regard you as the future mistress of Kellynch, the future Lady Elliot, to look forward and see you occupying your dear mother\u2019s place, succeeding to all her rights, and all her popularity, as well as to all her virtues, would be the highest possible gratification to me. You are your mother\u2019s self in countenance and disposition; and if I might be allowed to fancy you such as she was, in situation and name, and home, presiding and blessing in the same spot, and only superior to her in being more highly valued! My dearest Anne, it would give me more delight than is often felt at my time of life!\u201d", "context": "\u201cbeing much too well aware of the uncertainty of all human events and calculations. I only mean that if Mr Elliot should some time hence pay his addresses to you, and if you should be disposed to accept him, I think there would be every possibility of your being happy together. A most suitable connection everybody must consider it, but I think it might be a very happy one.\u201d\n\n\u201cMr Elliot is an exceedingly agreeable man, and in many respects I think highly of him,\u201d said Anne; \u201cbut we should not suit.\u201d\n\nLady Russell let this pass, and only said in rejoinder, \u201cI own that to be able to regard you as the future mistress of Kellynch, the future Lady Elliot, to look forward and see you occupying your dear mother\u2019s place, succeeding to all her rights, and all her popularity, as well as to all her virtues, would be the highest possible gratification to me. You are your mother\u2019s self in countenance and disposition; and if I might be allowed to fancy you such as she was, in situation and name, and home, presiding and blessing in the same spot, and only superior to her in being more highly valued! My dearest Anne, it would give me more delight than is often felt at my time of life!\u201d\n\nAnne was obliged to turn away, to rise, to walk to a distant table, and, leaning there in pretended employment, try to subdue the feelings this picture excited. For a few moments her imagination and her heart were bewitched. The idea of becoming what her mother had been; of having the precious name of \u201cLady Elliot\u201d first revived in herself; of being restored to Kellynch, calling it her home again, her home for ever, was a charm which she could not immediately resist. Lady Russell said not another word, willing to leave the matter to its own operation; and believing that, could Mr Elliot at that moment with propriety have spoken for himself! \u2014 she believed, in short, what Anne did not believe. The same image of Mr Elliot speaking for himself brought Anne to composure again. The charm of Kellynch and of \u201cLady Elliot\u201d all faded away. She never could accept him. And it was not only that her feelings were still adverse to any man save one; her judgement, on a serious consideration of the possibilities of such a case, was against Mr Elliot."}, {"quote": "\u201cLady Elliot", "context": "\u201cI own that to be able to regard you as the future mistress of Kellynch, the future Lady Elliot, to look forward and see you occupying your dear mother\u2019s place, succeeding to all her rights, and all her popularity, as well as to all her virtues, would be the highest possible gratification to me. You are your mother\u2019s self in countenance and disposition; and if I might be allowed to fancy you such as she was, in situation and name, and home, presiding and blessing in the same spot, and only superior to her in being more highly valued! My dearest Anne, it would give me more delight than is often felt at my time of life!\u201d\n\nAnne was obliged to turn away, to rise, to walk to a distant table, and, leaning there in pretended employment, try to subdue the feelings this picture excited. For a few moments her imagination and her heart were bewitched. The idea of becoming what her mother had been; of having the precious name of \u201cLady Elliot\u201d first revived in herself; of being restored to Kellynch, calling it her home again, her home for ever, was a charm which she could not immediately resist. Lady Russell said not another word, willing to leave the matter to its own operation; and believing that, could Mr Elliot at that moment with propriety have spoken for himself! \u2014 she believed, in short, what Anne did not believe. The same image of Mr Elliot speaking for himself brought Anne to composure again. The charm of Kellynch and of \u201cLady Elliot\u201d all faded away. She never could accept him. And it was not only that her feelings were still adverse to any man save one; her judgement, on a serious consideration of the possibilities of such a case, was against Mr Elliot."}, {"quote": "\u201cFelix knows Paris as well as he knows London,", "context": "THE conference between Lady Lydiard and Mr. Troy, on the way back to London, led to some practical results.\n\nHearing from her legal adviser that the inquiry after the missing money was for a moment at a standstill, Lady Lydiard made one of those bold suggestions with which she was accustomed to startle her friends in cases of emergency. She had heard favorable reports of the extraordinary ingenuity of the French police; and she now proposed sending to Paris for assistance, after first consulting her nephew, Mr. Felix Sweetsir. \u201cFelix knows Paris as well as he knows London,\u201d she remarked. \u201cHe is an idle man, and it is quite likely that he will relieve us of all trouble by taking the matter into his own hands. In any case, he is sure to know who are the right people to address in our present necessity. What do you say?\u201d\n\nMr. Troy, in reply, expressed his doubts as to the wisdom of employing foreigners in a delicate investigation which required an accurate knowledge of English customs and English character. Waiving this objection, he approved of the idea of consulting her Ladyship\u2019s nephew."}, {"quote": "\u201cHe is an idle man, and it is quite likely that he will relieve us of all trouble by taking the matter into his own hands. In any case, he is sure to know who are the right people to address in our present necessity. What do you say?\u201d", "context": "Hearing from her legal adviser that the inquiry after the missing money was for a moment at a standstill, Lady Lydiard made one of those bold suggestions with which she was accustomed to startle her friends in cases of emergency. She had heard favorable reports of the extraordinary ingenuity of the French police; and she now proposed sending to Paris for assistance, after first consulting her nephew, Mr. Felix Sweetsir. \u201cFelix knows Paris as well as he knows London,\u201d she remarked. \u201cHe is an idle man, and it is quite likely that he will relieve us of all trouble by taking the matter into his own hands. In any case, he is sure to know who are the right people to address in our present necessity. What do you say?\u201d\n\nMr. Troy, in reply, expressed his doubts as to the wisdom of employing foreigners in a delicate investigation which required an accurate knowledge of English customs and English character. Waiving this objection, he approved of the idea of consulting her Ladyship\u2019s nephew. \u201cMr. Sweetsir is a man of the world,\u201d he said. \u201cIn putting the case before him, we are sure to have it presented to us from a new point of view.\u201d Acting on this favorable expression of opinion, Lady Lydiard wrote to her nephew. On the day after the visit to Miss Pink, the proposed council of three was held at Lady Lydiard\u2019s house."}, {"quote": "\u201cMr. Sweetsir is a man of the world,", "context": "\u201cHe is an idle man, and it is quite likely that he will relieve us of all trouble by taking the matter into his own hands. In any case, he is sure to know who are the right people to address in our present necessity. What do you say?\u201d\n\nMr. Troy, in reply, expressed his doubts as to the wisdom of employing foreigners in a delicate investigation which required an accurate knowledge of English customs and English character. Waiving this objection, he approved of the idea of consulting her Ladyship\u2019s nephew. \u201cMr. Sweetsir is a man of the world,\u201d he said. \u201cIn putting the case before him, we are sure to have it presented to us from a new point of view.\u201d Acting on this favorable expression of opinion, Lady Lydiard wrote to her nephew. On the day after the visit to Miss Pink, the proposed council of three was held at Lady Lydiard\u2019s house.\n\nFelix, never punctual at keeping an appointment, was even later than usual on this occasion. He made his apologies with his hand pressed upon his forehead, and his voice expressive of the languor and discouragement of a suffering man."}, {"quote": "\u201cIn putting the case before him, we are sure to have it presented to us from a new point of view.", "context": "\u201cHe is an idle man, and it is quite likely that he will relieve us of all trouble by taking the matter into his own hands. In any case, he is sure to know who are the right people to address in our present necessity. What do you say?\u201d\n\nMr. Troy, in reply, expressed his doubts as to the wisdom of employing foreigners in a delicate investigation which required an accurate knowledge of English customs and English character. Waiving this objection, he approved of the idea of consulting her Ladyship\u2019s nephew. \u201cMr. Sweetsir is a man of the world,\u201d he said. \u201cIn putting the case before him, we are sure to have it presented to us from a new point of view.\u201d Acting on this favorable expression of opinion, Lady Lydiard wrote to her nephew. On the day after the visit to Miss Pink, the proposed council of three was held at Lady Lydiard\u2019s house.\n\nFelix, never punctual at keeping an appointment, was even later than usual on this occasion. He made his apologies with his hand pressed upon his forehead, and his voice expressive of the languor and discouragement of a suffering man.\n\n\u201cThe beastly English climate is telling on my nerves"}, {"quote": "\u201cThe beastly English climate is telling on my nerves,", "context": "\u201cIn putting the case before him, we are sure to have it presented to us from a new point of view.\u201d Acting on this favorable expression of opinion, Lady Lydiard wrote to her nephew. On the day after the visit to Miss Pink, the proposed council of three was held at Lady Lydiard\u2019s house.\n\nFelix, never punctual at keeping an appointment, was even later than usual on this occasion. He made his apologies with his hand pressed upon his forehead, and his voice expressive of the languor and discouragement of a suffering man.\n\n\u201cThe beastly English climate is telling on my nerves,\u201d said Mr. Sweetsir -- \u201cthe horrid weight of the atmosphere, after the exhilarating air of Paris; the intolerable dirt and dullness of London, you know. I was in bed, my dear aunt, when I received your letter. You may imagine the completely demoralised state I was in, when I tell you of the effect which the news of the robbery produced on me. I fell back on my pillow, as if I had been shot. Your Ladyship should really be a little more careful in communicating these disagreeable surprises to a sensitively-organised man. Never mind -- my valet is a perfect treasure; he brought me some drops of ether on a lump of sugar. I said, \u2018Alfred\u2019 (his name is Alfred), \u2018put me into my clothes!\u2019 Alfred put me in. I assure you it reminded me of my young days, when I was put into my first pair of trousers. Has Alfred forgotten anything? Have I got my braces on? Have I come out in my shirt-sleeves? Well, dear aunt; -- well, Mr. Troy! -- what can I say? What can I do?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou tell him,", "context": "\u201d said Mr. Sweetsir -- \u201cthe horrid weight of the atmosphere, after the exhilarating air of Paris; the intolerable dirt and dullness of London, you know. I was in bed, my dear aunt, when I received your letter. You may imagine the completely demoralised state I was in, when I tell you of the effect which the news of the robbery produced on me. I fell back on my pillow, as if I had been shot. Your Ladyship should really be a little more careful in communicating these disagreeable surprises to a sensitively-organised man. Never mind -- my valet is a perfect treasure; he brought me some drops of ether on a lump of sugar. I said, \u2018Alfred\u2019 (his name is Alfred), \u2018put me into my clothes!\u2019 Alfred put me in. I assure you it reminded me of my young days, when I was put into my first pair of trousers. Has Alfred forgotten anything? Have I got my braces on? Have I come out in my shirt-sleeves? Well, dear aunt; -- well, Mr. Troy! -- what can I say? What can I do?\u201d\n\nLady Lydiard, entirely without sympathy for nervous suffering, nodded to the lawyer. \u201cYou tell him,\u201d she said.\n\n\u201cI believe I speak for her Ladyship,\u201d Mr. Troy began, \u201cwhen I say that we should like to hear, in the first place, how the whole case strikes you, Mr. Sweetsir?\u201d\n\n\u201cTell it me all over again,\u201d said Felix.\n\nPatient Mr. Troy told it all over again -- and waited for the result.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Mr. Troy. \u201cWhere does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion? You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI believe I speak for her Ladyship,", "context": "\u201d said Mr. Sweetsir -- \u201cthe horrid weight of the atmosphere, after the exhilarating air of Paris; the intolerable dirt and dullness of London, you know. I was in bed, my dear aunt, when I received your letter. You may imagine the completely demoralised state I was in, when I tell you of the effect which the news of the robbery produced on me. I fell back on my pillow, as if I had been shot. Your Ladyship should really be a little more careful in communicating these disagreeable surprises to a sensitively-organised man. Never mind -- my valet is a perfect treasure; he brought me some drops of ether on a lump of sugar. I said, \u2018Alfred\u2019 (his name is Alfred), \u2018put me into my clothes!\u2019 Alfred put me in. I assure you it reminded me of my young days, when I was put into my first pair of trousers. Has Alfred forgotten anything? Have I got my braces on? Have I come out in my shirt-sleeves? Well, dear aunt; -- well, Mr. Troy! -- what can I say? What can I do?\u201d\n\nLady Lydiard, entirely without sympathy for nervous suffering, nodded to the lawyer. \u201cYou tell him,\u201d she said.\n\n\u201cI believe I speak for her Ladyship,\u201d Mr. Troy began, \u201cwhen I say that we should like to hear, in the first place, how the whole case strikes you, Mr. Sweetsir?\u201d\n\n\u201cTell it me all over again,\u201d said Felix.\n\nPatient Mr. Troy told it all over again -- and waited for the result.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Mr. Troy. \u201cWhere does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion? You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mentioned a clergyman just now"}, {"quote": "\u201cwhen I say that we should like to hear, in the first place, how the whole case strikes you, Mr. Sweetsir?\u201d", "context": "\u201d said Mr. Sweetsir -- \u201cthe horrid weight of the atmosphere, after the exhilarating air of Paris; the intolerable dirt and dullness of London, you know. I was in bed, my dear aunt, when I received your letter. You may imagine the completely demoralised state I was in, when I tell you of the effect which the news of the robbery produced on me. I fell back on my pillow, as if I had been shot. Your Ladyship should really be a little more careful in communicating these disagreeable surprises to a sensitively-organised man. Never mind -- my valet is a perfect treasure; he brought me some drops of ether on a lump of sugar. I said, \u2018Alfred\u2019 (his name is Alfred), \u2018put me into my clothes!\u2019 Alfred put me in. I assure you it reminded me of my young days, when I was put into my first pair of trousers. Has Alfred forgotten anything? Have I got my braces on? Have I come out in my shirt-sleeves? Well, dear aunt; -- well, Mr. Troy! -- what can I say? What can I do?\u201d\n\nLady Lydiard, entirely without sympathy for nervous suffering, nodded to the lawyer. \u201cYou tell him,\u201d she said.\n\n\u201cI believe I speak for her Ladyship,\u201d Mr. Troy began, \u201cwhen I say that we should like to hear, in the first place, how the whole case strikes you, Mr. Sweetsir?\u201d\n\n\u201cTell it me all over again,\u201d said Felix.\n\nPatient Mr. Troy told it all over again -- and waited for the result.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Mr. Troy. \u201cWhere does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion? You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mentioned a clergyman just now,\u201d said Felix. \u201cThe man, you know, to whom the money was sent. What was his name?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cTell it me all over again,", "context": "\u201d said Mr. Sweetsir -- \u201cthe horrid weight of the atmosphere, after the exhilarating air of Paris; the intolerable dirt and dullness of London, you know. I was in bed, my dear aunt, when I received your letter. You may imagine the completely demoralised state I was in, when I tell you of the effect which the news of the robbery produced on me. I fell back on my pillow, as if I had been shot. Your Ladyship should really be a little more careful in communicating these disagreeable surprises to a sensitively-organised man. Never mind -- my valet is a perfect treasure; he brought me some drops of ether on a lump of sugar. I said, \u2018Alfred\u2019 (his name is Alfred), \u2018put me into my clothes!\u2019 Alfred put me in. I assure you it reminded me of my young days, when I was put into my first pair of trousers. Has Alfred forgotten anything? Have I got my braces on? Have I come out in my shirt-sleeves? Well, dear aunt; -- well, Mr. Troy! -- what can I say? What can I do?\u201d\n\nLady Lydiard, entirely without sympathy for nervous suffering, nodded to the lawyer. \u201cYou tell him,\u201d she said.\n\n\u201cI believe I speak for her Ladyship,\u201d Mr. Troy began, \u201cwhen I say that we should like to hear, in the first place, how the whole case strikes you, Mr. Sweetsir?\u201d\n\n\u201cTell it me all over again,\u201d said Felix.\n\nPatient Mr. Troy told it all over again -- and waited for the result.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Mr. Troy. \u201cWhere does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion? You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mentioned a clergyman just now,\u201d said Felix. \u201cThe man, you know, to whom the money was sent. What was his name?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou want me to name the person whom I suspect?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhere does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion? You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye.\u201d", "context": "Lady Lydiard, entirely without sympathy for nervous suffering, nodded to the lawyer. \u201cYou tell him,\u201d she said.\n\n\u201cI believe I speak for her Ladyship,\u201d Mr. Troy began, \u201cwhen I say that we should like to hear, in the first place, how the whole case strikes you, Mr. Sweetsir?\u201d\n\n\u201cTell it me all over again,\u201d said Felix.\n\nPatient Mr. Troy told it all over again -- and waited for the result.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Mr. Troy. \u201cWhere does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion? You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mentioned a clergyman just now,\u201d said Felix. \u201cThe man, you know, to whom the money was sent. What was his name?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou want me to name the person whom I suspect?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, if you please,\u201d said Mr. Troy.\n\n\u201cI suspect the Reverend Samuel Bradstock,\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cIf you have come here to make stupid jokes,\u201d interposed Lady Lydiard, \u201cyou had better go back to your bed again. We want a serious opinion.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou mentioned a clergyman just now,", "context": "\u201cI believe I speak for her Ladyship,\u201d Mr. Troy began, \u201cwhen I say that we should like to hear, in the first place, how the whole case strikes you, Mr. Sweetsir?\u201d\n\n\u201cTell it me all over again,\u201d said Felix.\n\nPatient Mr. Troy told it all over again -- and waited for the result.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Mr. Troy. \u201cWhere does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion? You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mentioned a clergyman just now,\u201d said Felix. \u201cThe man, you know, to whom the money was sent. What was his name?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou want me to name the person whom I suspect?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, if you please,\u201d said Mr. Troy.\n\n\u201cI suspect the Reverend Samuel Bradstock,\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cIf you have come here to make stupid jokes,\u201d interposed Lady Lydiard, \u201cyou had better go back to your bed again. We want a serious opinion.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have a serious opinion"}, {"quote": "\u201cThe man, you know, to whom the money was sent. What was his name?\u201d", "context": "\u201cwhen I say that we should like to hear, in the first place, how the whole case strikes you, Mr. Sweetsir?\u201d\n\n\u201cTell it me all over again,\u201d said Felix.\n\nPatient Mr. Troy told it all over again -- and waited for the result.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Mr. Troy. \u201cWhere does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion? You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mentioned a clergyman just now,\u201d said Felix. \u201cThe man, you know, to whom the money was sent. What was his name?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou want me to name the person whom I suspect?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, if you please,\u201d said Mr. Troy.\n\n\u201cI suspect the Reverend Samuel Bradstock,\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cIf you have come here to make stupid jokes,\u201d interposed Lady Lydiard, \u201cyou had better go back to your bed again. We want a serious opinion.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have a serious opinion,\u201d Felix coolly rejoined. \u201cI never was more in earnest in my life. Your Ladyship is not aware of the first principle to be adopted in cases of suspicion. One proceeds on what I will call the exhaustive system of reasoning. Thus: Does suspicion point to the honest servants downstairs? No. To your Ladyship\u2019s adopted daughter? Appearances are against the poor girl; but you know her better than to trust to appearances. Are you suspicious of Moody? No. Of Hardyman -- who was in the house at the time? Ridiculous! But I was in the house at the time, too. Do you suspect Me? Just so! That idea is ridiculous, too. Now let us sum up. Servants, adopted daughter, Moody, Hardyman, Sweetsir -- all beyond suspicion. Who is left? The Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThe Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d", "context": "\u201cwhen I say that we should like to hear, in the first place, how the whole case strikes you, Mr. Sweetsir?\u201d\n\n\u201cTell it me all over again,\u201d said Felix.\n\nPatient Mr. Troy told it all over again -- and waited for the result.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Mr. Troy. \u201cWhere does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion? You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mentioned a clergyman just now,\u201d said Felix. \u201cThe man, you know, to whom the money was sent. What was his name?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou want me to name the person whom I suspect?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, if you please,\u201d said Mr. Troy.\n\n\u201cI suspect the Reverend Samuel Bradstock,\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cIf you have come here to make stupid jokes,\u201d interposed Lady Lydiard, \u201cyou had better go back to your bed again. We want a serious opinion.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have a serious opinion,\u201d Felix coolly rejoined. \u201cI never was more in earnest in my life. Your Ladyship is not aware of the first principle to be adopted in cases of suspicion. One proceeds on what I will call the exhaustive system of reasoning. Thus: Does suspicion point to the honest servants downstairs? No. To your Ladyship\u2019s adopted daughter? Appearances are against the poor girl; but you know her better than to trust to appearances. Are you suspicious of Moody? No. Of Hardyman -- who was in the house at the time? Ridiculous! But I was in the house at the time, too. Do you suspect Me? Just so! That idea is ridiculous, too. Now let us sum up. Servants, adopted daughter, Moody, Hardyman, Sweetsir -- all beyond suspicion. Who is left? The Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou want me to name the person whom I suspect?\u201d", "context": "\u201cTell it me all over again,\u201d said Felix.\n\nPatient Mr. Troy told it all over again -- and waited for the result.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Mr. Troy. \u201cWhere does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion? You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mentioned a clergyman just now,\u201d said Felix. \u201cThe man, you know, to whom the money was sent. What was his name?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou want me to name the person whom I suspect?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, if you please,\u201d said Mr. Troy.\n\n\u201cI suspect the Reverend Samuel Bradstock,\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cIf you have come here to make stupid jokes,\u201d interposed Lady Lydiard, \u201cyou had better go back to your bed again. We want a serious opinion.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have a serious opinion,\u201d Felix coolly rejoined. \u201cI never was more in earnest in my life. Your Ladyship is not aware of the first principle to be adopted in cases of suspicion. One proceeds on what I will call the exhaustive system of reasoning. Thus: Does suspicion point to the honest servants downstairs? No. To your Ladyship\u2019s adopted daughter? Appearances are against the poor girl; but you know her better than to trust to appearances. Are you suspicious of Moody? No. Of Hardyman -- who was in the house at the time? Ridiculous! But I was in the house at the time, too. Do you suspect Me? Just so! That idea is ridiculous, too. Now let us sum up. Servants, adopted daughter, Moody, Hardyman, Sweetsir -- all beyond suspicion. Who is left? The Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYes, if you please,", "context": "Patient Mr. Troy told it all over again -- and waited for the result.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Mr. Troy. \u201cWhere does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion? You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mentioned a clergyman just now,\u201d said Felix. \u201cThe man, you know, to whom the money was sent. What was his name?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou want me to name the person whom I suspect?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, if you please,\u201d said Mr. Troy.\n\n\u201cI suspect the Reverend Samuel Bradstock,\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cIf you have come here to make stupid jokes,\u201d interposed Lady Lydiard, \u201cyou had better go back to your bed again. We want a serious opinion.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have a serious opinion,\u201d Felix coolly rejoined. \u201cI never was more in earnest in my life. Your Ladyship is not aware of the first principle to be adopted in cases of suspicion. One proceeds on what I will call the exhaustive system of reasoning. Thus: Does suspicion point to the honest servants downstairs? No. To your Ladyship\u2019s adopted daughter? Appearances are against the poor girl; but you know her better than to trust to appearances. Are you suspicious of Moody? No. Of Hardyman -- who was in the house at the time? Ridiculous! But I was in the house at the time, too. Do you suspect Me? Just so! That idea is ridiculous, too. Now let us sum up. Servants, adopted daughter, Moody, Hardyman, Sweetsir -- all beyond suspicion. Who is left? The Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI suspect the Reverend Samuel Bradstock,", "context": "Patient Mr. Troy told it all over again -- and waited for the result.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cWell?\u201d said Mr. Troy. \u201cWhere does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion? You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mentioned a clergyman just now,\u201d said Felix. \u201cThe man, you know, to whom the money was sent. What was his name?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou want me to name the person whom I suspect?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, if you please,\u201d said Mr. Troy.\n\n\u201cI suspect the Reverend Samuel Bradstock,\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cIf you have come here to make stupid jokes,\u201d interposed Lady Lydiard, \u201cyou had better go back to your bed again. We want a serious opinion.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have a serious opinion,\u201d Felix coolly rejoined. \u201cI never was more in earnest in my life. Your Ladyship is not aware of the first principle to be adopted in cases of suspicion. One proceeds on what I will call the exhaustive system of reasoning. Thus: Does suspicion point to the honest servants downstairs? No. To your Ladyship\u2019s adopted daughter? Appearances are against the poor girl; but you know her better than to trust to appearances. Are you suspicious of Moody? No. Of Hardyman -- who was in the house at the time? Ridiculous! But I was in the house at the time, too. Do you suspect Me? Just so! That idea is ridiculous, too. Now let us sum up. Servants, adopted daughter, Moody, Hardyman, Sweetsir -- all beyond suspicion. Who is left? The Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIf you have come here to make stupid jokes,", "context": "\u201cWell?\u201d said Mr. Troy. \u201cWhere does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion? You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mentioned a clergyman just now,\u201d said Felix. \u201cThe man, you know, to whom the money was sent. What was his name?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou want me to name the person whom I suspect?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, if you please,\u201d said Mr. Troy.\n\n\u201cI suspect the Reverend Samuel Bradstock,\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cIf you have come here to make stupid jokes,\u201d interposed Lady Lydiard, \u201cyou had better go back to your bed again. We want a serious opinion.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have a serious opinion,\u201d Felix coolly rejoined. \u201cI never was more in earnest in my life. Your Ladyship is not aware of the first principle to be adopted in cases of suspicion. One proceeds on what I will call the exhaustive system of reasoning. Thus: Does suspicion point to the honest servants downstairs? No. To your Ladyship\u2019s adopted daughter? Appearances are against the poor girl; but you know her better than to trust to appearances. Are you suspicious of Moody? No. Of Hardyman -- who was in the house at the time? Ridiculous! But I was in the house at the time, too. Do you suspect Me? Just so! That idea is ridiculous, too. Now let us sum up. Servants, adopted daughter, Moody, Hardyman, Sweetsir -- all beyond suspicion. Who is left? The Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cyou had better go back to your bed again. We want a serious opinion.\u201d", "context": "\u201cWhere does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion? You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou mentioned a clergyman just now,\u201d said Felix. \u201cThe man, you know, to whom the money was sent. What was his name?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou want me to name the person whom I suspect?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, if you please,\u201d said Mr. Troy.\n\n\u201cI suspect the Reverend Samuel Bradstock,\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cIf you have come here to make stupid jokes,\u201d interposed Lady Lydiard, \u201cyou had better go back to your bed again. We want a serious opinion.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have a serious opinion,\u201d Felix coolly rejoined. \u201cI never was more in earnest in my life. Your Ladyship is not aware of the first principle to be adopted in cases of suspicion. One proceeds on what I will call the exhaustive system of reasoning. Thus: Does suspicion point to the honest servants downstairs? No. To your Ladyship\u2019s adopted daughter? Appearances are against the poor girl; but you know her better than to trust to appearances. Are you suspicious of Moody? No. Of Hardyman -- who was in the house at the time? Ridiculous! But I was in the house at the time, too. Do you suspect Me? Just so! That idea is ridiculous, too. Now let us sum up. Servants, adopted daughter, Moody, Hardyman, Sweetsir -- all beyond suspicion. Who is left? The Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou have a serious opinion,", "context": "\u201cYou mentioned a clergyman just now,\u201d said Felix. \u201cThe man, you know, to whom the money was sent. What was his name?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou want me to name the person whom I suspect?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, if you please,\u201d said Mr. Troy.\n\n\u201cI suspect the Reverend Samuel Bradstock,\u201d said Felix.\n\n\u201cIf you have come here to make stupid jokes,\u201d interposed Lady Lydiard, \u201cyou had better go back to your bed again. We want a serious opinion.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have a serious opinion,\u201d Felix coolly rejoined. \u201cI never was more in earnest in my life. Your Ladyship is not aware of the first principle to be adopted in cases of suspicion. One proceeds on what I will call the exhaustive system of reasoning. Thus: Does suspicion point to the honest servants downstairs? No. To your Ladyship\u2019s adopted daughter? Appearances are against the poor girl; but you know her better than to trust to appearances. Are you suspicious of Moody? No. Of Hardyman -- who was in the house at the time? Ridiculous! But I was in the house at the time, too. Do you suspect Me? Just so! That idea is ridiculous, too. Now let us sum up. Servants, adopted daughter, Moody, Hardyman, Sweetsir -- all beyond suspicion. Who is left? The Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cthe exhaustive system of reasoning,", "context": "\u201d Felix coolly rejoined. \u201cI never was more in earnest in my life. Your Ladyship is not aware of the first principle to be adopted in cases of suspicion. One proceeds on what I will call the exhaustive system of reasoning. Thus: Does suspicion point to the honest servants downstairs? No. To your Ladyship\u2019s adopted daughter? Appearances are against the poor girl; but you know her better than to trust to appearances. Are you suspicious of Moody? No. Of Hardyman -- who was in the house at the time? Ridiculous! But I was in the house at the time, too. Do you suspect Me? Just so! That idea is ridiculous, too. Now let us sum up. Servants, adopted daughter, Moody, Hardyman, Sweetsir -- all beyond suspicion. Who is left? The Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\nThis ingenious exposition of \u201cthe exhaustive system of reasoning,\u201d failed to produce any effect on Lady Lydiard. \u201cYou are wasting our time,\u201d she said sharply. \u201cYou know as well as I do that you are talking nonsense.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t,\u201d said Felix. \u201cTaking the gentlemanly professions all round, I know of no men who are so eager to get money, and who have so few scruples about how they get it, as the parsons. Where is there a man in any other profession who perpetually worries you for money? -- who holds the bag under your nose for money? -- who sends his clerk round from door to door to beg a few shillings of you, and calls it an \u2018Easter offering\u2019? The parson does all this. Bradstock is a parson. I put it logically. Bowl me over, if you can.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou are wasting our time,", "context": "\u201d Felix coolly rejoined. \u201cI never was more in earnest in my life. Your Ladyship is not aware of the first principle to be adopted in cases of suspicion. One proceeds on what I will call the exhaustive system of reasoning. Thus: Does suspicion point to the honest servants downstairs? No. To your Ladyship\u2019s adopted daughter? Appearances are against the poor girl; but you know her better than to trust to appearances. Are you suspicious of Moody? No. Of Hardyman -- who was in the house at the time? Ridiculous! But I was in the house at the time, too. Do you suspect Me? Just so! That idea is ridiculous, too. Now let us sum up. Servants, adopted daughter, Moody, Hardyman, Sweetsir -- all beyond suspicion. Who is left? The Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\nThis ingenious exposition of \u201cthe exhaustive system of reasoning,\u201d failed to produce any effect on Lady Lydiard. \u201cYou are wasting our time,\u201d she said sharply. \u201cYou know as well as I do that you are talking nonsense.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t,\u201d said Felix. \u201cTaking the gentlemanly professions all round, I know of no men who are so eager to get money, and who have so few scruples about how they get it, as the parsons. Where is there a man in any other profession who perpetually worries you for money? -- who holds the bag under your nose for money? -- who sends his clerk round from door to door to beg a few shillings of you, and calls it an \u2018Easter offering\u2019? The parson does all this. Bradstock is a parson. I put it logically. Bowl me over, if you can.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou know as well as I do that you are talking nonsense.\u201d", "context": "\u201d Felix coolly rejoined. \u201cI never was more in earnest in my life. Your Ladyship is not aware of the first principle to be adopted in cases of suspicion. One proceeds on what I will call the exhaustive system of reasoning. Thus: Does suspicion point to the honest servants downstairs? No. To your Ladyship\u2019s adopted daughter? Appearances are against the poor girl; but you know her better than to trust to appearances. Are you suspicious of Moody? No. Of Hardyman -- who was in the house at the time? Ridiculous! But I was in the house at the time, too. Do you suspect Me? Just so! That idea is ridiculous, too. Now let us sum up. Servants, adopted daughter, Moody, Hardyman, Sweetsir -- all beyond suspicion. Who is left? The Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\nThis ingenious exposition of \u201cthe exhaustive system of reasoning,\u201d failed to produce any effect on Lady Lydiard. \u201cYou are wasting our time,\u201d she said sharply. \u201cYou know as well as I do that you are talking nonsense.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t,\u201d said Felix. \u201cTaking the gentlemanly professions all round, I know of no men who are so eager to get money, and who have so few scruples about how they get it, as the parsons. Where is there a man in any other profession who perpetually worries you for money? -- who holds the bag under your nose for money? -- who sends his clerk round from door to door to beg a few shillings of you, and calls it an \u2018Easter offering\u2019? The parson does all this. Bradstock is a parson. I put it logically. Bowl me over, if you can.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cTaking the gentlemanly professions all round, I know of no men who are so eager to get money, and who have so few scruples about how they get it, as the parsons. Where is there a man in any other profession who perpetually worries you for money? -- who holds the bag under your nose for money? -- who sends his clerk round from door to door to beg a few shillings of you, and calls it an \u2018Easter offering\u2019? The parson does all this. Bradstock is a parson. I put it logically. Bowl me over, if you can.\u201d", "context": "\u201d Felix coolly rejoined. \u201cI never was more in earnest in my life. Your Ladyship is not aware of the first principle to be adopted in cases of suspicion. One proceeds on what I will call the exhaustive system of reasoning. Thus: Does suspicion point to the honest servants downstairs? No. To your Ladyship\u2019s adopted daughter? Appearances are against the poor girl; but you know her better than to trust to appearances. Are you suspicious of Moody? No. Of Hardyman -- who was in the house at the time? Ridiculous! But I was in the house at the time, too. Do you suspect Me? Just so! That idea is ridiculous, too. Now let us sum up. Servants, adopted daughter, Moody, Hardyman, Sweetsir -- all beyond suspicion. Who is left? The Reverend Samuel Bradstock.\u201d\n\nThis ingenious exposition of \u201cthe exhaustive system of reasoning,\u201d failed to produce any effect on Lady Lydiard. \u201cYou are wasting our time,\u201d she said sharply. \u201cYou know as well as I do that you are talking nonsense.\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t,\u201d said Felix. \u201cTaking the gentlemanly professions all round, I know of no men who are so eager to get money, and who have so few scruples about how they get it, as the parsons. Where is there a man in any other profession who perpetually worries you for money? -- who holds the bag under your nose for money? -- who sends his clerk round from door to door to beg a few shillings of you, and calls it an \u2018Easter offering\u2019? The parson does all this. Bradstock is a parson. I put it logically. Bowl me over, if you can.\u201d\n\nMr. Troy attempted to \u201cbowl him over,\u201d nevertheless. Lady Lydiard wisely interposed.\n\n\u201cWhen a man persists in talking nonsense,\u201d she said, \u201csilence is the best answer; anything else only encourages him.\u201d She turned to Felix. \u201cI have a question to ask you,\u201d she went on. \u201cYou will either give me a serious reply, or wish me good-morning.\u201d With this brief preface, she made her inquiry as to the wisdom and possibility of engaging the services of the French police."}, {"quote": "\u201cbowl him over,", "context": "\u201cTaking the gentlemanly professions all round, I know of no men who are so eager to get money, and who have so few scruples about how they get it, as the parsons. Where is there a man in any other profession who perpetually worries you for money? -- who holds the bag under your nose for money? -- who sends his clerk round from door to door to beg a few shillings of you, and calls it an \u2018Easter offering\u2019? The parson does all this. Bradstock is a parson. I put it logically. Bowl me over, if you can.\u201d\n\nMr. Troy attempted to \u201cbowl him over,\u201d nevertheless. Lady Lydiard wisely interposed.\n\n\u201cWhen a man persists in talking nonsense,\u201d she said, \u201csilence is the best answer; anything else only encourages him.\u201d She turned to Felix. \u201cI have a question to ask you,\u201d she went on. \u201cYou will either give me a serious reply, or wish me good-morning.\u201d With this brief preface, she made her inquiry as to the wisdom and possibility of engaging the services of the French police.\n\nFelix took exactly the view of the matter which had been already expressed by Mr. Troy."}, {"quote": "\u201cWhen a man persists in talking nonsense,", "context": "\u201cTaking the gentlemanly professions all round, I know of no men who are so eager to get money, and who have so few scruples about how they get it, as the parsons. Where is there a man in any other profession who perpetually worries you for money? -- who holds the bag under your nose for money? -- who sends his clerk round from door to door to beg a few shillings of you, and calls it an \u2018Easter offering\u2019? The parson does all this. Bradstock is a parson. I put it logically. Bowl me over, if you can.\u201d\n\nMr. Troy attempted to \u201cbowl him over,\u201d nevertheless. Lady Lydiard wisely interposed.\n\n\u201cWhen a man persists in talking nonsense,\u201d she said, \u201csilence is the best answer; anything else only encourages him.\u201d She turned to Felix. \u201cI have a question to ask you,\u201d she went on. \u201cYou will either give me a serious reply, or wish me good-morning.\u201d With this brief preface, she made her inquiry as to the wisdom and possibility of engaging the services of the French police.\n\nFelix took exactly the view of the matter which had been already expressed by Mr. Troy. \u201cSuperior in intelligence"}, {"quote": "\u201csilence is the best answer; anything else only encourages him.", "context": "\u201cTaking the gentlemanly professions all round, I know of no men who are so eager to get money, and who have so few scruples about how they get it, as the parsons. Where is there a man in any other profession who perpetually worries you for money? -- who holds the bag under your nose for money? -- who sends his clerk round from door to door to beg a few shillings of you, and calls it an \u2018Easter offering\u2019? The parson does all this. Bradstock is a parson. I put it logically. Bowl me over, if you can.\u201d\n\nMr. Troy attempted to \u201cbowl him over,\u201d nevertheless. Lady Lydiard wisely interposed.\n\n\u201cWhen a man persists in talking nonsense,\u201d she said, \u201csilence is the best answer; anything else only encourages him.\u201d She turned to Felix. \u201cI have a question to ask you,\u201d she went on. \u201cYou will either give me a serious reply, or wish me good-morning.\u201d With this brief preface, she made her inquiry as to the wisdom and possibility of engaging the services of the French police.\n\nFelix took exactly the view of the matter which had been already expressed by Mr. Troy. \u201cSuperior in intelligence,\u201d he said, \u201cbut not superior in courage, to the English police. Capable of performing wonders on their own ground and among their own people. But, my dear aunt, the two most dissimilar nations on the face of the earth are the English and the French. The French police may speak our language -- but they are incapable of understanding our national character and our national manners. Set them to work on a private inquiry in the city of Pekin -- and they would get on in time with the Chinese people. Set them to work in the city of London -- and the English people would remain, from first to last, the same impenetrable mystery to them. In my belief the London Sunday would be enough of itself to drive them back to Paris in despair. No balls, no concerts, no theaters, not even a museum or a picture-gallery open; every shop shut up but the gin-shop; and nothing moving but the church bells and the men who sell the penny ices. Hundreds of Frenchmen come to see me on their first arrival in England. Every man of them rushes back to Paris on the second Saturday of his visit, rather than confront the horrors of a second Sunday in London! However, you can try it if you like. Send me a written abstract of the case, and I will forward it to one of the official people in the Rue Jerusalem, who will do anything he can to oblige me. Of course,\u201d said Felix, turning to Mr. Troy,"}, {"quote": "\u201cI have a question to ask you,", "context": "\u201cTaking the gentlemanly professions all round, I know of no men who are so eager to get money, and who have so few scruples about how they get it, as the parsons. Where is there a man in any other profession who perpetually worries you for money? -- who holds the bag under your nose for money? -- who sends his clerk round from door to door to beg a few shillings of you, and calls it an \u2018Easter offering\u2019? The parson does all this. Bradstock is a parson. I put it logically. Bowl me over, if you can.\u201d\n\nMr. Troy attempted to \u201cbowl him over,\u201d nevertheless. Lady Lydiard wisely interposed.\n\n\u201cWhen a man persists in talking nonsense,\u201d she said, \u201csilence is the best answer; anything else only encourages him.\u201d She turned to Felix. \u201cI have a question to ask you,\u201d she went on. \u201cYou will either give me a serious reply, or wish me good-morning.\u201d With this brief preface, she made her inquiry as to the wisdom and possibility of engaging the services of the French police.\n\nFelix took exactly the view of the matter which had been already expressed by Mr. Troy. \u201cSuperior in intelligence,\u201d he said, \u201cbut not superior in courage, to the English police. Capable of performing wonders on their own ground and among their own people. But, my dear aunt, the two most dissimilar nations on the face of the earth are the English and the French. The French police may speak our language -- but they are incapable of understanding our national character and our national manners. Set them to work on a private inquiry in the city of Pekin -- and they would get on in time with the Chinese people. Set them to work in the city of London -- and the English people would remain, from first to last, the same impenetrable mystery to them. In my belief the London Sunday would be enough of itself to drive them back to Paris in despair. No balls, no concerts, no theaters, not even a museum or a picture-gallery open; every shop shut up but the gin-shop; and nothing moving but the church bells and the men who sell the penny ices. Hundreds of Frenchmen come to see me on their first arrival in England. Every man of them rushes back to Paris on the second Saturday of his visit, rather than confront the horrors of a second Sunday in London! However, you can try it if you like. Send me a written abstract of the case, and I will forward it to one of the official people in the Rue Jerusalem, who will do anything he can to oblige me. Of course,\u201d said Felix, turning to Mr. Troy,"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou will either give me a serious reply, or wish me good-morning.", "context": "\u201cTaking the gentlemanly professions all round, I know of no men who are so eager to get money, and who have so few scruples about how they get it, as the parsons. Where is there a man in any other profession who perpetually worries you for money? -- who holds the bag under your nose for money? -- who sends his clerk round from door to door to beg a few shillings of you, and calls it an \u2018Easter offering\u2019? The parson does all this. Bradstock is a parson. I put it logically. Bowl me over, if you can.\u201d\n\nMr. Troy attempted to \u201cbowl him over,\u201d nevertheless. Lady Lydiard wisely interposed.\n\n\u201cWhen a man persists in talking nonsense,\u201d she said, \u201csilence is the best answer; anything else only encourages him.\u201d She turned to Felix. \u201cI have a question to ask you,\u201d she went on. \u201cYou will either give me a serious reply, or wish me good-morning.\u201d With this brief preface, she made her inquiry as to the wisdom and possibility of engaging the services of the French police.\n\nFelix took exactly the view of the matter which had been already expressed by Mr. Troy. \u201cSuperior in intelligence,\u201d he said, \u201cbut not superior in courage, to the English police. Capable of performing wonders on their own ground and among their own people. But, my dear aunt, the two most dissimilar nations on the face of the earth are the English and the French. The French police may speak our language -- but they are incapable of understanding our national character and our national manners. Set them to work on a private inquiry in the city of Pekin -- and they would get on in time with the Chinese people. Set them to work in the city of London -- and the English people would remain, from first to last, the same impenetrable mystery to them. In my belief the London Sunday would be enough of itself to drive them back to Paris in despair. No balls, no concerts, no theaters, not even a museum or a picture-gallery open; every shop shut up but the gin-shop; and nothing moving but the church bells and the men who sell the penny ices. Hundreds of Frenchmen come to see me on their first arrival in England. Every man of them rushes back to Paris on the second Saturday of his visit, rather than confront the horrors of a second Sunday in London! However, you can try it if you like. Send me a written abstract of the case, and I will forward it to one of the official people in the Rue Jerusalem, who will do anything he can to oblige me. Of course,\u201d said Felix, turning to Mr. Troy,"}, {"quote": "\u201cSuperior in intelligence,", "context": "\u201cWhen a man persists in talking nonsense,\u201d she said, \u201csilence is the best answer; anything else only encourages him.\u201d She turned to Felix. \u201cI have a question to ask you,\u201d she went on. \u201cYou will either give me a serious reply, or wish me good-morning.\u201d With this brief preface, she made her inquiry as to the wisdom and possibility of engaging the services of the French police.\n\nFelix took exactly the view of the matter which had been already expressed by Mr. Troy. \u201cSuperior in intelligence,\u201d he said, \u201cbut not superior in courage, to the English police. Capable of performing wonders on their own ground and among their own people. But, my dear aunt, the two most dissimilar nations on the face of the earth are the English and the French. The French police may speak our language -- but they are incapable of understanding our national character and our national manners. Set them to work on a private inquiry in the city of Pekin -- and they would get on in time with the Chinese people. Set them to work in the city of London -- and the English people would remain, from first to last, the same impenetrable mystery to them. In my belief the London Sunday would be enough of itself to drive them back to Paris in despair. No balls, no concerts, no theaters, not even a museum or a picture-gallery open; every shop shut up but the gin-shop; and nothing moving but the church bells and the men who sell the penny ices. Hundreds of Frenchmen come to see me on their first arrival in England. Every man of them rushes back to Paris on the second Saturday of his visit, rather than confront the horrors of a second Sunday in London! However, you can try it if you like. Send me a written abstract of the case, and I will forward it to one of the official people in the Rue Jerusalem, who will do anything he can to oblige me. Of course,\u201d said Felix, turning to Mr. Troy,"}, {"quote": "\u201csome of you have got the number of the lost bank-note? If the thief has tried to pass it in Paris, my man may be of some use to you.\u201d", "context": "\u201d he said, \u201cbut not superior in courage, to the English police. Capable of performing wonders on their own ground and among their own people. But, my dear aunt, the two most dissimilar nations on the face of the earth are the English and the French. The French police may speak our language -- but they are incapable of understanding our national character and our national manners. Set them to work on a private inquiry in the city of Pekin -- and they would get on in time with the Chinese people. Set them to work in the city of London -- and the English people would remain, from first to last, the same impenetrable mystery to them. In my belief the London Sunday would be enough of itself to drive them back to Paris in despair. No balls, no concerts, no theaters, not even a museum or a picture-gallery open; every shop shut up but the gin-shop; and nothing moving but the church bells and the men who sell the penny ices. Hundreds of Frenchmen come to see me on their first arrival in England. Every man of them rushes back to Paris on the second Saturday of his visit, rather than confront the horrors of a second Sunday in London! However, you can try it if you like. Send me a written abstract of the case, and I will forward it to one of the official people in the Rue Jerusalem, who will do anything he can to oblige me. Of course,\u201d said Felix, turning to Mr. Troy, \u201csome of you have got the number of the lost bank-note? If the thief has tried to pass it in Paris, my man may be of some use to you.\u201d\n\n\u201cThree of us have got the number of the note,\u201d answered Mr. Troy; \u201cMiss Isabel Miller, Mr. Moody, and myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery good,\u201d said Felix. \u201cSend me the number, with the abstract of the case. Is there anything else I can do towards recovering the money?\u201d he asked, turning to his aunt. \u201cThere is one lucky circumstance in connection with this loss -- isn\u2019t there? It has fallen on a person who is rich enough to take it easy. Good heavens! suppose it had been my loss!\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThree of us have got the number of the note,", "context": "\u201d he said, \u201cbut not superior in courage, to the English police. Capable of performing wonders on their own ground and among their own people. But, my dear aunt, the two most dissimilar nations on the face of the earth are the English and the French. The French police may speak our language -- but they are incapable of understanding our national character and our national manners. Set them to work on a private inquiry in the city of Pekin -- and they would get on in time with the Chinese people. Set them to work in the city of London -- and the English people would remain, from first to last, the same impenetrable mystery to them. In my belief the London Sunday would be enough of itself to drive them back to Paris in despair. No balls, no concerts, no theaters, not even a museum or a picture-gallery open; every shop shut up but the gin-shop; and nothing moving but the church bells and the men who sell the penny ices. Hundreds of Frenchmen come to see me on their first arrival in England. Every man of them rushes back to Paris on the second Saturday of his visit, rather than confront the horrors of a second Sunday in London! However, you can try it if you like. Send me a written abstract of the case, and I will forward it to one of the official people in the Rue Jerusalem, who will do anything he can to oblige me. Of course,\u201d said Felix, turning to Mr. Troy, \u201csome of you have got the number of the lost bank-note? If the thief has tried to pass it in Paris, my man may be of some use to you.\u201d\n\n\u201cThree of us have got the number of the note,\u201d answered Mr. Troy; \u201cMiss Isabel Miller, Mr. Moody, and myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery good,\u201d said Felix. \u201cSend me the number, with the abstract of the case. Is there anything else I can do towards recovering the money?\u201d he asked, turning to his aunt. \u201cThere is one lucky circumstance in connection with this loss -- isn\u2019t there? It has fallen on a person who is rich enough to take it easy. Good heavens! suppose it had been my loss!\u201d\n\n\u201cIt has fallen doubly on me"}, {"quote": "\u201cMiss Isabel Miller, Mr. Moody, and myself.\u201d", "context": "\u201d he said, \u201cbut not superior in courage, to the English police. Capable of performing wonders on their own ground and among their own people. But, my dear aunt, the two most dissimilar nations on the face of the earth are the English and the French. The French police may speak our language -- but they are incapable of understanding our national character and our national manners. Set them to work on a private inquiry in the city of Pekin -- and they would get on in time with the Chinese people. Set them to work in the city of London -- and the English people would remain, from first to last, the same impenetrable mystery to them. In my belief the London Sunday would be enough of itself to drive them back to Paris in despair. No balls, no concerts, no theaters, not even a museum or a picture-gallery open; every shop shut up but the gin-shop; and nothing moving but the church bells and the men who sell the penny ices. Hundreds of Frenchmen come to see me on their first arrival in England. Every man of them rushes back to Paris on the second Saturday of his visit, rather than confront the horrors of a second Sunday in London! However, you can try it if you like. Send me a written abstract of the case, and I will forward it to one of the official people in the Rue Jerusalem, who will do anything he can to oblige me. Of course,\u201d said Felix, turning to Mr. Troy, \u201csome of you have got the number of the lost bank-note? If the thief has tried to pass it in Paris, my man may be of some use to you.\u201d\n\n\u201cThree of us have got the number of the note,\u201d answered Mr. Troy; \u201cMiss Isabel Miller, Mr. Moody, and myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery good,\u201d said Felix. \u201cSend me the number, with the abstract of the case. Is there anything else I can do towards recovering the money?\u201d he asked, turning to his aunt. \u201cThere is one lucky circumstance in connection with this loss -- isn\u2019t there? It has fallen on a person who is rich enough to take it easy. Good heavens! suppose it had been my loss!\u201d\n\n\u201cIt has fallen doubly on me,\u201d said Lady Lydiard; \u201cand I am certainly not rich enough to take it that easy. The money was destined to a charitable purpose; and I have felt it my duty to pay it again.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cSend me the number, with the abstract of the case. Is there anything else I can do towards recovering the money?", "context": "\u201d he said, \u201cbut not superior in courage, to the English police. Capable of performing wonders on their own ground and among their own people. But, my dear aunt, the two most dissimilar nations on the face of the earth are the English and the French. The French police may speak our language -- but they are incapable of understanding our national character and our national manners. Set them to work on a private inquiry in the city of Pekin -- and they would get on in time with the Chinese people. Set them to work in the city of London -- and the English people would remain, from first to last, the same impenetrable mystery to them. In my belief the London Sunday would be enough of itself to drive them back to Paris in despair. No balls, no concerts, no theaters, not even a museum or a picture-gallery open; every shop shut up but the gin-shop; and nothing moving but the church bells and the men who sell the penny ices. Hundreds of Frenchmen come to see me on their first arrival in England. Every man of them rushes back to Paris on the second Saturday of his visit, rather than confront the horrors of a second Sunday in London! However, you can try it if you like. Send me a written abstract of the case, and I will forward it to one of the official people in the Rue Jerusalem, who will do anything he can to oblige me. Of course,\u201d said Felix, turning to Mr. Troy, \u201csome of you have got the number of the lost bank-note? If the thief has tried to pass it in Paris, my man may be of some use to you.\u201d\n\n\u201cThree of us have got the number of the note,\u201d answered Mr. Troy; \u201cMiss Isabel Miller, Mr. Moody, and myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery good,\u201d said Felix. \u201cSend me the number, with the abstract of the case. Is there anything else I can do towards recovering the money?\u201d he asked, turning to his aunt. \u201cThere is one lucky circumstance in connection with this loss -- isn\u2019t there? It has fallen on a person who is rich enough to take it easy. Good heavens! suppose it had been my loss!\u201d\n\n\u201cIt has fallen doubly on me,\u201d said Lady Lydiard; \u201cand I am certainly not rich enough to take it that easy. The money was destined to a charitable purpose; and I have felt it my duty to pay it again.\u201d\n\nFelix rose and approached his aunt\u2019s chair with faltering steps, as became a suffering man. He took Lady Lydiard\u2019s hand and kissed it with enthusiastic admiration."}, {"quote": "\u201cThere is one lucky circumstance in connection with this loss -- isn\u2019t there? It has fallen on a person who is rich enough to take it easy. Good heavens! suppose it had been my loss!\u201d", "context": "\u201csome of you have got the number of the lost bank-note? If the thief has tried to pass it in Paris, my man may be of some use to you.\u201d\n\n\u201cThree of us have got the number of the note,\u201d answered Mr. Troy; \u201cMiss Isabel Miller, Mr. Moody, and myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery good,\u201d said Felix. \u201cSend me the number, with the abstract of the case. Is there anything else I can do towards recovering the money?\u201d he asked, turning to his aunt. \u201cThere is one lucky circumstance in connection with this loss -- isn\u2019t there? It has fallen on a person who is rich enough to take it easy. Good heavens! suppose it had been my loss!\u201d\n\n\u201cIt has fallen doubly on me,\u201d said Lady Lydiard; \u201cand I am certainly not rich enough to take it that easy. The money was destined to a charitable purpose; and I have felt it my duty to pay it again.\u201d\n\nFelix rose and approached his aunt\u2019s chair with faltering steps, as became a suffering man. He took Lady Lydiard\u2019s hand and kissed it with enthusiastic admiration.\n\n\u201cYou excellent creature!\u201d he said. \u201cYou may not think it, but you reconcile me to human nature. How generous! how noble! I think I\u2019ll go to bed again, Mr. Troy, if you really don\u2019t want any more of me. My head feels giddy and my legs tremble under me. It doesn\u2019t matter; I shall feel easier when Alfred has taken me out of my clothes again. God bless you, my dear aunt! I never felt so proud of being related to you as I do to-day. Good-morning Mr. Troy! Don\u2019t forget the abstract of the case; and don\u2019t trouble yourself to see me to the door. I dare say I shan\u2019t tumble downstairs; and, if I do, there\u2019s the porter in the hall to pick me up again. Enviable porter! as fat as butter and as idle as a pig! Au revoir! au revoir"}, {"quote": "\u201cIt has fallen doubly on me,", "context": "\u201cThree of us have got the number of the note,\u201d answered Mr. Troy; \u201cMiss Isabel Miller, Mr. Moody, and myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery good,\u201d said Felix. \u201cSend me the number, with the abstract of the case. Is there anything else I can do towards recovering the money?\u201d he asked, turning to his aunt. \u201cThere is one lucky circumstance in connection with this loss -- isn\u2019t there? It has fallen on a person who is rich enough to take it easy. Good heavens! suppose it had been my loss!\u201d\n\n\u201cIt has fallen doubly on me,\u201d said Lady Lydiard; \u201cand I am certainly not rich enough to take it that easy. The money was destined to a charitable purpose; and I have felt it my duty to pay it again.\u201d\n\nFelix rose and approached his aunt\u2019s chair with faltering steps, as became a suffering man. He took Lady Lydiard\u2019s hand and kissed it with enthusiastic admiration.\n\n\u201cYou excellent creature!\u201d he said. \u201cYou may not think it, but you reconcile me to human nature. How generous! how noble! I think I\u2019ll go to bed again, Mr. Troy, if you really don\u2019t want any more of me. My head feels giddy and my legs tremble under me. It doesn\u2019t matter; I shall feel easier when Alfred has taken me out of my clothes again. God bless you, my dear aunt! I never felt so proud of being related to you as I do to-day. Good-morning Mr. Troy! Don\u2019t forget the abstract of the case; and don\u2019t trouble yourself to see me to the door. I dare say I shan\u2019t tumble downstairs; and, if I do, there\u2019s the porter in the hall to pick me up again. Enviable porter! as fat as butter and as idle as a pig! Au revoir! au revoir"}, {"quote": "\u201cand I am certainly not rich enough to take it that easy. The money was destined to a charitable purpose; and I have felt it my duty to pay it again.\u201d", "context": "\u201cMiss Isabel Miller, Mr. Moody, and myself.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery good,\u201d said Felix. \u201cSend me the number, with the abstract of the case. Is there anything else I can do towards recovering the money?\u201d he asked, turning to his aunt. \u201cThere is one lucky circumstance in connection with this loss -- isn\u2019t there? It has fallen on a person who is rich enough to take it easy. Good heavens! suppose it had been my loss!\u201d\n\n\u201cIt has fallen doubly on me,\u201d said Lady Lydiard; \u201cand I am certainly not rich enough to take it that easy. The money was destined to a charitable purpose; and I have felt it my duty to pay it again.\u201d\n\nFelix rose and approached his aunt\u2019s chair with faltering steps, as became a suffering man. He took Lady Lydiard\u2019s hand and kissed it with enthusiastic admiration.\n\n\u201cYou excellent creature!\u201d he said. \u201cYou may not think it, but you reconcile me to human nature. How generous! how noble! I think I\u2019ll go to bed again, Mr. Troy, if you really don\u2019t want any more of me. My head feels giddy and my legs tremble under me. It doesn\u2019t matter; I shall feel easier when Alfred has taken me out of my clothes again. God bless you, my dear aunt! I never felt so proud of being related to you as I do to-day. Good-morning Mr. Troy! Don\u2019t forget the abstract of the case; and don\u2019t trouble yourself to see me to the door. I dare say I shan\u2019t tumble downstairs; and, if I do, there\u2019s the porter in the hall to pick me up again. Enviable porter! as fat as butter and as idle as a pig! Au revoir! au revoir"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou excellent creature!", "context": "\u201cThere is one lucky circumstance in connection with this loss -- isn\u2019t there? It has fallen on a person who is rich enough to take it easy. Good heavens! suppose it had been my loss!\u201d\n\n\u201cIt has fallen doubly on me,\u201d said Lady Lydiard; \u201cand I am certainly not rich enough to take it that easy. The money was destined to a charitable purpose; and I have felt it my duty to pay it again.\u201d\n\nFelix rose and approached his aunt\u2019s chair with faltering steps, as became a suffering man. He took Lady Lydiard\u2019s hand and kissed it with enthusiastic admiration.\n\n\u201cYou excellent creature!\u201d he said. \u201cYou may not think it, but you reconcile me to human nature. How generous! how noble! I think I\u2019ll go to bed again, Mr. Troy, if you really don\u2019t want any more of me. My head feels giddy and my legs tremble under me. It doesn\u2019t matter; I shall feel easier when Alfred has taken me out of my clothes again. God bless you, my dear aunt! I never felt so proud of being related to you as I do to-day. Good-morning Mr. Troy! Don\u2019t forget the abstract of the case; and don\u2019t trouble yourself to see me to the door. I dare say I shan\u2019t tumble downstairs; and, if I do, there\u2019s the porter in the hall to pick me up again. Enviable porter! as fat as butter and as idle as a pig! Au revoir! au revoir"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou may not think it, but you reconcile me to human nature. How generous! how noble! I think I\u2019ll go to bed again, Mr. Troy, if you really don\u2019t want any more of me. My head feels giddy and my legs tremble under me. It doesn\u2019t matter; I shall feel easier when Alfred has taken me out of my clothes again. God bless you, my dear aunt! I never felt so proud of being related to you as I do to-day. Good-morning Mr. Troy! Don\u2019t forget the abstract of the case; and don\u2019t trouble yourself to see me to the door. I dare say I shan\u2019t tumble downstairs; and, if I do, there\u2019s the porter in the hall to pick me up again. Enviable porter! as fat as butter and as idle as a pig! Au revoir! au revoir!", "context": "\u201cThere is one lucky circumstance in connection with this loss -- isn\u2019t there? It has fallen on a person who is rich enough to take it easy. Good heavens! suppose it had been my loss!\u201d\n\n\u201cIt has fallen doubly on me,\u201d said Lady Lydiard; \u201cand I am certainly not rich enough to take it that easy. The money was destined to a charitable purpose; and I have felt it my duty to pay it again.\u201d\n\nFelix rose and approached his aunt\u2019s chair with faltering steps, as became a suffering man. He took Lady Lydiard\u2019s hand and kissed it with enthusiastic admiration.\n\n\u201cYou excellent creature!\u201d he said. \u201cYou may not think it, but you reconcile me to human nature. How generous! how noble! I think I\u2019ll go to bed again, Mr. Troy, if you really don\u2019t want any more of me. My head feels giddy and my legs tremble under me. It doesn\u2019t matter; I shall feel easier when Alfred has taken me out of my clothes again. God bless you, my dear aunt! I never felt so proud of being related to you as I do to-day. Good-morning Mr. Troy! Don\u2019t forget the abstract of the case; and don\u2019t trouble yourself to see me to the door. I dare say I shan\u2019t tumble downstairs; and, if I do, there\u2019s the porter in the hall to pick me up again. Enviable porter! as fat as butter and as idle as a pig! Au revoir! au revoir!\u201d He kissed his hand, and drifted feebly out of the room. Sweetsir one might say, in a state of eclipse; but still the serviceable Sweetsir, who was never consulted in vain by the fortunate people privileged to call him friend!\n\n\u201cIs he really ill, do you think?\u201d Mr. Troy asked.\n\n\u201cMy nephew has turned fifty,\u201d Lady Lydiard answered, \u201cand he persists in living as if he was a young man. Every now and then Nature says to him, \u2018Felix, you are old!\u2019 And Felix goes to bed, and says it\u2019s his nerves.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIs he really ill, do you think?", "context": "\u201cYou may not think it, but you reconcile me to human nature. How generous! how noble! I think I\u2019ll go to bed again, Mr. Troy, if you really don\u2019t want any more of me. My head feels giddy and my legs tremble under me. It doesn\u2019t matter; I shall feel easier when Alfred has taken me out of my clothes again. God bless you, my dear aunt! I never felt so proud of being related to you as I do to-day. Good-morning Mr. Troy! Don\u2019t forget the abstract of the case; and don\u2019t trouble yourself to see me to the door. I dare say I shan\u2019t tumble downstairs; and, if I do, there\u2019s the porter in the hall to pick me up again. Enviable porter! as fat as butter and as idle as a pig! Au revoir! au revoir!\u201d He kissed his hand, and drifted feebly out of the room. Sweetsir one might say, in a state of eclipse; but still the serviceable Sweetsir, who was never consulted in vain by the fortunate people privileged to call him friend!\n\n\u201cIs he really ill, do you think?\u201d Mr. Troy asked.\n\n\u201cMy nephew has turned fifty,\u201d Lady Lydiard answered, \u201cand he persists in living as if he was a young man. Every now and then Nature says to him, \u2018Felix, you are old!\u2019 And Felix goes to bed, and says it\u2019s his nerves.\u201d\n\n\u201cI suppose he is to be trusted to keep his word about writing to Paris?\u201d pursued the lawyer.\n\n\u201cOh, yes! He may delay doing it but he will do it. In spite of his lackadaisical manner, he has moments of energy that would surprise you. Talking of surprises, I have something to tell you about Moody. Within the last day or two there has been a marked change in him -- a change for the worse.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cMy nephew has turned fifty,", "context": "\u201cYou may not think it, but you reconcile me to human nature. How generous! how noble! I think I\u2019ll go to bed again, Mr. Troy, if you really don\u2019t want any more of me. My head feels giddy and my legs tremble under me. It doesn\u2019t matter; I shall feel easier when Alfred has taken me out of my clothes again. God bless you, my dear aunt! I never felt so proud of being related to you as I do to-day. Good-morning Mr. Troy! Don\u2019t forget the abstract of the case; and don\u2019t trouble yourself to see me to the door. I dare say I shan\u2019t tumble downstairs; and, if I do, there\u2019s the porter in the hall to pick me up again. Enviable porter! as fat as butter and as idle as a pig! Au revoir! au revoir!\u201d He kissed his hand, and drifted feebly out of the room. Sweetsir one might say, in a state of eclipse; but still the serviceable Sweetsir, who was never consulted in vain by the fortunate people privileged to call him friend!\n\n\u201cIs he really ill, do you think?\u201d Mr. Troy asked.\n\n\u201cMy nephew has turned fifty,\u201d Lady Lydiard answered, \u201cand he persists in living as if he was a young man. Every now and then Nature says to him, \u2018Felix, you are old!\u2019 And Felix goes to bed, and says it\u2019s his nerves.\u201d\n\n\u201cI suppose he is to be trusted to keep his word about writing to Paris?\u201d pursued the lawyer.\n\n\u201cOh, yes! He may delay doing it but he will do it. In spite of his lackadaisical manner, he has moments of energy that would surprise you. Talking of surprises, I have something to tell you about Moody. Within the last day or two there has been a marked change in him -- a change for the worse.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cand he persists in living as if he was a young man. Every now and then Nature says to him, \u2018Felix, you are old!\u2019 And Felix goes to bed, and says it\u2019s his nerves.\u201d", "context": "\u201cYou may not think it, but you reconcile me to human nature. How generous! how noble! I think I\u2019ll go to bed again, Mr. Troy, if you really don\u2019t want any more of me. My head feels giddy and my legs tremble under me. It doesn\u2019t matter; I shall feel easier when Alfred has taken me out of my clothes again. God bless you, my dear aunt! I never felt so proud of being related to you as I do to-day. Good-morning Mr. Troy! Don\u2019t forget the abstract of the case; and don\u2019t trouble yourself to see me to the door. I dare say I shan\u2019t tumble downstairs; and, if I do, there\u2019s the porter in the hall to pick me up again. Enviable porter! as fat as butter and as idle as a pig! Au revoir! au revoir!\u201d He kissed his hand, and drifted feebly out of the room. Sweetsir one might say, in a state of eclipse; but still the serviceable Sweetsir, who was never consulted in vain by the fortunate people privileged to call him friend!\n\n\u201cIs he really ill, do you think?\u201d Mr. Troy asked.\n\n\u201cMy nephew has turned fifty,\u201d Lady Lydiard answered, \u201cand he persists in living as if he was a young man. Every now and then Nature says to him, \u2018Felix, you are old!\u2019 And Felix goes to bed, and says it\u2019s his nerves.\u201d\n\n\u201cI suppose he is to be trusted to keep his word about writing to Paris?\u201d pursued the lawyer.\n\n\u201cOh, yes! He may delay doing it but he will do it. In spite of his lackadaisical manner, he has moments of energy that would surprise you. Talking of surprises, I have something to tell you about Moody. Within the last day or two there has been a marked change in him -- a change for the worse.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou astonish me, Lady Lydiard! In what way has Moody deteriorated?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI suppose he is to be trusted to keep his word about writing to Paris?", "context": "\u201d He kissed his hand, and drifted feebly out of the room. Sweetsir one might say, in a state of eclipse; but still the serviceable Sweetsir, who was never consulted in vain by the fortunate people privileged to call him friend!\n\n\u201cIs he really ill, do you think?\u201d Mr. Troy asked.\n\n\u201cMy nephew has turned fifty,\u201d Lady Lydiard answered, \u201cand he persists in living as if he was a young man. Every now and then Nature says to him, \u2018Felix, you are old!\u2019 And Felix goes to bed, and says it\u2019s his nerves.\u201d\n\n\u201cI suppose he is to be trusted to keep his word about writing to Paris?\u201d pursued the lawyer.\n\n\u201cOh, yes! He may delay doing it but he will do it. In spite of his lackadaisical manner, he has moments of energy that would surprise you. Talking of surprises, I have something to tell you about Moody. Within the last day or two there has been a marked change in him -- a change for the worse.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou astonish me, Lady Lydiard! In what way has Moody deteriorated?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou shall hear. Yesterday was Friday. You took him out with you, on business, early in the morning.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cOh, yes! He may delay doing it but he will do it. In spite of his lackadaisical manner, he has moments of energy that would surprise you. Talking of surprises, I have something to tell you about Moody. Within the last day or two there has been a marked change in him -- a change for the worse.\u201d", "context": "\u201d He kissed his hand, and drifted feebly out of the room. Sweetsir one might say, in a state of eclipse; but still the serviceable Sweetsir, who was never consulted in vain by the fortunate people privileged to call him friend!\n\n\u201cIs he really ill, do you think?\u201d Mr. Troy asked.\n\n\u201cMy nephew has turned fifty,\u201d Lady Lydiard answered, \u201cand he persists in living as if he was a young man. Every now and then Nature says to him, \u2018Felix, you are old!\u2019 And Felix goes to bed, and says it\u2019s his nerves.\u201d\n\n\u201cI suppose he is to be trusted to keep his word about writing to Paris?\u201d pursued the lawyer.\n\n\u201cOh, yes! He may delay doing it but he will do it. In spite of his lackadaisical manner, he has moments of energy that would surprise you. Talking of surprises, I have something to tell you about Moody. Within the last day or two there has been a marked change in him -- a change for the worse.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou astonish me, Lady Lydiard! In what way has Moody deteriorated?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou shall hear. Yesterday was Friday. You took him out with you, on business, early in the morning.\u201d\n\nMr. Troy bowed, and said nothing. He had not thought it desirable to mention the interview at which Old Sharon had cheated him of his guinea.\n\n\u201cIn the course of the afternoon,\u201d pursued Lady Lydiard, \u201cI happened to want him, and I was informed that Moody had gone out again. Where had he gone? Nobody knew. Had he left word when he would be back? He had left no message of any sort. Of course, he is not in the position of an ordinary servant. I don\u2019t expect him to ask permission to go out. But I do expect him to leave word downstairs of the time at which he is likely to return. When he did come back, after an absence of some hours, I naturally asked for an explanation. Would you believe it? he simply informed me that he had been away on business of his own; expressed no regret, and offered no explanation -- in short, spoke as if he was an independent gentleman. You may not think it, but I kept my temper. I merely remarked that I hoped it would not happen again. He made me a bow, and he said, \u2018My business is not completed yet, my Lady. I cannot guarantee that it may not call me away again at a moment\u2019s notice.\u2019 What do you think of that? Nine people out of ten would have given him warning to leave their service. I begin to think I am a wonderful woman -- I only pointed to the door. One does hear sometimes of men\u2019s brains softening in the most unexpected manner. I have my suspicions of Moody\u2019s brains, I can tell you.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou astonish me, Lady Lydiard! In what way has Moody deteriorated?\u201d", "context": "\u201cand he persists in living as if he was a young man. Every now and then Nature says to him, \u2018Felix, you are old!\u2019 And Felix goes to bed, and says it\u2019s his nerves.\u201d\n\n\u201cI suppose he is to be trusted to keep his word about writing to Paris?\u201d pursued the lawyer.\n\n\u201cOh, yes! He may delay doing it but he will do it. In spite of his lackadaisical manner, he has moments of energy that would surprise you. Talking of surprises, I have something to tell you about Moody. Within the last day or two there has been a marked change in him -- a change for the worse.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou astonish me, Lady Lydiard! In what way has Moody deteriorated?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou shall hear. Yesterday was Friday. You took him out with you, on business, early in the morning.\u201d\n\nMr. Troy bowed, and said nothing. He had not thought it desirable to mention the interview at which Old Sharon had cheated him of his guinea.\n\n\u201cIn the course of the afternoon,\u201d pursued Lady Lydiard, \u201cI happened to want him, and I was informed that Moody had gone out again. Where had he gone? Nobody knew. Had he left word when he would be back? He had left no message of any sort. Of course, he is not in the position of an ordinary servant. I don\u2019t expect him to ask permission to go out. But I do expect him to leave word downstairs of the time at which he is likely to return. When he did come back, after an absence of some hours, I naturally asked for an explanation. Would you believe it? he simply informed me that he had been away on business of his own; expressed no regret, and offered no explanation -- in short, spoke as if he was an independent gentleman. You may not think it, but I kept my temper. I merely remarked that I hoped it would not happen again. He made me a bow, and he said, \u2018My business is not completed yet, my Lady. I cannot guarantee that it may not call me away again at a moment\u2019s notice.\u2019 What do you think of that? Nine people out of ten would have given him warning to leave their service. I begin to think I am a wonderful woman -- I only pointed to the door. One does hear sometimes of men\u2019s brains softening in the most unexpected manner. I have my suspicions of Moody\u2019s brains, I can tell you.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYou shall hear. Yesterday was Friday. You took him out with you, on business, early in the morning.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI suppose he is to be trusted to keep his word about writing to Paris?\u201d pursued the lawyer.\n\n\u201cOh, yes! He may delay doing it but he will do it. In spite of his lackadaisical manner, he has moments of energy that would surprise you. Talking of surprises, I have something to tell you about Moody. Within the last day or two there has been a marked change in him -- a change for the worse.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou astonish me, Lady Lydiard! In what way has Moody deteriorated?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou shall hear. Yesterday was Friday. You took him out with you, on business, early in the morning.\u201d\n\nMr. Troy bowed, and said nothing. He had not thought it desirable to mention the interview at which Old Sharon had cheated him of his guinea.\n\n\u201cIn the course of the afternoon,\u201d pursued Lady Lydiard, \u201cI happened to want him, and I was informed that Moody had gone out again. Where had he gone? Nobody knew. Had he left word when he would be back? He had left no message of any sort. Of course, he is not in the position of an ordinary servant. I don\u2019t expect him to ask permission to go out. But I do expect him to leave word downstairs of the time at which he is likely to return. When he did come back, after an absence of some hours, I naturally asked for an explanation. Would you believe it? he simply informed me that he had been away on business of his own; expressed no regret, and offered no explanation -- in short, spoke as if he was an independent gentleman. You may not think it, but I kept my temper. I merely remarked that I hoped it would not happen again. He made me a bow, and he said, \u2018My business is not completed yet, my Lady. I cannot guarantee that it may not call me away again at a moment\u2019s notice.\u2019 What do you think of that? Nine people out of ten would have given him warning to leave their service. I begin to think I am a wonderful woman -- I only pointed to the door. One does hear sometimes of men\u2019s brains softening in the most unexpected manner. I have my suspicions of Moody\u2019s brains, I can tell you.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cIn the course of the afternoon,", "context": "\u201cOh, yes! He may delay doing it but he will do it. In spite of his lackadaisical manner, he has moments of energy that would surprise you. Talking of surprises, I have something to tell you about Moody. Within the last day or two there has been a marked change in him -- a change for the worse.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou astonish me, Lady Lydiard! In what way has Moody deteriorated?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou shall hear. Yesterday was Friday. You took him out with you, on business, early in the morning.\u201d\n\nMr. Troy bowed, and said nothing. He had not thought it desirable to mention the interview at which Old Sharon had cheated him of his guinea.\n\n\u201cIn the course of the afternoon,\u201d pursued Lady Lydiard, \u201cI happened to want him, and I was informed that Moody had gone out again. Where had he gone? Nobody knew. Had he left word when he would be back? He had left no message of any sort. Of course, he is not in the position of an ordinary servant. I don\u2019t expect him to ask permission to go out. But I do expect him to leave word downstairs of the time at which he is likely to return. When he did come back, after an absence of some hours, I naturally asked for an explanation. Would you believe it? he simply informed me that he had been away on business of his own; expressed no regret, and offered no explanation -- in short, spoke as if he was an independent gentleman. You may not think it, but I kept my temper. I merely remarked that I hoped it would not happen again. He made me a bow, and he said, \u2018My business is not completed yet, my Lady. I cannot guarantee that it may not call me away again at a moment\u2019s notice.\u2019 What do you think of that? Nine people out of ten would have given him warning to leave their service. I begin to think I am a wonderful woman -- I only pointed to the door. One does hear sometimes of men\u2019s brains softening in the most unexpected manner. I have my suspicions of Moody\u2019s brains, I can tell you.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWait a little,", "context": "\u201d pursued Lady Lydiard, \u201cI happened to want him, and I was informed that Moody had gone out again. Where had he gone? Nobody knew. Had he left word when he would be back? He had left no message of any sort. Of course, he is not in the position of an ordinary servant. I don\u2019t expect him to ask permission to go out. But I do expect him to leave word downstairs of the time at which he is likely to return. When he did come back, after an absence of some hours, I naturally asked for an explanation. Would you believe it? he simply informed me that he had been away on business of his own; expressed no regret, and offered no explanation -- in short, spoke as if he was an independent gentleman. You may not think it, but I kept my temper. I merely remarked that I hoped it would not happen again. He made me a bow, and he said, \u2018My business is not completed yet, my Lady. I cannot guarantee that it may not call me away again at a moment\u2019s notice.\u2019 What do you think of that? Nine people out of ten would have given him warning to leave their service. I begin to think I am a wonderful woman -- I only pointed to the door. One does hear sometimes of men\u2019s brains softening in the most unexpected manner. I have my suspicions of Moody\u2019s brains, I can tell you.\u201d\n\nMr. Troy\u2019s suspicions took a different direction: they pointed along the line of streets which led to Old Sharon\u2019s lodgings. Discreetly silent as to the turn which his thoughts had taken, he merely expressed himself as feeling too much surprised to offer any opinion at all.\n\n\u201cWait a little,\u201d said Lady Lydiard, \u201cI haven\u2019t done surprising you yet. You have seen a boy here in a page\u2019s livery, I think? Well, he is a good boy; and he has gone home for a week\u2019s holiday with his friends. The proper person to supply his place with the boots and shoes and other small employments, is of course the youngest footman, a lad only a few years older than himself. What do you think Moody does? Engages a stranger, with the house full of idle men-servants already, to fill the page\u2019s place. At intervals this morning I heard them wonderfully merry in the servants hall -- so merry that the noise and laughter found its way upstairs to the breakfast-room. I like my servants to be in good spirits; but it certainly did strike me that they were getting beyond reasonable limits. I questioned my maid, and was informed that the noise was all due to the jokes of the strangest old man that ever was seen. In other words, to the person whom my steward had taken it on himself to engage in the page\u2019s absence. I spoke to Moody on the subject. He answered in an odd, confused way, that he had exercised his discretion to the best of his judgment and that (if I wished it), he would tell the old man to keep his good spirits under better control. I asked him how he came to hear of the man. He only answered, \u2018By accident, my Lady\u2019 -- and not one more word could I get out of him, good or bad. Moody engages the servants, as you know; but on every other occasion he has invariably consulted me before an engagement was settled. I really don\u2019t feel at all sure about this person who has been so strangely introduced into the house -- he may be a drunkard or a thief. I wish you would speak to Moody yourself, Mr. Troy. Do you mind ringing the bell?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI think I shall manage better with Moody, if your Ladyship will permit me to see him in private,", "context": "He was by this time, it is needless to say, convinced that Moody had not only gone back to consult Old Sharon on his own responsibility, but worse still, had taken the unwarrantable liberty of introducing him, as a spy, into the house. To communicate this explanation to Lady Lydiard would, in her present humor, be simply to produce the dismissal of the steward from her service. The only other alternative was to ask leave to interrogate Moody privately, and, after duly reproving him, to insist on the departure of Old Sharon as the one condition on which Mr. Troy would consent to keep Lady Lydiard in ignorance of the truth.\n\n\u201cI think I shall manage better with Moody, if your Ladyship will permit me to see him in private,\u201d the lawyer said. \u201cShall I go downstairs and speak with him in his own room?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy should you trouble yourself to do that?\u201d said her Ladyship. \u201cSee him here; and I will go into the boudoir.\u201d\n\nAs she made that reply, the footman appeared at the drawing-room door.\n\n\u201cSend Moody here,\u201d said Lady Lydiard.\n\nThe footman\u2019s answer, delivered at that moment, assumed an importance which was not expressed in the footman\u2019s words. \u201cMy Lady,\u201d he said, \u201cMr. Moody has gone out.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cShall I go downstairs and speak with him in his own room?\u201d", "context": "He was by this time, it is needless to say, convinced that Moody had not only gone back to consult Old Sharon on his own responsibility, but worse still, had taken the unwarrantable liberty of introducing him, as a spy, into the house. To communicate this explanation to Lady Lydiard would, in her present humor, be simply to produce the dismissal of the steward from her service. The only other alternative was to ask leave to interrogate Moody privately, and, after duly reproving him, to insist on the departure of Old Sharon as the one condition on which Mr. Troy would consent to keep Lady Lydiard in ignorance of the truth.\n\n\u201cI think I shall manage better with Moody, if your Ladyship will permit me to see him in private,\u201d the lawyer said. \u201cShall I go downstairs and speak with him in his own room?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy should you trouble yourself to do that?\u201d said her Ladyship. \u201cSee him here; and I will go into the boudoir.\u201d\n\nAs she made that reply, the footman appeared at the drawing-room door.\n\n\u201cSend Moody here,\u201d said Lady Lydiard.\n\nThe footman\u2019s answer, delivered at that moment, assumed an importance which was not expressed in the footman\u2019s words. \u201cMy Lady,\u201d he said, \u201cMr. Moody has gone out.\u201d\n\nCHAPTER XIII.\n\nWHILE the strange proceedings of the steward were the subject of conversation between Lady Lydiard and Mr. Troy, Moody was alone in his room, occupied in writing to Isabel. Being unwilling that any eyes but his own should see the address, he had himself posted his letter; the time that he had chosen for leaving the house proving, unfortunately, to be also the time proposed by her Ladyship for his interview with the lawyer. In ten minutes after the footman had reported his absence, Moody returned. It was then too late to present himself in the drawing-room. In the interval, Mr. Troy had taken his leave, and Moody\u2019s position had dropped a degree lower in Lady Lydiard\u2019s estimation."}, {"quote": "\u201cWhy should you trouble yourself to do that?", "context": "He was by this time, it is needless to say, convinced that Moody had not only gone back to consult Old Sharon on his own responsibility, but worse still, had taken the unwarrantable liberty of introducing him, as a spy, into the house. To communicate this explanation to Lady Lydiard would, in her present humor, be simply to produce the dismissal of the steward from her service. The only other alternative was to ask leave to interrogate Moody privately, and, after duly reproving him, to insist on the departure of Old Sharon as the one condition on which Mr. Troy would consent to keep Lady Lydiard in ignorance of the truth.\n\n\u201cI think I shall manage better with Moody, if your Ladyship will permit me to see him in private,\u201d the lawyer said. \u201cShall I go downstairs and speak with him in his own room?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy should you trouble yourself to do that?\u201d said her Ladyship. \u201cSee him here; and I will go into the boudoir.\u201d\n\nAs she made that reply, the footman appeared at the drawing-room door.\n\n\u201cSend Moody here,\u201d said Lady Lydiard.\n\nThe footman\u2019s answer, delivered at that moment, assumed an importance which was not expressed in the footman\u2019s words. \u201cMy Lady,\u201d he said, \u201cMr. Moody has gone out.\u201d\n\nCHAPTER XIII.\n\nWHILE the strange proceedings of the steward were the subject of conversation between Lady Lydiard and Mr. Troy, Moody was alone in his room, occupied in writing to Isabel. Being unwilling that any eyes but his own should see the address, he had himself posted his letter; the time that he had chosen for leaving the house proving, unfortunately, to be also the time proposed by her Ladyship for his interview with the lawyer. In ten minutes after the footman had reported his absence, Moody returned. It was then too late to present himself in the drawing-room. In the interval, Mr. Troy had taken his leave, and Moody\u2019s position had dropped a degree lower in Lady Lydiard\u2019s estimation."}, {"quote": "\u201cSee him here; and I will go into the boudoir.\u201d", "context": "He was by this time, it is needless to say, convinced that Moody had not only gone back to consult Old Sharon on his own responsibility, but worse still, had taken the unwarrantable liberty of introducing him, as a spy, into the house. To communicate this explanation to Lady Lydiard would, in her present humor, be simply to produce the dismissal of the steward from her service. The only other alternative was to ask leave to interrogate Moody privately, and, after duly reproving him, to insist on the departure of Old Sharon as the one condition on which Mr. Troy would consent to keep Lady Lydiard in ignorance of the truth.\n\n\u201cI think I shall manage better with Moody, if your Ladyship will permit me to see him in private,\u201d the lawyer said. \u201cShall I go downstairs and speak with him in his own room?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy should you trouble yourself to do that?\u201d said her Ladyship. \u201cSee him here; and I will go into the boudoir.\u201d\n\nAs she made that reply, the footman appeared at the drawing-room door.\n\n\u201cSend Moody here,\u201d said Lady Lydiard.\n\nThe footman\u2019s answer, delivered at that moment, assumed an importance which was not expressed in the footman\u2019s words. \u201cMy Lady,\u201d he said, \u201cMr. Moody has gone out.\u201d\n\nCHAPTER XIII.\n\nWHILE the strange proceedings of the steward were the subject of conversation between Lady Lydiard and Mr. Troy, Moody was alone in his room, occupied in writing to Isabel. Being unwilling that any eyes but his own should see the address, he had himself posted his letter; the time that he had chosen for leaving the house proving, unfortunately, to be also the time proposed by her Ladyship for his interview with the lawyer. In ten minutes after the footman had reported his absence, Moody returned. It was then too late to present himself in the drawing-room. In the interval, Mr. Troy had taken his leave, and Moody\u2019s position had dropped a degree lower in Lady Lydiard\u2019s estimation."}, {"quote": "\u201cSend Moody here,", "context": "He was by this time, it is needless to say, convinced that Moody had not only gone back to consult Old Sharon on his own responsibility, but worse still, had taken the unwarrantable liberty of introducing him, as a spy, into the house. To communicate this explanation to Lady Lydiard would, in her present humor, be simply to produce the dismissal of the steward from her service. The only other alternative was to ask leave to interrogate Moody privately, and, after duly reproving him, to insist on the departure of Old Sharon as the one condition on which Mr. Troy would consent to keep Lady Lydiard in ignorance of the truth.\n\n\u201cI think I shall manage better with Moody, if your Ladyship will permit me to see him in private,\u201d the lawyer said. \u201cShall I go downstairs and speak with him in his own room?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy should you trouble yourself to do that?\u201d said her Ladyship. \u201cSee him here; and I will go into the boudoir.\u201d\n\nAs she made that reply, the footman appeared at the drawing-room door.\n\n\u201cSend Moody here,\u201d said Lady Lydiard.\n\nThe footman\u2019s answer, delivered at that moment, assumed an importance which was not expressed in the footman\u2019s words. \u201cMy Lady,\u201d he said, \u201cMr. Moody has gone out.\u201d\n\nCHAPTER XIII.\n\nWHILE the strange proceedings of the steward were the subject of conversation between Lady Lydiard and Mr. Troy, Moody was alone in his room, occupied in writing to Isabel. Being unwilling that any eyes but his own should see the address, he had himself posted his letter; the time that he had chosen for leaving the house proving, unfortunately, to be also the time proposed by her Ladyship for his interview with the lawyer. In ten minutes after the footman had reported his absence, Moody returned. It was then too late to present himself in the drawing-room. In the interval, Mr. Troy had taken his leave, and Moody\u2019s position had dropped a degree lower in Lady Lydiard\u2019s estimation."}, {"quote": "\"I shall really experience deep regret to leave your dwelling-place, dear Katherine,", "context": "The subject of that discourse had inspired Ellen with emotions of pride, as well as of joy. She walked with a dignity and yet an elegance of motion which denoted the vigour of that vital system which was so highly developed in her voluptuous style of beauty. The generous and noble feelings of the heart shone in the light of her deep blue eyes, and in the animation of that countenance where the fair and red were so exquisitely blended. They were indicated, too, by the expression of that short and somewhat haughty upper lip which belonged to the classic regularity of her features, and in the dilation of the rose-tinted nostrils.\n\nEllen was a finer and far lovelier creature than Katherine; \u2014 but the latter was characterised by more of that tender sensibility and touching interest which physiologists deem the development of the intellectual system. The eyes were intensely expressive; and over her features a soft, pale, and modest light seemed to be shed. Her figure was delicate and slight, and contrasted strongly with that luxuriant expansion which constituted the fine and not less symmetrical proportions of Ellen.\n\n\"I shall really experience deep regret to leave your dwelling-place, dear Katherine,\" observed Ellen, as they entered a hard and dry pathway leading through the fields; \"for even at this season, it possesses many attractions superior to the vicinity of a great city.\"\n\n\"In the warmer months it is a beautiful spot,\" returned Katherine. \"But you will not leave me to-day? Consider \u2014 you have only been here a few hours \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Since yesterday morning,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a smile; \"and in that time we have formed a friendship which may never, I hope, be interrupted.\""}, {"quote": "\"for even at this season, it possesses many attractions superior to the vicinity of a great city.\"", "context": "Ellen was a finer and far lovelier creature than Katherine; \u2014 but the latter was characterised by more of that tender sensibility and touching interest which physiologists deem the development of the intellectual system. The eyes were intensely expressive; and over her features a soft, pale, and modest light seemed to be shed. Her figure was delicate and slight, and contrasted strongly with that luxuriant expansion which constituted the fine and not less symmetrical proportions of Ellen.\n\n\"I shall really experience deep regret to leave your dwelling-place, dear Katherine,\" observed Ellen, as they entered a hard and dry pathway leading through the fields; \"for even at this season, it possesses many attractions superior to the vicinity of a great city.\"\n\n\"In the warmer months it is a beautiful spot,\" returned Katherine. \"But you will not leave me to-day? Consider \u2014 you have only been here a few hours \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Since yesterday morning,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a smile; \"and in that time we have formed a friendship which may never, I hope, be interrupted.\"\n\n\"Oh! never,\" said Katherine warmly. \"It was so kind of you to come and find me out in my seclusion \u2014 so considerate to make me acquainted with all those wonderful events which have occurred to my benefactor \u2014 \u2014 \""}, {"quote": "\"In the warmer months it is a beautiful spot,", "context": "Ellen was a finer and far lovelier creature than Katherine; \u2014 but the latter was characterised by more of that tender sensibility and touching interest which physiologists deem the development of the intellectual system. The eyes were intensely expressive; and over her features a soft, pale, and modest light seemed to be shed. Her figure was delicate and slight, and contrasted strongly with that luxuriant expansion which constituted the fine and not less symmetrical proportions of Ellen.\n\n\"I shall really experience deep regret to leave your dwelling-place, dear Katherine,\" observed Ellen, as they entered a hard and dry pathway leading through the fields; \"for even at this season, it possesses many attractions superior to the vicinity of a great city.\"\n\n\"In the warmer months it is a beautiful spot,\" returned Katherine. \"But you will not leave me to-day? Consider \u2014 you have only been here a few hours \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Since yesterday morning,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a smile; \"and in that time we have formed a friendship which may never, I hope, be interrupted.\"\n\n\"Oh! never,\" said Katherine warmly. \"It was so kind of you to come and find me out in my seclusion \u2014 so considerate to make me acquainted with all those wonderful events which have occurred to my benefactor \u2014 \u2014 \""}, {"quote": "\"Since yesterday morning,", "context": "Ellen was a finer and far lovelier creature than Katherine; \u2014 but the latter was characterised by more of that tender sensibility and touching interest which physiologists deem the development of the intellectual system. The eyes were intensely expressive; and over her features a soft, pale, and modest light seemed to be shed. Her figure was delicate and slight, and contrasted strongly with that luxuriant expansion which constituted the fine and not less symmetrical proportions of Ellen.\n\n\"I shall really experience deep regret to leave your dwelling-place, dear Katherine,\" observed Ellen, as they entered a hard and dry pathway leading through the fields; \"for even at this season, it possesses many attractions superior to the vicinity of a great city.\"\n\n\"In the warmer months it is a beautiful spot,\" returned Katherine. \"But you will not leave me to-day? Consider \u2014 you have only been here a few hours \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Since yesterday morning,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a smile; \"and in that time we have formed a friendship which may never, I hope, be interrupted.\"\n\n\"Oh! never,\" said Katherine warmly. \"It was so kind of you to come and find me out in my seclusion \u2014 so considerate to make me acquainted with all those wonderful events which have occurred to my benefactor \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Nay \u2014 neither kind nor considerate,\" again interrupted Ellen. \"Richard's letter, dated from the city of Abrantani on the 10th, and received by my father the day before yesterday, enjoined him to send me to see you \u2014 to make your acquaintance \u2014 to assure myself that you are well and happy \u2014 and to communicate to you tidings which Richard feels will be welcome to all his friends.\""}, {"quote": "\"and in that time we have formed a friendship which may never, I hope, be interrupted.\"", "context": "\"I shall really experience deep regret to leave your dwelling-place, dear Katherine,\" observed Ellen, as they entered a hard and dry pathway leading through the fields; \"for even at this season, it possesses many attractions superior to the vicinity of a great city.\"\n\n\"In the warmer months it is a beautiful spot,\" returned Katherine. \"But you will not leave me to-day? Consider \u2014 you have only been here a few hours \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Since yesterday morning,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a smile; \"and in that time we have formed a friendship which may never, I hope, be interrupted.\"\n\n\"Oh! never,\" said Katherine warmly. \"It was so kind of you to come and find me out in my seclusion \u2014 so considerate to make me acquainted with all those wonderful events which have occurred to my benefactor \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Nay \u2014 neither kind nor considerate,\" again interrupted Ellen. \"Richard's letter, dated from the city of Abrantani on the 10th, and received by my father the day before yesterday, enjoined him to send me to see you \u2014 to make your acquaintance \u2014 to assure myself that you are well and happy \u2014 and to communicate to you tidings which Richard feels will be welcome to all his friends.\""}, {"quote": "\"Nay \u2014 neither kind nor considerate,", "context": "\" returned Katherine. \"But you will not leave me to-day? Consider \u2014 you have only been here a few hours \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Since yesterday morning,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a smile; \"and in that time we have formed a friendship which may never, I hope, be interrupted.\"\n\n\"Oh! never,\" said Katherine warmly. \"It was so kind of you to come and find me out in my seclusion \u2014 so considerate to make me acquainted with all those wonderful events which have occurred to my benefactor \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Nay \u2014 neither kind nor considerate,\" again interrupted Ellen. \"Richard's letter, dated from the city of Abrantani on the 10th, and received by my father the day before yesterday, enjoined him to send me to see you \u2014 to make your acquaintance \u2014 to assure myself that you are well and happy \u2014 and to communicate to you tidings which Richard feels will be welcome to all his friends.\"\n\n\"Oh! welcome indeed!\" exclaimed Katherine, with grateful enthusiasm. \"How much do I owe to him \u2014 and how worthy is he of that rank which has rewarded his grand deeds! Such a man could not long remain a humble individual: his great talents \u2014 his noble heart \u2014 his fine qualities were certain to elevate him above the sphere in which he was born.\""}, {"quote": "\"Richard's letter, dated from the city of Abrantani on the 10th, and received by my father the day before yesterday, enjoined him to send me to see you \u2014 to make your acquaintance \u2014 to assure myself that you are well and happy \u2014 and to communicate to you tidings which Richard feels will be welcome to all his friends.\"", "context": "\" returned Katherine. \"But you will not leave me to-day? Consider \u2014 you have only been here a few hours \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Since yesterday morning,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a smile; \"and in that time we have formed a friendship which may never, I hope, be interrupted.\"\n\n\"Oh! never,\" said Katherine warmly. \"It was so kind of you to come and find me out in my seclusion \u2014 so considerate to make me acquainted with all those wonderful events which have occurred to my benefactor \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Nay \u2014 neither kind nor considerate,\" again interrupted Ellen. \"Richard's letter, dated from the city of Abrantani on the 10th, and received by my father the day before yesterday, enjoined him to send me to see you \u2014 to make your acquaintance \u2014 to assure myself that you are well and happy \u2014 and to communicate to you tidings which Richard feels will be welcome to all his friends.\"\n\n\"Oh! welcome indeed!\" exclaimed Katherine, with grateful enthusiasm. \"How much do I owe to him \u2014 and how worthy is he of that rank which has rewarded his grand deeds! Such a man could not long remain a humble individual: his great talents \u2014 his noble heart \u2014 his fine qualities were certain to elevate him above the sphere in which he was born.\"\n\n\"And now will the name of Markham go down to posterity,\" said Ellen, proudly: \"and the glory which Richard has thrown around it, will be to some degree shared by all who bear it. Oh! this was prophesied to me but a little while ago; \u2014 and yet, then how far was I from suspecting that the realisation of the prediction was so near at hand, especially too, as that prediction was not uttered with any reference to Richard \u2014 but to another, \u2014 that other alluding to himself!\""}, {"quote": "\"Oh! welcome indeed!", "context": "\"Oh! never,\" said Katherine warmly. \"It was so kind of you to come and find me out in my seclusion \u2014 so considerate to make me acquainted with all those wonderful events which have occurred to my benefactor \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Nay \u2014 neither kind nor considerate,\" again interrupted Ellen. \"Richard's letter, dated from the city of Abrantani on the 10th, and received by my father the day before yesterday, enjoined him to send me to see you \u2014 to make your acquaintance \u2014 to assure myself that you are well and happy \u2014 and to communicate to you tidings which Richard feels will be welcome to all his friends.\"\n\n\"Oh! welcome indeed!\" exclaimed Katherine, with grateful enthusiasm. \"How much do I owe to him \u2014 and how worthy is he of that rank which has rewarded his grand deeds! Such a man could not long remain a humble individual: his great talents \u2014 his noble heart \u2014 his fine qualities were certain to elevate him above the sphere in which he was born.\"\n\n\"And now will the name of Markham go down to posterity,\" said Ellen, proudly: \"and the glory which Richard has thrown around it, will be to some degree shared by all who bear it. Oh! this was prophesied to me but a little while ago; \u2014 and yet, then how far was I from suspecting that the realisation of the prediction was so near at hand, especially too, as that prediction was not uttered with any reference to Richard \u2014 but to another, \u2014 that other alluding to himself!\""}, {"quote": "\"How much do I owe to him \u2014 and how worthy is he of that rank which has rewarded his grand deeds! Such a man could not long remain a humble individual: his great talents \u2014 his noble heart \u2014 his fine qualities were certain to elevate him above the sphere in which he was born.\"", "context": "\"Oh! never,\" said Katherine warmly. \"It was so kind of you to come and find me out in my seclusion \u2014 so considerate to make me acquainted with all those wonderful events which have occurred to my benefactor \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Nay \u2014 neither kind nor considerate,\" again interrupted Ellen. \"Richard's letter, dated from the city of Abrantani on the 10th, and received by my father the day before yesterday, enjoined him to send me to see you \u2014 to make your acquaintance \u2014 to assure myself that you are well and happy \u2014 and to communicate to you tidings which Richard feels will be welcome to all his friends.\"\n\n\"Oh! welcome indeed!\" exclaimed Katherine, with grateful enthusiasm. \"How much do I owe to him \u2014 and how worthy is he of that rank which has rewarded his grand deeds! Such a man could not long remain a humble individual: his great talents \u2014 his noble heart \u2014 his fine qualities were certain to elevate him above the sphere in which he was born.\"\n\n\"And now will the name of Markham go down to posterity,\" said Ellen, proudly: \"and the glory which Richard has thrown around it, will be to some degree shared by all who bear it. Oh! this was prophesied to me but a little while ago; \u2014 and yet, then how far was I from suspecting that the realisation of the prediction was so near at hand, especially too, as that prediction was not uttered with any reference to Richard \u2014 but to another, \u2014 that other alluding to himself!\""}, {"quote": "\"And now will the name of Markham go down to posterity,", "context": "\"Richard's letter, dated from the city of Abrantani on the 10th, and received by my father the day before yesterday, enjoined him to send me to see you \u2014 to make your acquaintance \u2014 to assure myself that you are well and happy \u2014 and to communicate to you tidings which Richard feels will be welcome to all his friends.\"\n\n\"Oh! welcome indeed!\" exclaimed Katherine, with grateful enthusiasm. \"How much do I owe to him \u2014 and how worthy is he of that rank which has rewarded his grand deeds! Such a man could not long remain a humble individual: his great talents \u2014 his noble heart \u2014 his fine qualities were certain to elevate him above the sphere in which he was born.\"\n\n\"And now will the name of Markham go down to posterity,\" said Ellen, proudly: \"and the glory which Richard has thrown around it, will be to some degree shared by all who bear it. Oh! this was prophesied to me but a little while ago; \u2014 and yet, then how far was I from suspecting that the realisation of the prediction was so near at hand, especially too, as that prediction was not uttered with any reference to Richard \u2014 but to another, \u2014 that other alluding to himself!\"\n\nKatherine cast a glance of surprise towards her companion, whose last words were unintelligible to her; and Ellen, apparently recollecting herself, hastened to add, \"But I was speaking of matters which are yet unknown \u2014 yet strange to you. Think no more of my observations on that topic. There are times when the soul is lost and bewildered in the contemplation of the world's strange events and marvellous vicissitudes; and such has often been the case with me during the last few days. It was on the 16th of January that we received the letter which imparted us the tidings of Richard's first exploit \u2014 the capture of Estella. Oh! how sincerely I prayed for his success \u2014 and yet I trembled for him! My father, too, had some misgivings; but we endeavoured to reassure each other, mutually concealing our fears. Two or three days afterwards we received the news of his triumphant entry into Villabella; \u2014 another interval of a few days, and we had a letter from him, giving us a brief account of the Battle of Piacere. Our fears were almost entirely dissipated by the tidings of this glorious achievement; and if any doubts yet lingered, they were completely dispelled by the news of the great victory of Abrantani. Oh! how well has he earned that coronet which now adorns his brow! \u2014 how well does that proud title of Marquis become the great, the generous, and the good!\""}, {"quote": "\"and the glory which Richard has thrown around it, will be to some degree shared by all who bear it. Oh! this was prophesied to me but a little while ago; \u2014 and yet, then how far was I from suspecting that the realisation of the prediction was so near at hand, especially too, as that prediction was not uttered with any reference to Richard \u2014 but to another, \u2014 that other alluding to himself!\"", "context": "\"Richard's letter, dated from the city of Abrantani on the 10th, and received by my father the day before yesterday, enjoined him to send me to see you \u2014 to make your acquaintance \u2014 to assure myself that you are well and happy \u2014 and to communicate to you tidings which Richard feels will be welcome to all his friends.\"\n\n\"Oh! welcome indeed!\" exclaimed Katherine, with grateful enthusiasm. \"How much do I owe to him \u2014 and how worthy is he of that rank which has rewarded his grand deeds! Such a man could not long remain a humble individual: his great talents \u2014 his noble heart \u2014 his fine qualities were certain to elevate him above the sphere in which he was born.\"\n\n\"And now will the name of Markham go down to posterity,\" said Ellen, proudly: \"and the glory which Richard has thrown around it, will be to some degree shared by all who bear it. Oh! this was prophesied to me but a little while ago; \u2014 and yet, then how far was I from suspecting that the realisation of the prediction was so near at hand, especially too, as that prediction was not uttered with any reference to Richard \u2014 but to another, \u2014 that other alluding to himself!\"\n\nKatherine cast a glance of surprise towards her companion, whose last words were unintelligible to her; and Ellen, apparently recollecting herself, hastened to add, \"But I was speaking of matters which are yet unknown \u2014 yet strange to you. Think no more of my observations on that topic. There are times when the soul is lost and bewildered in the contemplation of the world's strange events and marvellous vicissitudes; and such has often been the case with me during the last few days. It was on the 16th of January that we received the letter which imparted us the tidings of Richard's first exploit \u2014 the capture of Estella. Oh! how sincerely I prayed for his success \u2014 and yet I trembled for him! My father, too, had some misgivings; but we endeavoured to reassure each other, mutually concealing our fears. Two or three days afterwards we received the news of his triumphant entry into Villabella; \u2014 another interval of a few days, and we had a letter from him, giving us a brief account of the Battle of Piacere. Our fears were almost entirely dissipated by the tidings of this glorious achievement; and if any doubts yet lingered, they were completely dispelled by the news of the great victory of Abrantani. Oh! how well has he earned that coronet which now adorns his brow! \u2014 how well does that proud title of Marquis become the great, the generous, and the good!\""}, {"quote": "\"Would that his struggles were over, and that the civil war was put an end to in Castelcicala!", "context": "Katherine cast a glance of surprise towards her companion, whose last words were unintelligible to her; and Ellen, apparently recollecting herself, hastened to add, \"But I was speaking of matters which are yet unknown \u2014 yet strange to you. Think no more of my observations on that topic. There are times when the soul is lost and bewildered in the contemplation of the world's strange events and marvellous vicissitudes; and such has often been the case with me during the last few days. It was on the 16th of January that we received the letter which imparted us the tidings of Richard's first exploit \u2014 the capture of Estella. Oh! how sincerely I prayed for his success \u2014 and yet I trembled for him! My father, too, had some misgivings; but we endeavoured to reassure each other, mutually concealing our fears. Two or three days afterwards we received the news of his triumphant entry into Villabella; \u2014 another interval of a few days, and we had a letter from him, giving us a brief account of the Battle of Piacere. Our fears were almost entirely dissipated by the tidings of this glorious achievement; and if any doubts yet lingered, they were completely dispelled by the news of the great victory of Abrantani. Oh! how well has he earned that coronet which now adorns his brow! \u2014 how well does that proud title of Marquis become the great, the generous, and the good!\"\n\n\"Would that his struggles were over, and that the civil war was put an end to in Castelcicala!\" exclaimed Miss Wilmot \u2014 for the news of the great victory beneath the walls of Montoni were yet unknown in England.\n\n\"I have no fears for the result,\" said Ellen: \"a conqueror has he hitherto been \u2014 and a conqueror will he remain! Heaven itself prospers him in this undertaking: the wise dispensations of Providence are apparent throughout his career in the Grand Duchy. Had the first expedition, which landed at Ossore, succeeded, there were great chiefs \u2014 Grachia and Morosino \u2014 who would have taken the lead in the State. But the enterprise failed \u2014 and those patriots were numbered with the slain. The idea of releasing from their captivity his companions in that fatal affair, led Richard to the attack of Estella. He succeeded \u2014 and he stood alone at the head of the movement. There was not a chief amongst the patriots to dispute his title to that elevated situation.\""}, {"quote": "\"I have no fears for the result,", "context": "Katherine cast a glance of surprise towards her companion, whose last words were unintelligible to her; and Ellen, apparently recollecting herself, hastened to add, \"But I was speaking of matters which are yet unknown \u2014 yet strange to you. Think no more of my observations on that topic. There are times when the soul is lost and bewildered in the contemplation of the world's strange events and marvellous vicissitudes; and such has often been the case with me during the last few days. It was on the 16th of January that we received the letter which imparted us the tidings of Richard's first exploit \u2014 the capture of Estella. Oh! how sincerely I prayed for his success \u2014 and yet I trembled for him! My father, too, had some misgivings; but we endeavoured to reassure each other, mutually concealing our fears. Two or three days afterwards we received the news of his triumphant entry into Villabella; \u2014 another interval of a few days, and we had a letter from him, giving us a brief account of the Battle of Piacere. Our fears were almost entirely dissipated by the tidings of this glorious achievement; and if any doubts yet lingered, they were completely dispelled by the news of the great victory of Abrantani. Oh! how well has he earned that coronet which now adorns his brow! \u2014 how well does that proud title of Marquis become the great, the generous, and the good!\"\n\n\"Would that his struggles were over, and that the civil war was put an end to in Castelcicala!\" exclaimed Miss Wilmot \u2014 for the news of the great victory beneath the walls of Montoni were yet unknown in England.\n\n\"I have no fears for the result,\" said Ellen: \"a conqueror has he hitherto been \u2014 and a conqueror will he remain! Heaven itself prospers him in this undertaking: the wise dispensations of Providence are apparent throughout his career in the Grand Duchy. Had the first expedition, which landed at Ossore, succeeded, there were great chiefs \u2014 Grachia and Morosino \u2014 who would have taken the lead in the State. But the enterprise failed \u2014 and those patriots were numbered with the slain. The idea of releasing from their captivity his companions in that fatal affair, led Richard to the attack of Estella. He succeeded \u2014 and he stood alone at the head of the movement. There was not a chief amongst the patriots to dispute his title to that elevated situation.\""}, {"quote": "\"a conqueror has he hitherto been \u2014 and a conqueror will he remain! Heaven itself prospers him in this undertaking: the wise dispensations of Providence are apparent throughout his career in the Grand Duchy. Had the first expedition, which landed at Ossore, succeeded, there were great chiefs \u2014 Grachia and Morosino \u2014 who would have taken the lead in the State. But the enterprise failed \u2014 and those patriots were numbered with the slain. The idea of releasing from their captivity his companions in that fatal affair, led Richard to the attack of Estella. He succeeded \u2014 and he stood alone at the head of the movement. There was not a chief amongst the patriots to dispute his title to that elevated situation.\"", "context": "Katherine cast a glance of surprise towards her companion, whose last words were unintelligible to her; and Ellen, apparently recollecting herself, hastened to add, \"But I was speaking of matters which are yet unknown \u2014 yet strange to you. Think no more of my observations on that topic. There are times when the soul is lost and bewildered in the contemplation of the world's strange events and marvellous vicissitudes; and such has often been the case with me during the last few days. It was on the 16th of January that we received the letter which imparted us the tidings of Richard's first exploit \u2014 the capture of Estella. Oh! how sincerely I prayed for his success \u2014 and yet I trembled for him! My father, too, had some misgivings; but we endeavoured to reassure each other, mutually concealing our fears. Two or three days afterwards we received the news of his triumphant entry into Villabella; \u2014 another interval of a few days, and we had a letter from him, giving us a brief account of the Battle of Piacere. Our fears were almost entirely dissipated by the tidings of this glorious achievement; and if any doubts yet lingered, they were completely dispelled by the news of the great victory of Abrantani. Oh! how well has he earned that coronet which now adorns his brow! \u2014 how well does that proud title of Marquis become the great, the generous, and the good!\"\n\n\"Would that his struggles were over, and that the civil war was put an end to in Castelcicala!\" exclaimed Miss Wilmot \u2014 for the news of the great victory beneath the walls of Montoni were yet unknown in England.\n\n\"I have no fears for the result,\" said Ellen: \"a conqueror has he hitherto been \u2014 and a conqueror will he remain! Heaven itself prospers him in this undertaking: the wise dispensations of Providence are apparent throughout his career in the Grand Duchy. Had the first expedition, which landed at Ossore, succeeded, there were great chiefs \u2014 Grachia and Morosino \u2014 who would have taken the lead in the State. But the enterprise failed \u2014 and those patriots were numbered with the slain. The idea of releasing from their captivity his companions in that fatal affair, led Richard to the attack of Estella. He succeeded \u2014 and he stood alone at the head of the movement. There was not a chief amongst the patriots to dispute his title to that elevated situation.\"\n\n\"Yes \u2014 the finger of heaven was assuredly visible in all those circumstances which led to my benefactor's greatness,\" remarked Katherine. \"Methinks that when I see him again, I shall be strangely embarrassed in his presence: \u2014 instead of addressing him by the familiar name of Mr. Markham, my lips must tutor themselves to breathe the formal words 'My Lord,' and 'Your Lordship;' and \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Oh! you wrong our noble-hearted friend \u2014 our mutual benefactor,\" interrupted Ellen."}, {"quote": "\"Yes \u2014 the finger of heaven was assuredly visible in all those circumstances which led to my benefactor's greatness,", "context": "\"a conqueror has he hitherto been \u2014 and a conqueror will he remain! Heaven itself prospers him in this undertaking: the wise dispensations of Providence are apparent throughout his career in the Grand Duchy. Had the first expedition, which landed at Ossore, succeeded, there were great chiefs \u2014 Grachia and Morosino \u2014 who would have taken the lead in the State. But the enterprise failed \u2014 and those patriots were numbered with the slain. The idea of releasing from their captivity his companions in that fatal affair, led Richard to the attack of Estella. He succeeded \u2014 and he stood alone at the head of the movement. There was not a chief amongst the patriots to dispute his title to that elevated situation.\"\n\n\"Yes \u2014 the finger of heaven was assuredly visible in all those circumstances which led to my benefactor's greatness,\" remarked Katherine. \"Methinks that when I see him again, I shall be strangely embarrassed in his presence: \u2014 instead of addressing him by the familiar name of Mr. Markham, my lips must tutor themselves to breathe the formal words 'My Lord,' and 'Your Lordship;' and \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Oh! you wrong our noble-hearted friend \u2014 our mutual benefactor,\" interrupted Ellen. \"Rank and distinction \u2014 wealth and glory cannot change his heart: he will only esteem them as the elements of an influence and of a power to do much good.\""}, {"quote": "\"Oh! you wrong our noble-hearted friend \u2014 our mutual benefactor,", "context": "\"a conqueror has he hitherto been \u2014 and a conqueror will he remain! Heaven itself prospers him in this undertaking: the wise dispensations of Providence are apparent throughout his career in the Grand Duchy. Had the first expedition, which landed at Ossore, succeeded, there were great chiefs \u2014 Grachia and Morosino \u2014 who would have taken the lead in the State. But the enterprise failed \u2014 and those patriots were numbered with the slain. The idea of releasing from their captivity his companions in that fatal affair, led Richard to the attack of Estella. He succeeded \u2014 and he stood alone at the head of the movement. There was not a chief amongst the patriots to dispute his title to that elevated situation.\"\n\n\"Yes \u2014 the finger of heaven was assuredly visible in all those circumstances which led to my benefactor's greatness,\" remarked Katherine. \"Methinks that when I see him again, I shall be strangely embarrassed in his presence: \u2014 instead of addressing him by the familiar name of Mr. Markham, my lips must tutor themselves to breathe the formal words 'My Lord,' and 'Your Lordship;' and \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Oh! you wrong our noble-hearted friend \u2014 our mutual benefactor,\" interrupted Ellen. \"Rank and distinction \u2014 wealth and glory cannot change his heart: he will only esteem them as the elements of an influence and of a power to do much good.\"\n\nThe young ladies paused in their conversation, because two persons were approaching along the pathway.\n\nA man muffled in a large cloak, and with a countenance of cadaverous repulsiveness scowling above the collar, advanced first; and behind him walked a female whose bowed form denoted the decrepitude of old age. There was an interval of perhaps a dozen yards between them; for the woman was unable to keep pace with the more impatient progress of the man."}, {"quote": "\"Rank and distinction \u2014 wealth and glory cannot change his heart: he will only esteem them as the elements of an influence and of a power to do much good.\"", "context": "\"Yes \u2014 the finger of heaven was assuredly visible in all those circumstances which led to my benefactor's greatness,\" remarked Katherine. \"Methinks that when I see him again, I shall be strangely embarrassed in his presence: \u2014 instead of addressing him by the familiar name of Mr. Markham, my lips must tutor themselves to breathe the formal words 'My Lord,' and 'Your Lordship;' and \u2014 \u2014 \"\n\n\"Oh! you wrong our noble-hearted friend \u2014 our mutual benefactor,\" interrupted Ellen. \"Rank and distinction \u2014 wealth and glory cannot change his heart: he will only esteem them as the elements of an influence and of a power to do much good.\"\n\nThe young ladies paused in their conversation, because two persons were approaching along the pathway.\n\nA man muffled in a large cloak, and with a countenance of cadaverous repulsiveness scowling above the collar, advanced first; and behind him walked a female whose bowed form denoted the decrepitude of old age. There was an interval of perhaps a dozen yards between them; for the woman was unable to keep pace with the more impatient progress of the man.\n\n\"Is this the way, young ladies, to Farmer Bennet's"}, {"quote": "\"Is this the way, young ladies, to Farmer Bennet's?", "context": "\"Rank and distinction \u2014 wealth and glory cannot change his heart: he will only esteem them as the elements of an influence and of a power to do much good.\"\n\nThe young ladies paused in their conversation, because two persons were approaching along the pathway.\n\nA man muffled in a large cloak, and with a countenance of cadaverous repulsiveness scowling above the collar, advanced first; and behind him walked a female whose bowed form denoted the decrepitude of old age. There was an interval of perhaps a dozen yards between them; for the woman was unable to keep pace with the more impatient progress of the man.\n\n\"Is this the way, young ladies, to Farmer Bennet's?\" demanded the foremost individual, when he was within a few feet of Ellen and Katherine.\n\n\"It is,\" replied Kate. \"You may see the roof appearing from the other side of yonder eminence. Mr. Bennet is not, however, within at this moment: he has gone to a neighbouring village on business, and will not return till two o'clock.\"\n\n\"Then you know Farmer Bennet?\" exclaimed the Resurrection Man \u2014 for he was the individual who had addressed the young ladies.\n\nBut before Katherine could give any reply, an exclamation of astonishment broke from the lips of Ellen, whose eyes had just recognised the countenance of the old hag."}, {"quote": "\"You may see the roof appearing from the other side of yonder eminence. Mr. Bennet is not, however, within at this moment: he has gone to a neighbouring village on business, and will not return till two o'clock.\"", "context": "A man muffled in a large cloak, and with a countenance of cadaverous repulsiveness scowling above the collar, advanced first; and behind him walked a female whose bowed form denoted the decrepitude of old age. There was an interval of perhaps a dozen yards between them; for the woman was unable to keep pace with the more impatient progress of the man.\n\n\"Is this the way, young ladies, to Farmer Bennet's?\" demanded the foremost individual, when he was within a few feet of Ellen and Katherine.\n\n\"It is,\" replied Kate. \"You may see the roof appearing from the other side of yonder eminence. Mr. Bennet is not, however, within at this moment: he has gone to a neighbouring village on business, and will not return till two o'clock.\"\n\n\"Then you know Farmer Bennet?\" exclaimed the Resurrection Man \u2014 for he was the individual who had addressed the young ladies.\n\nBut before Katherine could give any reply, an exclamation of astonishment broke from the lips of Ellen, whose eyes had just recognised the countenance of the old hag.\n\n\"Well, Miss \u2014 do I have the pleasure of meeting you once more?\" said the detestable woman, with a leer comprehensively significant in allusion to the past: then, as her eyes wandered from Ellen's countenance to that of Katherine, she suddenly became strangely excited, and exclaimed,"}, {"quote": "\"Then you know Farmer Bennet?", "context": "A man muffled in a large cloak, and with a countenance of cadaverous repulsiveness scowling above the collar, advanced first; and behind him walked a female whose bowed form denoted the decrepitude of old age. There was an interval of perhaps a dozen yards between them; for the woman was unable to keep pace with the more impatient progress of the man.\n\n\"Is this the way, young ladies, to Farmer Bennet's?\" demanded the foremost individual, when he was within a few feet of Ellen and Katherine.\n\n\"It is,\" replied Kate. \"You may see the roof appearing from the other side of yonder eminence. Mr. Bennet is not, however, within at this moment: he has gone to a neighbouring village on business, and will not return till two o'clock.\"\n\n\"Then you know Farmer Bennet?\" exclaimed the Resurrection Man \u2014 for he was the individual who had addressed the young ladies.\n\nBut before Katherine could give any reply, an exclamation of astonishment broke from the lips of Ellen, whose eyes had just recognised the countenance of the old hag.\n\n\"Well, Miss \u2014 do I have the pleasure of meeting you once more?\" said the detestable woman, with a leer comprehensively significant in allusion to the past: then, as her eyes wandered from Ellen's countenance to that of Katherine, she suddenly became strangely excited, and exclaimed,"}, {"quote": "\"Well, Miss \u2014 do I have the pleasure of meeting you once more?", "context": "\"You may see the roof appearing from the other side of yonder eminence. Mr. Bennet is not, however, within at this moment: he has gone to a neighbouring village on business, and will not return till two o'clock.\"\n\n\"Then you know Farmer Bennet?\" exclaimed the Resurrection Man \u2014 for he was the individual who had addressed the young ladies.\n\nBut before Katherine could give any reply, an exclamation of astonishment broke from the lips of Ellen, whose eyes had just recognised the countenance of the old hag.\n\n\"Well, Miss \u2014 do I have the pleasure of meeting you once more?\" said the detestable woman, with a leer comprehensively significant in allusion to the past: then, as her eyes wandered from Ellen's countenance to that of Katherine, she suddenly became strangely excited, and exclaimed, \"Ah! Miss Wilmot!\"\n\n\"Is this Miss Wilmot?\" demanded the Resurrection Man, with an impatient glance towards Katherine, while he really addressed himself to the old hag.\n\n\"My name is Wilmot,\" said Kate, in her soft and somewhat timid tone."}, {"quote": "\"Ah! Miss Wilmot!\"", "context": "\" exclaimed the Resurrection Man \u2014 for he was the individual who had addressed the young ladies.\n\nBut before Katherine could give any reply, an exclamation of astonishment broke from the lips of Ellen, whose eyes had just recognised the countenance of the old hag.\n\n\"Well, Miss \u2014 do I have the pleasure of meeting you once more?\" said the detestable woman, with a leer comprehensively significant in allusion to the past: then, as her eyes wandered from Ellen's countenance to that of Katherine, she suddenly became strangely excited, and exclaimed, \"Ah! Miss Wilmot!\"\n\n\"Is this Miss Wilmot?\" demanded the Resurrection Man, with an impatient glance towards Katherine, while he really addressed himself to the old hag.\n\n\"My name is Wilmot,\" said Kate, in her soft and somewhat timid tone. \"Was it for me that your visit to the farm was intended?\"\n\n\"Neither more nor less, Miss,\" answered the Resurrection Man. \"This person,\" he continued, indicating his horrible companion, \"has something important to say to you.\"\n\n\"Yes \u2014 and we must speak alone, too"}, {"quote": "\"Is this Miss Wilmot?", "context": "But before Katherine could give any reply, an exclamation of astonishment broke from the lips of Ellen, whose eyes had just recognised the countenance of the old hag.\n\n\"Well, Miss \u2014 do I have the pleasure of meeting you once more?\" said the detestable woman, with a leer comprehensively significant in allusion to the past: then, as her eyes wandered from Ellen's countenance to that of Katherine, she suddenly became strangely excited, and exclaimed, \"Ah! Miss Wilmot!\"\n\n\"Is this Miss Wilmot?\" demanded the Resurrection Man, with an impatient glance towards Katherine, while he really addressed himself to the old hag.\n\n\"My name is Wilmot,\" said Kate, in her soft and somewhat timid tone. \"Was it for me that your visit to the farm was intended?\"\n\n\"Neither more nor less, Miss,\" answered the Resurrection Man. \"This person,\" he continued, indicating his horrible companion, \"has something important to say to you.\"\n\n\"Yes \u2014 and we must speak alone, too"}, {"quote": "\"My name is Wilmot,", "context": "\"Well, Miss \u2014 do I have the pleasure of meeting you once more?\" said the detestable woman, with a leer comprehensively significant in allusion to the past: then, as her eyes wandered from Ellen's countenance to that of Katherine, she suddenly became strangely excited, and exclaimed, \"Ah! Miss Wilmot!\"\n\n\"Is this Miss Wilmot?\" demanded the Resurrection Man, with an impatient glance towards Katherine, while he really addressed himself to the old hag.\n\n\"My name is Wilmot,\" said Kate, in her soft and somewhat timid tone. \"Was it for me that your visit to the farm was intended?\"\n\n\"Neither more nor less, Miss,\" answered the Resurrection Man. \"This person,\" he continued, indicating his horrible companion, \"has something important to say to you.\"\n\n\"Yes \u2014 and we must speak alone, too,\" said the hag.\n\n\"No!\" ejaculated Ellen, hastily and firmly; \"that may not be. I am Miss Wilmot's friend \u2014 the friend, too, of one in whom she places great confidence; and whatever you may have to communicate to her cannot be a secret in respect to me.\""}, {"quote": "\"Was it for me that your visit to the farm was intended?\"", "context": "\" said the detestable woman, with a leer comprehensively significant in allusion to the past: then, as her eyes wandered from Ellen's countenance to that of Katherine, she suddenly became strangely excited, and exclaimed, \"Ah! Miss Wilmot!\"\n\n\"Is this Miss Wilmot?\" demanded the Resurrection Man, with an impatient glance towards Katherine, while he really addressed himself to the old hag.\n\n\"My name is Wilmot,\" said Kate, in her soft and somewhat timid tone. \"Was it for me that your visit to the farm was intended?\"\n\n\"Neither more nor less, Miss,\" answered the Resurrection Man. \"This person,\" he continued, indicating his horrible companion, \"has something important to say to you.\"\n\n\"Yes \u2014 and we must speak alone, too,\" said the hag.\n\n\"No!\" ejaculated Ellen, hastily and firmly; \"that may not be. I am Miss Wilmot's friend \u2014 the friend, too, of one in whom she places great confidence; and whatever you may have to communicate to her cannot be a secret in respect to me.\""}, {"quote": "\"Neither more nor less, Miss,", "context": "\" said the detestable woman, with a leer comprehensively significant in allusion to the past: then, as her eyes wandered from Ellen's countenance to that of Katherine, she suddenly became strangely excited, and exclaimed, \"Ah! Miss Wilmot!\"\n\n\"Is this Miss Wilmot?\" demanded the Resurrection Man, with an impatient glance towards Katherine, while he really addressed himself to the old hag.\n\n\"My name is Wilmot,\" said Kate, in her soft and somewhat timid tone. \"Was it for me that your visit to the farm was intended?\"\n\n\"Neither more nor less, Miss,\" answered the Resurrection Man. \"This person,\" he continued, indicating his horrible companion, \"has something important to say to you.\"\n\n\"Yes \u2014 and we must speak alone, too,\" said the hag.\n\n\"No!\" ejaculated Ellen, hastily and firmly; \"that may not be. I am Miss Wilmot's friend \u2014 the friend, too, of one in whom she places great confidence; and whatever you may have to communicate to her cannot be a secret in respect to me.\"\n\nAnd, as she uttered these words, she glanced significantly at her young companion."}, {"quote": "\"This person,", "context": "\" said the detestable woman, with a leer comprehensively significant in allusion to the past: then, as her eyes wandered from Ellen's countenance to that of Katherine, she suddenly became strangely excited, and exclaimed, \"Ah! Miss Wilmot!\"\n\n\"Is this Miss Wilmot?\" demanded the Resurrection Man, with an impatient glance towards Katherine, while he really addressed himself to the old hag.\n\n\"My name is Wilmot,\" said Kate, in her soft and somewhat timid tone. \"Was it for me that your visit to the farm was intended?\"\n\n\"Neither more nor less, Miss,\" answered the Resurrection Man. \"This person,\" he continued, indicating his horrible companion, \"has something important to say to you.\"\n\n\"Yes \u2014 and we must speak alone, too,\" said the hag.\n\n\"No!\" ejaculated Ellen, hastily and firmly; \"that may not be. I am Miss Wilmot's friend \u2014 the friend, too, of one in whom she places great confidence; and whatever you may have to communicate to her cannot be a secret in respect to me.\"\n\nAnd, as she uttered these words, she glanced significantly at her young companion."}, {"quote": "\"has something important to say to you.\"", "context": "\" said the detestable woman, with a leer comprehensively significant in allusion to the past: then, as her eyes wandered from Ellen's countenance to that of Katherine, she suddenly became strangely excited, and exclaimed, \"Ah! Miss Wilmot!\"\n\n\"Is this Miss Wilmot?\" demanded the Resurrection Man, with an impatient glance towards Katherine, while he really addressed himself to the old hag.\n\n\"My name is Wilmot,\" said Kate, in her soft and somewhat timid tone. \"Was it for me that your visit to the farm was intended?\"\n\n\"Neither more nor less, Miss,\" answered the Resurrection Man. \"This person,\" he continued, indicating his horrible companion, \"has something important to say to you.\"\n\n\"Yes \u2014 and we must speak alone, too,\" said the hag.\n\n\"No!\" ejaculated Ellen, hastily and firmly; \"that may not be. I am Miss Wilmot's friend \u2014 the friend, too, of one in whom she places great confidence; and whatever you may have to communicate to her cannot be a secret in respect to me.\"\n\nAnd, as she uttered these words, she glanced significantly at her young companion.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Kate, who understood the hint conveyed in that look, although she was of course entirely ignorant of the motives of Ellen's precaution:"}, {"quote": "\"Yes \u2014 and we must speak alone, too,", "context": "\"Ah! Miss Wilmot!\"\n\n\"Is this Miss Wilmot?\" demanded the Resurrection Man, with an impatient glance towards Katherine, while he really addressed himself to the old hag.\n\n\"My name is Wilmot,\" said Kate, in her soft and somewhat timid tone. \"Was it for me that your visit to the farm was intended?\"\n\n\"Neither more nor less, Miss,\" answered the Resurrection Man. \"This person,\" he continued, indicating his horrible companion, \"has something important to say to you.\"\n\n\"Yes \u2014 and we must speak alone, too,\" said the hag.\n\n\"No!\" ejaculated Ellen, hastily and firmly; \"that may not be. I am Miss Wilmot's friend \u2014 the friend, too, of one in whom she places great confidence; and whatever you may have to communicate to her cannot be a secret in respect to me.\"\n\nAnd, as she uttered these words, she glanced significantly at her young companion.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Kate, who understood the hint conveyed in that look, although she was of course entirely ignorant of the motives of Ellen's precaution:"}, {"quote": "\"that may not be. I am Miss Wilmot's friend \u2014 the friend, too, of one in whom she places great confidence; and whatever you may have to communicate to her cannot be a secret in respect to me.\"", "context": "\" demanded the Resurrection Man, with an impatient glance towards Katherine, while he really addressed himself to the old hag.\n\n\"My name is Wilmot,\" said Kate, in her soft and somewhat timid tone. \"Was it for me that your visit to the farm was intended?\"\n\n\"Neither more nor less, Miss,\" answered the Resurrection Man. \"This person,\" he continued, indicating his horrible companion, \"has something important to say to you.\"\n\n\"Yes \u2014 and we must speak alone, too,\" said the hag.\n\n\"No!\" ejaculated Ellen, hastily and firmly; \"that may not be. I am Miss Wilmot's friend \u2014 the friend, too, of one in whom she places great confidence; and whatever you may have to communicate to her cannot be a secret in respect to me.\"\n\nAnd, as she uttered these words, she glanced significantly at her young companion.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Kate, who understood the hint conveyed in that look, although she was of course entirely ignorant of the motives of Ellen's precaution: \"yes \u2014 whatever you may wish to communicate to me must be told in the presence of my friend.\"\n\n\"But the business is a most delicate one,\" cried the Resurrection Man.\n\n\"Oh! I have no doubt of that,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a contemptuous smile which the hag fully comprehended."}, {"quote": "\"yes \u2014 whatever you may wish to communicate to me must be told in the presence of my friend.\"", "context": "\"No!\" ejaculated Ellen, hastily and firmly; \"that may not be. I am Miss Wilmot's friend \u2014 the friend, too, of one in whom she places great confidence; and whatever you may have to communicate to her cannot be a secret in respect to me.\"\n\nAnd, as she uttered these words, she glanced significantly at her young companion.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Kate, who understood the hint conveyed in that look, although she was of course entirely ignorant of the motives of Ellen's precaution: \"yes \u2014 whatever you may wish to communicate to me must be told in the presence of my friend.\"\n\n\"But the business is a most delicate one,\" cried the Resurrection Man.\n\n\"Oh! I have no doubt of that,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a contemptuous smile which the hag fully comprehended.\n\n\"Do you know this young lady?\" asked the Resurrection Man, in an under tone, of the old woman, while he rapidly indicated Ellen.\n\n\"I know that young lady well,\" said the hag aloud, and with a meaning glance: \"I know you well, \u2014 do I not, Miss Monroe?\""}, {"quote": "\"But the business is a most delicate one,", "context": "\"that may not be. I am Miss Wilmot's friend \u2014 the friend, too, of one in whom she places great confidence; and whatever you may have to communicate to her cannot be a secret in respect to me.\"\n\nAnd, as she uttered these words, she glanced significantly at her young companion.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Kate, who understood the hint conveyed in that look, although she was of course entirely ignorant of the motives of Ellen's precaution: \"yes \u2014 whatever you may wish to communicate to me must be told in the presence of my friend.\"\n\n\"But the business is a most delicate one,\" cried the Resurrection Man.\n\n\"Oh! I have no doubt of that,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a contemptuous smile which the hag fully comprehended.\n\n\"Do you know this young lady?\" asked the Resurrection Man, in an under tone, of the old woman, while he rapidly indicated Ellen.\n\n\"I know that young lady well,\" said the hag aloud, and with a meaning glance: \"I know you well, \u2014 do I not, Miss Monroe?\"\n\n\"I am not disposed to deny the fact"}, {"quote": "\"Oh! I have no doubt of that,", "context": "\"that may not be. I am Miss Wilmot's friend \u2014 the friend, too, of one in whom she places great confidence; and whatever you may have to communicate to her cannot be a secret in respect to me.\"\n\nAnd, as she uttered these words, she glanced significantly at her young companion.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Kate, who understood the hint conveyed in that look, although she was of course entirely ignorant of the motives of Ellen's precaution: \"yes \u2014 whatever you may wish to communicate to me must be told in the presence of my friend.\"\n\n\"But the business is a most delicate one,\" cried the Resurrection Man.\n\n\"Oh! I have no doubt of that,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a contemptuous smile which the hag fully comprehended.\n\n\"Do you know this young lady?\" asked the Resurrection Man, in an under tone, of the old woman, while he rapidly indicated Ellen.\n\n\"I know that young lady well,\" said the hag aloud, and with a meaning glance: \"I know you well, \u2014 do I not, Miss Monroe?\"\n\n\"I am not disposed to deny the fact,\" replied Ellen, coolly; \"and I can assure you that my disposition is as resolute and determined as you have always found it to be. Therefore, if you have aught to communicate to Miss Wilmot, say it quickly \u2014 or come with us to the farm, where you will be more at your ease: but, remember, I do not quit this young lady while you are with her.\""}, {"quote": "\"Do you know this young lady?", "context": "And, as she uttered these words, she glanced significantly at her young companion.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Kate, who understood the hint conveyed in that look, although she was of course entirely ignorant of the motives of Ellen's precaution: \"yes \u2014 whatever you may wish to communicate to me must be told in the presence of my friend.\"\n\n\"But the business is a most delicate one,\" cried the Resurrection Man.\n\n\"Oh! I have no doubt of that,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a contemptuous smile which the hag fully comprehended.\n\n\"Do you know this young lady?\" asked the Resurrection Man, in an under tone, of the old woman, while he rapidly indicated Ellen.\n\n\"I know that young lady well,\" said the hag aloud, and with a meaning glance: \"I know you well, \u2014 do I not, Miss Monroe?\"\n\n\"I am not disposed to deny the fact,\" replied Ellen, coolly; \"and I can assure you that my disposition is as resolute and determined as you have always found it to be. Therefore, if you have aught to communicate to Miss Wilmot, say it quickly \u2014 or come with us to the farm, where you will be more at your ease: but, remember, I do not quit this young lady while you are with her.\""}, {"quote": "\"I know that young lady well,", "context": "\"Yes,\" said Kate, who understood the hint conveyed in that look, although she was of course entirely ignorant of the motives of Ellen's precaution: \"yes \u2014 whatever you may wish to communicate to me must be told in the presence of my friend.\"\n\n\"But the business is a most delicate one,\" cried the Resurrection Man.\n\n\"Oh! I have no doubt of that,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a contemptuous smile which the hag fully comprehended.\n\n\"Do you know this young lady?\" asked the Resurrection Man, in an under tone, of the old woman, while he rapidly indicated Ellen.\n\n\"I know that young lady well,\" said the hag aloud, and with a meaning glance: \"I know you well, \u2014 do I not, Miss Monroe?\"\n\n\"I am not disposed to deny the fact,\" replied Ellen, coolly; \"and I can assure you that my disposition is as resolute and determined as you have always found it to be. Therefore, if you have aught to communicate to Miss Wilmot, say it quickly \u2014 or come with us to the farm, where you will be more at your ease: but, remember, I do not quit this young lady while you are with her.\""}, {"quote": "\"I know you well, \u2014 do I not, Miss Monroe?\"", "context": "\"yes \u2014 whatever you may wish to communicate to me must be told in the presence of my friend.\"\n\n\"But the business is a most delicate one,\" cried the Resurrection Man.\n\n\"Oh! I have no doubt of that,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a contemptuous smile which the hag fully comprehended.\n\n\"Do you know this young lady?\" asked the Resurrection Man, in an under tone, of the old woman, while he rapidly indicated Ellen.\n\n\"I know that young lady well,\" said the hag aloud, and with a meaning glance: \"I know you well, \u2014 do I not, Miss Monroe?\"\n\n\"I am not disposed to deny the fact,\" replied Ellen, coolly; \"and I can assure you that my disposition is as resolute and determined as you have always found it to be. Therefore, if you have aught to communicate to Miss Wilmot, say it quickly \u2014 or come with us to the farm, where you will be more at your ease: but, remember, I do not quit this young lady while you are with her.\"\n\n\"You will repent of this obstinacy, Miss \u2014 you will repent of this obstinacy"}, {"quote": "\"I am not disposed to deny the fact,", "context": "\"But the business is a most delicate one,\" cried the Resurrection Man.\n\n\"Oh! I have no doubt of that,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a contemptuous smile which the hag fully comprehended.\n\n\"Do you know this young lady?\" asked the Resurrection Man, in an under tone, of the old woman, while he rapidly indicated Ellen.\n\n\"I know that young lady well,\" said the hag aloud, and with a meaning glance: \"I know you well, \u2014 do I not, Miss Monroe?\"\n\n\"I am not disposed to deny the fact,\" replied Ellen, coolly; \"and I can assure you that my disposition is as resolute and determined as you have always found it to be. Therefore, if you have aught to communicate to Miss Wilmot, say it quickly \u2014 or come with us to the farm, where you will be more at your ease: but, remember, I do not quit this young lady while you are with her.\"\n\n\"You will repent of this obstinacy, Miss \u2014 you will repent of this obstinacy"}, {"quote": "\"and I can assure you that my disposition is as resolute and determined as you have always found it to be. Therefore, if you have aught to communicate to Miss Wilmot, say it quickly \u2014 or come with us to the farm, where you will be more at your ease: but, remember, I do not quit this young lady while you are with her.\"", "context": "\"Oh! I have no doubt of that,\" exclaimed Ellen, with a contemptuous smile which the hag fully comprehended.\n\n\"Do you know this young lady?\" asked the Resurrection Man, in an under tone, of the old woman, while he rapidly indicated Ellen.\n\n\"I know that young lady well,\" said the hag aloud, and with a meaning glance: \"I know you well, \u2014 do I not, Miss Monroe?\"\n\n\"I am not disposed to deny the fact,\" replied Ellen, coolly; \"and I can assure you that my disposition is as resolute and determined as you have always found it to be. Therefore, if you have aught to communicate to Miss Wilmot, say it quickly \u2014 or come with us to the farm, where you will be more at your ease: but, remember, I do not quit this young lady while you are with her.\"\n\n\"You will repent of this obstinacy, Miss \u2014 you will repent of this obstinacy,\" muttered the hag.\n\n\"It may be so,\" said Ellen: \"nevertheless, menaces will not deter me from my purpose.\"\n\n\"If you thwart me, I can proclaim matters that you would wish unrevealed,\" retorted the hag, but in a whisper apart to Ellen.\n\n\"Act as you please,\" exclaimed this young lady aloud, and with a superb glance of contemptuous defiance."}, {"quote": "\"You will repent of this obstinacy, Miss \u2014 you will repent of this obstinacy,", "context": "\"I know you well, \u2014 do I not, Miss Monroe?\"\n\n\"I am not disposed to deny the fact,\" replied Ellen, coolly; \"and I can assure you that my disposition is as resolute and determined as you have always found it to be. Therefore, if you have aught to communicate to Miss Wilmot, say it quickly \u2014 or come with us to the farm, where you will be more at your ease: but, remember, I do not quit this young lady while you are with her.\"\n\n\"You will repent of this obstinacy, Miss \u2014 you will repent of this obstinacy,\" muttered the hag.\n\n\"It may be so,\" said Ellen: \"nevertheless, menaces will not deter me from my purpose.\"\n\n\"If you thwart me, I can proclaim matters that you would wish unrevealed,\" retorted the hag, but in a whisper apart to Ellen.\n\n\"Act as you please,\" exclaimed this young lady aloud, and with a superb glance of contemptuous defiance. \"Your impertinence only convinces me the more profoundly of the prudence of my resolution to remain with Miss Wilmot.\""}, {"quote": "\"It may be so,", "context": "\"and I can assure you that my disposition is as resolute and determined as you have always found it to be. Therefore, if you have aught to communicate to Miss Wilmot, say it quickly \u2014 or come with us to the farm, where you will be more at your ease: but, remember, I do not quit this young lady while you are with her.\"\n\n\"You will repent of this obstinacy, Miss \u2014 you will repent of this obstinacy,\" muttered the hag.\n\n\"It may be so,\" said Ellen: \"nevertheless, menaces will not deter me from my purpose.\"\n\n\"If you thwart me, I can proclaim matters that you would wish unrevealed,\" retorted the hag, but in a whisper apart to Ellen.\n\n\"Act as you please,\" exclaimed this young lady aloud, and with a superb glance of contemptuous defiance. \"Your impertinence only convinces me the more profoundly of the prudence of my resolution to remain with Miss Wilmot.\"\n\nThe hag made no reply: she knew not how to act."}, {"quote": "\"nevertheless, menaces will not deter me from my purpose.\"", "context": "\"and I can assure you that my disposition is as resolute and determined as you have always found it to be. Therefore, if you have aught to communicate to Miss Wilmot, say it quickly \u2014 or come with us to the farm, where you will be more at your ease: but, remember, I do not quit this young lady while you are with her.\"\n\n\"You will repent of this obstinacy, Miss \u2014 you will repent of this obstinacy,\" muttered the hag.\n\n\"It may be so,\" said Ellen: \"nevertheless, menaces will not deter me from my purpose.\"\n\n\"If you thwart me, I can proclaim matters that you would wish unrevealed,\" retorted the hag, but in a whisper apart to Ellen.\n\n\"Act as you please,\" exclaimed this young lady aloud, and with a superb glance of contemptuous defiance. \"Your impertinence only convinces me the more profoundly of the prudence of my resolution to remain with Miss Wilmot.\"\n\nThe hag made no reply: she knew not how to act.\n\nTidkins was not, however, equally embarrassed. He saw that Ellen was acquainted with the old woman's character, and that she entertained suspicions of a nature which threatened to mar the object of his visit to that neighbourhood."}, {"quote": "\"If you thwart me, I can proclaim matters that you would wish unrevealed,", "context": "\"and I can assure you that my disposition is as resolute and determined as you have always found it to be. Therefore, if you have aught to communicate to Miss Wilmot, say it quickly \u2014 or come with us to the farm, where you will be more at your ease: but, remember, I do not quit this young lady while you are with her.\"\n\n\"You will repent of this obstinacy, Miss \u2014 you will repent of this obstinacy,\" muttered the hag.\n\n\"It may be so,\" said Ellen: \"nevertheless, menaces will not deter me from my purpose.\"\n\n\"If you thwart me, I can proclaim matters that you would wish unrevealed,\" retorted the hag, but in a whisper apart to Ellen.\n\n\"Act as you please,\" exclaimed this young lady aloud, and with a superb glance of contemptuous defiance. \"Your impertinence only convinces me the more profoundly of the prudence of my resolution to remain with Miss Wilmot.\"\n\nThe hag made no reply: she knew not how to act.\n\nTidkins was not, however, equally embarrassed. He saw that Ellen was acquainted with the old woman's character, and that she entertained suspicions of a nature which threatened to mar the object of his visit to that neighbourhood."}, {"quote": "\"Act as you please,", "context": "\"and I can assure you that my disposition is as resolute and determined as you have always found it to be. Therefore, if you have aught to communicate to Miss Wilmot, say it quickly \u2014 or come with us to the farm, where you will be more at your ease: but, remember, I do not quit this young lady while you are with her.\"\n\n\"You will repent of this obstinacy, Miss \u2014 you will repent of this obstinacy,\" muttered the hag.\n\n\"It may be so,\" said Ellen: \"nevertheless, menaces will not deter me from my purpose.\"\n\n\"If you thwart me, I can proclaim matters that you would wish unrevealed,\" retorted the hag, but in a whisper apart to Ellen.\n\n\"Act as you please,\" exclaimed this young lady aloud, and with a superb glance of contemptuous defiance. \"Your impertinence only convinces me the more profoundly of the prudence of my resolution to remain with Miss Wilmot.\"\n\nThe hag made no reply: she knew not how to act.\n\nTidkins was not, however, equally embarrassed. He saw that Ellen was acquainted with the old woman's character, and that she entertained suspicions of a nature which threatened to mar the object of his visit to that neighbourhood."}, {"quote": "\"Your impertinence only convinces me the more profoundly of the prudence of my resolution to remain with Miss Wilmot.\"", "context": "\"You will repent of this obstinacy, Miss \u2014 you will repent of this obstinacy,\" muttered the hag.\n\n\"It may be so,\" said Ellen: \"nevertheless, menaces will not deter me from my purpose.\"\n\n\"If you thwart me, I can proclaim matters that you would wish unrevealed,\" retorted the hag, but in a whisper apart to Ellen.\n\n\"Act as you please,\" exclaimed this young lady aloud, and with a superb glance of contemptuous defiance. \"Your impertinence only convinces me the more profoundly of the prudence of my resolution to remain with Miss Wilmot.\"\n\nThe hag made no reply: she knew not how to act.\n\nTidkins was not, however, equally embarrassed. He saw that Ellen was acquainted with the old woman's character, and that she entertained suspicions of a nature which threatened to mar the object of his visit to that neighbourhood.\n\n\"Miss Monroe,\" he said, \u2014 \"for such, I learn, is your name, \u2014 I beg of you to allow my companion a few moments' conversation with your young friend. They need not retire a dozen yards from this spot; and your eye can remain upon them.\""}, {"quote": "\"for such, I learn, is your name, \u2014 I beg of you to allow my companion a few moments' conversation with your young friend. They need not retire a dozen yards from this spot; and your eye can remain upon them.\"", "context": "\" exclaimed this young lady aloud, and with a superb glance of contemptuous defiance. \"Your impertinence only convinces me the more profoundly of the prudence of my resolution to remain with Miss Wilmot.\"\n\nThe hag made no reply: she knew not how to act.\n\nTidkins was not, however, equally embarrassed. He saw that Ellen was acquainted with the old woman's character, and that she entertained suspicions of a nature which threatened to mar the object of his visit to that neighbourhood.\n\n\"Miss Monroe,\" he said, \u2014 \"for such, I learn, is your name, \u2014 I beg of you to allow my companion a few moments' conversation with your young friend. They need not retire a dozen yards from this spot; and your eye can remain upon them.\"\n\n\"No,\" returned Ellen, positively: \"your companion shall have no private conference with Miss Wilmot. Miss Wilmot's affairs are no secret to me; \u2014 she has voluntarily made me acquainted with her past history and her present condition \u2014 and she cannot now wish me to remain a stranger to the object of your visit, however delicate be the nature of that business.\"\n\n\"I am desirous that Miss Monroe should hear your communications,\" added Kate.\n\n\"I will not speak to Miss Wilmot in the presence of witnesses"}, {"quote": "\"your companion shall have no private conference with Miss Wilmot. Miss Wilmot's affairs are no secret to me; \u2014 she has voluntarily made me acquainted with her past history and her present condition \u2014 and she cannot now wish me to remain a stranger to the object of your visit, however delicate be the nature of that business.\"", "context": "Tidkins was not, however, equally embarrassed. He saw that Ellen was acquainted with the old woman's character, and that she entertained suspicions of a nature which threatened to mar the object of his visit to that neighbourhood.\n\n\"Miss Monroe,\" he said, \u2014 \"for such, I learn, is your name, \u2014 I beg of you to allow my companion a few moments' conversation with your young friend. They need not retire a dozen yards from this spot; and your eye can remain upon them.\"\n\n\"No,\" returned Ellen, positively: \"your companion shall have no private conference with Miss Wilmot. Miss Wilmot's affairs are no secret to me; \u2014 she has voluntarily made me acquainted with her past history and her present condition \u2014 and she cannot now wish me to remain a stranger to the object of your visit, however delicate be the nature of that business.\"\n\n\"I am desirous that Miss Monroe should hear your communications,\" added Kate.\n\n\"I will not speak to Miss Wilmot in the presence of witnesses,\" said the old hag.\n\n\"Then we have nothing farther to prevent us from returning to the farm immediately,\" exclaimed Ellen; and, taking Katherine's arm, she turned away with a haughty inclination of her head.\n\n\"Neither need we remain here any longer, Mr. Tidkins,\" said the hag.\n\n\"Tidkins!\" repeated Ellen, with a convulsive shudder \u2014 for the name reached her ear as she was leading her young friend homeward: \u2014"}, {"quote": "\"I am desirous that Miss Monroe should hear your communications,", "context": "\"for such, I learn, is your name, \u2014 I beg of you to allow my companion a few moments' conversation with your young friend. They need not retire a dozen yards from this spot; and your eye can remain upon them.\"\n\n\"No,\" returned Ellen, positively: \"your companion shall have no private conference with Miss Wilmot. Miss Wilmot's affairs are no secret to me; \u2014 she has voluntarily made me acquainted with her past history and her present condition \u2014 and she cannot now wish me to remain a stranger to the object of your visit, however delicate be the nature of that business.\"\n\n\"I am desirous that Miss Monroe should hear your communications,\" added Kate.\n\n\"I will not speak to Miss Wilmot in the presence of witnesses,\" said the old hag.\n\n\"Then we have nothing farther to prevent us from returning to the farm immediately,\" exclaimed Ellen; and, taking Katherine's arm, she turned away with a haughty inclination of her head.\n\n\"Neither need we remain here any longer, Mr. Tidkins,\" said the hag.\n\n\"Tidkins!\" repeated Ellen, with a convulsive shudder \u2014 for the name reached her ear as she was leading her young friend homeward: \u2014"}, {"quote": "\"I will not speak to Miss Wilmot in the presence of witnesses,", "context": "\"for such, I learn, is your name, \u2014 I beg of you to allow my companion a few moments' conversation with your young friend. They need not retire a dozen yards from this spot; and your eye can remain upon them.\"\n\n\"No,\" returned Ellen, positively: \"your companion shall have no private conference with Miss Wilmot. Miss Wilmot's affairs are no secret to me; \u2014 she has voluntarily made me acquainted with her past history and her present condition \u2014 and she cannot now wish me to remain a stranger to the object of your visit, however delicate be the nature of that business.\"\n\n\"I am desirous that Miss Monroe should hear your communications,\" added Kate.\n\n\"I will not speak to Miss Wilmot in the presence of witnesses,\" said the old hag.\n\n\"Then we have nothing farther to prevent us from returning to the farm immediately,\" exclaimed Ellen; and, taking Katherine's arm, she turned away with a haughty inclination of her head.\n\n\"Neither need we remain here any longer, Mr. Tidkins,\" said the hag.\n\n\"Tidkins!\" repeated Ellen, with a convulsive shudder \u2014 for the name reached her ear as she was leading her young friend homeward: \u2014 \"Tidkins!\" she murmured, the blood running cold in her veins;"}, {"quote": "\"Then we have nothing farther to prevent us from returning to the farm immediately,", "context": "\"your companion shall have no private conference with Miss Wilmot. Miss Wilmot's affairs are no secret to me; \u2014 she has voluntarily made me acquainted with her past history and her present condition \u2014 and she cannot now wish me to remain a stranger to the object of your visit, however delicate be the nature of that business.\"\n\n\"I am desirous that Miss Monroe should hear your communications,\" added Kate.\n\n\"I will not speak to Miss Wilmot in the presence of witnesses,\" said the old hag.\n\n\"Then we have nothing farther to prevent us from returning to the farm immediately,\" exclaimed Ellen; and, taking Katherine's arm, she turned away with a haughty inclination of her head.\n\n\"Neither need we remain here any longer, Mr. Tidkins,\" said the hag.\n\n\"Tidkins!\" repeated Ellen, with a convulsive shudder \u2014 for the name reached her ear as she was leading her young friend homeward: \u2014 \"Tidkins!\" she murmured, the blood running cold in her veins; \"my God! what new plot can now be contemplated?\""}, {"quote": "\"Neither need we remain here any longer, Mr. Tidkins,", "context": "\"your companion shall have no private conference with Miss Wilmot. Miss Wilmot's affairs are no secret to me; \u2014 she has voluntarily made me acquainted with her past history and her present condition \u2014 and she cannot now wish me to remain a stranger to the object of your visit, however delicate be the nature of that business.\"\n\n\"I am desirous that Miss Monroe should hear your communications,\" added Kate.\n\n\"I will not speak to Miss Wilmot in the presence of witnesses,\" said the old hag.\n\n\"Then we have nothing farther to prevent us from returning to the farm immediately,\" exclaimed Ellen; and, taking Katherine's arm, she turned away with a haughty inclination of her head.\n\n\"Neither need we remain here any longer, Mr. Tidkins,\" said the hag.\n\n\"Tidkins!\" repeated Ellen, with a convulsive shudder \u2014 for the name reached her ear as she was leading her young friend homeward: \u2014 \"Tidkins!\" she murmured, the blood running cold in her veins; \"my God! what new plot can now be contemplated?\"\n\nAnd she hurried Katherine along the path, as if a wild beast were behind them.\n\n\"Do you know those people?\" asked Miss Wilmot, alarmed by her companion's tone and manner."}, {"quote": "\"Tidkins!", "context": "\"your companion shall have no private conference with Miss Wilmot. Miss Wilmot's affairs are no secret to me; \u2014 she has voluntarily made me acquainted with her past history and her present condition \u2014 and she cannot now wish me to remain a stranger to the object of your visit, however delicate be the nature of that business.\"\n\n\"I am desirous that Miss Monroe should hear your communications,\" added Kate.\n\n\"I will not speak to Miss Wilmot in the presence of witnesses,\" said the old hag.\n\n\"Then we have nothing farther to prevent us from returning to the farm immediately,\" exclaimed Ellen; and, taking Katherine's arm, she turned away with a haughty inclination of her head.\n\n\"Neither need we remain here any longer, Mr. Tidkins,\" said the hag.\n\n\"Tidkins!\" repeated Ellen, with a convulsive shudder \u2014 for the name reached her ear as she was leading her young friend homeward: \u2014 \"Tidkins!\" she murmured, the blood running cold in her veins; \"my God! what new plot can now be contemplated?\"\n\nAnd she hurried Katherine along the path, as if a wild beast were behind them.\n\n\"Do you know those people?\" asked Miss Wilmot, alarmed by her companion's tone and manner.\n\n\"Unfortunately,\" replied Ellen, in a low voice and with rapid utterance, \u2014"}, {"quote": "\"Tidkins!", "context": "\"I will not speak to Miss Wilmot in the presence of witnesses,\" said the old hag.\n\n\"Then we have nothing farther to prevent us from returning to the farm immediately,\" exclaimed Ellen; and, taking Katherine's arm, she turned away with a haughty inclination of her head.\n\n\"Neither need we remain here any longer, Mr. Tidkins,\" said the hag.\n\n\"Tidkins!\" repeated Ellen, with a convulsive shudder \u2014 for the name reached her ear as she was leading her young friend homeward: \u2014 \"Tidkins!\" she murmured, the blood running cold in her veins; \"my God! what new plot can now be contemplated?\"\n\nAnd she hurried Katherine along the path, as if a wild beast were behind them.\n\n\"Do you know those people?\" asked Miss Wilmot, alarmed by her companion's tone and manner.\n\n\"Unfortunately,\" replied Ellen, in a low voice and with rapid utterance, \u2014 \"unfortunately I can attest that the woman whom we have just met, is the vilest of the vile; and the mention of that man's name has revealed to me the presence of a wretch capable of every atrocity \u2014 a villain whose crimes are of the blackest dye \u2014 an assassin whose enmity to our benefactor Richard is as furious as it is unwearied. Come, Katharine \u2014 come: hasten your steps; \u2014 we shall not be in safety until we reach the farm.\""}, {"quote": "\"my God! what new plot can now be contemplated?\"", "context": "\"Then we have nothing farther to prevent us from returning to the farm immediately,\" exclaimed Ellen; and, taking Katherine's arm, she turned away with a haughty inclination of her head.\n\n\"Neither need we remain here any longer, Mr. Tidkins,\" said the hag.\n\n\"Tidkins!\" repeated Ellen, with a convulsive shudder \u2014 for the name reached her ear as she was leading her young friend homeward: \u2014 \"Tidkins!\" she murmured, the blood running cold in her veins; \"my God! what new plot can now be contemplated?\"\n\nAnd she hurried Katherine along the path, as if a wild beast were behind them.\n\n\"Do you know those people?\" asked Miss Wilmot, alarmed by her companion's tone and manner.\n\n\"Unfortunately,\" replied Ellen, in a low voice and with rapid utterance, \u2014 \"unfortunately I can attest that the woman whom we have just met, is the vilest of the vile; and the mention of that man's name has revealed to me the presence of a wretch capable of every atrocity \u2014 a villain whose crimes are of the blackest dye \u2014 an assassin whose enmity to our benefactor Richard is as furious as it is unwearied. Come, Katharine \u2014 come: hasten your steps; \u2014 we shall not be in safety until we reach the farm.\""}, {"quote": "\"Do you know those people?", "context": "\" exclaimed Ellen; and, taking Katherine's arm, she turned away with a haughty inclination of her head.\n\n\"Neither need we remain here any longer, Mr. Tidkins,\" said the hag.\n\n\"Tidkins!\" repeated Ellen, with a convulsive shudder \u2014 for the name reached her ear as she was leading her young friend homeward: \u2014 \"Tidkins!\" she murmured, the blood running cold in her veins; \"my God! what new plot can now be contemplated?\"\n\nAnd she hurried Katherine along the path, as if a wild beast were behind them.\n\n\"Do you know those people?\" asked Miss Wilmot, alarmed by her companion's tone and manner.\n\n\"Unfortunately,\" replied Ellen, in a low voice and with rapid utterance, \u2014 \"unfortunately I can attest that the woman whom we have just met, is the vilest of the vile; and the mention of that man's name has revealed to me the presence of a wretch capable of every atrocity \u2014 a villain whose crimes are of the blackest dye \u2014 an assassin whose enmity to our benefactor Richard is as furious as it is unwearied. Come, Katharine \u2014 come: hasten your steps; \u2014 we shall not be in safety until we reach the farm.\""}, {"quote": "\"Unfortunately,", "context": "\" said the hag.\n\n\"Tidkins!\" repeated Ellen, with a convulsive shudder \u2014 for the name reached her ear as she was leading her young friend homeward: \u2014 \"Tidkins!\" she murmured, the blood running cold in her veins; \"my God! what new plot can now be contemplated?\"\n\nAnd she hurried Katherine along the path, as if a wild beast were behind them.\n\n\"Do you know those people?\" asked Miss Wilmot, alarmed by her companion's tone and manner.\n\n\"Unfortunately,\" replied Ellen, in a low voice and with rapid utterance, \u2014 \"unfortunately I can attest that the woman whom we have just met, is the vilest of the vile; and the mention of that man's name has revealed to me the presence of a wretch capable of every atrocity \u2014 a villain whose crimes are of the blackest dye \u2014 an assassin whose enmity to our benefactor Richard is as furious as it is unwearied. Come, Katharine \u2014 come: hasten your steps; \u2014 we shall not be in safety until we reach the farm.\""}, {"quote": "\"unfortunately I can attest that the woman whom we have just met, is the vilest of the vile; and the mention of that man's name has revealed to me the presence of a wretch capable of every atrocity \u2014 a villain whose crimes are of the blackest dye \u2014 an assassin whose enmity to our benefactor Richard is as furious as it is unwearied. Come, Katharine \u2014 come: hasten your steps; \u2014 we shall not be in safety until we reach the farm.\"", "context": "\" repeated Ellen, with a convulsive shudder \u2014 for the name reached her ear as she was leading her young friend homeward: \u2014 \"Tidkins!\" she murmured, the blood running cold in her veins; \"my God! what new plot can now be contemplated?\"\n\nAnd she hurried Katherine along the path, as if a wild beast were behind them.\n\n\"Do you know those people?\" asked Miss Wilmot, alarmed by her companion's tone and manner.\n\n\"Unfortunately,\" replied Ellen, in a low voice and with rapid utterance, \u2014 \"unfortunately I can attest that the woman whom we have just met, is the vilest of the vile; and the mention of that man's name has revealed to me the presence of a wretch capable of every atrocity \u2014 a villain whose crimes are of the blackest dye \u2014 an assassin whose enmity to our benefactor Richard is as furious as it is unwearied. Come, Katharine \u2014 come: hasten your steps; \u2014 we shall not be in safety until we reach the farm.\"\n\nAnd the two young ladies hurried rapidly along the path towards the dwelling, every now and then casting timid glances behind them.\n\nBut the Resurrection Man and the old hag had not thought it expedient to follow.\n\nCHAPTER CXCVIII.\n\nA GLOOMY VISITOR.\n\nAs soon as the two young ladies had reached the farm-house, Ellen addressed Katherine with alarming seriousness of manner.\n\n\"My dear friend,\" she said, \"some plot is in existence against your peace. That fearful-looking man and that horrible old woman are perfect fiends in mortal shape.\""}, {"quote": "\"We'll give him a surprise,", "context": "Several days slipped by, and the boys waited anxiously for some news from the authorities. But none came, and they rightfully surmised that, for the time being, Dan Baxter had made good his escape.\n\nOn account of the disastrous ending to the kite-flying match, many had supposed that the feast in Dormitory No. 6 was not to come off, but Sam, Tom, Frank, and several others got their heads together and prepared for a \"layout\" for the following Wednesday, which would be Dick's birthday.\n\n\"We'll give him a surprise,\" said Sam, and so it was agreed. Passing around the hat netted exactly three dollars and a quarter, and Tom, Sam, and Fred Garrison were delegated to purchase the candies, cake, and ice cream which were to constitute the spread.\n\n\"We'll do the thing up brown,\" said Sam.\n\n\"We must strike higher than that feast we had, last year.\"\n\n\"Right you are!\" came from Tom, \"Oh dear, do you remember how we served Mumps that night!\" and he set up a roar over the remembrance of the scene."}, {"quote": "\"We'll do the thing up brown,", "context": "On account of the disastrous ending to the kite-flying match, many had supposed that the feast in Dormitory No. 6 was not to come off, but Sam, Tom, Frank, and several others got their heads together and prepared for a \"layout\" for the following Wednesday, which would be Dick's birthday.\n\n\"We'll give him a surprise,\" said Sam, and so it was agreed. Passing around the hat netted exactly three dollars and a quarter, and Tom, Sam, and Fred Garrison were delegated to purchase the candies, cake, and ice cream which were to constitute the spread.\n\n\"We'll do the thing up brown,\" said Sam.\n\n\"We must strike higher than that feast we had, last year.\"\n\n\"Right you are!\" came from Tom, \"Oh dear, do you remember how we served Mumps that night!\" and he set up a roar over the remembrance of the scene.\n\nHans Mueller had become one of the occupants of the dormitory, and he was as much, interested as anybody in the preparations for the spread. \"Dot vill pe fine!\" he said. \"I like to have von feast twist a veek, ha I ha!"}, {"quote": "\"We must strike higher than that feast we had, last year.\"", "context": "On account of the disastrous ending to the kite-flying match, many had supposed that the feast in Dormitory No. 6 was not to come off, but Sam, Tom, Frank, and several others got their heads together and prepared for a \"layout\" for the following Wednesday, which would be Dick's birthday.\n\n\"We'll give him a surprise,\" said Sam, and so it was agreed. Passing around the hat netted exactly three dollars and a quarter, and Tom, Sam, and Fred Garrison were delegated to purchase the candies, cake, and ice cream which were to constitute the spread.\n\n\"We'll do the thing up brown,\" said Sam.\n\n\"We must strike higher than that feast we had, last year.\"\n\n\"Right you are!\" came from Tom, \"Oh dear, do you remember how we served Mumps that night!\" and he set up a roar over the remembrance of the scene.\n\nHans Mueller had become one of the occupants of the dormitory, and he was as much, interested as anybody in the preparations for the spread. \"Dot vill pe fine!\" he said. \"I like to have von feast twist a veek, ha I ha!\n\n\"He's a jolly dog,\" said Tom to Frank."}, {"quote": "\"Oh dear, do you remember how we served Mumps that night!", "context": "On account of the disastrous ending to the kite-flying match, many had supposed that the feast in Dormitory No. 6 was not to come off, but Sam, Tom, Frank, and several others got their heads together and prepared for a \"layout\" for the following Wednesday, which would be Dick's birthday.\n\n\"We'll give him a surprise,\" said Sam, and so it was agreed. Passing around the hat netted exactly three dollars and a quarter, and Tom, Sam, and Fred Garrison were delegated to purchase the candies, cake, and ice cream which were to constitute the spread.\n\n\"We'll do the thing up brown,\" said Sam.\n\n\"We must strike higher than that feast we had, last year.\"\n\n\"Right you are!\" came from Tom, \"Oh dear, do you remember how we served Mumps that night!\" and he set up a roar over the remembrance of the scene.\n\nHans Mueller had become one of the occupants of the dormitory, and he was as much, interested as anybody in the preparations for the spread. \"Dot vill pe fine!\" he said. \"I like to have von feast twist a veek, ha I ha!\n\n\"He's a jolly dog,\" said Tom to Frank.\n\n\"But, say, I've been thinking of having some fun with him before this spread comes off.\""}, {"quote": "\"Dot vill pe fine!", "context": "\" said Sam, and so it was agreed. Passing around the hat netted exactly three dollars and a quarter, and Tom, Sam, and Fred Garrison were delegated to purchase the candies, cake, and ice cream which were to constitute the spread.\n\n\"We'll do the thing up brown,\" said Sam.\n\n\"We must strike higher than that feast we had, last year.\"\n\n\"Right you are!\" came from Tom, \"Oh dear, do you remember how we served Mumps that night!\" and he set up a roar over the remembrance of the scene.\n\nHans Mueller had become one of the occupants of the dormitory, and he was as much, interested as anybody in the preparations for the spread. \"Dot vill pe fine!\" he said. \"I like to have von feast twist a veek, ha I ha!\n\n\"He's a jolly dog,\" said Tom to Frank.\n\n\"But, say, I've been thinking of having some fun with him before this spread comes off.\"\n\n\"Let me in on the ground floor,\" pleaded Frank, who always wok a great interest in Tom's jokes.\n\n\"I will, on one condition, Frank.\"\n\n\"And what is that?\"\n\n\"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk. The one you used at that New Year's dance at home.\""}, {"quote": "\"But, say, I've been thinking of having some fun with him before this spread comes off.\"", "context": "\"Right you are!\" came from Tom, \"Oh dear, do you remember how we served Mumps that night!\" and he set up a roar over the remembrance of the scene.\n\nHans Mueller had become one of the occupants of the dormitory, and he was as much, interested as anybody in the preparations for the spread. \"Dot vill pe fine!\" he said. \"I like to have von feast twist a veek, ha I ha!\n\n\"He's a jolly dog,\" said Tom to Frank.\n\n\"But, say, I've been thinking of having some fun with him before this spread comes off.\"\n\n\"Let me in on the ground floor,\" pleaded Frank, who always wok a great interest in Tom's jokes.\n\n\"I will, on one condition, Frank.\"\n\n\"And what is that?\"\n\n\"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk. The one you used at that New Year's dance at home.\"\n\n\"You mean that Indian rig?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!\" laughed the senator's son. \"I heard you giving Hans that yarn about us training to fight Indians.\"'"}, {"quote": "\"Let me in on the ground floor,", "context": "\" and he set up a roar over the remembrance of the scene.\n\nHans Mueller had become one of the occupants of the dormitory, and he was as much, interested as anybody in the preparations for the spread. \"Dot vill pe fine!\" he said. \"I like to have von feast twist a veek, ha I ha!\n\n\"He's a jolly dog,\" said Tom to Frank.\n\n\"But, say, I've been thinking of having some fun with him before this spread comes off.\"\n\n\"Let me in on the ground floor,\" pleaded Frank, who always wok a great interest in Tom's jokes.\n\n\"I will, on one condition, Frank.\"\n\n\"And what is that?\"\n\n\"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk. The one you used at that New Year's dance at home.\"\n\n\"You mean that Indian rig?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!\" laughed the senator's son. \"I heard you giving Hans that yarn about us training to fight Indians.\"'\n\n\"Did you indeed.\""}, {"quote": "\"I will, on one condition, Frank.\"", "context": "Hans Mueller had become one of the occupants of the dormitory, and he was as much, interested as anybody in the preparations for the spread. \"Dot vill pe fine!\" he said. \"I like to have von feast twist a veek, ha I ha!\n\n\"He's a jolly dog,\" said Tom to Frank.\n\n\"But, say, I've been thinking of having some fun with him before this spread comes off.\"\n\n\"Let me in on the ground floor,\" pleaded Frank, who always wok a great interest in Tom's jokes.\n\n\"I will, on one condition, Frank.\"\n\n\"And what is that?\"\n\n\"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk. The one you used at that New Year's dance at home.\"\n\n\"You mean that Indian rig?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!\" laughed the senator's son. \"I heard you giving Hans that yarn about us training to fight Indians.\"'\n\n\"Did you indeed.\"\n\n\"I did indeed; and I heard Hans say that he wanted nothing to do with the Indians.\"\n\n\"Well, he's going to have something to do with at least one Indian"}, {"quote": "\"And what is that?\"", "context": "Hans Mueller had become one of the occupants of the dormitory, and he was as much, interested as anybody in the preparations for the spread. \"Dot vill pe fine!\" he said. \"I like to have von feast twist a veek, ha I ha!\n\n\"He's a jolly dog,\" said Tom to Frank.\n\n\"But, say, I've been thinking of having some fun with him before this spread comes off.\"\n\n\"Let me in on the ground floor,\" pleaded Frank, who always wok a great interest in Tom's jokes.\n\n\"I will, on one condition, Frank.\"\n\n\"And what is that?\"\n\n\"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk. The one you used at that New Year's dance at home.\"\n\n\"You mean that Indian rig?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!\" laughed the senator's son. \"I heard you giving Hans that yarn about us training to fight Indians.\"'\n\n\"Did you indeed.\"\n\n\"I did indeed; and I heard Hans say that he wanted nothing to do with the Indians.\"\n\n\"Well, he's going to have something to do with at least one Indian"}, {"quote": "\"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk. The one you used at that New Year's dance at home.\"", "context": "Hans Mueller had become one of the occupants of the dormitory, and he was as much, interested as anybody in the preparations for the spread. \"Dot vill pe fine!\" he said. \"I like to have von feast twist a veek, ha I ha!\n\n\"He's a jolly dog,\" said Tom to Frank.\n\n\"But, say, I've been thinking of having some fun with him before this spread comes off.\"\n\n\"Let me in on the ground floor,\" pleaded Frank, who always wok a great interest in Tom's jokes.\n\n\"I will, on one condition, Frank.\"\n\n\"And what is that?\"\n\n\"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk. The one you used at that New Year's dance at home.\"\n\n\"You mean that Indian rig?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!\" laughed the senator's son. \"I heard you giving Hans that yarn about us training to fight Indians.\"'\n\n\"Did you indeed.\"\n\n\"I did indeed; and I heard Hans say that he wanted nothing to do with the Indians.\"\n\n\"Well, he's going to have something to do with at least one Indian,\" grinned Tom. \"What do you say I get the suit?\"\n\n\"Yes; if you'll fix it so that I can see the sport.\""}, {"quote": "\"You mean that Indian rig?\"", "context": "\" he said. \"I like to have von feast twist a veek, ha I ha!\n\n\"He's a jolly dog,\" said Tom to Frank.\n\n\"But, say, I've been thinking of having some fun with him before this spread comes off.\"\n\n\"Let me in on the ground floor,\" pleaded Frank, who always wok a great interest in Tom's jokes.\n\n\"I will, on one condition, Frank.\"\n\n\"And what is that?\"\n\n\"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk. The one you used at that New Year's dance at home.\"\n\n\"You mean that Indian rig?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!\" laughed the senator's son. \"I heard you giving Hans that yarn about us training to fight Indians.\"'\n\n\"Did you indeed.\"\n\n\"I did indeed; and I heard Hans say that he wanted nothing to do with the Indians.\"\n\n\"Well, he's going to have something to do with at least one Indian,\" grinned Tom. \"What do you say I get the suit?\"\n\n\"Yes; if you'll fix it so that I can see the sport.\""}, {"quote": "\"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!", "context": "\"He's a jolly dog,\" said Tom to Frank.\n\n\"But, say, I've been thinking of having some fun with him before this spread comes off.\"\n\n\"Let me in on the ground floor,\" pleaded Frank, who always wok a great interest in Tom's jokes.\n\n\"I will, on one condition, Frank.\"\n\n\"And what is that?\"\n\n\"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk. The one you used at that New Year's dance at home.\"\n\n\"You mean that Indian rig?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!\" laughed the senator's son. \"I heard you giving Hans that yarn about us training to fight Indians.\"'\n\n\"Did you indeed.\"\n\n\"I did indeed; and I heard Hans say that he wanted nothing to do with the Indians.\"\n\n\"Well, he's going to have something to do with at least one Indian,\" grinned Tom. \"What do you say I get the suit?\"\n\n\"Yes; if you'll fix it so that I can see the sport.\"\n\n\"All of the crowd can see it, if they don't leak about it"}, {"quote": "\"Did you indeed.\"", "context": "\"Let me in on the ground floor,\" pleaded Frank, who always wok a great interest in Tom's jokes.\n\n\"I will, on one condition, Frank.\"\n\n\"And what is that?\"\n\n\"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk. The one you used at that New Year's dance at home.\"\n\n\"You mean that Indian rig?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!\" laughed the senator's son. \"I heard you giving Hans that yarn about us training to fight Indians.\"'\n\n\"Did you indeed.\"\n\n\"I did indeed; and I heard Hans say that he wanted nothing to do with the Indians.\"\n\n\"Well, he's going to have something to do with at least one Indian,\" grinned Tom. \"What do you say I get the suit?\"\n\n\"Yes; if you'll fix it so that I can see the sport.\"\n\n\"All of the crowd can see it, if they don't leak about it,\" returned the fun-loving Rover.\n\nTom soon had the masquerade suit in his possession and also, some face paints which Frank had saved from the New Year's dance mentioned. Shortly afterward Tom joined the crowd in the gymnasium, where Hans Mueller was trying to do some vaulting over the bars."}, {"quote": "\"I did indeed; and I heard Hans say that he wanted nothing to do with the Indians.\"", "context": "\" pleaded Frank, who always wok a great interest in Tom's jokes.\n\n\"I will, on one condition, Frank.\"\n\n\"And what is that?\"\n\n\"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk. The one you used at that New Year's dance at home.\"\n\n\"You mean that Indian rig?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!\" laughed the senator's son. \"I heard you giving Hans that yarn about us training to fight Indians.\"'\n\n\"Did you indeed.\"\n\n\"I did indeed; and I heard Hans say that he wanted nothing to do with the Indians.\"\n\n\"Well, he's going to have something to do with at least one Indian,\" grinned Tom. \"What do you say I get the suit?\"\n\n\"Yes; if you'll fix it so that I can see the sport.\"\n\n\"All of the crowd can see it, if they don't leak about it,\" returned the fun-loving Rover.\n\nTom soon had the masquerade suit in his possession and also, some face paints which Frank had saved from the New Year's dance mentioned. Shortly afterward Tom joined the crowd in the gymnasium, where Hans Mueller was trying to do some vaulting over the bars."}, {"quote": "\"Well, he's going to have something to do with at least one Indian,", "context": "\"I will, on one condition, Frank.\"\n\n\"And what is that?\"\n\n\"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk. The one you used at that New Year's dance at home.\"\n\n\"You mean that Indian rig?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!\" laughed the senator's son. \"I heard you giving Hans that yarn about us training to fight Indians.\"'\n\n\"Did you indeed.\"\n\n\"I did indeed; and I heard Hans say that he wanted nothing to do with the Indians.\"\n\n\"Well, he's going to have something to do with at least one Indian,\" grinned Tom. \"What do you say I get the suit?\"\n\n\"Yes; if you'll fix it so that I can see the sport.\"\n\n\"All of the crowd can see it, if they don't leak about it,\" returned the fun-loving Rover.\n\nTom soon had the masquerade suit in his possession and also, some face paints which Frank had saved from the New Year's dance mentioned. Shortly afterward Tom joined the crowd in the gymnasium, where Hans Mueller was trying to do some vaulting over the bars."}, {"quote": "\"What do you say I get the suit?\"", "context": "\"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk. The one you used at that New Year's dance at home.\"\n\n\"You mean that Indian rig?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!\" laughed the senator's son. \"I heard you giving Hans that yarn about us training to fight Indians.\"'\n\n\"Did you indeed.\"\n\n\"I did indeed; and I heard Hans say that he wanted nothing to do with the Indians.\"\n\n\"Well, he's going to have something to do with at least one Indian,\" grinned Tom. \"What do you say I get the suit?\"\n\n\"Yes; if you'll fix it so that I can see the sport.\"\n\n\"All of the crowd can see it, if they don't leak about it,\" returned the fun-loving Rover.\n\nTom soon had the masquerade suit in his possession and also, some face paints which Frank had saved from the New Year's dance mentioned. Shortly afterward Tom joined the crowd in the gymnasium, where Hans Mueller was trying to do some vaulting over the bars.\n\n\"I dink I could chump dem sticks of I vos taller"}, {"quote": "\"Yes; if you'll fix it so that I can see the sport.\"", "context": "\"That you loan me that masquerade suit you have in your trunk. The one you used at that New Year's dance at home.\"\n\n\"You mean that Indian rig?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!\" laughed the senator's son. \"I heard you giving Hans that yarn about us training to fight Indians.\"'\n\n\"Did you indeed.\"\n\n\"I did indeed; and I heard Hans say that he wanted nothing to do with the Indians.\"\n\n\"Well, he's going to have something to do with at least one Indian,\" grinned Tom. \"What do you say I get the suit?\"\n\n\"Yes; if you'll fix it so that I can see the sport.\"\n\n\"All of the crowd can see it, if they don't leak about it,\" returned the fun-loving Rover.\n\nTom soon had the masquerade suit in his possession and also, some face paints which Frank had saved from the New Year's dance mentioned. Shortly afterward Tom joined the crowd in the gymnasium, where Hans Mueller was trying to do some vaulting over the bars.\n\n\"I dink I could chump dem sticks of I vos taller,\" the German youth was saying.\n\n\"Or the sticks were lower"}, {"quote": "\"All of the crowd can see it, if they don't leak about it,", "context": "\"Hullo, I reckon I smell a mouse!\" laughed the senator's son. \"I heard you giving Hans that yarn about us training to fight Indians.\"'\n\n\"Did you indeed.\"\n\n\"I did indeed; and I heard Hans say that he wanted nothing to do with the Indians.\"\n\n\"Well, he's going to have something to do with at least one Indian,\" grinned Tom. \"What do you say I get the suit?\"\n\n\"Yes; if you'll fix it so that I can see the sport.\"\n\n\"All of the crowd can see it, if they don't leak about it,\" returned the fun-loving Rover.\n\nTom soon had the masquerade suit in his possession and also, some face paints which Frank had saved from the New Year's dance mentioned. Shortly afterward Tom joined the crowd in the gymnasium, where Hans Mueller was trying to do some vaulting over the bars.\n\n\"I dink I could chump dem sticks of I vos taller,\" the German youth was saying.\n\n\"Or the sticks were lower,\" replied Tom, with a wink at the crowd. \"That's right, Hans, you had better learn how to jump now, and to run, too.\""}, {"quote": "\"I dink I could chump dem sticks of I vos taller,", "context": "\"What do you say I get the suit?\"\n\n\"Yes; if you'll fix it so that I can see the sport.\"\n\n\"All of the crowd can see it, if they don't leak about it,\" returned the fun-loving Rover.\n\nTom soon had the masquerade suit in his possession and also, some face paints which Frank had saved from the New Year's dance mentioned. Shortly afterward Tom joined the crowd in the gymnasium, where Hans Mueller was trying to do some vaulting over the bars.\n\n\"I dink I could chump dem sticks of I vos taller,\" the German youth was saying.\n\n\"Or the sticks were lower,\" replied Tom, with a wink at the crowd. \"That's right, Hans, you had better learn how to jump now, and to run, too.\"\n\n\"The Indians have come,\" put in Frank.\n\n\"Indians?\" repeated Hans Mueller. \"Vere is da?\"\n\n\"They say a band of them are in the woods around here,\" answered Tom. \"If you go out you want to be careful or they may scalp you.\"\n\n\"Cracious, Rofer, ton't say dot"}, {"quote": "\"Or the sticks were lower,", "context": "\"Yes; if you'll fix it so that I can see the sport.\"\n\n\"All of the crowd can see it, if they don't leak about it,\" returned the fun-loving Rover.\n\nTom soon had the masquerade suit in his possession and also, some face paints which Frank had saved from the New Year's dance mentioned. Shortly afterward Tom joined the crowd in the gymnasium, where Hans Mueller was trying to do some vaulting over the bars.\n\n\"I dink I could chump dem sticks of I vos taller,\" the German youth was saying.\n\n\"Or the sticks were lower,\" replied Tom, with a wink at the crowd. \"That's right, Hans, you had better learn how to jump now, and to run, too.\"\n\n\"The Indians have come,\" put in Frank.\n\n\"Indians?\" repeated Hans Mueller. \"Vere is da?\"\n\n\"They say a band of them are in the woods around here,\" answered Tom. \"If you go out you want to be careful or they may scalp you.\"\n\n\"Cracious, Rofer, ton't say dot!\" cried Mueller in alarm."}, {"quote": "\"That's right, Hans, you had better learn how to jump now, and to run, too.\"", "context": "\"All of the crowd can see it, if they don't leak about it,\" returned the fun-loving Rover.\n\nTom soon had the masquerade suit in his possession and also, some face paints which Frank had saved from the New Year's dance mentioned. Shortly afterward Tom joined the crowd in the gymnasium, where Hans Mueller was trying to do some vaulting over the bars.\n\n\"I dink I could chump dem sticks of I vos taller,\" the German youth was saying.\n\n\"Or the sticks were lower,\" replied Tom, with a wink at the crowd. \"That's right, Hans, you had better learn how to jump now, and to run, too.\"\n\n\"The Indians have come,\" put in Frank.\n\n\"Indians?\" repeated Hans Mueller. \"Vere is da?\"\n\n\"They say a band of them are in the woods around here,\" answered Tom. \"If you go out you want to be careful or they may scalp you.\"\n\n\"Cracious, Rofer, ton't say dot!\" cried Mueller in alarm. \"Vot is dem Indians doing here annavay?\"\n\n\"They came in East to hunt up some buffalo that got away. They had something like half a million in a corral, and about two thousand got away from them.\""}, {"quote": "\"The Indians have come,", "context": "Tom soon had the masquerade suit in his possession and also, some face paints which Frank had saved from the New Year's dance mentioned. Shortly afterward Tom joined the crowd in the gymnasium, where Hans Mueller was trying to do some vaulting over the bars.\n\n\"I dink I could chump dem sticks of I vos taller,\" the German youth was saying.\n\n\"Or the sticks were lower,\" replied Tom, with a wink at the crowd. \"That's right, Hans, you had better learn how to jump now, and to run, too.\"\n\n\"The Indians have come,\" put in Frank.\n\n\"Indians?\" repeated Hans Mueller. \"Vere is da?\"\n\n\"They say a band of them are in the woods around here,\" answered Tom. \"If you go out you want to be careful or they may scalp you.\"\n\n\"Cracious, Rofer, ton't say dot!\" cried Mueller in alarm. \"Vot is dem Indians doing here annavay?\"\n\n\"They came in East to hunt up some buffalo that got away. They had something like half a million in a corral, and about two thousand got away from them.\""}, {"quote": "\"They say a band of them are in the woods around here,", "context": "Tom soon had the masquerade suit in his possession and also, some face paints which Frank had saved from the New Year's dance mentioned. Shortly afterward Tom joined the crowd in the gymnasium, where Hans Mueller was trying to do some vaulting over the bars.\n\n\"I dink I could chump dem sticks of I vos taller,\" the German youth was saying.\n\n\"Or the sticks were lower,\" replied Tom, with a wink at the crowd. \"That's right, Hans, you had better learn how to jump now, and to run, too.\"\n\n\"The Indians have come,\" put in Frank.\n\n\"Indians?\" repeated Hans Mueller. \"Vere is da?\"\n\n\"They say a band of them are in the woods around here,\" answered Tom. \"If you go out you want to be careful or they may scalp you.\"\n\n\"Cracious, Rofer, ton't say dot!\" cried Mueller in alarm. \"Vot is dem Indians doing here annavay?\"\n\n\"They came in East to hunt up some buffalo that got away. They had something like half a million in a corral, and about two thousand got away from them.\"\n\nThis preposterous announcement was taken by Hans Mueller in all seriousness, and he asked Tom all sorts of ridiculous questions about the savage red men, whom he supposed as wild and wily as those of generations ago."}, {"quote": "\"If you go out you want to be careful or they may scalp you.\"", "context": "Tom soon had the masquerade suit in his possession and also, some face paints which Frank had saved from the New Year's dance mentioned. Shortly afterward Tom joined the crowd in the gymnasium, where Hans Mueller was trying to do some vaulting over the bars.\n\n\"I dink I could chump dem sticks of I vos taller,\" the German youth was saying.\n\n\"Or the sticks were lower,\" replied Tom, with a wink at the crowd. \"That's right, Hans, you had better learn how to jump now, and to run, too.\"\n\n\"The Indians have come,\" put in Frank.\n\n\"Indians?\" repeated Hans Mueller. \"Vere is da?\"\n\n\"They say a band of them are in the woods around here,\" answered Tom. \"If you go out you want to be careful or they may scalp you.\"\n\n\"Cracious, Rofer, ton't say dot!\" cried Mueller in alarm. \"Vot is dem Indians doing here annavay?\"\n\n\"They came in East to hunt up some buffalo that got away. They had something like half a million in a corral, and about two thousand got away from them.\"\n\nThis preposterous announcement was taken by Hans Mueller in all seriousness, and he asked Tom all sorts of ridiculous questions about the savage red men, whom he supposed as wild and wily as those of generations ago."}, {"quote": "\"Cracious, Rofer, ton't say dot!", "context": "\" the German youth was saying.\n\n\"Or the sticks were lower,\" replied Tom, with a wink at the crowd. \"That's right, Hans, you had better learn how to jump now, and to run, too.\"\n\n\"The Indians have come,\" put in Frank.\n\n\"Indians?\" repeated Hans Mueller. \"Vere is da?\"\n\n\"They say a band of them are in the woods around here,\" answered Tom. \"If you go out you want to be careful or they may scalp you.\"\n\n\"Cracious, Rofer, ton't say dot!\" cried Mueller in alarm. \"Vot is dem Indians doing here annavay?\"\n\n\"They came in East to hunt up some buffalo that got away. They had something like half a million in a corral, and about two thousand got away from them.\"\n\nThis preposterous announcement was taken by Hans Mueller in all seriousness, and he asked Tom all sorts of ridiculous questions about the savage red men, whom he supposed as wild and wily as those of generations ago.\n\n\"No, I ton't vonts to meet any of dem"}, {"quote": "\"Vot is dem Indians doing here annavay?\"", "context": "\" replied Tom, with a wink at the crowd. \"That's right, Hans, you had better learn how to jump now, and to run, too.\"\n\n\"The Indians have come,\" put in Frank.\n\n\"Indians?\" repeated Hans Mueller. \"Vere is da?\"\n\n\"They say a band of them are in the woods around here,\" answered Tom. \"If you go out you want to be careful or they may scalp you.\"\n\n\"Cracious, Rofer, ton't say dot!\" cried Mueller in alarm. \"Vot is dem Indians doing here annavay?\"\n\n\"They came in East to hunt up some buffalo that got away. They had something like half a million in a corral, and about two thousand got away from them.\"\n\nThis preposterous announcement was taken by Hans Mueller in all seriousness, and he asked Tom all sorts of ridiculous questions about the savage red men, whom he supposed as wild and wily as those of generations ago.\n\n\"No, I ton't vonts to meet any of dem,\" he said at last. \"Da vos von pad lot alretty!\""}, {"quote": "\"They came in East to hunt up some buffalo that got away. They had something like half a million in a corral, and about two thousand got away from them.\"", "context": "\"That's right, Hans, you had better learn how to jump now, and to run, too.\"\n\n\"The Indians have come,\" put in Frank.\n\n\"Indians?\" repeated Hans Mueller. \"Vere is da?\"\n\n\"They say a band of them are in the woods around here,\" answered Tom. \"If you go out you want to be careful or they may scalp you.\"\n\n\"Cracious, Rofer, ton't say dot!\" cried Mueller in alarm. \"Vot is dem Indians doing here annavay?\"\n\n\"They came in East to hunt up some buffalo that got away. They had something like half a million in a corral, and about two thousand got away from them.\"\n\nThis preposterous announcement was taken by Hans Mueller in all seriousness, and he asked Tom all sorts of ridiculous questions about the savage red men, whom he supposed as wild and wily as those of generations ago.\n\n\"No, I ton't vonts to meet any of dem,\" he said at last. \"Da vos von pad lot alretty!\"\n\n\"That's right, Hans, you give them a wide berth,\" said Tom, and walked away.\n\nLater on Tom persuaded Dick to ask Hans if he would not walk down to Cedarville for him, to buy him a baseball. Eager to be accommodating, the German youth received the necessary permission to leave the academy acres and hurried off at the full speed of his sturdy legs."}, {"quote": "\"No, I ton't vonts to meet any of dem,", "context": "\"Cracious, Rofer, ton't say dot!\" cried Mueller in alarm. \"Vot is dem Indians doing here annavay?\"\n\n\"They came in East to hunt up some buffalo that got away. They had something like half a million in a corral, and about two thousand got away from them.\"\n\nThis preposterous announcement was taken by Hans Mueller in all seriousness, and he asked Tom all sorts of ridiculous questions about the savage red men, whom he supposed as wild and wily as those of generations ago.\n\n\"No, I ton't vonts to meet any of dem,\" he said at last. \"Da vos von pad lot alretty!\"\n\n\"That's right, Hans, you give them a wide berth,\" said Tom, and walked away.\n\nLater on Tom persuaded Dick to ask Hans if he would not walk down to Cedarville for him, to buy him a baseball. Eager to be accommodating, the German youth received the necessary permission to leave the academy acres and hurried off at the full speed of his sturdy legs.\n\n\"Now for some fun!\" cried Tom, and ran off for the Indian suit and the face paints. These he took down to the bam and set to work to transform himself into a wild-looking red man."}, {"quote": "\"Da vos von pad lot alretty!\"", "context": "\"Vot is dem Indians doing here annavay?\"\n\n\"They came in East to hunt up some buffalo that got away. They had something like half a million in a corral, and about two thousand got away from them.\"\n\nThis preposterous announcement was taken by Hans Mueller in all seriousness, and he asked Tom all sorts of ridiculous questions about the savage red men, whom he supposed as wild and wily as those of generations ago.\n\n\"No, I ton't vonts to meet any of dem,\" he said at last. \"Da vos von pad lot alretty!\"\n\n\"That's right, Hans, you give them a wide berth,\" said Tom, and walked away.\n\nLater on Tom persuaded Dick to ask Hans if he would not walk down to Cedarville for him, to buy him a baseball. Eager to be accommodating, the German youth received the necessary permission to leave the academy acres and hurried off at the full speed of his sturdy legs.\n\n\"Now for some fun!\" cried Tom, and ran off for the Indian suit and the face paints. These he took down to the bam and set to work to transform himself into a wild-looking red man."}, {"quote": "\"That's right, Hans, you give them a wide berth,", "context": "\"They came in East to hunt up some buffalo that got away. They had something like half a million in a corral, and about two thousand got away from them.\"\n\nThis preposterous announcement was taken by Hans Mueller in all seriousness, and he asked Tom all sorts of ridiculous questions about the savage red men, whom he supposed as wild and wily as those of generations ago.\n\n\"No, I ton't vonts to meet any of dem,\" he said at last. \"Da vos von pad lot alretty!\"\n\n\"That's right, Hans, you give them a wide berth,\" said Tom, and walked away.\n\nLater on Tom persuaded Dick to ask Hans if he would not walk down to Cedarville for him, to buy him a baseball. Eager to be accommodating, the German youth received the necessary permission to leave the academy acres and hurried off at the full speed of his sturdy legs.\n\n\"Now for some fun!\" cried Tom, and ran off for the Indian suit and the face paints. These he took down to the bam and set to work to transform himself into a wild-looking red man."}, {"quote": "\"Now for some fun!", "context": "\"No, I ton't vonts to meet any of dem,\" he said at last. \"Da vos von pad lot alretty!\"\n\n\"That's right, Hans, you give them a wide berth,\" said Tom, and walked away.\n\nLater on Tom persuaded Dick to ask Hans if he would not walk down to Cedarville for him, to buy him a baseball. Eager to be accommodating, the German youth received the necessary permission to leave the academy acres and hurried off at the full speed of his sturdy legs.\n\n\"Now for some fun!\" cried Tom, and ran off for the Indian suit and the face paints. These he took down to the bam and set to work to transform himself into a wild-looking red man.\n\n\"You're a lively one!\" grinned Peleg Snuggers, who stood watching him. \"We never had such a lad as you before Master Thomas.\"\n\n\"Thanks, Peleg, and perhaps you'll never have one like me again -- and then you'll be dreadfully sorry.\"\n\n\"Or glad,\" murmured Peleg."}, {"quote": "\"You're a lively one!", "context": "\" said Tom, and walked away.\n\nLater on Tom persuaded Dick to ask Hans if he would not walk down to Cedarville for him, to buy him a baseball. Eager to be accommodating, the German youth received the necessary permission to leave the academy acres and hurried off at the full speed of his sturdy legs.\n\n\"Now for some fun!\" cried Tom, and ran off for the Indian suit and the face paints. These he took down to the bam and set to work to transform himself into a wild-looking red man.\n\n\"You're a lively one!\" grinned Peleg Snuggers, who stood watching him. \"We never had such a lad as you before Master Thomas.\"\n\n\"Thanks, Peleg, and perhaps you'll never have one like me again -- and then you'll be dreadfully sorry.\"\n\n\"Or glad,\" murmured Peleg.\n\n\"Mum's the word, old man.\"\n\n\"Oh, I never say nuthin, Master Thomas; you know that,\" returned the man-of-all-work.\n\nA number of the other pupils had been let into the secret, and, led by Dick, they ran off to the woods lining the Cedarville road. Tom came after them, skulking along that nobody driving by might catch sight of him."}, {"quote": "\"We never had such a lad as you before Master Thomas.\"", "context": "Later on Tom persuaded Dick to ask Hans if he would not walk down to Cedarville for him, to buy him a baseball. Eager to be accommodating, the German youth received the necessary permission to leave the academy acres and hurried off at the full speed of his sturdy legs.\n\n\"Now for some fun!\" cried Tom, and ran off for the Indian suit and the face paints. These he took down to the bam and set to work to transform himself into a wild-looking red man.\n\n\"You're a lively one!\" grinned Peleg Snuggers, who stood watching him. \"We never had such a lad as you before Master Thomas.\"\n\n\"Thanks, Peleg, and perhaps you'll never have one like me again -- and then you'll be dreadfully sorry.\"\n\n\"Or glad,\" murmured Peleg.\n\n\"Mum's the word, old man.\"\n\n\"Oh, I never say nuthin, Master Thomas; you know that,\" returned the man-of-all-work.\n\nA number of the other pupils had been let into the secret, and, led by Dick, they ran off to the woods lining the Cedarville road. Tom came after them, skulking along that nobody driving by might catch sight of him."}, {"quote": "\"Thanks, Peleg, and perhaps you'll never have one like me again -- and then you'll be dreadfully sorry.\"", "context": "Later on Tom persuaded Dick to ask Hans if he would not walk down to Cedarville for him, to buy him a baseball. Eager to be accommodating, the German youth received the necessary permission to leave the academy acres and hurried off at the full speed of his sturdy legs.\n\n\"Now for some fun!\" cried Tom, and ran off for the Indian suit and the face paints. These he took down to the bam and set to work to transform himself into a wild-looking red man.\n\n\"You're a lively one!\" grinned Peleg Snuggers, who stood watching him. \"We never had such a lad as you before Master Thomas.\"\n\n\"Thanks, Peleg, and perhaps you'll never have one like me again -- and then you'll be dreadfully sorry.\"\n\n\"Or glad,\" murmured Peleg.\n\n\"Mum's the word, old man.\"\n\n\"Oh, I never say nuthin, Master Thomas; you know that,\" returned the man-of-all-work.\n\nA number of the other pupils had been let into the secret, and, led by Dick, they ran off to the woods lining the Cedarville road. Tom came after them, skulking along that nobody driving by might catch sight of him.\n\nNot quite an hour later Hans Mueller was heard coming back. The German boy was humming to himself and at the same time throwing up the new ball he had purchased for Dick."}, {"quote": "\"Mum's the word, old man.\"", "context": "\" cried Tom, and ran off for the Indian suit and the face paints. These he took down to the bam and set to work to transform himself into a wild-looking red man.\n\n\"You're a lively one!\" grinned Peleg Snuggers, who stood watching him. \"We never had such a lad as you before Master Thomas.\"\n\n\"Thanks, Peleg, and perhaps you'll never have one like me again -- and then you'll be dreadfully sorry.\"\n\n\"Or glad,\" murmured Peleg.\n\n\"Mum's the word, old man.\"\n\n\"Oh, I never say nuthin, Master Thomas; you know that,\" returned the man-of-all-work.\n\nA number of the other pupils had been let into the secret, and, led by Dick, they ran off to the woods lining the Cedarville road. Tom came after them, skulking along that nobody driving by might catch sight of him.\n\nNot quite an hour later Hans Mueller was heard coming back. The German boy was humming to himself and at the same time throwing up the new ball he had purchased for Dick."}, {"quote": "\"Oh, I never say nuthin, Master Thomas; you know that,", "context": "\" cried Tom, and ran off for the Indian suit and the face paints. These he took down to the bam and set to work to transform himself into a wild-looking red man.\n\n\"You're a lively one!\" grinned Peleg Snuggers, who stood watching him. \"We never had such a lad as you before Master Thomas.\"\n\n\"Thanks, Peleg, and perhaps you'll never have one like me again -- and then you'll be dreadfully sorry.\"\n\n\"Or glad,\" murmured Peleg.\n\n\"Mum's the word, old man.\"\n\n\"Oh, I never say nuthin, Master Thomas; you know that,\" returned the man-of-all-work.\n\nA number of the other pupils had been let into the secret, and, led by Dick, they ran off to the woods lining the Cedarville road. Tom came after them, skulking along that nobody driving by might catch sight of him.\n\nNot quite an hour later Hans Mueller was heard coming back. The German boy was humming to himself and at the same time throwing up the new ball he had purchased for Dick.\n\n\"Burra! Burra!\" thundered out Tom, as he leaped from behind a big tree."}, {"quote": "\"Dutcha boy heap big scalp-me take um! Burra!", "context": "A number of the other pupils had been let into the secret, and, led by Dick, they ran off to the woods lining the Cedarville road. Tom came after them, skulking along that nobody driving by might catch sight of him.\n\nNot quite an hour later Hans Mueller was heard coming back. The German boy was humming to himself and at the same time throwing up the new ball he had purchased for Dick.\n\n\"Burra! Burra!\" thundered out Tom, as he leaped from behind a big tree. \"Dutcha boy heap big scalp-me take um! Burra!\" And he danced up to Hans, flourishing a big tin knife as he did so. The masquerade was a perfect one, and he looked like an Indian who had just stepped forth from some Wild West show.\n\n\"Ach du!\" screamed Hans, as he stopped short and grew white. \"It's dem Indians come to take mine hair! Oh, please, Mister Indian, ton't vos touch me!\"\n\n\"Dutcha boy heap nice hair,\" continued Tom, drawing nearer. \"Maka nice door-mat for Big Wolf. Burra!\""}, {"quote": "\"It's dem Indians come to take mine hair! Oh, please, Mister Indian, ton't vos touch me!\"", "context": "Not quite an hour later Hans Mueller was heard coming back. The German boy was humming to himself and at the same time throwing up the new ball he had purchased for Dick.\n\n\"Burra! Burra!\" thundered out Tom, as he leaped from behind a big tree. \"Dutcha boy heap big scalp-me take um! Burra!\" And he danced up to Hans, flourishing a big tin knife as he did so. The masquerade was a perfect one, and he looked like an Indian who had just stepped forth from some Wild West show.\n\n\"Ach du!\" screamed Hans, as he stopped short and grew white. \"It's dem Indians come to take mine hair! Oh, please, Mister Indian, ton't vos touch me!\"\n\n\"Dutcha boy heap nice hair,\" continued Tom, drawing nearer. \"Maka nice door-mat for Big Wolf. Burra!\"\n\n\"No, no; ton't vos touch mine hair-it vos all der hair I vos got!\" howled Hans. \"Please, Mister Indian mans, let me go!\" And then he started to back away.\n\n\"White bay stop or Big Wolf shoot!\" bellowed Tom, drawing forth a rusty pistol he had picked up in the barn. This rusty pistol had done lots of duty at fun-making before."}, {"quote": "\"Dutcha boy heap nice hair,", "context": "\"Burra! Burra!\" thundered out Tom, as he leaped from behind a big tree. \"Dutcha boy heap big scalp-me take um! Burra!\" And he danced up to Hans, flourishing a big tin knife as he did so. The masquerade was a perfect one, and he looked like an Indian who had just stepped forth from some Wild West show.\n\n\"Ach du!\" screamed Hans, as he stopped short and grew white. \"It's dem Indians come to take mine hair! Oh, please, Mister Indian, ton't vos touch me!\"\n\n\"Dutcha boy heap nice hair,\" continued Tom, drawing nearer. \"Maka nice door-mat for Big Wolf. Burra!\"\n\n\"No, no; ton't vos touch mine hair-it vos all der hair I vos got!\" howled Hans. \"Please, Mister Indian mans, let me go!\" And then he started to back away.\n\n\"White bay stop or Big Wolf shoot!\" bellowed Tom, drawing forth a rusty pistol he had picked up in the barn. This rusty pistol had done lots of duty at fun-making before."}, {"quote": "\"Maka nice door-mat for Big Wolf. Burra!\"", "context": "\"Dutcha boy heap big scalp-me take um! Burra!\" And he danced up to Hans, flourishing a big tin knife as he did so. The masquerade was a perfect one, and he looked like an Indian who had just stepped forth from some Wild West show.\n\n\"Ach du!\" screamed Hans, as he stopped short and grew white. \"It's dem Indians come to take mine hair! Oh, please, Mister Indian, ton't vos touch me!\"\n\n\"Dutcha boy heap nice hair,\" continued Tom, drawing nearer. \"Maka nice door-mat for Big Wolf. Burra!\"\n\n\"No, no; ton't vos touch mine hair-it vos all der hair I vos got!\" howled Hans. \"Please, Mister Indian mans, let me go!\" And then he started to back away.\n\n\"White bay stop or Big Wolf shoot!\" bellowed Tom, drawing forth a rusty pistol he had picked up in the barn. This rusty pistol had done lots of duty at fun-making before.\n\n\"No, no; ton't shoot!\" screamed Hans. Then he fell on his knees in despair."}, {"quote": "\"No, no; ton't vos touch mine hair-it vos all der hair I vos got!", "context": "\" And he danced up to Hans, flourishing a big tin knife as he did so. The masquerade was a perfect one, and he looked like an Indian who had just stepped forth from some Wild West show.\n\n\"Ach du!\" screamed Hans, as he stopped short and grew white. \"It's dem Indians come to take mine hair! Oh, please, Mister Indian, ton't vos touch me!\"\n\n\"Dutcha boy heap nice hair,\" continued Tom, drawing nearer. \"Maka nice door-mat for Big Wolf. Burra!\"\n\n\"No, no; ton't vos touch mine hair-it vos all der hair I vos got!\" howled Hans. \"Please, Mister Indian mans, let me go!\" And then he started to back away.\n\n\"White bay stop or Big Wolf shoot!\" bellowed Tom, drawing forth a rusty pistol he had picked up in the barn. This rusty pistol had done lots of duty at fun-making before.\n\n\"No, no; ton't shoot!\" screamed Hans. Then he fell on his knees in despair.\n\nTom could scarcely keep from laughing at the sight, and a snicker or two could be heard coming from where Frank, Dick, and the others were concealed behind the bushes. But the German youth was too terrorized to notice anything but that awful red man before him, with his hideous war-paint of blue and yellow."}, {"quote": "\"Please, Mister Indian mans, let me go!", "context": "\" And he danced up to Hans, flourishing a big tin knife as he did so. The masquerade was a perfect one, and he looked like an Indian who had just stepped forth from some Wild West show.\n\n\"Ach du!\" screamed Hans, as he stopped short and grew white. \"It's dem Indians come to take mine hair! Oh, please, Mister Indian, ton't vos touch me!\"\n\n\"Dutcha boy heap nice hair,\" continued Tom, drawing nearer. \"Maka nice door-mat for Big Wolf. Burra!\"\n\n\"No, no; ton't vos touch mine hair-it vos all der hair I vos got!\" howled Hans. \"Please, Mister Indian mans, let me go!\" And then he started to back away.\n\n\"White bay stop or Big Wolf shoot!\" bellowed Tom, drawing forth a rusty pistol he had picked up in the barn. This rusty pistol had done lots of duty at fun-making before.\n\n\"No, no; ton't shoot!\" screamed Hans. Then he fell on his knees in despair.\n\nTom could scarcely keep from laughing at the sight, and a snicker or two could be heard coming from where Frank, Dick, and the others were concealed behind the bushes. But the German youth was too terrorized to notice anything but that awful red man before him, with his hideous war-paint of blue and yellow."}, {"quote": "\"White bay stop or Big Wolf shoot!", "context": "\"Ach du!\" screamed Hans, as he stopped short and grew white. \"It's dem Indians come to take mine hair! Oh, please, Mister Indian, ton't vos touch me!\"\n\n\"Dutcha boy heap nice hair,\" continued Tom, drawing nearer. \"Maka nice door-mat for Big Wolf. Burra!\"\n\n\"No, no; ton't vos touch mine hair-it vos all der hair I vos got!\" howled Hans. \"Please, Mister Indian mans, let me go!\" And then he started to back away.\n\n\"White bay stop or Big Wolf shoot!\" bellowed Tom, drawing forth a rusty pistol he had picked up in the barn. This rusty pistol had done lots of duty at fun-making before.\n\n\"No, no; ton't shoot!\" screamed Hans. Then he fell on his knees in despair.\n\nTom could scarcely keep from laughing at the sight, and a snicker or two could be heard coming from where Frank, Dick, and the others were concealed behind the bushes. But the German youth was too terrorized to notice anything but that awful red man before him, with his hideous war-paint of blue and yellow."}, {"quote": "\"No, no; ton't shoot!", "context": "\" continued Tom, drawing nearer. \"Maka nice door-mat for Big Wolf. Burra!\"\n\n\"No, no; ton't vos touch mine hair-it vos all der hair I vos got!\" howled Hans. \"Please, Mister Indian mans, let me go!\" And then he started to back away.\n\n\"White bay stop or Big Wolf shoot!\" bellowed Tom, drawing forth a rusty pistol he had picked up in the barn. This rusty pistol had done lots of duty at fun-making before.\n\n\"No, no; ton't shoot!\" screamed Hans. Then he fell on his knees in despair.\n\nTom could scarcely keep from laughing at the sight, and a snicker or two could be heard coming from where Frank, Dick, and the others were concealed behind the bushes. But the German youth was too terrorized to notice anything but that awful red man before him, with his hideous war-paint of blue and yellow.\n\n\"Dutcha boy dance for Big Wolf,\" went on Tom. \"Dance! Dance or Big Wolf shoot"}, {"quote": "\"Dutcha boy dance for Big Wolf,", "context": "\" bellowed Tom, drawing forth a rusty pistol he had picked up in the barn. This rusty pistol had done lots of duty at fun-making before.\n\n\"No, no; ton't shoot!\" screamed Hans. Then he fell on his knees in despair.\n\nTom could scarcely keep from laughing at the sight, and a snicker or two could be heard coming from where Frank, Dick, and the others were concealed behind the bushes. But the German youth was too terrorized to notice anything but that awful red man before him, with his hideous war-paint of blue and yellow.\n\n\"Dutcha boy dance for Big Wolf,\" went on Tom. \"Dance! Dance or Big Wolf shoot!\" And the fun-loving Rover set the pace in a mad, caper that would have done credit to a Zulu.\n\n\"I can't vos dance!\" faltered Hans, and then, thinking he might appease the wrath of his unexpected enemy he began to caper about in a clumsy fashion which was comical in the extreme.\n\n\"Hoopla! keep it up!\" roared Tom. \"Dutcha boy take the cake for flingin' hees boots. Faster, faster, or Big Wolf shoot, bang!\""}, {"quote": "\"Dance! Dance or Big Wolf shoot!", "context": "\"No, no; ton't shoot!\" screamed Hans. Then he fell on his knees in despair.\n\nTom could scarcely keep from laughing at the sight, and a snicker or two could be heard coming from where Frank, Dick, and the others were concealed behind the bushes. But the German youth was too terrorized to notice anything but that awful red man before him, with his hideous war-paint of blue and yellow.\n\n\"Dutcha boy dance for Big Wolf,\" went on Tom. \"Dance! Dance or Big Wolf shoot!\" And the fun-loving Rover set the pace in a mad, caper that would have done credit to a Zulu.\n\n\"I can't vos dance!\" faltered Hans, and then, thinking he might appease the wrath of his unexpected enemy he began to caper about in a clumsy fashion which was comical in the extreme.\n\n\"Hoopla! keep it up!\" roared Tom. \"Dutcha boy take the cake for flingin' hees boots. Faster, faster, or Big Wolf shoot, bang!\""}, {"quote": "\"I can't vos dance!", "context": "Tom could scarcely keep from laughing at the sight, and a snicker or two could be heard coming from where Frank, Dick, and the others were concealed behind the bushes. But the German youth was too terrorized to notice anything but that awful red man before him, with his hideous war-paint of blue and yellow.\n\n\"Dutcha boy dance for Big Wolf,\" went on Tom. \"Dance! Dance or Big Wolf shoot!\" And the fun-loving Rover set the pace in a mad, caper that would have done credit to a Zulu.\n\n\"I can't vos dance!\" faltered Hans, and then, thinking he might appease the wrath of his unexpected enemy he began to caper about in a clumsy fashion which was comical in the extreme.\n\n\"Hoopla! keep it up!\" roared Tom. \"Dutcha boy take the cake for flingin' hees boots. Faster, faster, or Big Wolf shoot, bang!\"\n\n\"No, no; I vos dance so hard as I can!\" panted Hans, and renewed his exertions until Tom could keep in no longer, and set up such a laugh as had not been heard around the Hall for many a day. It is needless to add that the other boys joined in, still, however, keeping out of sight."}, {"quote": "\"Hoopla! keep it up!", "context": "Tom could scarcely keep from laughing at the sight, and a snicker or two could be heard coming from where Frank, Dick, and the others were concealed behind the bushes. But the German youth was too terrorized to notice anything but that awful red man before him, with his hideous war-paint of blue and yellow.\n\n\"Dutcha boy dance for Big Wolf,\" went on Tom. \"Dance! Dance or Big Wolf shoot!\" And the fun-loving Rover set the pace in a mad, caper that would have done credit to a Zulu.\n\n\"I can't vos dance!\" faltered Hans, and then, thinking he might appease the wrath of his unexpected enemy he began to caper about in a clumsy fashion which was comical in the extreme.\n\n\"Hoopla! keep it up!\" roared Tom. \"Dutcha boy take the cake for flingin' hees boots. Faster, faster, or Big Wolf shoot, bang!\"\n\n\"No, no; I vos dance so hard as I can!\" panted Hans, and renewed his exertions until Tom could keep in no longer, and set up such a laugh as had not been heard around the Hall for many a day. It is needless to add that the other boys joined in, still, however, keeping out of sight."}, {"quote": "\"Dutcha boy take the cake for flingin' hees boots. Faster, faster, or Big Wolf shoot, bang!\"", "context": "\"Dutcha boy dance for Big Wolf,\" went on Tom. \"Dance! Dance or Big Wolf shoot!\" And the fun-loving Rover set the pace in a mad, caper that would have done credit to a Zulu.\n\n\"I can't vos dance!\" faltered Hans, and then, thinking he might appease the wrath of his unexpected enemy he began to caper about in a clumsy fashion which was comical in the extreme.\n\n\"Hoopla! keep it up!\" roared Tom. \"Dutcha boy take the cake for flingin' hees boots. Faster, faster, or Big Wolf shoot, bang!\"\n\n\"No, no; I vos dance so hard as I can!\" panted Hans, and renewed his exertions until Tom could keep in no longer, and set up such a laugh as had not been heard around the Hall for many a day. It is needless to add that the other boys joined in, still, however, keeping out of sight.\n\n\"You're a corker, Hans!\" cried Tom in his natural voice. \"You ought to join the buck-and-wing dancers in a minstrel company.\""}, {"quote": "\"No, no; I vos dance so hard as I can!", "context": "\" And the fun-loving Rover set the pace in a mad, caper that would have done credit to a Zulu.\n\n\"I can't vos dance!\" faltered Hans, and then, thinking he might appease the wrath of his unexpected enemy he began to caper about in a clumsy fashion which was comical in the extreme.\n\n\"Hoopla! keep it up!\" roared Tom. \"Dutcha boy take the cake for flingin' hees boots. Faster, faster, or Big Wolf shoot, bang!\"\n\n\"No, no; I vos dance so hard as I can!\" panted Hans, and renewed his exertions until Tom could keep in no longer, and set up such a laugh as had not been heard around the Hall for many a day. It is needless to add that the other boys joined in, still, however, keeping out of sight.\n\n\"You're a corker, Hans!\" cried Tom in his natural voice. \"You ought to join the buck-and-wing dancers in a minstrel company.\"\n\n\"Vot -- vot -- ?\" began the German boy in bewilderment."}, {"quote": "\"You're a corker, Hans!", "context": "\" roared Tom. \"Dutcha boy take the cake for flingin' hees boots. Faster, faster, or Big Wolf shoot, bang!\"\n\n\"No, no; I vos dance so hard as I can!\" panted Hans, and renewed his exertions until Tom could keep in no longer, and set up such a laugh as had not been heard around the Hall for many a day. It is needless to add that the other boys joined in, still, however, keeping out of sight.\n\n\"You're a corker, Hans!\" cried Tom in his natural voice. \"You ought to join the buck-and-wing dancers in a minstrel company.\"\n\n\"Vot -- vot -- ?\" began the German boy in bewilderment. \"Ain't you no Indian?\"\n\n\"To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner.\"\n\n\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust."}, {"quote": "\"You ought to join the buck-and-wing dancers in a minstrel company.\"", "context": "\"Dutcha boy take the cake for flingin' hees boots. Faster, faster, or Big Wolf shoot, bang!\"\n\n\"No, no; I vos dance so hard as I can!\" panted Hans, and renewed his exertions until Tom could keep in no longer, and set up such a laugh as had not been heard around the Hall for many a day. It is needless to add that the other boys joined in, still, however, keeping out of sight.\n\n\"You're a corker, Hans!\" cried Tom in his natural voice. \"You ought to join the buck-and-wing dancers in a minstrel company.\"\n\n\"Vot -- vot -- ?\" began the German boy in bewilderment. \"Ain't you no Indian?\"\n\n\"To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner.\"\n\n\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust. \"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\""}, {"quote": "\"Vot -- vot -- ?", "context": "\"No, no; I vos dance so hard as I can!\" panted Hans, and renewed his exertions until Tom could keep in no longer, and set up such a laugh as had not been heard around the Hall for many a day. It is needless to add that the other boys joined in, still, however, keeping out of sight.\n\n\"You're a corker, Hans!\" cried Tom in his natural voice. \"You ought to join the buck-and-wing dancers in a minstrel company.\"\n\n\"Vot -- vot -- ?\" began the German boy in bewilderment. \"Ain't you no Indian?\"\n\n\"To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner.\"\n\n\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust. \"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"\n\n\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\""}, {"quote": "\"Ain't you no Indian?\"", "context": "\" panted Hans, and renewed his exertions until Tom could keep in no longer, and set up such a laugh as had not been heard around the Hall for many a day. It is needless to add that the other boys joined in, still, however, keeping out of sight.\n\n\"You're a corker, Hans!\" cried Tom in his natural voice. \"You ought to join the buck-and-wing dancers in a minstrel company.\"\n\n\"Vot -- vot -- ?\" began the German boy in bewilderment. \"Ain't you no Indian?\"\n\n\"To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner.\"\n\n\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust. \"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"\n\n\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\"\n\n\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\""}, {"quote": "\"To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner.\"", "context": "\" panted Hans, and renewed his exertions until Tom could keep in no longer, and set up such a laugh as had not been heard around the Hall for many a day. It is needless to add that the other boys joined in, still, however, keeping out of sight.\n\n\"You're a corker, Hans!\" cried Tom in his natural voice. \"You ought to join the buck-and-wing dancers in a minstrel company.\"\n\n\"Vot -- vot -- ?\" began the German boy in bewilderment. \"Ain't you no Indian?\"\n\n\"To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner.\"\n\n\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust. \"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"\n\n\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\"\n\n\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\"\n\n\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"\n\n\"To be sure it is.\"\n\n\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\""}, {"quote": "\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,", "context": "\" panted Hans, and renewed his exertions until Tom could keep in no longer, and set up such a laugh as had not been heard around the Hall for many a day. It is needless to add that the other boys joined in, still, however, keeping out of sight.\n\n\"You're a corker, Hans!\" cried Tom in his natural voice. \"You ought to join the buck-and-wing dancers in a minstrel company.\"\n\n\"Vot -- vot -- ?\" began the German boy in bewilderment. \"Ain't you no Indian?\"\n\n\"To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner.\"\n\n\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust. \"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"\n\n\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\"\n\n\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\"\n\n\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"\n\n\"To be sure it is.\"\n\n\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"\n\n\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\""}, {"quote": "\"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"", "context": "\" cried Tom in his natural voice. \"You ought to join the buck-and-wing dancers in a minstrel company.\"\n\n\"Vot -- vot -- ?\" began the German boy in bewilderment. \"Ain't you no Indian?\"\n\n\"To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner.\"\n\n\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust. \"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"\n\n\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\"\n\n\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\"\n\n\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"\n\n\"To be sure it is.\"\n\n\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"\n\n\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\"\n\n\"I ton't understand,\" stammered the German youth hopelessly.\n\n\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\""}, {"quote": "\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"", "context": "\"You ought to join the buck-and-wing dancers in a minstrel company.\"\n\n\"Vot -- vot -- ?\" began the German boy in bewilderment. \"Ain't you no Indian?\"\n\n\"To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner.\"\n\n\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust. \"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"\n\n\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\"\n\n\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\"\n\n\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"\n\n\"To be sure it is.\"\n\n\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"\n\n\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\"\n\n\"I ton't understand,\" stammered the German youth hopelessly.\n\n\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\""}, {"quote": "\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\"", "context": "\"Vot -- vot -- ?\" began the German boy in bewilderment. \"Ain't you no Indian?\"\n\n\"To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner.\"\n\n\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust. \"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"\n\n\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\"\n\n\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\"\n\n\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"\n\n\"To be sure it is.\"\n\n\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"\n\n\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\"\n\n\"I ton't understand,\" stammered the German youth hopelessly.\n\n\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\"\n\n\"I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay"}, {"quote": "\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\"", "context": "\" began the German boy in bewilderment. \"Ain't you no Indian?\"\n\n\"To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner.\"\n\n\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust. \"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"\n\n\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\"\n\n\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\"\n\n\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"\n\n\"To be sure it is.\"\n\n\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"\n\n\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\"\n\n\"I ton't understand,\" stammered the German youth hopelessly.\n\n\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\"\n\n\"I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay,\" mused Hans."}, {"quote": "\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"", "context": "\"To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner.\"\n\n\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust. \"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"\n\n\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\"\n\n\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\"\n\n\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"\n\n\"To be sure it is.\"\n\n\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"\n\n\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\"\n\n\"I ton't understand,\" stammered the German youth hopelessly.\n\n\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\"\n\n\"I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay,\" mused Hans. \"Dot vos lots of fun to make me tance, vosn't it? Vere you got dot bistol?\""}, {"quote": "\"To be sure it is.\"", "context": "\"To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner.\"\n\n\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust. \"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"\n\n\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\"\n\n\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\"\n\n\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"\n\n\"To be sure it is.\"\n\n\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"\n\n\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\"\n\n\"I ton't understand,\" stammered the German youth hopelessly.\n\n\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\"\n\n\"I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay,\" mused Hans. \"Dot vos lots of fun to make me tance, vosn't it? Vere you got dot bistol?\""}, {"quote": "\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"", "context": "\"To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner.\"\n\n\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust. \"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"\n\n\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\"\n\n\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\"\n\n\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"\n\n\"To be sure it is.\"\n\n\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"\n\n\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\"\n\n\"I ton't understand,\" stammered the German youth hopelessly.\n\n\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\"\n\n\"I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay,\" mused Hans. \"Dot vos lots of fun to make me tance, vosn't it? Vere you got dot bistol?\"\n\n\"Down in the barn. Look out, or it may go off"}, {"quote": "\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\"", "context": "\"You vos Tom Rofer, made up,\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust. \"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"\n\n\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\"\n\n\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\"\n\n\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"\n\n\"To be sure it is.\"\n\n\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"\n\n\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\"\n\n\"I ton't understand,\" stammered the German youth hopelessly.\n\n\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\"\n\n\"I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay,\" mused Hans. \"Dot vos lots of fun to make me tance, vosn't it? Vere you got dot bistol?\"\n\n\"Down in the barn. Look out, or it may go off,\" added Tom, as he held out the weapons, thinking Hans would draw back in alarm."}, {"quote": "\"I ton't understand,", "context": "\" growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust. \"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"\n\n\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\"\n\n\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\"\n\n\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"\n\n\"To be sure it is.\"\n\n\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"\n\n\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\"\n\n\"I ton't understand,\" stammered the German youth hopelessly.\n\n\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\"\n\n\"I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay,\" mused Hans. \"Dot vos lots of fun to make me tance, vosn't it? Vere you got dot bistol?\"\n\n\"Down in the barn. Look out, or it may go off,\" added Tom, as he held out the weapons, thinking Hans would draw back in alarm."}, {"quote": "\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\"", "context": "\"Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?\"\n\n\"Just to wake you up, Hans.\"\n\n\"I ton't vos been asleep, not me!\"\n\n\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\"\n\n\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"\n\n\"To be sure it is.\"\n\n\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"\n\n\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\"\n\n\"I ton't understand,\" stammered the German youth hopelessly.\n\n\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\"\n\n\"I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay,\" mused Hans. \"Dot vos lots of fun to make me tance, vosn't it? Vere you got dot bistol?\"\n\n\"Down in the barn. Look out, or it may go off,\" added Tom, as he held out the weapons, thinking Hans would draw back in alarm.\n\nInstead, however, the German boy took the pistol and of a sudden pointed it at Tom's head.\n\n\"Now you tance"}, {"quote": "\"I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay,", "context": "\"I mean to stir up your ideas -- put something new into your head.\"\n\n\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"\n\n\"To be sure it is.\"\n\n\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"\n\n\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\"\n\n\"I ton't understand,\" stammered the German youth hopelessly.\n\n\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\"\n\n\"I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay,\" mused Hans. \"Dot vos lots of fun to make me tance, vosn't it? Vere you got dot bistol?\"\n\n\"Down in the barn. Look out, or it may go off,\" added Tom, as he held out the weapons, thinking Hans would draw back in alarm.\n\nInstead, however, the German boy took the pistol and of a sudden pointed it at Tom's head.\n\n\"Now you tance!\" he cried abruptly. \"Tance, or I vos shoot you full of holes!\""}, {"quote": "\"Dot vos lots of fun to make me tance, vosn't it? Vere you got dot bistol?\"", "context": "\"Mine head vos all right, Tom.\"\n\n\"To be sure it is.\"\n\n\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"\n\n\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\"\n\n\"I ton't understand,\" stammered the German youth hopelessly.\n\n\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\"\n\n\"I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay,\" mused Hans. \"Dot vos lots of fun to make me tance, vosn't it? Vere you got dot bistol?\"\n\n\"Down in the barn. Look out, or it may go off,\" added Tom, as he held out the weapons, thinking Hans would draw back in alarm.\n\nInstead, however, the German boy took the pistol and of a sudden pointed it at Tom's head.\n\n\"Now you tance!\" he cried abruptly. \"Tance, or I vos shoot you full of holes!\"\n\n\"Hi, Tom; he's got the best of you now!\" cried Frank from behind the bushes.\n\n\"You can't make me dance, Hans"}, {"quote": "\"Down in the barn. Look out, or it may go off,", "context": "\"Den vot you say you vos put somedings new py him, hey?\"\n\n\"I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle.\"\n\n\"I ton't understand,\" stammered the German youth hopelessly.\n\n\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\"\n\n\"I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay,\" mused Hans. \"Dot vos lots of fun to make me tance, vosn't it? Vere you got dot bistol?\"\n\n\"Down in the barn. Look out, or it may go off,\" added Tom, as he held out the weapons, thinking Hans would draw back in alarm.\n\nInstead, however, the German boy took the pistol and of a sudden pointed it at Tom's head.\n\n\"Now you tance!\" he cried abruptly. \"Tance, or I vos shoot you full of holes!\"\n\n\"Hi, Tom; he's got the best of you now!\" cried Frank from behind the bushes.\n\n\"You can't make me dance, Hans,\" returned Tom. \"That old rusty iron hasn't been loaded for years.\""}, {"quote": "\"Now you tance!", "context": "\"That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans. But you are the right sort, any way.\"\n\n\"I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay,\" mused Hans. \"Dot vos lots of fun to make me tance, vosn't it? Vere you got dot bistol?\"\n\n\"Down in the barn. Look out, or it may go off,\" added Tom, as he held out the weapons, thinking Hans would draw back in alarm.\n\nInstead, however, the German boy took the pistol and of a sudden pointed it at Tom's head.\n\n\"Now you tance!\" he cried abruptly. \"Tance, or I vos shoot you full of holes!\"\n\n\"Hi, Tom; he's got the best of you now!\" cried Frank from behind the bushes.\n\n\"You can't make me dance, Hans,\" returned Tom. \"That old rusty iron hasn't been loaded for years.\"\n\n\"It ton't vos no goot? No. Maybe you vos only fool me.\"\n\n\"Pull the trigger and see,\" answered Tom coolly.\n\nHe had scarcely spoken when Hans Mueller did as advised. A tremendous report followed, and when the smoke cleared away the boys in the bushes were horrified to see that the rusty pistol had been shattered into a thousand pieces and that both Tom and Hans lay on their backs in the road, their faces covered with blood."}, {"quote": "\"Tance, or I vos shoot you full of holes!\"", "context": "\"I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay,\" mused Hans. \"Dot vos lots of fun to make me tance, vosn't it? Vere you got dot bistol?\"\n\n\"Down in the barn. Look out, or it may go off,\" added Tom, as he held out the weapons, thinking Hans would draw back in alarm.\n\nInstead, however, the German boy took the pistol and of a sudden pointed it at Tom's head.\n\n\"Now you tance!\" he cried abruptly. \"Tance, or I vos shoot you full of holes!\"\n\n\"Hi, Tom; he's got the best of you now!\" cried Frank from behind the bushes.\n\n\"You can't make me dance, Hans,\" returned Tom. \"That old rusty iron hasn't been loaded for years.\"\n\n\"It ton't vos no goot? No. Maybe you vos only fool me.\"\n\n\"Pull the trigger and see,\" answered Tom coolly.\n\nHe had scarcely spoken when Hans Mueller did as advised. A tremendous report followed, and when the smoke cleared away the boys in the bushes were horrified to see that the rusty pistol had been shattered into a thousand pieces and that both Tom and Hans lay on their backs in the road, their faces covered with blood."}, {"quote": "\"Hi, Tom; he's got the best of you now!", "context": "\"Dot vos lots of fun to make me tance, vosn't it? Vere you got dot bistol?\"\n\n\"Down in the barn. Look out, or it may go off,\" added Tom, as he held out the weapons, thinking Hans would draw back in alarm.\n\nInstead, however, the German boy took the pistol and of a sudden pointed it at Tom's head.\n\n\"Now you tance!\" he cried abruptly. \"Tance, or I vos shoot you full of holes!\"\n\n\"Hi, Tom; he's got the best of you now!\" cried Frank from behind the bushes.\n\n\"You can't make me dance, Hans,\" returned Tom. \"That old rusty iron hasn't been loaded for years.\"\n\n\"It ton't vos no goot? No. Maybe you vos only fool me.\"\n\n\"Pull the trigger and see,\" answered Tom coolly.\n\nHe had scarcely spoken when Hans Mueller did as advised. A tremendous report followed, and when the smoke cleared away the boys in the bushes were horrified to see that the rusty pistol had been shattered into a thousand pieces and that both Tom and Hans lay on their backs in the road, their faces covered with blood."}, {"quote": "\"You can't make me dance, Hans,", "context": "\"Dot vos lots of fun to make me tance, vosn't it? Vere you got dot bistol?\"\n\n\"Down in the barn. Look out, or it may go off,\" added Tom, as he held out the weapons, thinking Hans would draw back in alarm.\n\nInstead, however, the German boy took the pistol and of a sudden pointed it at Tom's head.\n\n\"Now you tance!\" he cried abruptly. \"Tance, or I vos shoot you full of holes!\"\n\n\"Hi, Tom; he's got the best of you now!\" cried Frank from behind the bushes.\n\n\"You can't make me dance, Hans,\" returned Tom. \"That old rusty iron hasn't been loaded for years.\"\n\n\"It ton't vos no goot? No. Maybe you vos only fool me.\"\n\n\"Pull the trigger and see,\" answered Tom coolly.\n\nHe had scarcely spoken when Hans Mueller did as advised. A tremendous report followed, and when the smoke cleared away the boys in the bushes were horrified to see that the rusty pistol had been shattered into a thousand pieces and that both Tom and Hans lay on their backs in the road, their faces covered with blood."}, {"quote": "\"That old rusty iron hasn't been loaded for years.\"", "context": "\"Down in the barn. Look out, or it may go off,\" added Tom, as he held out the weapons, thinking Hans would draw back in alarm.\n\nInstead, however, the German boy took the pistol and of a sudden pointed it at Tom's head.\n\n\"Now you tance!\" he cried abruptly. \"Tance, or I vos shoot you full of holes!\"\n\n\"Hi, Tom; he's got the best of you now!\" cried Frank from behind the bushes.\n\n\"You can't make me dance, Hans,\" returned Tom. \"That old rusty iron hasn't been loaded for years.\"\n\n\"It ton't vos no goot? No. Maybe you vos only fool me.\"\n\n\"Pull the trigger and see,\" answered Tom coolly.\n\nHe had scarcely spoken when Hans Mueller did as advised. A tremendous report followed, and when the smoke cleared away the boys in the bushes were horrified to see that the rusty pistol had been shattered into a thousand pieces and that both Tom and Hans lay on their backs in the road, their faces covered with blood.\n\nCHAPTER VI\n\nTHE STRANGE FIGURE IN THE HALLWAY"}, {"quote": "\"It ton't vos no goot? No. Maybe you vos only fool me.\"", "context": "\" added Tom, as he held out the weapons, thinking Hans would draw back in alarm.\n\nInstead, however, the German boy took the pistol and of a sudden pointed it at Tom's head.\n\n\"Now you tance!\" he cried abruptly. \"Tance, or I vos shoot you full of holes!\"\n\n\"Hi, Tom; he's got the best of you now!\" cried Frank from behind the bushes.\n\n\"You can't make me dance, Hans,\" returned Tom. \"That old rusty iron hasn't been loaded for years.\"\n\n\"It ton't vos no goot? No. Maybe you vos only fool me.\"\n\n\"Pull the trigger and see,\" answered Tom coolly.\n\nHe had scarcely spoken when Hans Mueller did as advised. A tremendous report followed, and when the smoke cleared away the boys in the bushes were horrified to see that the rusty pistol had been shattered into a thousand pieces and that both Tom and Hans lay on their backs in the road, their faces covered with blood.\n\nCHAPTER VI\n\nTHE STRANGE FIGURE IN THE HALLWAY\n\nAt the fearful outcome of the joke Tom had been perpetrating the boys concealed in the bushes were almost struck dumb, and for several seconds nobody could speak or move."}, {"quote": "\"Pull the trigger and see,", "context": "Instead, however, the German boy took the pistol and of a sudden pointed it at Tom's head.\n\n\"Now you tance!\" he cried abruptly. \"Tance, or I vos shoot you full of holes!\"\n\n\"Hi, Tom; he's got the best of you now!\" cried Frank from behind the bushes.\n\n\"You can't make me dance, Hans,\" returned Tom. \"That old rusty iron hasn't been loaded for years.\"\n\n\"It ton't vos no goot? No. Maybe you vos only fool me.\"\n\n\"Pull the trigger and see,\" answered Tom coolly.\n\nHe had scarcely spoken when Hans Mueller did as advised. A tremendous report followed, and when the smoke cleared away the boys in the bushes were horrified to see that the rusty pistol had been shattered into a thousand pieces and that both Tom and Hans lay on their backs in the road, their faces covered with blood.\n\nCHAPTER VI\n\nTHE STRANGE FIGURE IN THE HALLWAY\n\nAt the fearful outcome of the joke Tom had been perpetrating the boys concealed in the bushes were almost struck dumb, and for several seconds nobody could speak or move."}, {"quote": "\"Now, my men, you see that there are three privateers, and you also see that there are three Indiamen, which they have captured. As for the privateers, it's just a fair match for you -- one Englishman can always beat three Frenchmen. We must lick the privateers for honour and glory, and we must re-capture the ships for profit, because you'll all want some money when you get on shore again. So you've just half-a-dozen things to do, and then we'll pipe to dinner.\"", "context": "Our next cruise was on the coast of Guinea and Gulf of Mexico where we were running up and down for three months, without falling in with anything but West Indiamen bound to Demerara, Berbice, and Surinam, and occasionally chasing a privateer; but in the light winds they were too fast for us. Still we were useful in protecting the trade, and O'Brien had a letter of thanks from the merchants, and a handsome piece of plate upon his quitting the station. We had made sail for Barbadoes two days, and were within sight of the island of Trinidad, when we perceived six sail on the lee-bow. We soon made them out to be three large ships and three schooners; and immediately guessed, which afterwards proved to be correct, that they were three privateers, with West India ships which they had captured. We made all sail, and at first the three privateers did the same; but afterwards, having made out our force, and not liking to abandon their prizes, they resolved to fight. The West Indiamen hauled to the wind on the other tack, and the three privateers shortened sail and awaited our coming. We beat to quarters, and when everything was ready, and we were within a mile of the enemy, who had now thrown out the tricoloured flag, O'Brien ordered all the men aft on the quarter-deck, and addressed them: \"Now, my men, you see that there are three privateers, and you also see that there are three Indiamen, which they have captured. As for the privateers, it's just a fair match for you -- one Englishman can always beat three Frenchmen. We must lick the privateers for honour and glory, and we must re-capture the ships for profit, because you'll all want some money when you get on shore again. So you've just half-a-dozen things to do, and then we'll pipe to dinner.\"\n\nThis harangue suited the sailors very well, and they returned to their guns. \"Now, Peter,\" said O'Brien, \"just call away the sail-trimmers from the guns, for I mean to fight these fellows under sail, and out-manoeuvre them, if I can. Tell Mr Webster I want to speak with him.\"\n\nMr Webster was the second lieutenant, a very steady, quiet, young man, and a good officer.\n\n\"Mr Webster,\" said O'Brien, \"remember that all the foremost guns must be very much depressed. I prefer that the shot should strike the water before it reaches them, rather than it should go over them. See that your screws are run up at once, and I will take care that no broadside is thrown away. Starboard, Swinburne.\""}, {"quote": "\"just call away the sail-trimmers from the guns, for I mean to fight these fellows under sail, and out-manoeuvre them, if I can. Tell Mr Webster I want to speak with him.\"", "context": "\"Now, my men, you see that there are three privateers, and you also see that there are three Indiamen, which they have captured. As for the privateers, it's just a fair match for you -- one Englishman can always beat three Frenchmen. We must lick the privateers for honour and glory, and we must re-capture the ships for profit, because you'll all want some money when you get on shore again. So you've just half-a-dozen things to do, and then we'll pipe to dinner.\"\n\nThis harangue suited the sailors very well, and they returned to their guns. \"Now, Peter,\" said O'Brien, \"just call away the sail-trimmers from the guns, for I mean to fight these fellows under sail, and out-manoeuvre them, if I can. Tell Mr Webster I want to speak with him.\"\n\nMr Webster was the second lieutenant, a very steady, quiet, young man, and a good officer.\n\n\"Mr Webster,\" said O'Brien, \"remember that all the foremost guns must be very much depressed. I prefer that the shot should strike the water before it reaches them, rather than it should go over them. See that your screws are run up at once, and I will take care that no broadside is thrown away. Starboard, Swinburne.\"\n\n\"Starboard it is, sir.\""}, {"quote": "\"Mr Webster,", "context": "\"Now, my men, you see that there are three privateers, and you also see that there are three Indiamen, which they have captured. As for the privateers, it's just a fair match for you -- one Englishman can always beat three Frenchmen. We must lick the privateers for honour and glory, and we must re-capture the ships for profit, because you'll all want some money when you get on shore again. So you've just half-a-dozen things to do, and then we'll pipe to dinner.\"\n\nThis harangue suited the sailors very well, and they returned to their guns. \"Now, Peter,\" said O'Brien, \"just call away the sail-trimmers from the guns, for I mean to fight these fellows under sail, and out-manoeuvre them, if I can. Tell Mr Webster I want to speak with him.\"\n\nMr Webster was the second lieutenant, a very steady, quiet, young man, and a good officer.\n\n\"Mr Webster,\" said O'Brien, \"remember that all the foremost guns must be very much depressed. I prefer that the shot should strike the water before it reaches them, rather than it should go over them. See that your screws are run up at once, and I will take care that no broadside is thrown away. Starboard, Swinburne.\"\n\n\"Starboard it is, sir.\"\n\n\"Steady; so -- that's right for the stern of the leeward vessel.\"\n\nWe were within two cable lengths of the privateers, who still remained hove-to within half a cable's length of each other. They were very large schooners, full of men, with their boarding netting triced up, and showing a very good set of teeth; as it afterwards proved, one mounted sixteen, and the other two fourteen, guns."}, {"quote": "\"remember that all the foremost guns must be very much depressed. I prefer that the shot should strike the water before it reaches them, rather than it should go over them. See that your screws are run up at once, and I will take care that no broadside is thrown away. Starboard, Swinburne.\"", "context": "\"Now, my men, you see that there are three privateers, and you also see that there are three Indiamen, which they have captured. As for the privateers, it's just a fair match for you -- one Englishman can always beat three Frenchmen. We must lick the privateers for honour and glory, and we must re-capture the ships for profit, because you'll all want some money when you get on shore again. So you've just half-a-dozen things to do, and then we'll pipe to dinner.\"\n\nThis harangue suited the sailors very well, and they returned to their guns. \"Now, Peter,\" said O'Brien, \"just call away the sail-trimmers from the guns, for I mean to fight these fellows under sail, and out-manoeuvre them, if I can. Tell Mr Webster I want to speak with him.\"\n\nMr Webster was the second lieutenant, a very steady, quiet, young man, and a good officer.\n\n\"Mr Webster,\" said O'Brien, \"remember that all the foremost guns must be very much depressed. I prefer that the shot should strike the water before it reaches them, rather than it should go over them. See that your screws are run up at once, and I will take care that no broadside is thrown away. Starboard, Swinburne.\"\n\n\"Starboard it is, sir.\"\n\n\"Steady; so -- that's right for the stern of the leeward vessel.\"\n\nWe were within two cable lengths of the privateers, who still remained hove-to within half a cable's length of each other. They were very large schooners, full of men, with their boarding netting triced up, and showing a very good set of teeth; as it afterwards proved, one mounted sixteen, and the other two fourteen, guns."}, {"quote": "\"Starboard it is, sir.\"", "context": "\"just call away the sail-trimmers from the guns, for I mean to fight these fellows under sail, and out-manoeuvre them, if I can. Tell Mr Webster I want to speak with him.\"\n\nMr Webster was the second lieutenant, a very steady, quiet, young man, and a good officer.\n\n\"Mr Webster,\" said O'Brien, \"remember that all the foremost guns must be very much depressed. I prefer that the shot should strike the water before it reaches them, rather than it should go over them. See that your screws are run up at once, and I will take care that no broadside is thrown away. Starboard, Swinburne.\"\n\n\"Starboard it is, sir.\"\n\n\"Steady; so -- that's right for the stern of the leeward vessel.\"\n\nWe were within two cable lengths of the privateers, who still remained hove-to within half a cable's length of each other. They were very large schooners, full of men, with their boarding netting triced up, and showing a very good set of teeth; as it afterwards proved, one mounted sixteen, and the other two fourteen, guns.\n\n\"Now, my lads, over to the lee guns, and fire as they bear, when we round-to. Hands by the lee head-braces, and jib-sheet, stretch along the weather braces. Quarter-master abaft, tend the boom-sheet. Port hard, Swinburne.\""}, {"quote": "\"Steady; so -- that's right for the stern of the leeward vessel.\"", "context": "Mr Webster was the second lieutenant, a very steady, quiet, young man, and a good officer.\n\n\"Mr Webster,\" said O'Brien, \"remember that all the foremost guns must be very much depressed. I prefer that the shot should strike the water before it reaches them, rather than it should go over them. See that your screws are run up at once, and I will take care that no broadside is thrown away. Starboard, Swinburne.\"\n\n\"Starboard it is, sir.\"\n\n\"Steady; so -- that's right for the stern of the leeward vessel.\"\n\nWe were within two cable lengths of the privateers, who still remained hove-to within half a cable's length of each other. They were very large schooners, full of men, with their boarding netting triced up, and showing a very good set of teeth; as it afterwards proved, one mounted sixteen, and the other two fourteen, guns.\n\n\"Now, my lads, over to the lee guns, and fire as they bear, when we round-to. Hands by the lee head-braces, and jib-sheet, stretch along the weather braces. Quarter-master abaft, tend the boom-sheet. Port hard, Swinburne.\""}, {"quote": "\"Now, my lads, over to the lee guns, and fire as they bear, when we round-to. Hands by the lee head-braces, and jib-sheet, stretch along the weather braces. Quarter-master abaft, tend the boom-sheet. Port hard, Swinburne.\"", "context": "\"Starboard it is, sir.\"\n\n\"Steady; so -- that's right for the stern of the leeward vessel.\"\n\nWe were within two cable lengths of the privateers, who still remained hove-to within half a cable's length of each other. They were very large schooners, full of men, with their boarding netting triced up, and showing a very good set of teeth; as it afterwards proved, one mounted sixteen, and the other two fourteen, guns.\n\n\"Now, my lads, over to the lee guns, and fire as they bear, when we round-to. Hands by the lee head-braces, and jib-sheet, stretch along the weather braces. Quarter-master abaft, tend the boom-sheet. Port hard, Swinburne.\"\n\n\"Port it is, sir,\" replied Swinburne; and the brig rounded up on the wind, shooting up under the sterns of the two weathermost schooners, and discharging the broadside into them as the guns bore.\n\n\"Be smart and load, my lads, and stand by the same guns. Round in the weather head-braces. Peter, I don't want her to go about. Stand by to haul over the boom-sheet, when she pays off. Swinburne, helm a-midships.\""}, {"quote": "\"Port it is, sir,", "context": "We were within two cable lengths of the privateers, who still remained hove-to within half a cable's length of each other. They were very large schooners, full of men, with their boarding netting triced up, and showing a very good set of teeth; as it afterwards proved, one mounted sixteen, and the other two fourteen, guns.\n\n\"Now, my lads, over to the lee guns, and fire as they bear, when we round-to. Hands by the lee head-braces, and jib-sheet, stretch along the weather braces. Quarter-master abaft, tend the boom-sheet. Port hard, Swinburne.\"\n\n\"Port it is, sir,\" replied Swinburne; and the brig rounded up on the wind, shooting up under the sterns of the two weathermost schooners, and discharging the broadside into them as the guns bore.\n\n\"Be smart and load, my lads, and stand by the same guns. Round in the weather head-braces. Peter, I don't want her to go about. Stand by to haul over the boom-sheet, when she pays off. Swinburne, helm a-midships.\""}, {"quote": "\"Be smart and load, my lads, and stand by the same guns. Round in the weather head-braces. Peter, I don't want her to go about. Stand by to haul over the boom-sheet, when she pays off. Swinburne, helm a-midships.\"", "context": "\"Now, my lads, over to the lee guns, and fire as they bear, when we round-to. Hands by the lee head-braces, and jib-sheet, stretch along the weather braces. Quarter-master abaft, tend the boom-sheet. Port hard, Swinburne.\"\n\n\"Port it is, sir,\" replied Swinburne; and the brig rounded up on the wind, shooting up under the sterns of the two weathermost schooners, and discharging the broadside into them as the guns bore.\n\n\"Be smart and load, my lads, and stand by the same guns. Round in the weather head-braces. Peter, I don't want her to go about. Stand by to haul over the boom-sheet, when she pays off. Swinburne, helm a-midships.\"\n\nBy this time another broadside was poured into the schooner, who had not yet returned our fire, which, having foolishly remained hove to the wind, they could not do. The brig had now stern way, and O'Brien then executed a very skilful manoeuvre: he shifted the helm, and made a stern board, so as to back in between the two weather schooners and the one to leeward, bracing round at the same time on the other tack.\n\n\"Man both sides, my lads, and give them our broadsides as we pass.\""}, {"quote": "\"Man both sides, my lads, and give them our broadsides as we pass.\"", "context": "By this time another broadside was poured into the schooner, who had not yet returned our fire, which, having foolishly remained hove to the wind, they could not do. The brig had now stern way, and O'Brien then executed a very skilful manoeuvre: he shifted the helm, and made a stern board, so as to back in between the two weather schooners and the one to leeward, bracing round at the same time on the other tack.\n\n\"Man both sides, my lads, and give them our broadsides as we pass.\"\n\nThe men stationed to the starboard guns flew over, and the other side being again loaded, we exchanged broadsides with the leeward and one of the windward schooners, the brig continuing her stern way until we passed a-head of them. By the time that we had reloaded, the brig had gathered headway, and again passed between the same two schooners, giving broadsides, and then passing astern of them.\n\n\"Capital, my lads -- capital"}, {"quote": "\"Capital, my lads -- capital!", "context": "\"Man both sides, my lads, and give them our broadsides as we pass.\"\n\nThe men stationed to the starboard guns flew over, and the other side being again loaded, we exchanged broadsides with the leeward and one of the windward schooners, the brig continuing her stern way until we passed a-head of them. By the time that we had reloaded, the brig had gathered headway, and again passed between the same two schooners, giving broadsides, and then passing astern of them.\n\n\"Capital, my lads -- capital!\" said O'Brien; \"this is what I call good fighting.\" And so it was; for O'Brien had given two raking broadsides, and four others, receiving only two in return, for the schooners were not ready for us when we passed between them the last time.\n\nThe smoke had now rolled away to leeward, and we were able to see the effect of our broadsides. The middle schooner had lost her main-boom, and appeared very much cut up in the hull. The schooner to leeward did not appear to have suffered much; but they now perceived their error, and made sail. They had expected that we should have run in between them, and fought broadside to broadside, by which means the weathermost schooner would have taken a raking position, while the others engaged us to windward and to leeward. Our own damages were trifling -- two men slightly wounded, and one main shroud cut away. We ran about half-a-mile astern from them; then with both broadsides ready, we tacked, and found that, as we expected, we could weather the whole of them. This we did; O'Brien running the brig within biscuit-throw of the weather schooner, engaging him broadside to broadside, with the advantage that the other two could not fire a shot into us without standing a chance of striking their consort. If he made more sail, so did we; if he shortened, so did we, so as to keep our position with little variation. The schooner fought well; but her metal was not to be compared with our thirty-two pound carronades, which ploughed up her sides at so short a distance, driving two ports into one. At last her foremast went by the board, and she dropped astern. In the meantime the other schooners had both tacked, and were coming up under our stern to rake us, but the accident which happened to the one we had engaged left us at liberty. We knew that she could not escape, so we tacked and engaged the other two, nearing them as fast as we could. The breeze now sprang up fast, and O'Brien put up the helm and passed between them, giving them both a raking broadside of grape and cannister, which brought the sticks about their ears. This sickened them; the smallest schooner which had been the leewardest at the commencement of the action, made all sail on a wind. We clapped on the royals to follow her, when we perceived that the other schooner, which had been in the middle, and whose main-boom we had shot away, had put her helm up, and was crowding all sail before the wind. O'Brien then said,"}, {"quote": "\"this is what I call good fighting.", "context": "The men stationed to the starboard guns flew over, and the other side being again loaded, we exchanged broadsides with the leeward and one of the windward schooners, the brig continuing her stern way until we passed a-head of them. By the time that we had reloaded, the brig had gathered headway, and again passed between the same two schooners, giving broadsides, and then passing astern of them.\n\n\"Capital, my lads -- capital!\" said O'Brien; \"this is what I call good fighting.\" And so it was; for O'Brien had given two raking broadsides, and four others, receiving only two in return, for the schooners were not ready for us when we passed between them the last time.\n\nThe smoke had now rolled away to leeward, and we were able to see the effect of our broadsides. The middle schooner had lost her main-boom, and appeared very much cut up in the hull. The schooner to leeward did not appear to have suffered much; but they now perceived their error, and made sail. They had expected that we should have run in between them, and fought broadside to broadside, by which means the weathermost schooner would have taken a raking position, while the others engaged us to windward and to leeward. Our own damages were trifling -- two men slightly wounded, and one main shroud cut away. We ran about half-a-mile astern from them; then with both broadsides ready, we tacked, and found that, as we expected, we could weather the whole of them. This we did; O'Brien running the brig within biscuit-throw of the weather schooner, engaging him broadside to broadside, with the advantage that the other two could not fire a shot into us without standing a chance of striking their consort. If he made more sail, so did we; if he shortened, so did we, so as to keep our position with little variation. The schooner fought well; but her metal was not to be compared with our thirty-two pound carronades, which ploughed up her sides at so short a distance, driving two ports into one. At last her foremast went by the board, and she dropped astern. In the meantime the other schooners had both tacked, and were coming up under our stern to rake us, but the accident which happened to the one we had engaged left us at liberty. We knew that she could not escape, so we tacked and engaged the other two, nearing them as fast as we could. The breeze now sprang up fast, and O'Brien put up the helm and passed between them, giving them both a raking broadside of grape and cannister, which brought the sticks about their ears. This sickened them; the smallest schooner which had been the leewardest at the commencement of the action, made all sail on a wind. We clapped on the royals to follow her, when we perceived that the other schooner, which had been in the middle, and whose main-boom we had shot away, had put her helm up, and was crowding all sail before the wind. O'Brien then said,"}, {"quote": "\"Must not try for too much, or we shall lose all. Put her about, Peter, -- we must be content with the one that is left us.\"", "context": "The smoke had now rolled away to leeward, and we were able to see the effect of our broadsides. The middle schooner had lost her main-boom, and appeared very much cut up in the hull. The schooner to leeward did not appear to have suffered much; but they now perceived their error, and made sail. They had expected that we should have run in between them, and fought broadside to broadside, by which means the weathermost schooner would have taken a raking position, while the others engaged us to windward and to leeward. Our own damages were trifling -- two men slightly wounded, and one main shroud cut away. We ran about half-a-mile astern from them; then with both broadsides ready, we tacked, and found that, as we expected, we could weather the whole of them. This we did; O'Brien running the brig within biscuit-throw of the weather schooner, engaging him broadside to broadside, with the advantage that the other two could not fire a shot into us without standing a chance of striking their consort. If he made more sail, so did we; if he shortened, so did we, so as to keep our position with little variation. The schooner fought well; but her metal was not to be compared with our thirty-two pound carronades, which ploughed up her sides at so short a distance, driving two ports into one. At last her foremast went by the board, and she dropped astern. In the meantime the other schooners had both tacked, and were coming up under our stern to rake us, but the accident which happened to the one we had engaged left us at liberty. We knew that she could not escape, so we tacked and engaged the other two, nearing them as fast as we could. The breeze now sprang up fast, and O'Brien put up the helm and passed between them, giving them both a raking broadside of grape and cannister, which brought the sticks about their ears. This sickened them; the smallest schooner which had been the leewardest at the commencement of the action, made all sail on a wind. We clapped on the royals to follow her, when we perceived that the other schooner, which had been in the middle, and whose main-boom we had shot away, had put her helm up, and was crowding all sail before the wind. O'Brien then said, \"Must not try for too much, or we shall lose all. Put her about, Peter, -- we must be content with the one that is left us.\"\n\nWe went about and ranged up to the schooner which had lost her foremast; but she, finding that her consort had deserted her, hauled down her colours just as we were about to pour in our broadside. Our men gave three cheers; and it was pleasant to see them all shaking hands with each other, congratulating and laughing at the successful result of our action.\n\n\"Now, my lads, be smart; -- we've done enough for honour, now for profit. Peter, take the two cutters full of men, and go on board of the schooner, while I get hold of the three West Indiamen. Rig something jury forward, and follow me.\""}, {"quote": "\"Now, my lads, be smart; -- we've done enough for honour, now for profit. Peter, take the two cutters full of men, and go on board of the schooner, while I get hold of the three West Indiamen. Rig something jury forward, and follow me.\"", "context": "\"Must not try for too much, or we shall lose all. Put her about, Peter, -- we must be content with the one that is left us.\"\n\nWe went about and ranged up to the schooner which had lost her foremast; but she, finding that her consort had deserted her, hauled down her colours just as we were about to pour in our broadside. Our men gave three cheers; and it was pleasant to see them all shaking hands with each other, congratulating and laughing at the successful result of our action.\n\n\"Now, my lads, be smart; -- we've done enough for honour, now for profit. Peter, take the two cutters full of men, and go on board of the schooner, while I get hold of the three West Indiamen. Rig something jury forward, and follow me.\"\n\nIn a minute the cutters were down and full of men. I took possession of the schooner, while the brig again tacked, and crowding all sail stood after the captured vessels. The schooner, which was the largest of the three, was called the Jean d'Arc, mounting sixteen guns, and had fifty-three men on board, the remainder being away in the prizes. The captain was wounded very badly, and one officer killed. Out of her ship's company, she had but eight killed and five wounded. They informed me that they had sailed three months ago from St. Pierre's, Martinique, and had fallen in with the two other privateers, and cruised in company, having taken nine West Indiamen since they had come out."}, {"quote": "\"were you ever attacked by boats when you laid at St. Pierre's?\"", "context": "In a minute the cutters were down and full of men. I took possession of the schooner, while the brig again tacked, and crowding all sail stood after the captured vessels. The schooner, which was the largest of the three, was called the Jean d'Arc, mounting sixteen guns, and had fifty-three men on board, the remainder being away in the prizes. The captain was wounded very badly, and one officer killed. Out of her ship's company, she had but eight killed and five wounded. They informed me that they had sailed three months ago from St. Pierre's, Martinique, and had fallen in with the two other privateers, and cruised in company, having taken nine West Indiamen since they had come out.\n\n\"Pray,\" said I, to the officer who gave the information, \"were you ever attacked by boats when you laid at St. Pierre's?\"\n\nHe replied, \"Yes; and that they had beaten them off.\"\n\n\"Did you purchase these masts of an American?\"\n\nHe replied in the affirmative; so that we had captured the very vessel, in attempting to cut out which we had lost so many men.\n\nWe were all very glad of this, and Swinburne said, \"Well, hang me, if I didn't think that I had seen that port-hole before; there it was that I wrenched a pike out of one of the rascal's hands, who tried to stab me, and into that port-hole I fired at least a dozen muskets. Well, I'm damned glad we've got hold of the beggar at last.\""}, {"quote": "\"Yes; and that they had beaten them off.\"", "context": "In a minute the cutters were down and full of men. I took possession of the schooner, while the brig again tacked, and crowding all sail stood after the captured vessels. The schooner, which was the largest of the three, was called the Jean d'Arc, mounting sixteen guns, and had fifty-three men on board, the remainder being away in the prizes. The captain was wounded very badly, and one officer killed. Out of her ship's company, she had but eight killed and five wounded. They informed me that they had sailed three months ago from St. Pierre's, Martinique, and had fallen in with the two other privateers, and cruised in company, having taken nine West Indiamen since they had come out.\n\n\"Pray,\" said I, to the officer who gave the information, \"were you ever attacked by boats when you laid at St. Pierre's?\"\n\nHe replied, \"Yes; and that they had beaten them off.\"\n\n\"Did you purchase these masts of an American?\"\n\nHe replied in the affirmative; so that we had captured the very vessel, in attempting to cut out which we had lost so many men.\n\nWe were all very glad of this, and Swinburne said, \"Well, hang me, if I didn't think that I had seen that port-hole before; there it was that I wrenched a pike out of one of the rascal's hands, who tried to stab me, and into that port-hole I fired at least a dozen muskets. Well, I'm damned glad we've got hold of the beggar at last.\""}, {"quote": "\"Did you purchase these masts of an American?\"", "context": "In a minute the cutters were down and full of men. I took possession of the schooner, while the brig again tacked, and crowding all sail stood after the captured vessels. The schooner, which was the largest of the three, was called the Jean d'Arc, mounting sixteen guns, and had fifty-three men on board, the remainder being away in the prizes. The captain was wounded very badly, and one officer killed. Out of her ship's company, she had but eight killed and five wounded. They informed me that they had sailed three months ago from St. Pierre's, Martinique, and had fallen in with the two other privateers, and cruised in company, having taken nine West Indiamen since they had come out.\n\n\"Pray,\" said I, to the officer who gave the information, \"were you ever attacked by boats when you laid at St. Pierre's?\"\n\nHe replied, \"Yes; and that they had beaten them off.\"\n\n\"Did you purchase these masts of an American?\"\n\nHe replied in the affirmative; so that we had captured the very vessel, in attempting to cut out which we had lost so many men.\n\nWe were all very glad of this, and Swinburne said, \"Well, hang me, if I didn't think that I had seen that port-hole before; there it was that I wrenched a pike out of one of the rascal's hands, who tried to stab me, and into that port-hole I fired at least a dozen muskets. Well, I'm damned glad we've got hold of the beggar at last.\""}, {"quote": "\"Well, hang me, if I didn't think that I had seen that port-hole before; there it was that I wrenched a pike out of one of the rascal's hands, who tried to stab me, and into that port-hole I fired at least a dozen muskets. Well, I'm damned glad we've got hold of the beggar at last.\"", "context": "\"Pray,\" said I, to the officer who gave the information, \"were you ever attacked by boats when you laid at St. Pierre's?\"\n\nHe replied, \"Yes; and that they had beaten them off.\"\n\n\"Did you purchase these masts of an American?\"\n\nHe replied in the affirmative; so that we had captured the very vessel, in attempting to cut out which we had lost so many men.\n\nWe were all very glad of this, and Swinburne said, \"Well, hang me, if I didn't think that I had seen that port-hole before; there it was that I wrenched a pike out of one of the rascal's hands, who tried to stab me, and into that port-hole I fired at least a dozen muskets. Well, I'm damned glad we've got hold of the beggar at last.\"\n\nWe secured the prisoners below, and commenced putting the schooner in order. In half-an-hour, we had completed our knotting and splicing, and having two of the carpenters with us, in an hour we had got up a small jury-mast forward, sufficient for the present. We lowered the mainsail, put try-sails on her, and stood after the brig, which was now close to the prizes: but they separated, and it was not till dark that she had possession of two. The third was then hull down on the other tack, with the brig in chase. We followed the brig, as did the two recaptured vessels, and even with our jury up, we found that we could sail as fast as they. The next morning we saw the brig hove-to and about three miles a-head, with the three vessels in her possession. We closed, and I went on board. Webster was put in charge of the privateer; and, after lying-to for that day to send our prize-masters and men on board to remove the prisoners, we got up a proper jury-mast, and all made sail together for Barbadoes. On my return on board, I found that we had but one man and one boy killed and six wounded, which I was not aware of. I forgot to say that the names of the other two privateers were L'Etoille and La Madeleine."}, {"quote": "\"my dear Peter, I am afraid that he is fretting himself to death. Of course I am very lonely and melancholy. I cannot help reflecting upon what will be my situation if any accident should happen to my father. Accept my uncle's protection I will not; yet how am I to live, for my father has saved nothing? I have been very busy lately, trying to qualify myself for a governess, and practise the harp and piano for several hours every day. I shall be very very glad when you come home again.", "context": "In a fortnight we arrived with all our prizes safe in Carlisle Bay, where we found the admiral, who had anchored but two days before. I hardly need say that O'Brien was well received, and gained a great deal of credit for the action. I found several letters from my sister, the contents of which gave me much pain. My father had been some months in Ireland, and had returned without gaining any information. My sister said that he was very unhappy, paid no attention to his clerical duties, and would sit for days without speaking. That he was very much altered in his appearance, and had grown thin and care-worn. \"In short,\" said she, \"my dear Peter, I am afraid that he is fretting himself to death. Of course I am very lonely and melancholy. I cannot help reflecting upon what will be my situation if any accident should happen to my father. Accept my uncle's protection I will not; yet how am I to live, for my father has saved nothing? I have been very busy lately, trying to qualify myself for a governess, and practise the harp and piano for several hours every day. I shall be very very glad when you come home again.\" I showed the letters to O'Brien who read them with much attention. I perceived the colour mount into his cheeks, when he read those parts of her letters in which she mentioned his name, and expressed her gratitude for his kindness towards me.\n\n\"Never mind, Peter,\" said O'Brien, returning me the letters; \"to whom is it that I am indebted for my promotion, and this brig, but to you -- and for all the prize-money which I have made, and which, by the head of St. Patrick, comes to a very dacant sum, but to you? Make yourself quite easy about your dear little sister. We'll club your prize-money and mine together, and she shall marry a duke, if there is one in England deserving her; and it's the French that shall furnish her dowry, as sure as the Rattlesnake carries a tail.\""}, {"quote": "\"Never mind, Peter,", "context": "\"my dear Peter, I am afraid that he is fretting himself to death. Of course I am very lonely and melancholy. I cannot help reflecting upon what will be my situation if any accident should happen to my father. Accept my uncle's protection I will not; yet how am I to live, for my father has saved nothing? I have been very busy lately, trying to qualify myself for a governess, and practise the harp and piano for several hours every day. I shall be very very glad when you come home again.\" I showed the letters to O'Brien who read them with much attention. I perceived the colour mount into his cheeks, when he read those parts of her letters in which she mentioned his name, and expressed her gratitude for his kindness towards me.\n\n\"Never mind, Peter,\" said O'Brien, returning me the letters; \"to whom is it that I am indebted for my promotion, and this brig, but to you -- and for all the prize-money which I have made, and which, by the head of St. Patrick, comes to a very dacant sum, but to you? Make yourself quite easy about your dear little sister. We'll club your prize-money and mine together, and she shall marry a duke, if there is one in England deserving her; and it's the French that shall furnish her dowry, as sure as the Rattlesnake carries a tail.\""}, {"quote": "\"I always said so,", "context": "The curtains of Mrs. Major Allen's apartment were, upon this occasion, of full rose-coloured cahco, covered with a species of mushn so open in its texture as to be exported for mosquito- nets. Upon the draperies of these she had, some weeks before her confinement, affixed some white scallops of her own inven- tion, each one having a little tassel of rose-coloured cahco, cut into slips, attached to it. Her sofa, removed from the parlour for the occasion, was clothed in the same style, and ehcited an exclamation of wonder and delight from every one who ap- proached it. Three small cushions, carelessly balanced on the back and arms of this extensive cojich, were also of the same gay^nd happy hue, and not a corner of them but showed in patterns of labyrinthine grace and intricacy the powers of a skilful needle. \n\nMrs. Major Allen herself was habited in a robe of white, which, though not of a particularly fine texture, was really exquisitely elegant, as all the Sydney ladies agreed, from the profusion of elaborate satiu-stitch bestowed upon its cuffs and collar. \n\n\"I always said so,\" observed Mrs. Major AUen to her nurse, the first time she put on one of the two beautiful robes thus pre- pared, \" I always said that there was nothing m the whole world like satin-stitch for giving an elegant finish ; and I will tell you \n\n12 THE WIDOW MARRIED. \n\nwhat, nurse, you may depend upon it, that amongst all the things that a woman does, there is nothing, positively nothing, that answers so well as satin-stitch.\" "}, {"quote": "\"above a year, sir ; and except just furnishing the place, and giving me that trumpery necklace, which is no more to be compared to my shells than Mght to darkness, you have never spent, to my knowledge, a single farthing of your own, from that hour to this. K it had not been for my own fortune, your family would have been pretty much in want of a maintenance.", "context": "\" Then I do trust our poor child will be the better forit,\" said Mrs. Major AUen, putting down the teapot, and placing her right hand on the top of the cradle, while with the other she fondly daUied with the httle coverhd, as if it wanted more tucking in than she had given it a dozen times over already. \" I do hope. Major Allen, that for the first time in your life you win do something to assist in the maintenance of your family.\" \n\n\" My family,\" rephed the Major, cherupping very affection- ately towards the cradle, \" have not been very long in want of maintenance.\" \n\n\" Why, we have been married,\" replied Mrs. Allen, \"above a year, sir ; and except just furnishing the place, and giving me that trumpery necklace, which is no more to be compared to my shells than Mght to darkness, you have never spent, to my knowledge, a single farthing of your own, from that hour to this. K it had not been for my own fortune, your family would have been pretty much in want of a maintenance.\" \n\n\" My dearest creature ! can you imagine that a man of my knowledge of the world, and general savoir vivre, would ever have been guilty of that most unpardonable of aU human actions, the marrying a woman without fortune? No, my beautiful Mrs. Major AUen, I adore you far too vehemently, ever to have been guilty of such treacherous, unmanly baseness, \n\n16 THE WIDOW MARBIED. \n\nas to have seduced you into marriage with \u2014 with \u2014 ^in short, my love, with myself, had I not known that, though not so rich as I once thought you, there was no danger of your actually starving in consequence of your affection for me.\" "}, {"quote": "\"Never fear me, dear! Hoatd away, Major, and when you have got enough to take us back, why back we will go, won't we?", "context": "Notliing was so sure to put Mrs. Major Allen in good humour, as an observation of this kind from her husband; for the charming buoyancy of her spirits was such that she already \u2014 though her young daughter was Httle more than a twelvemonth old \u2014 had determined in her own mind, that the third Martha should do better in life than either of her beautiful predecessors had done. With a degree of contentment to wliich no words can do justice, she perceived in the features, hair, and complexion of her child, that she had not gazed upon her own image in vain ; and blessing the prescient tenderness which had dictated her doing so, she prophesied, as she contemplated the black eyes and dark hair of the darling, that in her the race of Compton should rise higher than all aunt Betsy's economy had ever yet contrived to place it. Mindful, however, of the many proofs which had met her in the course of her career, that money was an iinportant auxiliary in all affairs of love, she became, perhaps, almost immoderately anxious as to everything that concerned the little Martha's pecuniary interests. It is pos- sible that the Major was in some degree aware of this ; for it is certain that whenever particularly desirous of insuring the con- currence or aid of his lady, in any of his little schemes, he now invariably hinted that it was probable their result, if well managed, would be favourable to the future prospects of their daughter. \n\nOn the occasion above alluded to, his reference to this produced the happiest effect. Mrs. Allen smiled with the greatest sweetness, and even playfully pinched his cheek as she replied, \"Never fear me, dear! Hoatd away, Major, and when you have got enough to take us back, why back we will go, won't we?\" \n\nThe Major returned the pinch, nodded his head, but said nothing. \n\n\" I suppose you axe afraid to promise. Major, for fear I should plague you about it? Hey? Don't be afraid; I shall know how to mind my hits, and shall not be over stupid, I dare Bay, in giving a guess about the when and the how too, though \n\nRETURN TO THE OLD COUNTRY PLANNED. 19 \n\nI may not happen positively to know anything about it. How- ever, if you will take my advice, you will turn your thoughts that way, let it be as long as it will before you can turn your- self \u2014 unless^ indeed, there is any particular reason why you should stay here for life.\" "}, {"quote": "\"For Hfe? Oh, no! my love, decidedly not for life,", "context": "\" I suppose you axe afraid to promise. Major, for fear I should plague you about it? Hey? Don't be afraid; I shall know how to mind my hits, and shall not be over stupid, I dare Bay, in giving a guess about the when and the how too, though \n\nRETURN TO THE OLD COUNTRY PLANNED. 19 \n\nI may not happen positively to know anything about it. How- ever, if you will take my advice, you will turn your thoughts that way, let it be as long as it will before you can turn your- self \u2014 unless^ indeed, there is any particular reason why you should stay here for life.\" \n\n\"For Hfe? Oh, no! my love, decidedly not for life,\" re- plied the Major, rather eagerly. \" But I don't quite under- stand, dear, what you mean by turning my 'thoughts that way,' \" he continued, with a musing air ; and then, after a moment's pause, added, \" To say the truth, my dear Mrs. Allen, my thoughts seldom turn for long together in any other direc- tion. The doings here, my dear, let a man be as persevering as he will, are pitiful in the extreme ; and it is impossible to think of what's going on every night on the other side of the water, without being devilishly provoked, I promise you \u2014 particularly when a man feels that he improves every day he lives.\" "}, {"quote": "\"To be sure it is, my dear. My darling Agnes, Mrs. General Hubert, as of course I must now call her, will be beyond all question the most fitting and proper person to introduce our daughter into society. Nor is there the shghtest reason why she should not be presented at court when she is old enough ; and it is just because she is not old enough yet, that I am con- tent to wait so patiently tUl it may suit you, my dear Major, to accompany us back to Europe. But though there might be no particular use in our going, as yet, it will, as I have lately thought, be extremely proper for me to write to my niece, and I certainly shall do so immediately.", "context": "\" WeU, Major, it is she who is now Mrs. General Hubert, and who has been, as you perceive, presented at Court.\" \n\n\" Oh ! she married the stiif-backed Colonel did she ? I forgot all about it, my dear. And is it to the General's lady that you are going to introduce me ? \" \n\nThere was a comic sort of leer in the eye of the Major as he said this, which his wife did not altogether understand ; but after looking at him for a moment, she rephed, \n\n\"To be sure it is, my dear. My darling Agnes, Mrs. General Hubert, as of course I must now call her, will be beyond all question the most fitting and proper person to introduce our daughter into society. Nor is there the shghtest reason why she should not be presented at court when she is old enough ; and it is just because she is not old enough yet, that I am con- tent to wait so patiently tUl it may suit you, my dear Major, to accompany us back to Europe. But though there might be no particular use in our going, as yet, it will, as I have lately thought, be extremely proper for me to write to my niece, and I certainly shall do so immediately.\" \n\n\" Depend upon it, my dear, I shall make no sort of objection,\" replied the amiable Major ; \" but don't you think it just possible that she may not answer you ? \" \n\n\" No, Major Allen, I do not. I know better than any one else can, except herself, dear child ! how devoted was the attach- ment I showed her \u2014 and it is not in nature to believe that whenever I choose to recall myself to her remembrance, she \n\n22 THE WIDOW MARRIED. "}, {"quote": "\u201cJob, Johannes, et Zacharias vel vobis vel posteris indicabunt", "context": "Verum usque in pr\u00e6sentem diem multa garriunt inter se Canonici de abscondito quodam istius Abbatis Thom\u00e6 thesauro, quem s\u00e6pe, quanquam adhuc incassum, qu\u00e6siverunt Steinfeldenses. Ipsum enim Thomam adhuc florida in \u00e6tate existentem ingentem auri massam circa monasterium defodisse perhibent; de quo multoties interrogatus ubi esset, cum risu respondere solitus erat: \u201cJob, Johannes, et Zacharias vel vobis vel posteris indicabunt\u201d; idemque aliquando adiicere se inventuris minime invisurum. Inter alia huius Abbatis opera, hoc memoria pr\u00e6cipue dignum iudico quod fenestram magnam in orientali parte al\u00e6 australis in ecclesia sua imaginibus optime in vitro depictis impleverit: id quod et ipsius effigies et insignia ibidem posita demonstrant. Domum quoque Abbatialem fere totam restauravit: puteo in atrio ipsius effosso et lapidibus marmoreis pulchre c\u00e6latis exornato. Decessit autem, morte aliquantulum subitanea perculsus, \u00e6tatis su\u00e6 anno lxxiido, incarnationis vero Domini\u00e6 mdxxixo."}, {"quote": "\u201cI suppose I shall have to translate this,", "context": "\u201d; idemque aliquando adiicere se inventuris minime invisurum. Inter alia huius Abbatis opera, hoc memoria pr\u00e6cipue dignum iudico quod fenestram magnam in orientali parte al\u00e6 australis in ecclesia sua imaginibus optime in vitro depictis impleverit: id quod et ipsius effigies et insignia ibidem posita demonstrant. Domum quoque Abbatialem fere totam restauravit: puteo in atrio ipsius effosso et lapidibus marmoreis pulchre c\u00e6latis exornato. Decessit autem, morte aliquantulum subitanea perculsus, \u00e6tatis su\u00e6 anno lxxiido, incarnationis vero Domini\u00e6 mdxxixo.\n\n\u201cI suppose I shall have to translate this,\u201d said the antiquary to himself, as he finished copying the above lines from that rather rare and exceedingly diffuse book, the Sertum Steinfeldense Norbertinum.[5] \u201cWell, it may as well be done first as last,\u201d and accordingly the following rendering was very quickly produced:\n\n[5] An account of the Premonstratensian abbey of Steinfeld, in the Eiffel, with lives of the Abbots, published at Cologne in 1712 by Christian Albert Erhard, a resident in the district. The epithet Norbertinum is due to the fact that St Norbert was founder of the Premonstratensian Order."}, {"quote": "\u201cWell, it may as well be done first as last,", "context": "\u201d; idemque aliquando adiicere se inventuris minime invisurum. Inter alia huius Abbatis opera, hoc memoria pr\u00e6cipue dignum iudico quod fenestram magnam in orientali parte al\u00e6 australis in ecclesia sua imaginibus optime in vitro depictis impleverit: id quod et ipsius effigies et insignia ibidem posita demonstrant. Domum quoque Abbatialem fere totam restauravit: puteo in atrio ipsius effosso et lapidibus marmoreis pulchre c\u00e6latis exornato. Decessit autem, morte aliquantulum subitanea perculsus, \u00e6tatis su\u00e6 anno lxxiido, incarnationis vero Domini\u00e6 mdxxixo.\n\n\u201cI suppose I shall have to translate this,\u201d said the antiquary to himself, as he finished copying the above lines from that rather rare and exceedingly diffuse book, the Sertum Steinfeldense Norbertinum.[5] \u201cWell, it may as well be done first as last,\u201d and accordingly the following rendering was very quickly produced:\n\n[5] An account of the Premonstratensian abbey of Steinfeld, in the Eiffel, with lives of the Abbots, published at Cologne in 1712 by Christian Albert Erhard, a resident in the district. The epithet Norbertinum is due to the fact that St Norbert was founder of the Premonstratensian Order.\n\nUp to the present day there is much gossip among the Canons about a certain hidden treasure of this Abbot Thomas, for which those of Steinfeld have often made search, though hitherto in vain. The story is that Thomas, while yet in the vigour of life, concealed a very large quantity of gold somewhere in the monastery. He was often asked where it was, and always answered, with a laugh:"}, {"quote": "\u201cJob, John, and Zechariah will tell either you or your successors.", "context": "[5] An account of the Premonstratensian abbey of Steinfeld, in the Eiffel, with lives of the Abbots, published at Cologne in 1712 by Christian Albert Erhard, a resident in the district. The epithet Norbertinum is due to the fact that St Norbert was founder of the Premonstratensian Order.\n\nUp to the present day there is much gossip among the Canons about a certain hidden treasure of this Abbot Thomas, for which those of Steinfeld have often made search, though hitherto in vain. The story is that Thomas, while yet in the vigour of life, concealed a very large quantity of gold somewhere in the monastery. He was often asked where it was, and always answered, with a laugh: \u201cJob, John, and Zechariah will tell either you or your successors.\u201d He sometimes added that he should feel no grudge against those who might find it. Among other works carried out by this Abbot I may specially mention his filling the great window at the east end of the south aisle of the church with figures admirably painted on glass, as his effigy and arms in the window attest. He also restored almost the whole of the Abbot\u2019s lodging, and dug a well in the court of it, which he adorned with beautiful carvings in marble. He died rather suddenly in the seventy-second year of his age, A.D. 1529."}, {"quote": "\u201chonest British face", "context": "The inn where the English gentleman and his servant were lodged is, or was, the only \u201cpossible\u201d one in the village. Mr Gregory was taken to it at once by his driver, and found Mr Brown waiting at the door. Mr Brown, a model when in his Berkshire home of the impassive whiskered race who are known as confidential valets, was now egregiously out of his element, in a light tweed suit, anxious, almost irritable, and plainly anything but master of the situation. His relief at the sight of the \u201chonest British face\u201d of his Rector was unmeasured, but words to describe it were denied him. He could only say:\n\n\u201cWell, I ham pleased, I\u2019m sure, sir, to see you. And so I\u2019m sure, sir, will master.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow is your master, Brown?\u201d Mr Gregory eagerly put in.\n\n\u201cI think he\u2019s better, sir, thank you; but he\u2019s had a dreadful time of it. I \u2019ope he\u2019s gettin\u2019 some sleep now, but \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat has been the matter \u2014 I couldn\u2019t make out from your letter? Was it an accident of any kind?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWell, I ham pleased, I\u2019m sure, sir, to see you. And so I\u2019m sure, sir, will master.\u201d", "context": "The inn where the English gentleman and his servant were lodged is, or was, the only \u201cpossible\u201d one in the village. Mr Gregory was taken to it at once by his driver, and found Mr Brown waiting at the door. Mr Brown, a model when in his Berkshire home of the impassive whiskered race who are known as confidential valets, was now egregiously out of his element, in a light tweed suit, anxious, almost irritable, and plainly anything but master of the situation. His relief at the sight of the \u201chonest British face\u201d of his Rector was unmeasured, but words to describe it were denied him. He could only say:\n\n\u201cWell, I ham pleased, I\u2019m sure, sir, to see you. And so I\u2019m sure, sir, will master.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow is your master, Brown?\u201d Mr Gregory eagerly put in.\n\n\u201cI think he\u2019s better, sir, thank you; but he\u2019s had a dreadful time of it. I \u2019ope he\u2019s gettin\u2019 some sleep now, but \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat has been the matter \u2014 I couldn\u2019t make out from your letter? Was it an accident of any kind?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, sir, I \u2019ardly know whether I\u2019d better speak about it. Master was very partickler he should be the one to tell you. But there\u2019s no bones broke \u2014 that\u2019s one thing I\u2019m sure we ought to be thankful \u2014 \u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cHow is your master, Brown?", "context": "The inn where the English gentleman and his servant were lodged is, or was, the only \u201cpossible\u201d one in the village. Mr Gregory was taken to it at once by his driver, and found Mr Brown waiting at the door. Mr Brown, a model when in his Berkshire home of the impassive whiskered race who are known as confidential valets, was now egregiously out of his element, in a light tweed suit, anxious, almost irritable, and plainly anything but master of the situation. His relief at the sight of the \u201chonest British face\u201d of his Rector was unmeasured, but words to describe it were denied him. He could only say:\n\n\u201cWell, I ham pleased, I\u2019m sure, sir, to see you. And so I\u2019m sure, sir, will master.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow is your master, Brown?\u201d Mr Gregory eagerly put in.\n\n\u201cI think he\u2019s better, sir, thank you; but he\u2019s had a dreadful time of it. I \u2019ope he\u2019s gettin\u2019 some sleep now, but \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat has been the matter \u2014 I couldn\u2019t make out from your letter? Was it an accident of any kind?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, sir, I \u2019ardly know whether I\u2019d better speak about it. Master was very partickler he should be the one to tell you. But there\u2019s no bones broke \u2014 that\u2019s one thing I\u2019m sure we ought to be thankful \u2014 \u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat has been the matter \u2014 I couldn\u2019t make out from your letter? Was it an accident of any kind?\u201d", "context": "\u201d of his Rector was unmeasured, but words to describe it were denied him. He could only say:\n\n\u201cWell, I ham pleased, I\u2019m sure, sir, to see you. And so I\u2019m sure, sir, will master.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow is your master, Brown?\u201d Mr Gregory eagerly put in.\n\n\u201cI think he\u2019s better, sir, thank you; but he\u2019s had a dreadful time of it. I \u2019ope he\u2019s gettin\u2019 some sleep now, but \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat has been the matter \u2014 I couldn\u2019t make out from your letter? Was it an accident of any kind?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, sir, I \u2019ardly know whether I\u2019d better speak about it. Master was very partickler he should be the one to tell you. But there\u2019s no bones broke \u2014 that\u2019s one thing I\u2019m sure we ought to be thankful \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat does the doctor say?\u201d asked Mr Gregory.\n\nThey were by this time outside Mr Somerton\u2019s bedroom door, and speaking in low tones. Mr Gregory, who happened to be in front, was feeling for the handle, and chanced to run his fingers over the panels. Before Brown could answer, there was a terrible cry from within the room."}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat does the doctor say?", "context": "\u201cI think he\u2019s better, sir, thank you; but he\u2019s had a dreadful time of it. I \u2019ope he\u2019s gettin\u2019 some sleep now, but \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat has been the matter \u2014 I couldn\u2019t make out from your letter? Was it an accident of any kind?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, sir, I \u2019ardly know whether I\u2019d better speak about it. Master was very partickler he should be the one to tell you. But there\u2019s no bones broke \u2014 that\u2019s one thing I\u2019m sure we ought to be thankful \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat does the doctor say?\u201d asked Mr Gregory.\n\nThey were by this time outside Mr Somerton\u2019s bedroom door, and speaking in low tones. Mr Gregory, who happened to be in front, was feeling for the handle, and chanced to run his fingers over the panels. Before Brown could answer, there was a terrible cry from within the room.\n\n\u201cIn God\u2019s name, who is that?\u201d were the first words they heard. \u201cBrown, is it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir \u2014 me, sir, and Mr Gregory,\u201d Brown hastened to answer, and there was an audible groan of relief in reply."}, {"quote": "\u201cIn God\u2019s name, who is that?", "context": "\u201cWell, sir, I \u2019ardly know whether I\u2019d better speak about it. Master was very partickler he should be the one to tell you. But there\u2019s no bones broke \u2014 that\u2019s one thing I\u2019m sure we ought to be thankful \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat does the doctor say?\u201d asked Mr Gregory.\n\nThey were by this time outside Mr Somerton\u2019s bedroom door, and speaking in low tones. Mr Gregory, who happened to be in front, was feeling for the handle, and chanced to run his fingers over the panels. Before Brown could answer, there was a terrible cry from within the room.\n\n\u201cIn God\u2019s name, who is that?\u201d were the first words they heard. \u201cBrown, is it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir \u2014 me, sir, and Mr Gregory,\u201d Brown hastened to answer, and there was an audible groan of relief in reply.\n\nThey entered the room, which was darkened against the afternoon sun, and Mr Gregory saw, with a shock of pity, how drawn, how damp with drops of fear, was the usually calm face of his friend, who, sitting up in the curtained bed, stretched out a shaking hand to welcome him."}, {"quote": "\u201cYes, sir \u2014 me, sir, and Mr Gregory,", "context": "\u201cWell, sir, I \u2019ardly know whether I\u2019d better speak about it. Master was very partickler he should be the one to tell you. But there\u2019s no bones broke \u2014 that\u2019s one thing I\u2019m sure we ought to be thankful \u2014 \u201d\n\n\u201cWhat does the doctor say?\u201d asked Mr Gregory.\n\nThey were by this time outside Mr Somerton\u2019s bedroom door, and speaking in low tones. Mr Gregory, who happened to be in front, was feeling for the handle, and chanced to run his fingers over the panels. Before Brown could answer, there was a terrible cry from within the room.\n\n\u201cIn God\u2019s name, who is that?\u201d were the first words they heard. \u201cBrown, is it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir \u2014 me, sir, and Mr Gregory,\u201d Brown hastened to answer, and there was an audible groan of relief in reply.\n\nThey entered the room, which was darkened against the afternoon sun, and Mr Gregory saw, with a shock of pity, how drawn, how damp with drops of fear, was the usually calm face of his friend, who, sitting up in the curtained bed, stretched out a shaking hand to welcome him.\n\n\u201cBetter for seeing you, my dear Gregory,\u201d was the reply to the Rector\u2019s first question, and it was palpably true."}, {"quote": "\u201cBetter for seeing you, my dear Gregory,", "context": "\u201d were the first words they heard. \u201cBrown, is it?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, sir \u2014 me, sir, and Mr Gregory,\u201d Brown hastened to answer, and there was an audible groan of relief in reply.\n\nThey entered the room, which was darkened against the afternoon sun, and Mr Gregory saw, with a shock of pity, how drawn, how damp with drops of fear, was the usually calm face of his friend, who, sitting up in the curtained bed, stretched out a shaking hand to welcome him.\n\n\u201cBetter for seeing you, my dear Gregory,\u201d was the reply to the Rector\u2019s first question, and it was palpably true.\n\nAfter five minutes of conversation Mr Somerton was more his own man, Brown afterwards reported, than he had been for days. He was able to eat a more than respectable dinner, and talked confidently of being fit to stand a journey to Coblentz within twenty-four hours.\n\n\u201cBut there\u2019s one thing,\u201d he said, with a return of agitation which Mr Gregory did not like to see, \u201cwhich I must beg you to do for me, my dear Gregory. Don\u2019t"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut there\u2019s one thing,", "context": "They entered the room, which was darkened against the afternoon sun, and Mr Gregory saw, with a shock of pity, how drawn, how damp with drops of fear, was the usually calm face of his friend, who, sitting up in the curtained bed, stretched out a shaking hand to welcome him.\n\n\u201cBetter for seeing you, my dear Gregory,\u201d was the reply to the Rector\u2019s first question, and it was palpably true.\n\nAfter five minutes of conversation Mr Somerton was more his own man, Brown afterwards reported, than he had been for days. He was able to eat a more than respectable dinner, and talked confidently of being fit to stand a journey to Coblentz within twenty-four hours.\n\n\u201cBut there\u2019s one thing,\u201d he said, with a return of agitation which Mr Gregory did not like to see, \u201cwhich I must beg you to do for me, my dear Gregory. Don\u2019t,\u201d he went on, laying his hand on Gregory\u2019s to forestall any interruption \u2014 \u201cdon\u2019t ask me what it is, or why I want it done. I\u2019m not up to explaining it yet; it would throw me back \u2014 undo all the good you have done me by coming. The only word I will say about it is that you run no risk whatever by doing it, and that Brown can and will show you tomorrow what it is. It\u2019s merely to put back \u2014 to keep \u2014 something \u2014 No; I can\u2019t speak of it yet. Do you mind calling Brown?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cwhich I must beg you to do for me, my dear Gregory. Don\u2019t,", "context": "\u201cBetter for seeing you, my dear Gregory,\u201d was the reply to the Rector\u2019s first question, and it was palpably true.\n\nAfter five minutes of conversation Mr Somerton was more his own man, Brown afterwards reported, than he had been for days. He was able to eat a more than respectable dinner, and talked confidently of being fit to stand a journey to Coblentz within twenty-four hours.\n\n\u201cBut there\u2019s one thing,\u201d he said, with a return of agitation which Mr Gregory did not like to see, \u201cwhich I must beg you to do for me, my dear Gregory. Don\u2019t,\u201d he went on, laying his hand on Gregory\u2019s to forestall any interruption \u2014 \u201cdon\u2019t ask me what it is, or why I want it done. I\u2019m not up to explaining it yet; it would throw me back \u2014 undo all the good you have done me by coming. The only word I will say about it is that you run no risk whatever by doing it, and that Brown can and will show you tomorrow what it is. It\u2019s merely to put back \u2014 to keep \u2014 something \u2014 No; I can\u2019t speak of it yet. Do you mind calling Brown?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cdon\u2019t ask me what it is, or why I want it done. I\u2019m not up to explaining it yet; it would throw me back \u2014 undo all the good you have done me by coming. The only word I will say about it is that you run no risk whatever by doing it, and that Brown can and will show you tomorrow what it is. It\u2019s merely to put back \u2014 to keep \u2014 something \u2014 No; I can\u2019t speak of it yet. Do you mind calling Brown?\u201d", "context": "After five minutes of conversation Mr Somerton was more his own man, Brown afterwards reported, than he had been for days. He was able to eat a more than respectable dinner, and talked confidently of being fit to stand a journey to Coblentz within twenty-four hours.\n\n\u201cBut there\u2019s one thing,\u201d he said, with a return of agitation which Mr Gregory did not like to see, \u201cwhich I must beg you to do for me, my dear Gregory. Don\u2019t,\u201d he went on, laying his hand on Gregory\u2019s to forestall any interruption \u2014 \u201cdon\u2019t ask me what it is, or why I want it done. I\u2019m not up to explaining it yet; it would throw me back \u2014 undo all the good you have done me by coming. The only word I will say about it is that you run no risk whatever by doing it, and that Brown can and will show you tomorrow what it is. It\u2019s merely to put back \u2014 to keep \u2014 something \u2014 No; I can\u2019t speak of it yet. Do you mind calling Brown?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, Somerton,\u201d said Mr Gregory, as he crossed the room to the door, \u201cI won\u2019t ask for any explanations till you see fit to give them. And if this bit of business is as easy as you represent it to be, I will very gladly undertake it for you the first thing in the morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, I was sure you would, my dear Gregory; I was certain I could rely on you. I shall owe you more thanks than I can tell. Now, here is Brown. Brown, one word with you.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWell, Somerton,", "context": "\u201cdon\u2019t ask me what it is, or why I want it done. I\u2019m not up to explaining it yet; it would throw me back \u2014 undo all the good you have done me by coming. The only word I will say about it is that you run no risk whatever by doing it, and that Brown can and will show you tomorrow what it is. It\u2019s merely to put back \u2014 to keep \u2014 something \u2014 No; I can\u2019t speak of it yet. Do you mind calling Brown?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, Somerton,\u201d said Mr Gregory, as he crossed the room to the door, \u201cI won\u2019t ask for any explanations till you see fit to give them. And if this bit of business is as easy as you represent it to be, I will very gladly undertake it for you the first thing in the morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, I was sure you would, my dear Gregory; I was certain I could rely on you. I shall owe you more thanks than I can tell. Now, here is Brown. Brown, one word with you.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI won\u2019t ask for any explanations till you see fit to give them. And if this bit of business is as easy as you represent it to be, I will very gladly undertake it for you the first thing in the morning.\u201d", "context": "\u201cdon\u2019t ask me what it is, or why I want it done. I\u2019m not up to explaining it yet; it would throw me back \u2014 undo all the good you have done me by coming. The only word I will say about it is that you run no risk whatever by doing it, and that Brown can and will show you tomorrow what it is. It\u2019s merely to put back \u2014 to keep \u2014 something \u2014 No; I can\u2019t speak of it yet. Do you mind calling Brown?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, Somerton,\u201d said Mr Gregory, as he crossed the room to the door, \u201cI won\u2019t ask for any explanations till you see fit to give them. And if this bit of business is as easy as you represent it to be, I will very gladly undertake it for you the first thing in the morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, I was sure you would, my dear Gregory; I was certain I could rely on you. I shall owe you more thanks than I can tell. Now, here is Brown. Brown, one word with you.\u201d\n\n\u201cShall I go?\u201d interjected Mr Gregory.\n\n\u201cNot at all. Dear me, no. Brown, the first thing tomorrow morning \u2014 (you don\u2019t mind early hours, I know, Gregory) \u2014 you must take the Rector to \u2014 there, you kno"}, {"quote": "\u201cAh, I was sure you would, my dear Gregory; I was certain I could rely on you. I shall owe you more thanks than I can tell. Now, here is Brown. Brown, one word with you.\u201d", "context": "\u201cdon\u2019t ask me what it is, or why I want it done. I\u2019m not up to explaining it yet; it would throw me back \u2014 undo all the good you have done me by coming. The only word I will say about it is that you run no risk whatever by doing it, and that Brown can and will show you tomorrow what it is. It\u2019s merely to put back \u2014 to keep \u2014 something \u2014 No; I can\u2019t speak of it yet. Do you mind calling Brown?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, Somerton,\u201d said Mr Gregory, as he crossed the room to the door, \u201cI won\u2019t ask for any explanations till you see fit to give them. And if this bit of business is as easy as you represent it to be, I will very gladly undertake it for you the first thing in the morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, I was sure you would, my dear Gregory; I was certain I could rely on you. I shall owe you more thanks than I can tell. Now, here is Brown. Brown, one word with you.\u201d\n\n\u201cShall I go?\u201d interjected Mr Gregory.\n\n\u201cNot at all. Dear me, no. Brown, the first thing tomorrow morning \u2014 (you don\u2019t mind early hours, I know, Gregory) \u2014 you must take the Rector to \u2014 there, you know\u201d (a nod from Brown, who looked grave and anxious), \u201cand he and you will put that back. You needn\u2019t be in the least alarmed; it\u2019s perfectly safe in the daytime. You know what I mean. It lies on the step, you know, where \u2014 where we put it"}, {"quote": "\u201cNot at all. Dear me, no. Brown, the first thing tomorrow morning \u2014 (you don\u2019t mind early hours, I know, Gregory) \u2014 you must take the Rector to \u2014 there, you know", "context": "\u201cI won\u2019t ask for any explanations till you see fit to give them. And if this bit of business is as easy as you represent it to be, I will very gladly undertake it for you the first thing in the morning.\u201d\n\n\u201cAh, I was sure you would, my dear Gregory; I was certain I could rely on you. I shall owe you more thanks than I can tell. Now, here is Brown. Brown, one word with you.\u201d\n\n\u201cShall I go?\u201d interjected Mr Gregory.\n\n\u201cNot at all. Dear me, no. Brown, the first thing tomorrow morning \u2014 (you don\u2019t mind early hours, I know, Gregory) \u2014 you must take the Rector to \u2014 there, you know\u201d (a nod from Brown, who looked grave and anxious), \u201cand he and you will put that back. You needn\u2019t be in the least alarmed; it\u2019s perfectly safe in the daytime. You know what I mean. It lies on the step, you know, where \u2014 where we put it.\u201d (Brown swallowed dryly once or twice, and, failing to speak, bowed.) \u201cAnd \u2014 yes, that\u2019s all. Only this one other word, my dear Gregory. If you can manage to keep from questioning Brown about this matter, I shall be still more bound to you. Tomorrow evening, at latest, if all goes well, I shall be able, I believe, to tell you the whole story from start to finish. And now I\u2019ll wish you good night. Brown will be with me \u2014 he sleeps here \u2014 and if I were you, I should lock my door. Yes, be particular to do that. They \u2014 they like it, the people here, and it\u2019s better. Good night, good night.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cand he and you will put that back. You needn\u2019t be in the least alarmed; it\u2019s perfectly safe in the daytime. You know what I mean. It lies on the step, you know, where \u2014 where we put it.", "context": "\u201cAh, I was sure you would, my dear Gregory; I was certain I could rely on you. I shall owe you more thanks than I can tell. Now, here is Brown. Brown, one word with you.\u201d\n\n\u201cShall I go?\u201d interjected Mr Gregory.\n\n\u201cNot at all. Dear me, no. Brown, the first thing tomorrow morning \u2014 (you don\u2019t mind early hours, I know, Gregory) \u2014 you must take the Rector to \u2014 there, you know\u201d (a nod from Brown, who looked grave and anxious), \u201cand he and you will put that back. You needn\u2019t be in the least alarmed; it\u2019s perfectly safe in the daytime. You know what I mean. It lies on the step, you know, where \u2014 where we put it.\u201d (Brown swallowed dryly once or twice, and, failing to speak, bowed.) \u201cAnd \u2014 yes, that\u2019s all. Only this one other word, my dear Gregory. If you can manage to keep from questioning Brown about this matter, I shall be still more bound to you. Tomorrow evening, at latest, if all goes well, I shall be able, I believe, to tell you the whole story from start to finish. And now I\u2019ll wish you good night. Brown will be with me \u2014 he sleeps here \u2014 and if I were you, I should lock my door. Yes, be particular to do that. They \u2014 they like it, the people here, and it\u2019s better. Good night, good night.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd \u2014 yes, that\u2019s all. Only this one other word, my dear Gregory. If you can manage to keep from questioning Brown about this matter, I shall be still more bound to you. Tomorrow evening, at latest, if all goes well, I shall be able, I believe, to tell you the whole story from start to finish. And now I\u2019ll wish you good night. Brown will be with me \u2014 he sleeps here \u2014 and if I were you, I should lock my door. Yes, be particular to do that. They \u2014 they like it, the people here, and it\u2019s better. Good night, good night.\u201d", "context": "\u201cNot at all. Dear me, no. Brown, the first thing tomorrow morning \u2014 (you don\u2019t mind early hours, I know, Gregory) \u2014 you must take the Rector to \u2014 there, you know\u201d (a nod from Brown, who looked grave and anxious), \u201cand he and you will put that back. You needn\u2019t be in the least alarmed; it\u2019s perfectly safe in the daytime. You know what I mean. It lies on the step, you know, where \u2014 where we put it.\u201d (Brown swallowed dryly once or twice, and, failing to speak, bowed.) \u201cAnd \u2014 yes, that\u2019s all. Only this one other word, my dear Gregory. If you can manage to keep from questioning Brown about this matter, I shall be still more bound to you. Tomorrow evening, at latest, if all goes well, I shall be able, I believe, to tell you the whole story from start to finish. And now I\u2019ll wish you good night. Brown will be with me \u2014 he sleeps here \u2014 and if I were you, I should lock my door. Yes, be particular to do that. They \u2014 they like it, the people here, and it\u2019s better. Good night, good night.\u201d\n\nThey parted upon this, and if Mr Gregory woke once or twice in the small hours and fancied he heard a fumbling about the lower part of his locked door, it was, perhaps, no more than what a quiet man, suddenly plunged into a strange bed and the heart of a mystery, might reasonably expect. Certainly he thought, to the end of his days, that he had heard such a sound twice or three times between midnight and dawn.\n\nHe was up with the sun, and out in company with Brown soon after. Perplexing as was the service he had been asked to perform for Mr Somerton, it was not a difficult or an alarming one, and within half an hour from his leaving the inn it was over. What it was I shall not as yet divulge."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou know roughly, both of you, that this expedition of mine was undertaken with the object of tracing something in connexion with some old painted glass in Lord D \u2014 \u2014 \u2019s private chapel. Well, the starting-point of the whole matter lies in this passage from an old printed book, to which I will ask your attention.\u201d", "context": "He was up with the sun, and out in company with Brown soon after. Perplexing as was the service he had been asked to perform for Mr Somerton, it was not a difficult or an alarming one, and within half an hour from his leaving the inn it was over. What it was I shall not as yet divulge.\n\nLater in the morning Mr Somerton, now almost himself again, was able to make a start from Steinfeld; and that same evening, whether at Coblentz or at some intermediate stage on the journey I am not certain, he settled down to the promised explanation. Brown was present, but how much of the matter was ever really made plain to his comprehension he would never say, and I am unable to conjecture.\n\nIII\n\nThis was Mr Somerton\u2019s story:\n\n\u201cYou know roughly, both of you, that this expedition of mine was undertaken with the object of tracing something in connexion with some old painted glass in Lord D \u2014 \u2014 \u2019s private chapel. Well, the starting-point of the whole matter lies in this passage from an old printed book, to which I will ask your attention.\u201d\n\nAnd at this point Mr Somerton went carefully over some ground with which we are already familiar.\n\n\u201cOn my second visit to the chapel,\u201d he went on, \u201cmy purpose was to take every note I could of figures, lettering, diamond-scratchings on the glass, and even apparently accidental markings. The first point which I tackled was that of the inscribed scrolls. I could not doubt that the first of these, that of Job \u2014 \u2018There is a place for the gold where it is hidden\u2019 \u2014 with its intentional alteration, must refer to the treasure; so I applied myself with some confidence to the next, that of St John \u2014 \u2018They have on their vestures a writing which no man knoweth.\u2019 The natural question will have occurred to you: Was there an inscription on the robes of the figures? I could see none; each of the three had a broad black border to his mantle, which made a conspicuous and rather ugly feature in the window. I was nonplussed, I will own, and, but for a curious bit of luck, I think I should have left the search where the Canons of Steinfeld had left it before me. But it so happened that there was a good deal of dust on the surface of the glass, and Lord D \u2014 \u2014 , happening to come in, noticed my blackened hands, and kindly insisted on sending for a Turk\u2019s head broom to clean down the window. There must, I suppose, have been a rough piece in the broom; anyhow, as it passed over the border of one of the mantles, I noticed that it left a long scratch, and that some yellow stain instantly showed up. I asked the man to stop his work for a moment, and ran up the ladder to examine the place. The yellow stain was there, sure enough, and what had come away was a thick black pigment, which had evidently been laid on with the brush after the glass had been burnt, and could therefore be easily scraped off without doing any harm. I scraped, accordingly, and you will hardly believe \u2014 no, I do you an injustice; you will have guessed already \u2014 that I found under this black pigment two or three clearly-formed capital letters in yellow stain on a clear ground. Of course, I could hardly contain my delight."}, {"quote": "\u201cOn my second visit to the chapel,", "context": "Later in the morning Mr Somerton, now almost himself again, was able to make a start from Steinfeld; and that same evening, whether at Coblentz or at some intermediate stage on the journey I am not certain, he settled down to the promised explanation. Brown was present, but how much of the matter was ever really made plain to his comprehension he would never say, and I am unable to conjecture.\n\nIII\n\nThis was Mr Somerton\u2019s story:\n\n\u201cYou know roughly, both of you, that this expedition of mine was undertaken with the object of tracing something in connexion with some old painted glass in Lord D \u2014 \u2014 \u2019s private chapel. Well, the starting-point of the whole matter lies in this passage from an old printed book, to which I will ask your attention.\u201d\n\nAnd at this point Mr Somerton went carefully over some ground with which we are already familiar.\n\n\u201cOn my second visit to the chapel,\u201d he went on, \u201cmy purpose was to take every note I could of figures, lettering, diamond-scratchings on the glass, and even apparently accidental markings. The first point which I tackled was that of the inscribed scrolls. I could not doubt that the first of these, that of Job \u2014 \u2018There is a place for the gold where it is hidden\u2019 \u2014 with its intentional alteration, must refer to the treasure; so I applied myself with some confidence to the next, that of St John \u2014 \u2018They have on their vestures a writing which no man knoweth.\u2019 The natural question will have occurred to you: Was there an inscription on the robes of the figures? I could see none; each of the three had a broad black border to his mantle, which made a conspicuous and rather ugly feature in the window. I was nonplussed, I will own, and, but for a curious bit of luck, I think I should have left the search where the Canons of Steinfeld had left it before me. But it so happened that there was a good deal of dust on the surface of the glass, and Lord D \u2014 \u2014 , happening to come in, noticed my blackened hands, and kindly insisted on sending for a Turk\u2019s head broom to clean down the window. There must, I suppose, have been a rough piece in the broom; anyhow, as it passed over the border of one of the mantles, I noticed that it left a long scratch, and that some yellow stain instantly showed up. I asked the man to stop his work for a moment, and ran up the ladder to examine the place. The yellow stain was there, sure enough, and what had come away was a thick black pigment, which had evidently been laid on with the brush after the glass had been burnt, and could therefore be easily scraped off without doing any harm. I scraped, accordingly, and you will hardly believe \u2014 no, I do you an injustice; you will have guessed already \u2014 that I found under this black pigment two or three clearly-formed capital letters in yellow stain on a clear ground. Of course, I could hardly contain my delight."}, {"quote": "\u201cWell, what would any human being have been tempted to do, my dear Gregory, in my place? Could he have helped setting off, as I did, to Steinfeld, and tracing the secret literally to the fountain-head? I don\u2019t believe he could. Anyhow, I couldn\u2019t, and, as I needn\u2019t tell you, I found myself at Steinfeld as soon as the resources of civilization could put me there, and installed myself in the inn you saw. I must tell you that I was not altogether free from forebodings \u2014 on one hand of disappointment, on the other of danger. There was always the possibility that Abbot Thomas\u2019s well might have been wholly obliterated, or else that someone, ignorant of cryptograms, and guided only by luck, might have stumbled on the treasure before me. And then", "context": "\u2018Ten thousand pieces of gold are laid up in the well in the court of the Abbot\u2019s house of Steinfeld by me, Thomas, who have set a guardian over them. Gare \u00e0 qui la touche.\u2019\n\n\u201cThe last words, I ought to say, are a device which Abbot Thomas had adopted. I found it with his arms in another piece of glass at Lord D \u2014 \u2014 \u2019s, and he drafted it bodily into his cipher, though it doesn\u2019t quite fit in point of grammar.\n\n\u201cWell, what would any human being have been tempted to do, my dear Gregory, in my place? Could he have helped setting off, as I did, to Steinfeld, and tracing the secret literally to the fountain-head? I don\u2019t believe he could. Anyhow, I couldn\u2019t, and, as I needn\u2019t tell you, I found myself at Steinfeld as soon as the resources of civilization could put me there, and installed myself in the inn you saw. I must tell you that I was not altogether free from forebodings \u2014 on one hand of disappointment, on the other of danger. There was always the possibility that Abbot Thomas\u2019s well might have been wholly obliterated, or else that someone, ignorant of cryptograms, and guided only by luck, might have stumbled on the treasure before me. And then\u201d \u2014 there was a very perceptible shaking of the voice here \u2014 \u2019I was not entirely easy, I need not mind confessing, as to the meaning of the words about the guardian of the treasure. But, if you don\u2019t mind, I\u2019ll say no more about that until \u2014 until it becomes necessary.\n\n\u201cAt the first possible opportunity Brown and I began exploring the place. I had naturally represented myself as being interested in the remains of the abbey, and we could not avoid paying a visit to the church, impatient as I was to be elsewhere. Still, it did interest me to see the windows where the glass had been, and especially that at the east end of the south aisle. In the tracery lights of that I was startled to see some fragments and coats-of-arms remaining \u2014 Abbot Thomas\u2019s shield was there, and a small figure with a scroll inscribed Oculos habent, et non videbunt (They have eyes, and shall not see), which, I take it, was a hit of the Abbot at his Canons."}, {"quote": "\u201cI had a little cautious conversation with the landlord, and made out that he would not be overmuch surprised if I went out for a stroll with my man about nine o\u2019clock, to make (Heaven forgive me!) a sketch of the abbey by moonlight. I asked no questions about the well, and am not likely to do so now. I fancy I know as much about it as anyone in Steinfeld: at least", "context": "\u201cI was well prepared. Knowing the sort of place I should have to explore, I had brought a sufficiency of good rope and bands of webbing to surround my body, and cross-bars to hold to, as well as lanterns and candles and crowbars, all of which would go into a single carpet-bag and excite no suspicion. I satisfied myself that my rope would be long enough, and that the wheel for the bucket was in good working order, and then we went home to dinner.\n\n\u201cI had a little cautious conversation with the landlord, and made out that he would not be overmuch surprised if I went out for a stroll with my man about nine o\u2019clock, to make (Heaven forgive me!) a sketch of the abbey by moonlight. I asked no questions about the well, and am not likely to do so now. I fancy I know as much about it as anyone in Steinfeld: at least\u201d \u2014 with a strong shudder \u2014 \u201cI don\u2019t want to know any more.\n\n\u201cNow we come to the crisis, and, though I hate to think of it, I feel sure, Gregory, that it will be better for me in all ways to recall it just as it happened. We started, Brown and I, at about nine with our bag, and attracted no attention; for we managed to slip out at the hinder end of the inn-yard into an alley which brought us quite to the edge of the village. In five minutes we were at the well, and for some little time we sat on the edge of the well-head to make sure that no one was stirring or spying on us. All we heard was some horses cropping grass out of sight farther down the eastern slope. We were perfectly unobserved, and had plenty of light from the gorgeous full moon to allow us to get the rope properly fitted over the wheel. Then I secured the band round my body beneath the arms. We attached the end of the rope very securely to a ring in the stonework. Brown took the lighted lantern and followed me; I had a crowbar. And so we began to descend cautiously, feeling every step before we set foot on it, and scanning the walls in search of any marked stone."}, {"quote": "\u201cit was just this way. Master was busy down in front of the \u2019ole, and I was \u2019olding the lantern and looking on, when I \u2019eard somethink drop in the water from the top, as I thought. So I looked up, and I see someone\u2019s \u2019ead lookin\u2019 over at us. I s\u2019pose I must ha\u2019 said somethink, and I \u2019eld the light up and run up the steps, and my light shone right on the face. That was a bad un, sir, if ever I see one! A holdish man, and the face very much fell in, and larfin\u2019, as I thought. And I got up the steps as quick pretty nigh as I\u2019m tellin\u2019 you, and when I was out on the ground there warn\u2019t a sign of any person. There \u2019adn\u2019t been the time for anyone to get away, let alone a hold chap, and I made sure he warn\u2019t crouching down by the well, nor nothink. Next thing I hear master cry out somethink \u2019orrible, and hall I see was him hanging out by the rope, and, as master says, \u2019owever I got him up I couldn\u2019t tell you.\u201d", "context": "\u201cMy dear Gregory, I am telling you the exact truth. I believe I am now acquainted with the extremity of terror and repulsion which a man can endure without losing his mind. I can only just manage to tell you now the bare outline of the experience. I was conscious of a most horrible smell of mould, and of a cold kind of face pressed against my own, and moving slowly over it, and of several \u2014 I don\u2019t know how many \u2014 legs or arms or tentacles or something clinging to my body. I screamed out, Brown says, like a beast, and fell away backward from the step on which I stood, and the creature slipped downwards, I suppose, on to that same step. Providentially the band round me held firm. Brown did not lose his head, and was strong enough to pull me up to the top and get me over the edge quite promptly. How he managed it exactly I don\u2019t know, and I think he would find it hard to tell you. I believe he contrived to hide our implements in the deserted building near by, and with very great difficulty he got me back to the inn. I was in no state to make explanations, and Brown knows no German; but next morning I told the people some tale of having had a bad fall in the abbey ruins, which, I suppose, they believed. And now, before I go further, I should just like you to hear what Brown\u2019s experiences during those few minutes were. Tell the Rector, Brown, what you told me.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, sir,\u201d said Brown, speaking low and nervously, \u201cit was just this way. Master was busy down in front of the \u2019ole, and I was \u2019olding the lantern and looking on, when I \u2019eard somethink drop in the water from the top, as I thought. So I looked up, and I see someone\u2019s \u2019ead lookin\u2019 over at us. I s\u2019pose I must ha\u2019 said somethink, and I \u2019eld the light up and run up the steps, and my light shone right on the face. That was a bad un, sir, if ever I see one! A holdish man, and the face very much fell in, and larfin\u2019, as I thought. And I got up the steps as quick pretty nigh as I\u2019m tellin\u2019 you, and when I was out on the ground there warn\u2019t a sign of any person. There \u2019adn\u2019t been the time for anyone to get away, let alone a hold chap, and I made sure he warn\u2019t crouching down by the well, nor nothink. Next thing I hear master cry out somethink \u2019orrible, and hall I see was him hanging out by the rope, and, as master says, \u2019owever I got him up I couldn\u2019t tell you.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou hear that, Gregory?\u201d said Mr Somerton. \u201cNow, does any explanation of that incident strike you?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe whole thing is so ghastly and abnormal that I must own it puts me quite off my balance; but the thought did occur to me that possibly the \u2014 well, the person who set the trap might have come to see the success of his plan.\u201d\n\n\u201cJust so, Gregory, just so. I can think of nothing else so \u2014 likely, I should say, if such a word had a place anywhere in my story. I think it must have been the Abbot\u2026. Well, I haven\u2019t much more to tell you. I spent a miserable night, Brown sitting up with me. Next day I was no better; unable to get up; no doctor to be had; and, if one had been available, I doubt if he could have done much for me. I made Brown write off to you, and spent a second terrible night. And, Gregory, of this I am sure, and I think it affected me more than the first shock, for it lasted longer: there was someone or something on the watch outside my door the whole night. I almost fancy there were two. It wasn\u2019t only the faint noises I heard from time to time all through the dark hours, but there was the smell \u2014 the hideous smell of mould. Every rag I had had on me on that first evening I had stripped off and made Brown take it away. I believe he stuffed the things into the stove in his room; and yet the smell was there, as intense as it had been in the well; and, what is more, it came from outside the door. But with the first glimmer of dawn it faded out, and the sounds ceased, too; and that convinced me that the thing or things were creatures of darkness, and could not stand the daylight; and so I was sure that if anyone could put back the stone, it or they would be powerless until someone else took it away again. I had to wait until you came to get that done. Of course, I couldn\u2019t send Brown to do it by himself, and still less could I tell anyone who belonged to the place."}, {"quote": "\u201cYou hear that, Gregory?", "context": "\u201cit was just this way. Master was busy down in front of the \u2019ole, and I was \u2019olding the lantern and looking on, when I \u2019eard somethink drop in the water from the top, as I thought. So I looked up, and I see someone\u2019s \u2019ead lookin\u2019 over at us. I s\u2019pose I must ha\u2019 said somethink, and I \u2019eld the light up and run up the steps, and my light shone right on the face. That was a bad un, sir, if ever I see one! A holdish man, and the face very much fell in, and larfin\u2019, as I thought. And I got up the steps as quick pretty nigh as I\u2019m tellin\u2019 you, and when I was out on the ground there warn\u2019t a sign of any person. There \u2019adn\u2019t been the time for anyone to get away, let alone a hold chap, and I made sure he warn\u2019t crouching down by the well, nor nothink. Next thing I hear master cry out somethink \u2019orrible, and hall I see was him hanging out by the rope, and, as master says, \u2019owever I got him up I couldn\u2019t tell you.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou hear that, Gregory?\u201d said Mr Somerton. \u201cNow, does any explanation of that incident strike you?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe whole thing is so ghastly and abnormal that I must own it puts me quite off my balance; but the thought did occur to me that possibly the \u2014 well, the person who set the trap might have come to see the success of his plan.\u201d\n\n\u201cJust so, Gregory, just so. I can think of nothing else so \u2014 likely, I should say, if such a word had a place anywhere in my story. I think it must have been the Abbot\u2026. Well, I haven\u2019t much more to tell you. I spent a miserable night, Brown sitting up with me. Next day I was no better; unable to get up; no doctor to be had; and, if one had been available, I doubt if he could have done much for me. I made Brown write off to you, and spent a second terrible night. And, Gregory, of this I am sure, and I think it affected me more than the first shock, for it lasted longer: there was someone or something on the watch outside my door the whole night. I almost fancy there were two. It wasn\u2019t only the faint noises I heard from time to time all through the dark hours, but there was the smell \u2014 the hideous smell of mould. Every rag I had had on me on that first evening I had stripped off and made Brown take it away. I believe he stuffed the things into the stove in his room; and yet the smell was there, as intense as it had been in the well; and, what is more, it came from outside the door. But with the first glimmer of dawn it faded out, and the sounds ceased, too; and that convinced me that the thing or things were creatures of darkness, and could not stand the daylight; and so I was sure that if anyone could put back the stone, it or they would be powerless until someone else took it away again. I had to wait until you came to get that done. Of course, I couldn\u2019t send Brown to do it by himself, and still less could I tell anyone who belonged to the place."}, {"quote": "\u201cNow, does any explanation of that incident strike you?\u201d", "context": "\u201cit was just this way. Master was busy down in front of the \u2019ole, and I was \u2019olding the lantern and looking on, when I \u2019eard somethink drop in the water from the top, as I thought. So I looked up, and I see someone\u2019s \u2019ead lookin\u2019 over at us. I s\u2019pose I must ha\u2019 said somethink, and I \u2019eld the light up and run up the steps, and my light shone right on the face. That was a bad un, sir, if ever I see one! A holdish man, and the face very much fell in, and larfin\u2019, as I thought. And I got up the steps as quick pretty nigh as I\u2019m tellin\u2019 you, and when I was out on the ground there warn\u2019t a sign of any person. There \u2019adn\u2019t been the time for anyone to get away, let alone a hold chap, and I made sure he warn\u2019t crouching down by the well, nor nothink. Next thing I hear master cry out somethink \u2019orrible, and hall I see was him hanging out by the rope, and, as master says, \u2019owever I got him up I couldn\u2019t tell you.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou hear that, Gregory?\u201d said Mr Somerton. \u201cNow, does any explanation of that incident strike you?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe whole thing is so ghastly and abnormal that I must own it puts me quite off my balance; but the thought did occur to me that possibly the \u2014 well, the person who set the trap might have come to see the success of his plan.\u201d\n\n\u201cJust so, Gregory, just so. I can think of nothing else so \u2014 likely, I should say, if such a word had a place anywhere in my story. I think it must have been the Abbot\u2026. Well, I haven\u2019t much more to tell you. I spent a miserable night, Brown sitting up with me. Next day I was no better; unable to get up; no doctor to be had; and, if one had been available, I doubt if he could have done much for me. I made Brown write off to you, and spent a second terrible night. And, Gregory, of this I am sure, and I think it affected me more than the first shock, for it lasted longer: there was someone or something on the watch outside my door the whole night. I almost fancy there were two. It wasn\u2019t only the faint noises I heard from time to time all through the dark hours, but there was the smell \u2014 the hideous smell of mould. Every rag I had had on me on that first evening I had stripped off and made Brown take it away. I believe he stuffed the things into the stove in his room; and yet the smell was there, as intense as it had been in the well; and, what is more, it came from outside the door. But with the first glimmer of dawn it faded out, and the sounds ceased, too; and that convinced me that the thing or things were creatures of darkness, and could not stand the daylight; and so I was sure that if anyone could put back the stone, it or they would be powerless until someone else took it away again. I had to wait until you came to get that done. Of course, I couldn\u2019t send Brown to do it by himself, and still less could I tell anyone who belonged to the place."}, {"quote": "\u201cThe whole thing is so ghastly and abnormal that I must own it puts me quite off my balance; but the thought did occur to me that possibly the \u2014 well, the person who set the trap might have come to see the success of his plan.\u201d", "context": "\u201cit was just this way. Master was busy down in front of the \u2019ole, and I was \u2019olding the lantern and looking on, when I \u2019eard somethink drop in the water from the top, as I thought. So I looked up, and I see someone\u2019s \u2019ead lookin\u2019 over at us. I s\u2019pose I must ha\u2019 said somethink, and I \u2019eld the light up and run up the steps, and my light shone right on the face. That was a bad un, sir, if ever I see one! A holdish man, and the face very much fell in, and larfin\u2019, as I thought. And I got up the steps as quick pretty nigh as I\u2019m tellin\u2019 you, and when I was out on the ground there warn\u2019t a sign of any person. There \u2019adn\u2019t been the time for anyone to get away, let alone a hold chap, and I made sure he warn\u2019t crouching down by the well, nor nothink. Next thing I hear master cry out somethink \u2019orrible, and hall I see was him hanging out by the rope, and, as master says, \u2019owever I got him up I couldn\u2019t tell you.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou hear that, Gregory?\u201d said Mr Somerton. \u201cNow, does any explanation of that incident strike you?\u201d\n\n\u201cThe whole thing is so ghastly and abnormal that I must own it puts me quite off my balance; but the thought did occur to me that possibly the \u2014 well, the person who set the trap might have come to see the success of his plan.\u201d\n\n\u201cJust so, Gregory, just so. I can think of nothing else so \u2014 likely, I should say, if such a word had a place anywhere in my story. I think it must have been the Abbot\u2026. Well, I haven\u2019t much more to tell you. I spent a miserable night, Brown sitting up with me. Next day I was no better; unable to get up; no doctor to be had; and, if one had been available, I doubt if he could have done much for me. I made Brown write off to you, and spent a second terrible night. And, Gregory, of this I am sure, and I think it affected me more than the first shock, for it lasted longer: there was someone or something on the watch outside my door the whole night. I almost fancy there were two. It wasn\u2019t only the faint noises I heard from time to time all through the dark hours, but there was the smell \u2014 the hideous smell of mould. Every rag I had had on me on that first evening I had stripped off and made Brown take it away. I believe he stuffed the things into the stove in his room; and yet the smell was there, as intense as it had been in the well; and, what is more, it came from outside the door. But with the first glimmer of dawn it faded out, and the sounds ceased, too; and that convinced me that the thing or things were creatures of darkness, and could not stand the daylight; and so I was sure that if anyone could put back the stone, it or they would be powerless until someone else took it away again. I had to wait until you came to get that done. Of course, I couldn\u2019t send Brown to do it by himself, and still less could I tell anyone who belonged to the place."}, {"quote": "\u201cWell, there is my story; and, if you don\u2019t believe it, I can\u2019t help it. But I think you do.\u201d", "context": "\u201cJust so, Gregory, just so. I can think of nothing else so \u2014 likely, I should say, if such a word had a place anywhere in my story. I think it must have been the Abbot\u2026. Well, I haven\u2019t much more to tell you. I spent a miserable night, Brown sitting up with me. Next day I was no better; unable to get up; no doctor to be had; and, if one had been available, I doubt if he could have done much for me. I made Brown write off to you, and spent a second terrible night. And, Gregory, of this I am sure, and I think it affected me more than the first shock, for it lasted longer: there was someone or something on the watch outside my door the whole night. I almost fancy there were two. It wasn\u2019t only the faint noises I heard from time to time all through the dark hours, but there was the smell \u2014 the hideous smell of mould. Every rag I had had on me on that first evening I had stripped off and made Brown take it away. I believe he stuffed the things into the stove in his room; and yet the smell was there, as intense as it had been in the well; and, what is more, it came from outside the door. But with the first glimmer of dawn it faded out, and the sounds ceased, too; and that convinced me that the thing or things were creatures of darkness, and could not stand the daylight; and so I was sure that if anyone could put back the stone, it or they would be powerless until someone else took it away again. I had to wait until you came to get that done. Of course, I couldn\u2019t send Brown to do it by himself, and still less could I tell anyone who belonged to the place.\n\n\u201cWell, there is my story; and, if you don\u2019t believe it, I can\u2019t help it. But I think you do.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed,\u201d said Mr Gregory, \u201cI can find no alternative. I must believe it! I saw the well and the stone myself, and had a glimpse, I thought, of the bags or something else in the hole. And, to be plain with you, Somerton, I believe my door was watched last night, too.\u201d\n\n\u201cI dare say it was, Gregory; but, thank goodness, that is over. Have you, by the way, anything to tell about your visit to that dreadful place?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cI can find no alternative. I must believe it! I saw the well and the stone myself, and had a glimpse, I thought, of the bags or something else in the hole. And, to be plain with you, Somerton, I believe my door was watched last night, too.\u201d", "context": "\u201cJust so, Gregory, just so. I can think of nothing else so \u2014 likely, I should say, if such a word had a place anywhere in my story. I think it must have been the Abbot\u2026. Well, I haven\u2019t much more to tell you. I spent a miserable night, Brown sitting up with me. Next day I was no better; unable to get up; no doctor to be had; and, if one had been available, I doubt if he could have done much for me. I made Brown write off to you, and spent a second terrible night. And, Gregory, of this I am sure, and I think it affected me more than the first shock, for it lasted longer: there was someone or something on the watch outside my door the whole night. I almost fancy there were two. It wasn\u2019t only the faint noises I heard from time to time all through the dark hours, but there was the smell \u2014 the hideous smell of mould. Every rag I had had on me on that first evening I had stripped off and made Brown take it away. I believe he stuffed the things into the stove in his room; and yet the smell was there, as intense as it had been in the well; and, what is more, it came from outside the door. But with the first glimmer of dawn it faded out, and the sounds ceased, too; and that convinced me that the thing or things were creatures of darkness, and could not stand the daylight; and so I was sure that if anyone could put back the stone, it or they would be powerless until someone else took it away again. I had to wait until you came to get that done. Of course, I couldn\u2019t send Brown to do it by himself, and still less could I tell anyone who belonged to the place.\n\n\u201cWell, there is my story; and, if you don\u2019t believe it, I can\u2019t help it. But I think you do.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed,\u201d said Mr Gregory, \u201cI can find no alternative. I must believe it! I saw the well and the stone myself, and had a glimpse, I thought, of the bags or something else in the hole. And, to be plain with you, Somerton, I believe my door was watched last night, too.\u201d\n\n\u201cI dare say it was, Gregory; but, thank goodness, that is over. Have you, by the way, anything to tell about your visit to that dreadful place?\u201d\n\n\u201cVery little,\u201d was the answer. \u201cBrown and I managed easily enough to get the slab into its place, and he fixed it very firmly with the irons and wedges you had desired him to get, and we contrived to smear the surface with mud so that it looks just like the rest of the wall. One thing I did notice in the carving on the well-head, which I think must have escaped you. It was a horrid, grotesque shape \u2014 perhaps more like a toad than anything else, and there was a label by it inscribed with the two words, \u2018Depositum custodi\u2019.\u201d[9]"}, {"quote": "\u201cI dare say it was, Gregory; but, thank goodness, that is over. Have you, by the way, anything to tell about your visit to that dreadful place?\u201d", "context": "\u201cJust so, Gregory, just so. I can think of nothing else so \u2014 likely, I should say, if such a word had a place anywhere in my story. I think it must have been the Abbot\u2026. Well, I haven\u2019t much more to tell you. I spent a miserable night, Brown sitting up with me. Next day I was no better; unable to get up; no doctor to be had; and, if one had been available, I doubt if he could have done much for me. I made Brown write off to you, and spent a second terrible night. And, Gregory, of this I am sure, and I think it affected me more than the first shock, for it lasted longer: there was someone or something on the watch outside my door the whole night. I almost fancy there were two. It wasn\u2019t only the faint noises I heard from time to time all through the dark hours, but there was the smell \u2014 the hideous smell of mould. Every rag I had had on me on that first evening I had stripped off and made Brown take it away. I believe he stuffed the things into the stove in his room; and yet the smell was there, as intense as it had been in the well; and, what is more, it came from outside the door. But with the first glimmer of dawn it faded out, and the sounds ceased, too; and that convinced me that the thing or things were creatures of darkness, and could not stand the daylight; and so I was sure that if anyone could put back the stone, it or they would be powerless until someone else took it away again. I had to wait until you came to get that done. Of course, I couldn\u2019t send Brown to do it by himself, and still less could I tell anyone who belonged to the place.\n\n\u201cWell, there is my story; and, if you don\u2019t believe it, I can\u2019t help it. But I think you do.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed,\u201d said Mr Gregory, \u201cI can find no alternative. I must believe it! I saw the well and the stone myself, and had a glimpse, I thought, of the bags or something else in the hole. And, to be plain with you, Somerton, I believe my door was watched last night, too.\u201d\n\n\u201cI dare say it was, Gregory; but, thank goodness, that is over. Have you, by the way, anything to tell about your visit to that dreadful place?\u201d\n\n\u201cVery little,\u201d was the answer. \u201cBrown and I managed easily enough to get the slab into its place, and he fixed it very firmly with the irons and wedges you had desired him to get, and we contrived to smear the surface with mud so that it looks just like the rest of the wall. One thing I did notice in the carving on the well-head, which I think must have escaped you. It was a horrid, grotesque shape \u2014 perhaps more like a toad than anything else, and there was a label by it inscribed with the two words, \u2018Depositum custodi\u2019.\u201d[9]"}, {"quote": "\u201cI will not ask if you are hurt, since from the moment that you entered the sacred river and set foot within this land you and your companion were protected by a power invisible and could not be harmed by man or spirit, however great may have seemed your danger. Yet vile hands have been laid upon you, and this is the command of the Mother whom I serve, that, if you desire it, every one of those men who touched you shall die before your eyes. Say, is that your will?\u201d", "context": "\u201cListen, you people,\u201d said the priest, \u201cand learn that this man deserved his dreadful doom. Know you why he purposed to kill that woman whom the strangers saved? Because his familiar marked her as a witch, you think. I tell you it was not so. It was because she being fair, he would have taken her from her husband, as he had taken many another, and she refused him. But the Eye saw, the Voice spoke, and the Messenger did judgment. He is caught in his own snare, and so shall you be, every one of you who dares to think evil in his heart or to do it with his hands.\n\n\u201cSuch is the just decree of the Hesea, spoken by her from her throne amidst the fires of the Mountain.\u201d\n\nCHAPTER XIII\n\nBENEATH THE SHADOWING WINGS\n\nOne by one the terrified tribesmen crept away. When the last of them were gone the priest advanced to Leo and saluted him by placing his hand upon his forehead.\n\n\u201cLord,\u201d he said, in the same corrupt Grecian dialect which was used by the courtiers of Kaloon, \u201cI will not ask if you are hurt, since from the moment that you entered the sacred river and set foot within this land you and your companion were protected by a power invisible and could not be harmed by man or spirit, however great may have seemed your danger. Yet vile hands have been laid upon you, and this is the command of the Mother whom I serve, that, if you desire it, every one of those men who touched you shall die before your eyes. Say, is that your will?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay,\u201d answered Leo; \u201cthey were mad and blind, let no blood be shed for us. All we ask of you, friend -- but, how are you called?\u201d\n\n\u201cName me Oros,\u201d he answered.\n\n\u201cFriend Oros -- a good title for one who dwells upon the Mountain -- all we ask is food and shelter, and to be led swiftly into the presence of her whom you name Mother, that Oracle whose wisdom we have travelled far to seek.\u201d\n\nHe bowed and answered:"}, {"quote": "\u201cthey were mad and blind, let no blood be shed for us. All we ask of you, friend -- but, how are you called?\u201d", "context": "\u201cI will not ask if you are hurt, since from the moment that you entered the sacred river and set foot within this land you and your companion were protected by a power invisible and could not be harmed by man or spirit, however great may have seemed your danger. Yet vile hands have been laid upon you, and this is the command of the Mother whom I serve, that, if you desire it, every one of those men who touched you shall die before your eyes. Say, is that your will?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay,\u201d answered Leo; \u201cthey were mad and blind, let no blood be shed for us. All we ask of you, friend -- but, how are you called?\u201d\n\n\u201cName me Oros,\u201d he answered.\n\n\u201cFriend Oros -- a good title for one who dwells upon the Mountain -- all we ask is food and shelter, and to be led swiftly into the presence of her whom you name Mother, that Oracle whose wisdom we have travelled far to seek.\u201d\n\nHe bowed and answered: \u201cThe food and shelter are prepared and to-morrow, when you have rested, I am commanded to conduct you whither you desire to be. Follow me, I pray yo"}, {"quote": "\u201cName me Oros,", "context": "\u201cI will not ask if you are hurt, since from the moment that you entered the sacred river and set foot within this land you and your companion were protected by a power invisible and could not be harmed by man or spirit, however great may have seemed your danger. Yet vile hands have been laid upon you, and this is the command of the Mother whom I serve, that, if you desire it, every one of those men who touched you shall die before your eyes. Say, is that your will?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay,\u201d answered Leo; \u201cthey were mad and blind, let no blood be shed for us. All we ask of you, friend -- but, how are you called?\u201d\n\n\u201cName me Oros,\u201d he answered.\n\n\u201cFriend Oros -- a good title for one who dwells upon the Mountain -- all we ask is food and shelter, and to be led swiftly into the presence of her whom you name Mother, that Oracle whose wisdom we have travelled far to seek.\u201d\n\nHe bowed and answered: \u201cThe food and shelter are prepared and to-morrow, when you have rested, I am commanded to conduct you whither you desire to be. Follow me, I pray you\u201d; and he preceded us past the fiery pit to a building that stood about fifty yards away against the rock wall of the amphitheatre."}, {"quote": "\u201cFriend Oros -- a good title for one who dwells upon the Mountain -- all we ask is food and shelter, and to be led swiftly into the presence of her whom you name Mother, that Oracle whose wisdom we have travelled far to seek.\u201d", "context": "\u201cI will not ask if you are hurt, since from the moment that you entered the sacred river and set foot within this land you and your companion were protected by a power invisible and could not be harmed by man or spirit, however great may have seemed your danger. Yet vile hands have been laid upon you, and this is the command of the Mother whom I serve, that, if you desire it, every one of those men who touched you shall die before your eyes. Say, is that your will?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay,\u201d answered Leo; \u201cthey were mad and blind, let no blood be shed for us. All we ask of you, friend -- but, how are you called?\u201d\n\n\u201cName me Oros,\u201d he answered.\n\n\u201cFriend Oros -- a good title for one who dwells upon the Mountain -- all we ask is food and shelter, and to be led swiftly into the presence of her whom you name Mother, that Oracle whose wisdom we have travelled far to seek.\u201d\n\nHe bowed and answered: \u201cThe food and shelter are prepared and to-morrow, when you have rested, I am commanded to conduct you whither you desire to be. Follow me, I pray you\u201d; and he preceded us past the fiery pit to a building that stood about fifty yards away against the rock wall of the amphitheatre.\n\nIt would seem that it was a guest-house, or at least had been made ready to serve that purpose, as in it lamps were lit and a fire burned, for here the air was cold. The house was divided into two rooms, the second of them a sleeping place, to which he led us through the first."}, {"quote": "\u201cThe food and shelter are prepared and to-morrow, when you have rested, I am commanded to conduct you whither you desire to be. Follow me, I pray you", "context": "\u201cNay,\u201d answered Leo; \u201cthey were mad and blind, let no blood be shed for us. All we ask of you, friend -- but, how are you called?\u201d\n\n\u201cName me Oros,\u201d he answered.\n\n\u201cFriend Oros -- a good title for one who dwells upon the Mountain -- all we ask is food and shelter, and to be led swiftly into the presence of her whom you name Mother, that Oracle whose wisdom we have travelled far to seek.\u201d\n\nHe bowed and answered: \u201cThe food and shelter are prepared and to-morrow, when you have rested, I am commanded to conduct you whither you desire to be. Follow me, I pray you\u201d; and he preceded us past the fiery pit to a building that stood about fifty yards away against the rock wall of the amphitheatre.\n\nIt would seem that it was a guest-house, or at least had been made ready to serve that purpose, as in it lamps were lit and a fire burned, for here the air was cold. The house was divided into two rooms, the second of them a sleeping place, to which he led us through the first.\n\n\u201cEnter,\u201d he said, \u201cfor you will need to cleanse yourselves, and yo"}, {"quote": "\u201cfor you will need to cleanse yourselves, and you", "context": "\u201d; and he preceded us past the fiery pit to a building that stood about fifty yards away against the rock wall of the amphitheatre.\n\nIt would seem that it was a guest-house, or at least had been made ready to serve that purpose, as in it lamps were lit and a fire burned, for here the air was cold. The house was divided into two rooms, the second of them a sleeping place, to which he led us through the first.\n\n\u201cEnter,\u201d he said, \u201cfor you will need to cleanse yourselves, and you\u201d -- here he addressed himself to me -- \u201cto be treated for that hurt to your arm which you had from the jaws of the great hound.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow know you that?\u201d I asked.\n\n\u201cIt matters not if I do know and have made ready,\u201d Oros answered gravely.\n\nThis second room was lighted and warmed like the first, moreover, heated water stood in basins of metal and on the beds were laid clean linen garments and dark-coloured hooded robes, lined with rich fur. Also upon a little table were ointments, bandages, and splints, a marvellous thing to see, for it told me that the very nature of my hurt had been divined. But I asked no more questions; I was too weary; moreover, I knew that it would be useless."}, {"quote": "\u201cto be treated for that hurt to your arm which you had from the jaws of the great hound.\u201d", "context": "\u201d; and he preceded us past the fiery pit to a building that stood about fifty yards away against the rock wall of the amphitheatre.\n\nIt would seem that it was a guest-house, or at least had been made ready to serve that purpose, as in it lamps were lit and a fire burned, for here the air was cold. The house was divided into two rooms, the second of them a sleeping place, to which he led us through the first.\n\n\u201cEnter,\u201d he said, \u201cfor you will need to cleanse yourselves, and you\u201d -- here he addressed himself to me -- \u201cto be treated for that hurt to your arm which you had from the jaws of the great hound.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow know you that?\u201d I asked.\n\n\u201cIt matters not if I do know and have made ready,\u201d Oros answered gravely.\n\nThis second room was lighted and warmed like the first, moreover, heated water stood in basins of metal and on the beds were laid clean linen garments and dark-coloured hooded robes, lined with rich fur. Also upon a little table were ointments, bandages, and splints, a marvellous thing to see, for it told me that the very nature of my hurt had been divined. But I asked no more questions; I was too weary; moreover, I knew that it would be useless."}, {"quote": "\u201cIt matters not if I do know and have made ready,", "context": "It would seem that it was a guest-house, or at least had been made ready to serve that purpose, as in it lamps were lit and a fire burned, for here the air was cold. The house was divided into two rooms, the second of them a sleeping place, to which he led us through the first.\n\n\u201cEnter,\u201d he said, \u201cfor you will need to cleanse yourselves, and you\u201d -- here he addressed himself to me -- \u201cto be treated for that hurt to your arm which you had from the jaws of the great hound.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow know you that?\u201d I asked.\n\n\u201cIt matters not if I do know and have made ready,\u201d Oros answered gravely.\n\nThis second room was lighted and warmed like the first, moreover, heated water stood in basins of metal and on the beds were laid clean linen garments and dark-coloured hooded robes, lined with rich fur. Also upon a little table were ointments, bandages, and splints, a marvellous thing to see, for it told me that the very nature of my hurt had been divined. But I asked no more questions; I was too weary; moreover, I knew that it would be useless."}, {"quote": "\u201cThe fangs rent deep,", "context": "This second room was lighted and warmed like the first, moreover, heated water stood in basins of metal and on the beds were laid clean linen garments and dark-coloured hooded robes, lined with rich fur. Also upon a little table were ointments, bandages, and splints, a marvellous thing to see, for it told me that the very nature of my hurt had been divined. But I asked no more questions; I was too weary; moreover, I knew that it would be useless.\n\nNow the priest Oros helped me to remove my tattered robe, and, undoing the rough bandages upon my arm, washed it gently with warm water, in which he mixed some spirit, and examined it with the skill of a trained doctor.\n\n\u201cThe fangs rent deep,\u201d he said, \u201cand the small bone is broken, but you will take no harm, save for the scars which must remain.\u201d Then, having treated the wounds with ointment, he wrapped the limb with such a delicate touch that it scarcely pained me, saying that by the morrow the swelling would have gone down and he would set the bone. This indeed happened.\n\nAfter it was done he helped me to wash and to clothe myself in the clean garments, and put a sling about my neck to serve as a rest for my arm. Meanwhile Leo had also dressed himself, so that we left the chamber together very different men to the foul, blood-stained wanderers who had entered there. In the outer room we found food prepared for us, of which we ate with a thankful heart and without speaking. Then, blind with weariness, we returned to the other chamber and, having removed our outer garments, flung ourselves upon the beds and were soon plunged in sleep."}, {"quote": "\u201cand the small bone is broken, but you will take no harm, save for the scars which must remain.", "context": "This second room was lighted and warmed like the first, moreover, heated water stood in basins of metal and on the beds were laid clean linen garments and dark-coloured hooded robes, lined with rich fur. Also upon a little table were ointments, bandages, and splints, a marvellous thing to see, for it told me that the very nature of my hurt had been divined. But I asked no more questions; I was too weary; moreover, I knew that it would be useless.\n\nNow the priest Oros helped me to remove my tattered robe, and, undoing the rough bandages upon my arm, washed it gently with warm water, in which he mixed some spirit, and examined it with the skill of a trained doctor.\n\n\u201cThe fangs rent deep,\u201d he said, \u201cand the small bone is broken, but you will take no harm, save for the scars which must remain.\u201d Then, having treated the wounds with ointment, he wrapped the limb with such a delicate touch that it scarcely pained me, saying that by the morrow the swelling would have gone down and he would set the bone. This indeed happened.\n\nAfter it was done he helped me to wash and to clothe myself in the clean garments, and put a sling about my neck to serve as a rest for my arm. Meanwhile Leo had also dressed himself, so that we left the chamber together very different men to the foul, blood-stained wanderers who had entered there. In the outer room we found food prepared for us, of which we ate with a thankful heart and without speaking. Then, blind with weariness, we returned to the other chamber and, having removed our outer garments, flung ourselves upon the beds and were soon plunged in sleep."}, {"quote": "\u201cAyesha, through life and death I have sought thee long. Come to me, my goddess, my desired.\u201d", "context": "So the thing was not dumb, as I had believed. Evidently it could suffer, and express its suffering in a human fashion. Look! it was wringing its padded hands as in an excess of woe. Now it would seem that Leo began to feel its influence also, for he stirred and spoke in his sleep, so low at first that I could only distinguish the tongue he used, which was Arabic. Presently I caught a few words.\n\n\u201cAyesha,\u201d he said, \u201cAyesha!\u201d\n\nThe figure glided towards him and stopped. He sat up in the bed still fast asleep, for his eyes were shut. He stretched out his arms, as though seeking one whom he would embrace, and spoke again in a low and passionate voice -- \u201cAyesha, through life and death I have sought thee long. Come to me, my goddess, my desired.\u201d\n\nThe figure glided yet nearer, and I could see that it was trembling, and now its arms were extended also.\n\nAt the bedside she halted, and Leo laid himself down again. Now the coverings had fallen back, exposing his breast, where lay the leather satchel he always wore, that which contained the lock of Ayesha\u2019s hair. He was fast asleep, and the figure seemed to fix its eyes upon this satchel. Presently it did more, for, with surprising deftness those white-wrapped fingers opened its clasp, yes, and drew out the long tress of shining hair. Long and earnestly she gazed at it, then gently replaced the relic, closed the satchel and for a little while seemed to weep. While she stood thus the dreaming Leo once more stretched out his arms and spoke, saying, in the same passion-laden voice --"}, {"quote": "\u201cCome to me, my darling, my beautiful, my beautiful!\u201d", "context": "At the bedside she halted, and Leo laid himself down again. Now the coverings had fallen back, exposing his breast, where lay the leather satchel he always wore, that which contained the lock of Ayesha\u2019s hair. He was fast asleep, and the figure seemed to fix its eyes upon this satchel. Presently it did more, for, with surprising deftness those white-wrapped fingers opened its clasp, yes, and drew out the long tress of shining hair. Long and earnestly she gazed at it, then gently replaced the relic, closed the satchel and for a little while seemed to weep. While she stood thus the dreaming Leo once more stretched out his arms and spoke, saying, in the same passion-laden voice -- \u201cCome to me, my darling, my beautiful, my beautiful!\u201d\n\nAt those words, with a little muffled scream, like that of a scared night-bird, the figure turned and flitted through the doorway.\n\nWhen I was quite certain that she had gone, I gasped aloud.\n\nWhat might this mean, I wondered, in a very agony of bewilderment. This could certainly be no dream: it was real, for I was wide awake. Indeed, what did it all mean? Who was the ghastly, mummy-like thing which had guided us unharmed through such terrible dangers; the Messenger that all men feared, who could strike down a brawny savage with a motion of its hand? Why did it creep into the place thus at dead of night, like a spirit revisiting one beloved? Why did its presence cause me to awake and Leo to dream? Why did it draw out the tress; indeed, how knew it that this tress was hidden there? And why -- oh! why, at those tender and passionate words did it flit away at last like some scared bat?"}, {"quote": "\u201cLet him rest on,", "context": "Comforting myself thus I fell asleep again, for fatigue overcame even such doubts and fears. In the morning, when they were naturally less vivid, I made up my mind that, for various reasons, it would be wisest to say nothing of what I had seen to Leo. Nor, indeed, did I do so until some days had gone by.\n\nWhen I awoke the full light was pouring into the chamber, and by it I saw the priest Oros standing at my bedside. I sat up and asked him what time it was, to which he answered with a smile, but in a low voice, that it lacked but two hours of mid-day, adding that he had come to set my arm. Now I saw why he spoke low, for Leo was still fast asleep.\n\n\u201cLet him rest on,\u201d he said, as he undid the wrappings on my arm, \u201cfor he has suffered much, and,\u201d he continued significantly, \u201cmay still have more to suffer.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean, friend Oros?\u201d I asked sharply. \u201cI thought you told us that we were safe upon this Mountain.\u201d\n\n\u201cI told you, friend -- -- \u201d and he looked at me.\n\n\u201cHolly is my name -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201c -- friend Holly, that your bodies are safe. I said nothing of all the rest of you. Man is more than flesh and blood. He is mind and spirit as well, and these can be injured also.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cfor he has suffered much, and,", "context": "When I awoke the full light was pouring into the chamber, and by it I saw the priest Oros standing at my bedside. I sat up and asked him what time it was, to which he answered with a smile, but in a low voice, that it lacked but two hours of mid-day, adding that he had come to set my arm. Now I saw why he spoke low, for Leo was still fast asleep.\n\n\u201cLet him rest on,\u201d he said, as he undid the wrappings on my arm, \u201cfor he has suffered much, and,\u201d he continued significantly, \u201cmay still have more to suffer.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean, friend Oros?\u201d I asked sharply. \u201cI thought you told us that we were safe upon this Mountain.\u201d\n\n\u201cI told you, friend -- -- \u201d and he looked at me.\n\n\u201cHolly is my name -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201c -- friend Holly, that your bodies are safe. I said nothing of all the rest of you. Man is more than flesh and blood. He is mind and spirit as well, and these can be injured also.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cmay still have more to suffer.\u201d", "context": "When I awoke the full light was pouring into the chamber, and by it I saw the priest Oros standing at my bedside. I sat up and asked him what time it was, to which he answered with a smile, but in a low voice, that it lacked but two hours of mid-day, adding that he had come to set my arm. Now I saw why he spoke low, for Leo was still fast asleep.\n\n\u201cLet him rest on,\u201d he said, as he undid the wrappings on my arm, \u201cfor he has suffered much, and,\u201d he continued significantly, \u201cmay still have more to suffer.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean, friend Oros?\u201d I asked sharply. \u201cI thought you told us that we were safe upon this Mountain.\u201d\n\n\u201cI told you, friend -- -- \u201d and he looked at me.\n\n\u201cHolly is my name -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201c -- friend Holly, that your bodies are safe. I said nothing of all the rest of you. Man is more than flesh and blood. He is mind and spirit as well, and these can be injured also.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is there that would injure them"}, {"quote": "\u201cWhat do you mean, friend Oros?", "context": "When I awoke the full light was pouring into the chamber, and by it I saw the priest Oros standing at my bedside. I sat up and asked him what time it was, to which he answered with a smile, but in a low voice, that it lacked but two hours of mid-day, adding that he had come to set my arm. Now I saw why he spoke low, for Leo was still fast asleep.\n\n\u201cLet him rest on,\u201d he said, as he undid the wrappings on my arm, \u201cfor he has suffered much, and,\u201d he continued significantly, \u201cmay still have more to suffer.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean, friend Oros?\u201d I asked sharply. \u201cI thought you told us that we were safe upon this Mountain.\u201d\n\n\u201cI told you, friend -- -- \u201d and he looked at me.\n\n\u201cHolly is my name -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201c -- friend Holly, that your bodies are safe. I said nothing of all the rest of you. Man is more than flesh and blood. He is mind and spirit as well, and these can be injured also.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is there that would injure them?\u201d I asked.\n\n\u201cFriend,\u201d he answered, gravely,"}, {"quote": "\u201cI thought you told us that we were safe upon this Mountain.\u201d", "context": "When I awoke the full light was pouring into the chamber, and by it I saw the priest Oros standing at my bedside. I sat up and asked him what time it was, to which he answered with a smile, but in a low voice, that it lacked but two hours of mid-day, adding that he had come to set my arm. Now I saw why he spoke low, for Leo was still fast asleep.\n\n\u201cLet him rest on,\u201d he said, as he undid the wrappings on my arm, \u201cfor he has suffered much, and,\u201d he continued significantly, \u201cmay still have more to suffer.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean, friend Oros?\u201d I asked sharply. \u201cI thought you told us that we were safe upon this Mountain.\u201d\n\n\u201cI told you, friend -- -- \u201d and he looked at me.\n\n\u201cHolly is my name -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201c -- friend Holly, that your bodies are safe. I said nothing of all the rest of you. Man is more than flesh and blood. He is mind and spirit as well, and these can be injured also.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is there that would injure them?\u201d I asked.\n\n\u201cFriend,\u201d he answered, gravely, \u201cyou and your companion have come to a haunted land, not as mere wanderers, for then you would be dead ere now, but of set purpose, seeking to lift the veil from mysteries which have been hid for ages. Well, your aim is known and it may chance that it will be achieved. But if this veil is lifted, it may chance also that you will find what shall send your souls shivering to despair and madness. Say, are you not afraid?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWho is there that would injure them?", "context": "\u201cmay still have more to suffer.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean, friend Oros?\u201d I asked sharply. \u201cI thought you told us that we were safe upon this Mountain.\u201d\n\n\u201cI told you, friend -- -- \u201d and he looked at me.\n\n\u201cHolly is my name -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201c -- friend Holly, that your bodies are safe. I said nothing of all the rest of you. Man is more than flesh and blood. He is mind and spirit as well, and these can be injured also.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is there that would injure them?\u201d I asked.\n\n\u201cFriend,\u201d he answered, gravely, \u201cyou and your companion have come to a haunted land, not as mere wanderers, for then you would be dead ere now, but of set purpose, seeking to lift the veil from mysteries which have been hid for ages. Well, your aim is known and it may chance that it will be achieved. But if this veil is lifted, it may chance also that you will find what shall send your souls shivering to despair and madness. Say, are you not afraid?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cyou and your companion have come to a haunted land, not as mere wanderers, for then you would be dead ere now, but of set purpose, seeking to lift the veil from mysteries which have been hid for ages. Well, your aim is known and it may chance that it will be achieved. But if this veil is lifted, it may chance also that you will find what shall send your souls shivering to despair and madness. Say, are you not afraid?\u201d", "context": "\u201cI thought you told us that we were safe upon this Mountain.\u201d\n\n\u201cI told you, friend -- -- \u201d and he looked at me.\n\n\u201cHolly is my name -- -- \u201d\n\n\u201c -- friend Holly, that your bodies are safe. I said nothing of all the rest of you. Man is more than flesh and blood. He is mind and spirit as well, and these can be injured also.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is there that would injure them?\u201d I asked.\n\n\u201cFriend,\u201d he answered, gravely, \u201cyou and your companion have come to a haunted land, not as mere wanderers, for then you would be dead ere now, but of set purpose, seeking to lift the veil from mysteries which have been hid for ages. Well, your aim is known and it may chance that it will be achieved. But if this veil is lifted, it may chance also that you will find what shall send your souls shivering to despair and madness. Say, are you not afraid?\u201d\n\n\u201cSomewhat,\u201d I answered. \u201cYet my foster-son and I have seen strange things and lived. We have seen the very Light of Life roll by in majesty; we have been the guests of an Immortal, and watched Death seem to conquer her and leave us untouched. Think you then that we will turn cowards now? Nay, we march on to fulfil our destinies.\u201d\n\nAt these words Oros showed neither curiosity nor surprise; it was as though I told him only what he knew."}, {"quote": "\u201cYet my foster-son and I have seen strange things and lived. We have seen the very Light of Life roll by in majesty; we have been the guests of an Immortal, and watched Death seem to conquer her and leave us untouched. Think you then that we will turn cowards now? Nay, we march on to fulfil our destinies.\u201d", "context": "\u201cyou and your companion have come to a haunted land, not as mere wanderers, for then you would be dead ere now, but of set purpose, seeking to lift the veil from mysteries which have been hid for ages. Well, your aim is known and it may chance that it will be achieved. But if this veil is lifted, it may chance also that you will find what shall send your souls shivering to despair and madness. Say, are you not afraid?\u201d\n\n\u201cSomewhat,\u201d I answered. \u201cYet my foster-son and I have seen strange things and lived. We have seen the very Light of Life roll by in majesty; we have been the guests of an Immortal, and watched Death seem to conquer her and leave us untouched. Think you then that we will turn cowards now? Nay, we march on to fulfil our destinies.\u201d\n\nAt these words Oros showed neither curiosity nor surprise; it was as though I told him only what he knew.\n\n\u201cGood,\u201d he replied, smiling, and with a courteous bow of his shaven head, \u201cwithin an hour you shall march on -- to fulfil your destinies. If I have warned you, forgive me, for I was bidden so to do, perhaps to try your mettle. Is it needful that I should repeat this warning to the lord -- -- \u201d and again he looked at me."}, {"quote": "\u201cLeo Vincey, yes, Leo Vincey,", "context": "At these words Oros showed neither curiosity nor surprise; it was as though I told him only what he knew.\n\n\u201cGood,\u201d he replied, smiling, and with a courteous bow of his shaven head, \u201cwithin an hour you shall march on -- to fulfil your destinies. If I have warned you, forgive me, for I was bidden so to do, perhaps to try your mettle. Is it needful that I should repeat this warning to the lord -- -- \u201d and again he looked at me.\n\n\u201cLeo Vincey,\u201d I said.\n\n\u201cLeo Vincey, yes, Leo Vincey,\u201d he repeated, as though the name were familiar to him but had slipped his mind. \u201cBut you have not answered my question. Is it needful that I should repeat the warning?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot in the least; but you can do so if you wish when he awakes.\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, I think with you, that it would be but waste of words, for -- forgive the comparison; -- what the wolf dares\u201d -- and he looked at me -- \u201cthe tiger does not flee from"}, {"quote": "\u201cBut you have not answered my question. Is it needful that I should repeat the warning?\u201d", "context": "\u201cGood,\u201d he replied, smiling, and with a courteous bow of his shaven head, \u201cwithin an hour you shall march on -- to fulfil your destinies. If I have warned you, forgive me, for I was bidden so to do, perhaps to try your mettle. Is it needful that I should repeat this warning to the lord -- -- \u201d and again he looked at me.\n\n\u201cLeo Vincey,\u201d I said.\n\n\u201cLeo Vincey, yes, Leo Vincey,\u201d he repeated, as though the name were familiar to him but had slipped his mind. \u201cBut you have not answered my question. Is it needful that I should repeat the warning?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot in the least; but you can do so if you wish when he awakes.\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, I think with you, that it would be but waste of words, for -- forgive the comparison; -- what the wolf dares\u201d -- and he looked at me -- \u201cthe tiger does not flee from,\u201d and he nodded towards Leo. \u201cThere, see how much better are the wounds upon your arm, which is no longer swollen. Now I will bandage it, and within some few weeks the bone will be as sound again as it was before you met the Khan Rassen hunting in the Plains. By the way, you will see him again soon, and his fair wife with him.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNot in the least; but you can do so if you wish when he awakes.\u201d", "context": "\u201cGood,\u201d he replied, smiling, and with a courteous bow of his shaven head, \u201cwithin an hour you shall march on -- to fulfil your destinies. If I have warned you, forgive me, for I was bidden so to do, perhaps to try your mettle. Is it needful that I should repeat this warning to the lord -- -- \u201d and again he looked at me.\n\n\u201cLeo Vincey,\u201d I said.\n\n\u201cLeo Vincey, yes, Leo Vincey,\u201d he repeated, as though the name were familiar to him but had slipped his mind. \u201cBut you have not answered my question. Is it needful that I should repeat the warning?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot in the least; but you can do so if you wish when he awakes.\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, I think with you, that it would be but waste of words, for -- forgive the comparison; -- what the wolf dares\u201d -- and he looked at me -- \u201cthe tiger does not flee from,\u201d and he nodded towards Leo. \u201cThere, see how much better are the wounds upon your arm, which is no longer swollen. Now I will bandage it, and within some few weeks the bone will be as sound again as it was before you met the Khan Rassen hunting in the Plains. By the way, you will see him again soon, and his fair wife with him.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNay, I think with you, that it would be but waste of words, for -- forgive the comparison; -- what the wolf dares", "context": "\u201cGood,\u201d he replied, smiling, and with a courteous bow of his shaven head, \u201cwithin an hour you shall march on -- to fulfil your destinies. If I have warned you, forgive me, for I was bidden so to do, perhaps to try your mettle. Is it needful that I should repeat this warning to the lord -- -- \u201d and again he looked at me.\n\n\u201cLeo Vincey,\u201d I said.\n\n\u201cLeo Vincey, yes, Leo Vincey,\u201d he repeated, as though the name were familiar to him but had slipped his mind. \u201cBut you have not answered my question. Is it needful that I should repeat the warning?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot in the least; but you can do so if you wish when he awakes.\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, I think with you, that it would be but waste of words, for -- forgive the comparison; -- what the wolf dares\u201d -- and he looked at me -- \u201cthe tiger does not flee from,\u201d and he nodded towards Leo. \u201cThere, see how much better are the wounds upon your arm, which is no longer swollen. Now I will bandage it, and within some few weeks the bone will be as sound again as it was before you met the Khan Rassen hunting in the Plains. By the way, you will see him again soon, and his fair wife with him.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee him again? Do the dead, then, come to life upon this Mountain?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cthe tiger does not flee from,", "context": "\u201cLeo Vincey, yes, Leo Vincey,\u201d he repeated, as though the name were familiar to him but had slipped his mind. \u201cBut you have not answered my question. Is it needful that I should repeat the warning?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot in the least; but you can do so if you wish when he awakes.\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, I think with you, that it would be but waste of words, for -- forgive the comparison; -- what the wolf dares\u201d -- and he looked at me -- \u201cthe tiger does not flee from,\u201d and he nodded towards Leo. \u201cThere, see how much better are the wounds upon your arm, which is no longer swollen. Now I will bandage it, and within some few weeks the bone will be as sound again as it was before you met the Khan Rassen hunting in the Plains. By the way, you will see him again soon, and his fair wife with him.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee him again? Do the dead, then, come to life upon this Mountain?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, but certain of them are brought hither for burial. It is the privilege of the rulers of Kaloon; also, I think, that the Khania has questions to ask of its Oracle.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cThere, see how much better are the wounds upon your arm, which is no longer swollen. Now I will bandage it, and within some few weeks the bone will be as sound again as it was before you met the Khan Rassen hunting in the Plains. By the way, you will see him again soon, and his fair wife with him.\u201d", "context": "\u201d he repeated, as though the name were familiar to him but had slipped his mind. \u201cBut you have not answered my question. Is it needful that I should repeat the warning?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot in the least; but you can do so if you wish when he awakes.\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, I think with you, that it would be but waste of words, for -- forgive the comparison; -- what the wolf dares\u201d -- and he looked at me -- \u201cthe tiger does not flee from,\u201d and he nodded towards Leo. \u201cThere, see how much better are the wounds upon your arm, which is no longer swollen. Now I will bandage it, and within some few weeks the bone will be as sound again as it was before you met the Khan Rassen hunting in the Plains. By the way, you will see him again soon, and his fair wife with him.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee him again? Do the dead, then, come to life upon this Mountain?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, but certain of them are brought hither for burial. It is the privilege of the rulers of Kaloon; also, I think, that the Khania has questions to ask of its Oracle.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is its Oracle?\u201d I asked with eagerness.\n\n\u201cThe Oracle,\u201d he replied darkly, \u201cis a Voice. It was ever so, was it not?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; I have heard that from Atene, but a voice implies a speaker. Is this speaker she whom you name Mother?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cSee him again? Do the dead, then, come to life upon this Mountain?\u201d", "context": "\u201cNay, I think with you, that it would be but waste of words, for -- forgive the comparison; -- what the wolf dares\u201d -- and he looked at me -- \u201cthe tiger does not flee from,\u201d and he nodded towards Leo. \u201cThere, see how much better are the wounds upon your arm, which is no longer swollen. Now I will bandage it, and within some few weeks the bone will be as sound again as it was before you met the Khan Rassen hunting in the Plains. By the way, you will see him again soon, and his fair wife with him.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee him again? Do the dead, then, come to life upon this Mountain?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, but certain of them are brought hither for burial. It is the privilege of the rulers of Kaloon; also, I think, that the Khania has questions to ask of its Oracle.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is its Oracle?\u201d I asked with eagerness.\n\n\u201cThe Oracle,\u201d he replied darkly, \u201cis a Voice. It was ever so, was it not?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; I have heard that from Atene, but a voice implies a speaker. Is this speaker she whom you name Mother?\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cNay, but certain of them are brought hither for burial. It is the privilege of the rulers of Kaloon; also, I think, that the Khania has questions to ask of its Oracle.\u201d", "context": "\u201cthe tiger does not flee from,\u201d and he nodded towards Leo. \u201cThere, see how much better are the wounds upon your arm, which is no longer swollen. Now I will bandage it, and within some few weeks the bone will be as sound again as it was before you met the Khan Rassen hunting in the Plains. By the way, you will see him again soon, and his fair wife with him.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee him again? Do the dead, then, come to life upon this Mountain?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, but certain of them are brought hither for burial. It is the privilege of the rulers of Kaloon; also, I think, that the Khania has questions to ask of its Oracle.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is its Oracle?\u201d I asked with eagerness.\n\n\u201cThe Oracle,\u201d he replied darkly, \u201cis a Voice. It was ever so, was it not?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; I have heard that from Atene, but a voice implies a speaker. Is this speaker she whom you name Mother?\u201d\n\n\u201cPerhaps, friend Holly.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd is this Mother a spirit?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is a point that has been much debated. They told you so in the Plains, did they not? Also the Tribes think it on the Mountain. Indeed, the thing seems reasonable, seeing that all of us who live are flesh and spirit. But you will form your own judgment and then we can discuss the matter. There, your arm is finished. Be careful now not to strike it or to fall, and look, your companion awakes.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cWho is its Oracle?", "context": "\u201cThere, see how much better are the wounds upon your arm, which is no longer swollen. Now I will bandage it, and within some few weeks the bone will be as sound again as it was before you met the Khan Rassen hunting in the Plains. By the way, you will see him again soon, and his fair wife with him.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee him again? Do the dead, then, come to life upon this Mountain?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, but certain of them are brought hither for burial. It is the privilege of the rulers of Kaloon; also, I think, that the Khania has questions to ask of its Oracle.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is its Oracle?\u201d I asked with eagerness.\n\n\u201cThe Oracle,\u201d he replied darkly, \u201cis a Voice. It was ever so, was it not?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; I have heard that from Atene, but a voice implies a speaker. Is this speaker she whom you name Mother?\u201d\n\n\u201cPerhaps, friend Holly.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd is this Mother a spirit?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is a point that has been much debated. They told you so in the Plains, did they not? Also the Tribes think it on the Mountain. Indeed, the thing seems reasonable, seeing that all of us who live are flesh and spirit. But you will form your own judgment and then we can discuss the matter. There, your arm is finished. Be careful now not to strike it or to fall, and look, your companion awakes.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cis a Voice. It was ever so, was it not?\u201d", "context": "\u201cThere, see how much better are the wounds upon your arm, which is no longer swollen. Now I will bandage it, and within some few weeks the bone will be as sound again as it was before you met the Khan Rassen hunting in the Plains. By the way, you will see him again soon, and his fair wife with him.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee him again? Do the dead, then, come to life upon this Mountain?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, but certain of them are brought hither for burial. It is the privilege of the rulers of Kaloon; also, I think, that the Khania has questions to ask of its Oracle.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is its Oracle?\u201d I asked with eagerness.\n\n\u201cThe Oracle,\u201d he replied darkly, \u201cis a Voice. It was ever so, was it not?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; I have heard that from Atene, but a voice implies a speaker. Is this speaker she whom you name Mother?\u201d\n\n\u201cPerhaps, friend Holly.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd is this Mother a spirit?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is a point that has been much debated. They told you so in the Plains, did they not? Also the Tribes think it on the Mountain. Indeed, the thing seems reasonable, seeing that all of us who live are flesh and spirit. But you will form your own judgment and then we can discuss the matter. There, your arm is finished. Be careful now not to strike it or to fall, and look, your companion awakes.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cYes; I have heard that from Atene, but a voice implies a speaker. Is this speaker she whom you name Mother?\u201d", "context": "\u201cThere, see how much better are the wounds upon your arm, which is no longer swollen. Now I will bandage it, and within some few weeks the bone will be as sound again as it was before you met the Khan Rassen hunting in the Plains. By the way, you will see him again soon, and his fair wife with him.\u201d\n\n\u201cSee him again? Do the dead, then, come to life upon this Mountain?\u201d\n\n\u201cNay, but certain of them are brought hither for burial. It is the privilege of the rulers of Kaloon; also, I think, that the Khania has questions to ask of its Oracle.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is its Oracle?\u201d I asked with eagerness.\n\n\u201cThe Oracle,\u201d he replied darkly, \u201cis a Voice. It was ever so, was it not?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; I have heard that from Atene, but a voice implies a speaker. Is this speaker she whom you name Mother?\u201d\n\n\u201cPerhaps, friend Holly.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd is this Mother a spirit?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is a point that has been much debated. They told you so in the Plains, did they not? Also the Tribes think it on the Mountain. Indeed, the thing seems reasonable, seeing that all of us who live are flesh and spirit. But you will form your own judgment and then we can discuss the matter. There, your arm is finished. Be careful now not to strike it or to fall, and look, your companion awakes.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cPerhaps, friend Holly.\u201d", "context": "\u201cNay, but certain of them are brought hither for burial. It is the privilege of the rulers of Kaloon; also, I think, that the Khania has questions to ask of its Oracle.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is its Oracle?\u201d I asked with eagerness.\n\n\u201cThe Oracle,\u201d he replied darkly, \u201cis a Voice. It was ever so, was it not?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; I have heard that from Atene, but a voice implies a speaker. Is this speaker she whom you name Mother?\u201d\n\n\u201cPerhaps, friend Holly.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd is this Mother a spirit?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is a point that has been much debated. They told you so in the Plains, did they not? Also the Tribes think it on the Mountain. Indeed, the thing seems reasonable, seeing that all of us who live are flesh and spirit. But you will form your own judgment and then we can discuss the matter. There, your arm is finished. Be careful now not to strike it or to fall, and look, your companion awakes.\u201d\n\nSomething over an hour later we started upon our upward journey. I was again mounted on the Khan\u2019s horse, which having been groomed and fed was somewhat rested, while to Leo a litter had been offered. This he declined, however, saying that he had now recovered and would not be carried like a woman. So he walked by the side of my horse, using his spear as a staff. We passed the fire-pit -- now full of dead, white ashes, among which were mixed those of the witch-finder and his horrible cat -- preceded by our dumb guide, at the sight of whom, in her pale wrappings, the people of the tribe who had returned to their village prostrated themselves, and so remained until she was gone by."}, {"quote": "\u201cAnd is this Mother a spirit?\u201d", "context": "\u201cNay, but certain of them are brought hither for burial. It is the privilege of the rulers of Kaloon; also, I think, that the Khania has questions to ask of its Oracle.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is its Oracle?\u201d I asked with eagerness.\n\n\u201cThe Oracle,\u201d he replied darkly, \u201cis a Voice. It was ever so, was it not?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; I have heard that from Atene, but a voice implies a speaker. Is this speaker she whom you name Mother?\u201d\n\n\u201cPerhaps, friend Holly.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd is this Mother a spirit?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is a point that has been much debated. They told you so in the Plains, did they not? Also the Tribes think it on the Mountain. Indeed, the thing seems reasonable, seeing that all of us who live are flesh and spirit. But you will form your own judgment and then we can discuss the matter. There, your arm is finished. Be careful now not to strike it or to fall, and look, your companion awakes.\u201d\n\nSomething over an hour later we started upon our upward journey. I was again mounted on the Khan\u2019s horse, which having been groomed and fed was somewhat rested, while to Leo a litter had been offered. This he declined, however, saying that he had now recovered and would not be carried like a woman. So he walked by the side of my horse, using his spear as a staff. We passed the fire-pit -- now full of dead, white ashes, among which were mixed those of the witch-finder and his horrible cat -- preceded by our dumb guide, at the sight of whom, in her pale wrappings, the people of the tribe who had returned to their village prostrated themselves, and so remained until she was gone by."}, {"quote": "\u201cIt is a point that has been much debated. They told you so in the Plains, did they not? Also the Tribes think it on the Mountain. Indeed, the thing seems reasonable, seeing that all of us who live are flesh and spirit. But you will form your own judgment and then we can discuss the matter. There, your arm is finished. Be careful now not to strike it or to fall, and look, your companion awakes.\u201d", "context": "\u201cNay, but certain of them are brought hither for burial. It is the privilege of the rulers of Kaloon; also, I think, that the Khania has questions to ask of its Oracle.\u201d\n\n\u201cWho is its Oracle?\u201d I asked with eagerness.\n\n\u201cThe Oracle,\u201d he replied darkly, \u201cis a Voice. It was ever so, was it not?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes; I have heard that from Atene, but a voice implies a speaker. Is this speaker she whom you name Mother?\u201d\n\n\u201cPerhaps, friend Holly.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd is this Mother a spirit?\u201d\n\n\u201cIt is a point that has been much debated. They told you so in the Plains, did they not? Also the Tribes think it on the Mountain. Indeed, the thing seems reasonable, seeing that all of us who live are flesh and spirit. But you will form your own judgment and then we can discuss the matter. There, your arm is finished. Be careful now not to strike it or to fall, and look, your companion awakes.\u201d\n\nSomething over an hour later we started upon our upward journey. I was again mounted on the Khan\u2019s horse, which having been groomed and fed was somewhat rested, while to Leo a litter had been offered. This he declined, however, saying that he had now recovered and would not be carried like a woman. So he walked by the side of my horse, using his spear as a staff. We passed the fire-pit -- now full of dead, white ashes, among which were mixed those of the witch-finder and his horrible cat -- preceded by our dumb guide, at the sight of whom, in her pale wrappings, the people of the tribe who had returned to their village prostrated themselves, and so remained until she was gone by."}, {"quote": "\u201cWho is this draped hag of the Mountain that stops the path of the Khania Atene and her dead lord? My guests, I find you in ill company, for it seems that you are conducted by an evil spirit to meet an evil fate. That guide of yours must surely be something hateful and hideous, for were she a wholesome woman she would not fear to show her face.\u201d", "context": "As we went down the ravine by which we had approached the village on the previous night, a sound of chanting struck our ears. Presently the path turned, and we saw a solemn procession advancing up that dismal, sunless gorge. At the head of it rode none other than the beautiful Khania, followed by her great-uncle, the old Shaman, and after these came a company of shaven priests in their white robes, bearing between them a bier, upon which, its face uncovered, lay the body of the Khan, draped in a black garment. Yet he looked better thus than he had ever done, for now death had touched this insane and dissolute man with something of the dignity which he lacked in life.\n\nThus then we met. At the sight of our guide\u2019s white form, the horse which the Khania rode reared up so violently that I thought it would have thrown her. But she mastered the animal with her whip and voice, and called out -- \u201cWho is this draped hag of the Mountain that stops the path of the Khania Atene and her dead lord? My guests, I find you in ill company, for it seems that you are conducted by an evil spirit to meet an evil fate. That guide of yours must surely be something hateful and hideous, for were she a wholesome woman she would not fear to show her face.\u201d\n\nNow the Shaman plucked his mistress by the sleeve, and the priest Oros, bowing to her, prayed her to be silent and cease to speak such ill-omened words into the air, which might carry them she knew not whither. But some instinctive hate seemed to bubble up in Atene, and she would not be silent, for she addressed our guide using the direct \u201cthou,\u201d a manner of speech that we found was very usual on the Mountain though rare upon the Plains."}, {"quote": "\u201cLet the air carry them whither it will,", "context": "Now the Shaman plucked his mistress by the sleeve, and the priest Oros, bowing to her, prayed her to be silent and cease to speak such ill-omened words into the air, which might carry them she knew not whither. But some instinctive hate seemed to bubble up in Atene, and she would not be silent, for she addressed our guide using the direct \u201cthou,\u201d a manner of speech that we found was very usual on the Mountain though rare upon the Plains.\n\n\u201cLet the air carry them whither it will,\u201d she cried. \u201cSorceress, strip off thy rags, fit only for a corpse too vile to view. Show us what thou art, thou flitting night-owl, who thinkest to frighten me with that livery of death, which only serves to hide the death within.\u201d\n\n\u201cCease, I pray lady, cease,\u201d said Oros, stirred for once out of his imperturbable calm. \u201cShe is the Minister, none other, and with her goes the Power.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cSorceress, strip off thy rags, fit only for a corpse too vile to view. Show us what thou art, thou flitting night-owl, who thinkest to frighten me with that livery of death, which only serves to hide the death within.\u201d", "context": "Now the Shaman plucked his mistress by the sleeve, and the priest Oros, bowing to her, prayed her to be silent and cease to speak such ill-omened words into the air, which might carry them she knew not whither. But some instinctive hate seemed to bubble up in Atene, and she would not be silent, for she addressed our guide using the direct \u201cthou,\u201d a manner of speech that we found was very usual on the Mountain though rare upon the Plains.\n\n\u201cLet the air carry them whither it will,\u201d she cried. \u201cSorceress, strip off thy rags, fit only for a corpse too vile to view. Show us what thou art, thou flitting night-owl, who thinkest to frighten me with that livery of death, which only serves to hide the death within.\u201d\n\n\u201cCease, I pray lady, cease,\u201d said Oros, stirred for once out of his imperturbable calm. \u201cShe is the Minister, none other, and with her goes the Power.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen it goes not against Atene, Khania of Kaloon,\u201d she answered, \u201cor so I think. Power, forsooth! Let her show her power. If she has any it is not her own, but that of the Witch of the Mountain, who feigns to be a spirit, and by her sorceries has drawn away my guest"}, {"quote": "\u201cCease, I pray lady, cease,", "context": "Now the Shaman plucked his mistress by the sleeve, and the priest Oros, bowing to her, prayed her to be silent and cease to speak such ill-omened words into the air, which might carry them she knew not whither. But some instinctive hate seemed to bubble up in Atene, and she would not be silent, for she addressed our guide using the direct \u201cthou,\u201d a manner of speech that we found was very usual on the Mountain though rare upon the Plains.\n\n\u201cLet the air carry them whither it will,\u201d she cried. \u201cSorceress, strip off thy rags, fit only for a corpse too vile to view. Show us what thou art, thou flitting night-owl, who thinkest to frighten me with that livery of death, which only serves to hide the death within.\u201d\n\n\u201cCease, I pray lady, cease,\u201d said Oros, stirred for once out of his imperturbable calm. \u201cShe is the Minister, none other, and with her goes the Power.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen it goes not against Atene, Khania of Kaloon,\u201d she answered, \u201cor so I think. Power, forsooth! Let her show her power. If she has any it is not her own, but that of the Witch of the Mountain, who feigns to be a spirit, and by her sorceries has drawn away my guest"}, {"quote": "\u201cShe is the Minister, none other, and with her goes the Power.\u201d", "context": "Now the Shaman plucked his mistress by the sleeve, and the priest Oros, bowing to her, prayed her to be silent and cease to speak such ill-omened words into the air, which might carry them she knew not whither. But some instinctive hate seemed to bubble up in Atene, and she would not be silent, for she addressed our guide using the direct \u201cthou,\u201d a manner of speech that we found was very usual on the Mountain though rare upon the Plains.\n\n\u201cLet the air carry them whither it will,\u201d she cried. \u201cSorceress, strip off thy rags, fit only for a corpse too vile to view. Show us what thou art, thou flitting night-owl, who thinkest to frighten me with that livery of death, which only serves to hide the death within.\u201d\n\n\u201cCease, I pray lady, cease,\u201d said Oros, stirred for once out of his imperturbable calm. \u201cShe is the Minister, none other, and with her goes the Power.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen it goes not against Atene, Khania of Kaloon,\u201d she answered, \u201cor so I think. Power, forsooth! Let her show her power. If she has any it is not her own, but that of the Witch of the Mountain, who feigns to be a spirit, and by her sorceries has drawn away my guests\u201d -- and she pointed to us -- \u201cthus bringing my husband to his death.\u201d\n\n\u201cNiece, be silent!\u201d said the old Shaman, whose wrinkled face was white with terror, whilst Oros held up his hands as though in supplication to some unseen Strength, saying --"}, {"quote": "\u201cThen it goes not against Atene, Khania of Kaloon,", "context": "\u201cSorceress, strip off thy rags, fit only for a corpse too vile to view. Show us what thou art, thou flitting night-owl, who thinkest to frighten me with that livery of death, which only serves to hide the death within.\u201d\n\n\u201cCease, I pray lady, cease,\u201d said Oros, stirred for once out of his imperturbable calm. \u201cShe is the Minister, none other, and with her goes the Power.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen it goes not against Atene, Khania of Kaloon,\u201d she answered, \u201cor so I think. Power, forsooth! Let her show her power. If she has any it is not her own, but that of the Witch of the Mountain, who feigns to be a spirit, and by her sorceries has drawn away my guests\u201d -- and she pointed to us -- \u201cthus bringing my husband to his death.\u201d\n\n\u201cNiece, be silent!\u201d said the old Shaman, whose wrinkled face was white with terror, whilst Oros held up his hands as though in supplication to some unseen Strength, saying --"}, {"quote": "\u201cor so I think. Power, forsooth! Let her show her power. If she has any it is not her own, but that of the Witch of the Mountain, who feigns to be a spirit, and by her sorceries has drawn away my guests", "context": "\u201cSorceress, strip off thy rags, fit only for a corpse too vile to view. Show us what thou art, thou flitting night-owl, who thinkest to frighten me with that livery of death, which only serves to hide the death within.\u201d\n\n\u201cCease, I pray lady, cease,\u201d said Oros, stirred for once out of his imperturbable calm. \u201cShe is the Minister, none other, and with her goes the Power.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen it goes not against Atene, Khania of Kaloon,\u201d she answered, \u201cor so I think. Power, forsooth! Let her show her power. If she has any it is not her own, but that of the Witch of the Mountain, who feigns to be a spirit, and by her sorceries has drawn away my guests\u201d -- and she pointed to us -- \u201cthus bringing my husband to his death.\u201d\n\n\u201cNiece, be silent!\u201d said the old Shaman, whose wrinkled face was white with terror, whilst Oros held up his hands as though in supplication to some unseen Strength, saying -- \u201cO thou that hearest and seest, be merciful, I beseech thee, and forgive this woman her madness, lest the blood of a guest should stain the hands of thy servants, and the ancient honour of our worship be brought low in the eyes of men.\u201d"}, {"quote": "\u201cthus bringing my husband to his death.\u201d", "context": "\u201d said Oros, stirred for once out of his imperturbable calm. \u201cShe is the Minister, none other, and with her goes the Power.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen it goes not against Atene, Khania of Kaloon,\u201d she answered, \u201cor so I think. Power, forsooth! Let her show her power. If she has any it is not her own, but that of the Witch of the Mountain, who feigns to be a spirit, and by her sorceries has drawn away my guests\u201d -- and she pointed to us -- \u201cthus bringing my husband to his death.\u201d\n\n\u201cNiece, be silent!\u201d said the old Shaman, whose wrinkled face was white with terror, whilst Oros held up his hands as though in supplication to some unseen Strength, saying -- \u201cO thou that hearest and seest, be merciful, I beseech thee, and forgive this woman her madness, lest the blood of a guest should stain the hands of thy servants, and the ancient honour of our worship be brought low in the eyes of men.\u201d\n\nThus he prayed, but although his hands were uplifted, it seemed to me that his eyes were fixed upon our guide, as ours were. While he spoke, I saw her hand raised, as she had raised it when she slew or rather sentenced the witch-doctor. Then she seemed to reflect, and stayed it in mid air, so that it pointed at the Khania. She did not move, she made no sound, only she pointed, and the angry words died upon Atene\u2019s lips, the fury left her eyes, and the colour her face. Yes, she grew white and silent as the corpse upon the bier behind her. Then, cowed by that invisible power, she struck her horse so fiercely that it bounded by us onward towards the village, at which the funeral company were to rest awhile."}, {"quote": "\u201cNiece, be silent!", "context": "\u201cShe is the Minister, none other, and with her goes the Power.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen it goes not against Atene, Khania of Kaloon,\u201d she answered, \u201cor so I think. Power, forsooth! Let her show her power. If she has any it is not her own, but that of the Witch of the Mountain, who feigns to be a spirit, and by her sorceries has drawn away my guests\u201d -- and she pointed to us -- \u201cthus bringing my husband to his death.\u201d\n\n\u201cNiece, be silent!\u201d said the old Shaman, whose wrinkled face was white with terror, whilst Oros held up his hands as though in supplication to some unseen Strength, saying -- \u201cO thou that hearest and seest, be merciful, I beseech thee, and forgive this woman her madness, lest the blood of a guest should stain the hands of thy servants, and the ancient honour of our worship be brought low in the eyes of men.\u201d\n\nThus he prayed, but although his hands were uplifted, it seemed to me that his eyes were fixed upon our guide, as ours were. While he spoke, I saw her hand raised, as she had raised it when she slew or rather sentenced the witch-doctor. Then she seemed to reflect, and stayed it in mid air, so that it pointed at the Khania. She did not move, she made no sound, only she pointed, and the angry words died upon Atene\u2019s lips, the fury left her eyes, and the colour her face. Yes, she grew white and silent as the corpse upon the bier behind her. Then, cowed by that invisible power, she struck her horse so fiercely that it bounded by us onward towards the village, at which the funeral company were to rest awhile."}, {"quote": "\u201cO thou that hearest and seest, be merciful, I beseech thee, and forgive this woman her madness, lest the blood of a guest should stain the hands of thy servants, and the ancient honour of our worship be brought low in the eyes of men.\u201d", "context": "\u201cor so I think. Power, forsooth! Let her show her power. If she has any it is not her own, but that of the Witch of the Mountain, who feigns to be a spirit, and by her sorceries has drawn away my guests\u201d -- and she pointed to us -- \u201cthus bringing my husband to his death.\u201d\n\n\u201cNiece, be silent!\u201d said the old Shaman, whose wrinkled face was white with terror, whilst Oros held up his hands as though in supplication to some unseen Strength, saying -- \u201cO thou that hearest and seest, be merciful, I beseech thee, and forgive this woman her madness, lest the blood of a guest should stain the hands of thy servants, and the ancient honour of our worship be brought low in the eyes of men.\u201d\n\nThus he prayed, but although his hands were uplifted, it seemed to me that his eyes were fixed upon our guide, as ours were. While he spoke, I saw her hand raised, as she had raised it when she slew or rather sentenced the witch-doctor. Then she seemed to reflect, and stayed it in mid air, so that it pointed at the Khania. She did not move, she made no sound, only she pointed, and the angry words died upon Atene\u2019s lips, the fury left her eyes, and the colour her face. Yes, she grew white and silent as the corpse upon the bier behind her. Then, cowed by that invisible power, she struck her horse so fiercely that it bounded by us onward towards the village, at which the funeral company were to rest awhile."}, {"quote": "\u201cMagician, we have met before, for instance, when your lady\u2019s father was brought to his funeral. Warn her, then, you that know something of the truth and of her power to speak more gently of the ruler of this land. Say to her, from me, that had she not been the ambassadress of death, and, therefore, inviolate, surely ere now she would have shared her husband\u2019s bier. Farewell, tomorrow we will speak again,", "context": "Thus he prayed, but although his hands were uplifted, it seemed to me that his eyes were fixed upon our guide, as ours were. While he spoke, I saw her hand raised, as she had raised it when she slew or rather sentenced the witch-doctor. Then she seemed to reflect, and stayed it in mid air, so that it pointed at the Khania. She did not move, she made no sound, only she pointed, and the angry words died upon Atene\u2019s lips, the fury left her eyes, and the colour her face. Yes, she grew white and silent as the corpse upon the bier behind her. Then, cowed by that invisible power, she struck her horse so fiercely that it bounded by us onward towards the village, at which the funeral company were to rest awhile.\n\nAs the Shaman Simbri followed the Khania, the priest Oros caught his horse\u2019s bridle and said to him -- \u201cMagician, we have met before, for instance, when your lady\u2019s father was brought to his funeral. Warn her, then, you that know something of the truth and of her power to speak more gently of the ruler of this land. Say to her, from me, that had she not been the ambassadress of death, and, therefore, inviolate, surely ere now she would have shared her husband\u2019s bier. Farewell, tomorrow we will speak again,\u201d and, loosing the Shaman\u2019s bridle, Oros passed on.\n\nSoon we had left the melancholy procession behind us and, issuing from the gorge, turned up the Mountain slope towards the edge of the bright snows that lay not far above. It was as we came out of this darksome valley, where the overhanging pine trees almost eclipsed the light, that suddenly we missed our guide.\n\n\u201cHas she gone back to -- to reason with the Khania?\u201d I asked of Oros."}, {"quote": "\u201cHas she gone back to -- to reason with the Khania?", "context": "\u201cMagician, we have met before, for instance, when your lady\u2019s father was brought to his funeral. Warn her, then, you that know something of the truth and of her power to speak more gently of the ruler of this land. Say to her, from me, that had she not been the ambassadress of death, and, therefore, inviolate, surely ere now she would have shared her husband\u2019s bier. Farewell, tomorrow we will speak again,\u201d and, loosing the Shaman\u2019s bridle, Oros passed on.\n\nSoon we had left the melancholy procession behind us and, issuing from the gorge, turned up the Mountain slope towards the edge of the bright snows that lay not far above. It was as we came out of this darksome valley, where the overhanging pine trees almost eclipsed the light, that suddenly we missed our guide.\n\n\u201cHas she gone back to -- to reason with the Khania?\u201d I asked of Oros.\n\n\u201cNay!\u201d he answered, with a slight smile, \u201cI think that she has gone forward to give warning that the Hesea\u2019s guests draw near.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed,\u201d I answered, staring hard at the bare slope of mountain, up which not a mouse could have passed without being seen. \u201cI understand -- she has gone forward,\u201d and the matter dropped. But what I did not understand was -- how she had gone. As the Mountain was honeycombed with caves and galleries, I suppose, however, that she entered one of them."}, {"quote": "\u201cI think that she has gone forward to give warning that the Hesea\u2019s guests draw near.\u201d", "context": "Soon we had left the melancholy procession behind us and, issuing from the gorge, turned up the Mountain slope towards the edge of the bright snows that lay not far above. It was as we came out of this darksome valley, where the overhanging pine trees almost eclipsed the light, that suddenly we missed our guide.\n\n\u201cHas she gone back to -- to reason with the Khania?\u201d I asked of Oros.\n\n\u201cNay!\u201d he answered, with a slight smile, \u201cI think that she has gone forward to give warning that the Hesea\u2019s guests draw near.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed,\u201d I answered, staring hard at the bare slope of mountain, up which not a mouse could have passed without being seen. \u201cI understand -- she has gone forward,\u201d and the matter dropped. But what I did not understand was -- how she had gone. As the Mountain was honeycombed with caves and galleries, I suppose, however, that she entered one of them.\n\nAll the rest of that day we marched upwards, gradually drawing nearer to the snow-line, as we went gathering what information we could from the priest Oros. This was the sum of it -- From the beginning of the world, as he expressed it, that is, from thousands and thousands of years ago, this Mountain had been the home of a peculiar fire-worship, of which the head heirophant was a woman. About twenty centuries before, however, the invading general named Rassen, had made himself Khan of Kaloon. Rassen established a new priestess on the Mountain, a worshipper of the Egyptian goddess, Hes, or Isis. This priestess had introduced certain modifications in the ancient doctrines, superseding the cult of fire, pure and simple, by a new faith, which, while holding to some of the old ceremonies, revered as its head the Spirit of Life or Nature, of whom they looked upon their priestess as the earthly representative."}, {"quote": "\u201cI understand -- she has gone forward,", "context": "Soon we had left the melancholy procession behind us and, issuing from the gorge, turned up the Mountain slope towards the edge of the bright snows that lay not far above. It was as we came out of this darksome valley, where the overhanging pine trees almost eclipsed the light, that suddenly we missed our guide.\n\n\u201cHas she gone back to -- to reason with the Khania?\u201d I asked of Oros.\n\n\u201cNay!\u201d he answered, with a slight smile, \u201cI think that she has gone forward to give warning that the Hesea\u2019s guests draw near.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed,\u201d I answered, staring hard at the bare slope of mountain, up which not a mouse could have passed without being seen. \u201cI understand -- she has gone forward,\u201d and the matter dropped. But what I did not understand was -- how she had gone. As the Mountain was honeycombed with caves and galleries, I suppose, however, that she entered one of them.\n\nAll the rest of that day we marched upwards, gradually drawing nearer to the snow-line, as we went gathering what information we could from the priest Oros. This was the sum of it -- From the beginning of the world, as he expressed it, that is, from thousands and thousands of years ago, this Mountain had been the home of a peculiar fire-worship, of which the head heirophant was a woman. About twenty centuries before, however, the invading general named Rassen, had made himself Khan of Kaloon. Rassen established a new priestess on the Mountain, a worshipper of the Egyptian goddess, Hes, or Isis. This priestess had introduced certain modifications in the ancient doctrines, superseding the cult of fire, pure and simple, by a new faith, which, while holding to some of the old ceremonies, revered as its head the Spirit of Life or Nature, of whom they looked upon their priestess as the earthly representative."}, {"quote": "\u201cever present,", "context": "All the rest of that day we marched upwards, gradually drawing nearer to the snow-line, as we went gathering what information we could from the priest Oros. This was the sum of it -- From the beginning of the world, as he expressed it, that is, from thousands and thousands of years ago, this Mountain had been the home of a peculiar fire-worship, of which the head heirophant was a woman. About twenty centuries before, however, the invading general named Rassen, had made himself Khan of Kaloon. Rassen established a new priestess on the Mountain, a worshipper of the Egyptian goddess, Hes, or Isis. This priestess had introduced certain modifications in the ancient doctrines, superseding the cult of fire, pure and simple, by a new faith, which, while holding to some of the old ceremonies, revered as its head the Spirit of Life or Nature, of whom they looked upon their priestess as the earthly representative.\n\nOf this priestess Oros would only tell us that she was \u201cever present,\u201d although we gathered that when one priestess died or was \u201ctaken to the fire,\u201d as he put it, her child, whether in fact or by adoption, succeeded her and was known by the same names, those of \u201cHes\u201d or the \u201cHesea\u201d and \u201cMother.\u201d We asked if we should see this Mother, to which he answered that she manifested herself very rarely. As to her appearance and attributes he would say nothing, except that the former changed from time to time and that when she chose to use it she had"}, {"quote": "\u201ctaken to the fire,", "context": "All the rest of that day we marched upwards, gradually drawing nearer to the snow-line, as we went gathering what information we could from the priest Oros. This was the sum of it -- From the beginning of the world, as he expressed it, that is, from thousands and thousands of years ago, this Mountain had been the home of a peculiar fire-worship, of which the head heirophant was a woman. About twenty centuries before, however, the invading general named Rassen, had made himself Khan of Kaloon. Rassen established a new priestess on the Mountain, a worshipper of the Egyptian goddess, Hes, or Isis. This priestess had introduced certain modifications in the ancient doctrines, superseding the cult of fire, pure and simple, by a new faith, which, while holding to some of the old ceremonies, revered as its head the Spirit of Life or Nature, of whom they looked upon their priestess as the earthly representative.\n\nOf this priestess Oros would only tell us that she was \u201cever present,\u201d although we gathered that when one priestess died or was \u201ctaken to the fire,\u201d as he put it, her child, whether in fact or by adoption, succeeded her and was known by the same names, those of \u201cHes\u201d or the \u201cHesea\u201d and \u201cMother.\u201d We asked if we should see this Mother, to which he answered that she manifested herself very rarely. As to her appearance and attributes he would say nothing, except that the former changed from time to time and that when she chose to use it she had \u201call power.\u201d\n\nThe priests of her College, he informed us, numbered three hundred, never more nor less, and there were also three hundred priestesses. Certain of those who desired it were allowed to marry, and from among their children were reared up the new generation of priests and priestesses. Thus they were a people apart from all others, with distinct racial characteristics. This, indeed, was evident, for our escort were all exceedingly like to each other, very handsome and refined in appearance, with dark eyes, clean-cut features and olive-hued skins; such a people as might well have descended from Easterns of high blood, with a dash of that of the Egyptians and Greeks thrown in."}, {"quote": "\u201cMother.", "context": "All the rest of that day we marched upwards, gradually drawing nearer to the snow-line, as we went gathering what information we could from the priest Oros. This was the sum of it -- From the beginning of the world, as he expressed it, that is, from thousands and thousands of years ago, this Mountain had been the home of a peculiar fire-worship, of which the head heirophant was a woman. About twenty centuries before, however, the invading general named Rassen, had made himself Khan of Kaloon. Rassen established a new priestess on the Mountain, a worshipper of the Egyptian goddess, Hes, or Isis. This priestess had introduced certain modifications in the ancient doctrines, superseding the cult of fire, pure and simple, by a new faith, which, while holding to some of the old ceremonies, revered as its head the Spirit of Life or Nature, of whom they looked upon their priestess as the earthly representative.\n\nOf this priestess Oros would only tell us that she was \u201cever present,\u201d although we gathered that when one priestess died or was \u201ctaken to the fire,\u201d as he put it, her child, whether in fact or by adoption, succeeded her and was known by the same names, those of \u201cHes\u201d or the \u201cHesea\u201d and \u201cMother.\u201d We asked if we should see this Mother, to which he answered that she manifested herself very rarely. As to her appearance and attributes he would say nothing, except that the former changed from time to time and that when she chose to use it she had \u201call power.\u201d\n\nThe priests of her College, he informed us, numbered three hundred, never more nor less, and there were also three hundred priestesses. Certain of those who desired it were allowed to marry, and from among their children were reared up the new generation of priests and priestesses. Thus they were a people apart from all others, with distinct racial characteristics. This, indeed, was evident, for our escort were all exceedingly like to each other, very handsome and refined in appearance, with dark eyes, clean-cut features and olive-hued skins; such a people as might well have descended from Easterns of high blood, with a dash of that of the Egyptians and Greeks thrown in."}, {"quote": "\u201call power.\u201d", "context": "\u201d although we gathered that when one priestess died or was \u201ctaken to the fire,\u201d as he put it, her child, whether in fact or by adoption, succeeded her and was known by the same names, those of \u201cHes\u201d or the \u201cHesea\u201d and \u201cMother.\u201d We asked if we should see this Mother, to which he answered that she manifested herself very rarely. As to her appearance and attributes he would say nothing, except that the former changed from time to time and that when she chose to use it she had \u201call power.\u201d\n\nThe priests of her College, he informed us, numbered three hundred, never more nor less, and there were also three hundred priestesses. Certain of those who desired it were allowed to marry, and from among their children were reared up the new generation of priests and priestesses. Thus they were a people apart from all others, with distinct racial characteristics. This, indeed, was evident, for our escort were all exceedingly like to each other, very handsome and refined in appearance, with dark eyes, clean-cut features and olive-hued skins; such a people as might well have descended from Easterns of high blood, with a dash of that of the Egyptians and Greeks thrown in."}, {"quote": "\u201cDo these candles of yours ever go out?", "context": "You will wonder how so great a place was lighted, but I think that never would you guess. Thus -- by twisted columns of living flame! I counted eighteen of them, but there may have been others. They sprang from the floor at regular intervals along the lines of what in a cathedral would be the aisles. Right to the roof they sprang, of even height and girth, so fierce was the force of the natural gas that drove them, and there were lost, I suppose, through chimneys bored in the thickness of the rock. Nor did they give off smell or smoke, or in that great, cold place, any heat which could be noticed, only an intense white light like that of molten iron, and a sharp hissing noise as of a million angry snakes.\n\nThe huge temple was utterly deserted, and, save for this sybilant, pervading sound, utterly silent; an awesome, an overpowering place.\n\n\u201cDo these candles of yours ever go out?\u201d asked Leo of Oros, placing his hand before his dazzled eyes.\n\n\u201cHow can they,\u201d replied the priest, in his smooth, matter-of-fact voice, \u201cseeing that they rise from the eternal fire which the builders of this hall worshipped? Thus they have burned from the beginning, and thus they will burn for ever, though, if we wish it, we can shut off their light.[4] Be pleased to follow me: you will see greater things.\u201d\n\n[4] This, as I ascertained afterwards, was done by thrusting a broad stone of great thickness over the apertures through which the gas or fire rushed and thus cutting off the air. These stones were worked to and fro by means of pulleys connected with iron rods. -- L. H. H."}, {"quote": "\u201cseeing that they rise from the eternal fire which the builders of this hall worshipped? Thus they have burned from the beginning, and thus they will burn for ever, though, if we wish it, we can shut off their light.[4] Be pleased to follow me: you will see greater things.\u201d", "context": "You will wonder how so great a place was lighted, but I think that never would you guess. Thus -- by twisted columns of living flame! I counted eighteen of them, but there may have been others. They sprang from the floor at regular intervals along the lines of what in a cathedral would be the aisles. Right to the roof they sprang, of even height and girth, so fierce was the force of the natural gas that drove them, and there were lost, I suppose, through chimneys bored in the thickness of the rock. Nor did they give off smell or smoke, or in that great, cold place, any heat which could be noticed, only an intense white light like that of molten iron, and a sharp hissing noise as of a million angry snakes.\n\nThe huge temple was utterly deserted, and, save for this sybilant, pervading sound, utterly silent; an awesome, an overpowering place.\n\n\u201cDo these candles of yours ever go out?\u201d asked Leo of Oros, placing his hand before his dazzled eyes.\n\n\u201cHow can they,\u201d replied the priest, in his smooth, matter-of-fact voice, \u201cseeing that they rise from the eternal fire which the builders of this hall worshipped? Thus they have burned from the beginning, and thus they will burn for ever, though, if we wish it, we can shut off their light.[4] Be pleased to follow me: you will see greater things.\u201d\n\n[4] This, as I ascertained afterwards, was done by thrusting a broad stone of great thickness over the apertures through which the gas or fire rushed and thus cutting off the air. These stones were worked to and fro by means of pulleys connected with iron rods. -- L. H. H.\n\nSo in awed silence we followed, and, oh! how small and miserable we three human beings looked alone in that vast temple illuminated by this lightning radiance. We reached the end of it at length, only to find that to right and left ran transepts on a like gigantic scale and lit in the same amazing fashion. Here Oros bade us halt, and we waited a little while, till presently, from either transept arose a sound of chanting, and we perceived two white-robed processions advancing towards us from their depths."}, {"quote": "\u201cDraw nigh, now, O Wanderers well-beloved, and give greeting to the Mother,", "context": "While we gazed at its enchanting beauty, the priests and priestesses, filing away to right and left, arranged themselves alternately, first a man and then a woman, within the ring of the columns of fire that burned around the loop-shaped shrine. So great was its circumference that the whole hundred of them must stand wide apart one from another, and, to our sight, resembled little lonely children clad in gleaming garments, while their chant of worship reached us only like echoes thrown from a far precipice. In short, the effect of this holy shrine and its occupants was superb yet overwhelming, at least I know that it filled me with a feeling akin to fear.\n\nOros waited till the last priest had reached his appointed place. Then he turned and said, in his gentle, reverent tones -- \u201cDraw nigh, now, O Wanderers well-beloved, and give greeting to the Mother,\u201d and he pointed towards the statue.\n\n\u201cWhere is she?\u201d asked Leo, in a whisper, for here we scarcely dared to speak aloud. \u201cI see no one.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Hesea dwells yonder,\u201d he answered, and, taking each of us by the hand, he led us forward across the great emptiness of the apse to the altar at its head.\n\nAs we drew near the distant chant of the priests gathered in volume, assuming a glad, triumphant note, and it seemed to me -- though this, perhaps was fancy -- that the light from the twisted columns of flame grew even brighter."}, {"quote": "\u201cThe Hesea dwells yonder,", "context": "While we gazed at its enchanting beauty, the priests and priestesses, filing away to right and left, arranged themselves alternately, first a man and then a woman, within the ring of the columns of fire that burned around the loop-shaped shrine. So great was its circumference that the whole hundred of them must stand wide apart one from another, and, to our sight, resembled little lonely children clad in gleaming garments, while their chant of worship reached us only like echoes thrown from a far precipice. In short, the effect of this holy shrine and its occupants was superb yet overwhelming, at least I know that it filled me with a feeling akin to fear.\n\nOros waited till the last priest had reached his appointed place. Then he turned and said, in his gentle, reverent tones -- \u201cDraw nigh, now, O Wanderers well-beloved, and give greeting to the Mother,\u201d and he pointed towards the statue.\n\n\u201cWhere is she?\u201d asked Leo, in a whisper, for here we scarcely dared to speak aloud. \u201cI see no one.\u201d\n\n\u201cThe Hesea dwells yonder,\u201d he answered, and, taking each of us by the hand, he led us forward across the great emptiness of the apse to the altar at its head.\n\nAs we drew near the distant chant of the priests gathered in volume, assuming a glad, triumphant note, and it seemed to me -- though this, perhaps was fancy -- that the light from the twisted columns of flame grew even brighter.\n\nAt length we were there, and, Oros, loosing our hands, prostrated himself thrice before the altar. Then he rose again, and, falling behind us, stood in silence with bent head and folded fingers. We stood silent also, our hearts filled with mingled hope and fear like a cup with wine."}, {"quote": "\"Suppose we go in now and see the pictures,", "context": "The Winter Palace itself the girls discovered to be a Renaissance building, with one side facing the river and the other a broad square. Their sleigh stopped by the tall monolith column commemorating Alexander the First, which stands almost directly in front of the Palace. Leading from the Palace to the Hermitage, once the palace of the great Catherine, is a covered archway.\n\nThe Hermitage is one of the greatest art museums in the world and contains one of the finest collections of paintings in Europe. Although the two Red Cross girls had now been in Petrograd several weeks, neither of them had yet been inside the famous gallery.\n\n\"Suppose we go in now and see the pictures,\" Barbara proposed. \"We might as well take advantage of our opportunities, even if we are miserable,\" she added with the characteristic wrinkling of her small nose. \"Besides, I'm frozen, and you must be more so, Nona. How I have adored my squirrel coat and cap ever since we came to this arctic zone! Thank fortune, our Countess has loaned you some furs, Nona! Do you know, I really am not so surprised that your mother was a Russian noble woman. You look like my idea of a Russian princess, with your pale gold hair showing against that brown fur. Who knows, maybe you'll turn into a Russian princess some day! But shall I tell our driver to stop?\""}, {"quote": "\"We might as well take advantage of our opportunities, even if we are miserable,", "context": "The Winter Palace itself the girls discovered to be a Renaissance building, with one side facing the river and the other a broad square. Their sleigh stopped by the tall monolith column commemorating Alexander the First, which stands almost directly in front of the Palace. Leading from the Palace to the Hermitage, once the palace of the great Catherine, is a covered archway.\n\nThe Hermitage is one of the greatest art museums in the world and contains one of the finest collections of paintings in Europe. Although the two Red Cross girls had now been in Petrograd several weeks, neither of them had yet been inside the famous gallery.\n\n\"Suppose we go in now and see the pictures,\" Barbara proposed. \"We might as well take advantage of our opportunities, even if we are miserable,\" she added with the characteristic wrinkling of her small nose. \"Besides, I'm frozen, and you must be more so, Nona. How I have adored my squirrel coat and cap ever since we came to this arctic zone! Thank fortune, our Countess has loaned you some furs, Nona! Do you know, I really am not so surprised that your mother was a Russian noble woman. You look like my idea of a Russian princess, with your pale gold hair showing against that brown fur. Who knows, maybe you'll turn into a Russian princess some day! But shall I tell our driver to stop?\""}, {"quote": "\"Besides, I'm frozen, and you must be more so, Nona. How I have adored my squirrel coat and cap ever since we came to this arctic zone! Thank fortune, our Countess has loaned you some furs, Nona! Do you know, I really am not so surprised that your mother was a Russian noble woman. You look like my idea of a Russian princess, with your pale gold hair showing against that brown fur. Who knows, maybe you'll turn into a Russian princess some day! But shall I tell our driver to stop?\"", "context": "The Winter Palace itself the girls discovered to be a Renaissance building, with one side facing the river and the other a broad square. Their sleigh stopped by the tall monolith column commemorating Alexander the First, which stands almost directly in front of the Palace. Leading from the Palace to the Hermitage, once the palace of the great Catherine, is a covered archway.\n\nThe Hermitage is one of the greatest art museums in the world and contains one of the finest collections of paintings in Europe. Although the two Red Cross girls had now been in Petrograd several weeks, neither of them had yet been inside the famous gallery.\n\n\"Suppose we go in now and see the pictures,\" Barbara proposed. \"We might as well take advantage of our opportunities, even if we are miserable,\" she added with the characteristic wrinkling of her small nose. \"Besides, I'm frozen, and you must be more so, Nona. How I have adored my squirrel coat and cap ever since we came to this arctic zone! Thank fortune, our Countess has loaned you some furs, Nona! Do you know, I really am not so surprised that your mother was a Russian noble woman. You look like my idea of a Russian princess, with your pale gold hair showing against that brown fur. Who knows, maybe you'll turn into a Russian princess some day! But shall I tell our driver to stop?\"\n\nNona Davis shook her head, smiling and yet rather pathetic, in spite of her lovely appearance in borrowed finery.\n\n\"I don't want to be a Russian princess, Bab, or a Russian anything, I am afraid, in spite of my heritage. I think it a good deal nicer to be engaged to an American like Dick Thornton. If you don't mind, let's don't try to see the pictures today. I am tired and we ought to be fresh for such an experience. If you are cold, suppose we go back into the center of the town and walk about for a while. Then we can send the sleigh home to the Countess. I don't feel that we should keep it for our use the entire afternoon, and if we stop to look at the pictures it would take the rest of the day. There are some queer side streets that join the Nevski Prospect I should like to see.\""}, {"quote": "\"I don't want to be a Russian princess, Bab, or a Russian anything, I am afraid, in spite of my heritage. I think it a good deal nicer to be engaged to an American like Dick Thornton. If you don't mind, let's don't try to see the pictures today. I am tired and we ought to be fresh for such an experience. If you are cold, suppose we go back into the center of the town and walk about for a while. Then we can send the sleigh home to the Countess. I don't feel that we should keep it for our use the entire afternoon, and if we stop to look at the pictures it would take the rest of the day. There are some queer side streets that join the Nevski Prospect I should like to see.\"", "context": "\"Besides, I'm frozen, and you must be more so, Nona. How I have adored my squirrel coat and cap ever since we came to this arctic zone! Thank fortune, our Countess has loaned you some furs, Nona! Do you know, I really am not so surprised that your mother was a Russian noble woman. You look like my idea of a Russian princess, with your pale gold hair showing against that brown fur. Who knows, maybe you'll turn into a Russian princess some day! But shall I tell our driver to stop?\"\n\nNona Davis shook her head, smiling and yet rather pathetic, in spite of her lovely appearance in borrowed finery.\n\n\"I don't want to be a Russian princess, Bab, or a Russian anything, I am afraid, in spite of my heritage. I think it a good deal nicer to be engaged to an American like Dick Thornton. If you don't mind, let's don't try to see the pictures today. I am tired and we ought to be fresh for such an experience. If you are cold, suppose we go back into the center of the town and walk about for a while. Then we can send the sleigh home to the Countess. I don't feel that we should keep it for our use the entire afternoon, and if we stop to look at the pictures it would take the rest of the day. There are some queer side streets that join the Nevski Prospect I should like to see.\"\n\nThe Countess Sergius lived about two miles away from the Winter Palace. When the girls were within a quarter of a mile of the house where they were guests, they finally got out of the sleigh. Their driver was an old man with a long beard and not the character of servant the American Countess would have employed under ordinary conditions. But her former young men servants were in the army, and like other wealthy families in Russia at this time, she was glad to employ any one possible.\n\nHowever, Nona undertook to make the man understand that they would not need his services again that afternoon. She had more of a gift for languages than the western girl and her knowledge of French was always useful. So after a little hesitation, the big sleigh at last drove away. And actually for the first time since their arrival in Petrograd Nona and Barbara found themselves alone in the Russian streets."}, {"quote": "\"Let us go into one of the shops and buy a few trinkets,", "context": "After a five minutes walk they found themselves in another world.\n\nOn the Nevski Prospect they were in Europe; here they were in Asia.\n\nIt was curious, but even the smells were different. These were Asiatic odors, if the girls had only known, queer smells of musk and attar of roses and other less pleasant things.\n\nThe Russian women and children were crowding the narrow streets, while inside the little shops the wares were displayed on big tables. In the summer time these goods were sold on open stalls in the streets.\n\n\"Let us go into one of the shops and buy a few trinkets,\" Barbara suggested. \"I would like to own one of those embroidered Russian aprons.\"\n\nThen she stopped, her attention caught, as Nona's had been, by a sudden rustling in the air above them. A moment later a flock of gray and white pigeons was crowding about their feet. These also were the pigeons that haunt the thoroughfares of the east.\n\nPersonally Nona Davis would have preferred remaining outside in the fresh air. She was cold, but she objected to the squalid atmosphere of the interior of so many Russian houses. However, she could not refuse to agree to every request Barbara made of her all that afternoon."}, {"quote": "\"I would like to own one of those embroidered Russian aprons.\"", "context": "It was curious, but even the smells were different. These were Asiatic odors, if the girls had only known, queer smells of musk and attar of roses and other less pleasant things.\n\nThe Russian women and children were crowding the narrow streets, while inside the little shops the wares were displayed on big tables. In the summer time these goods were sold on open stalls in the streets.\n\n\"Let us go into one of the shops and buy a few trinkets,\" Barbara suggested. \"I would like to own one of those embroidered Russian aprons.\"\n\nThen she stopped, her attention caught, as Nona's had been, by a sudden rustling in the air above them. A moment later a flock of gray and white pigeons was crowding about their feet. These also were the pigeons that haunt the thoroughfares of the east.\n\nPersonally Nona Davis would have preferred remaining outside in the fresh air. She was cold, but she objected to the squalid atmosphere of the interior of so many Russian houses. However, she could not refuse to agree to every request Barbara made of her all that afternoon."}, {"quote": "\"In the Cathedral of St. Isaac, toward the left and in the rear of the church at three o'clock tomorrow,", "context": "What Nona finally learned was, that Katja was imploring her to meet her somewhere the next day, where they could talk without being observed.\n\nNona knew of no place except the one that was always open to rich and poor alike in Russia. And she had to think quickly. Yet the churches had always been their refuge ever since the arrival of the four Red Cross girls in Europe.\n\nAt the same moment Nona could only recall the most celebrated Russian church in Petrograd. She must lose no time, for even Barbara must not learn of her mission, and Barbara might turn and come back to join her at any moment.\n\n\"In the Cathedral of St. Isaac, toward the left and in the rear of the church at three o'clock tomorrow,\" Nona murmured. And Katja must have understood, for she went away at once.\n\nIt was just as well, because at almost the same moment Barbara returned to join Nona, her arms full of queer-shaped packages, and looking happier than she had since their arrival in the Russian city.\n\nCHAPTER XIII\n\nThe Next Step\n\nThe following afternoon it seemed to Nona Davis that all Petrograd was a-glitter with onion-shaped domes. The Russian priests explained that these domes were really shaped like folded rosebuds, symbolizing the church on earth that was to blossom in heaven. But to see them in this fashion required a Russian imagination."}, {"quote": "\"By their so-called prayers,", "context": "[Song Sang-in matriculated in 1601. He was a just man, and feared by the dishonest element of the Court. In 1605 he graduated and became a provincial governor. He nearly lost his life in the disturbances of the reign of King Kwang-hai, and was exiled to Quelpart for a period of ten years, but in the spring of 1623 he was recalled.]\n\nThe Story\n\nThere was a Korean once, called Song Sang-in, whose mind was upright and whose spirit was true. He hated witches with all his might, and regarded them as deceivers of the people. \"By their so-called prayers,\" said he, \"they devour the people's goods. There is no limit to the foolishness and extravagance that accompanies them. This doctrine of theirs is all nonsense. Would that I could rid the earth of them and wipe out their names for ever.\"\n\nSome time later Song was appointed magistrate of Nam Won County in Chulla Province. On his arrival he issued the following order: \"If any witch is found in this county, let her be beaten to death.\" The whole place was so thoroughly spied upon that all the witches made their escape to other prefectures. The magistrate thought,"}, {"quote": "\"they devour the people's goods. There is no limit to the foolishness and extravagance that accompanies them. This doctrine of theirs is all nonsense. Would that I could rid the earth of them and wipe out their names for ever.\"", "context": "[Song Sang-in matriculated in 1601. He was a just man, and feared by the dishonest element of the Court. In 1605 he graduated and became a provincial governor. He nearly lost his life in the disturbances of the reign of King Kwang-hai, and was exiled to Quelpart for a period of ten years, but in the spring of 1623 he was recalled.]\n\nThe Story\n\nThere was a Korean once, called Song Sang-in, whose mind was upright and whose spirit was true. He hated witches with all his might, and regarded them as deceivers of the people. \"By their so-called prayers,\" said he, \"they devour the people's goods. There is no limit to the foolishness and extravagance that accompanies them. This doctrine of theirs is all nonsense. Would that I could rid the earth of them and wipe out their names for ever.\"\n\nSome time later Song was appointed magistrate of Nam Won County in Chulla Province. On his arrival he issued the following order: \"If any witch is found in this county, let her be beaten to death.\" The whole place was so thoroughly spied upon that all the witches made their escape to other prefectures. The magistrate thought, \"Now we are rid of them, and that ends the matter for this county at any rate.\"\n\nOn a certain day he went out for a walk, and rested for a time at Kwang-han Pavilion. As he looked out from his coign of vantage, he saw a woman approaching on horseback with a witch's drum on her head. He looked intently to make sure, and to his astonishment he saw that she was indeed a mutang (witch). He sent a yamen-runner to have her arrested, and when she was brought before him he asked,"}, {"quote": "\"If any witch is found in this county, let her be beaten to death.", "context": "There was a Korean once, called Song Sang-in, whose mind was upright and whose spirit was true. He hated witches with all his might, and regarded them as deceivers of the people. \"By their so-called prayers,\" said he, \"they devour the people's goods. There is no limit to the foolishness and extravagance that accompanies them. This doctrine of theirs is all nonsense. Would that I could rid the earth of them and wipe out their names for ever.\"\n\nSome time later Song was appointed magistrate of Nam Won County in Chulla Province. On his arrival he issued the following order: \"If any witch is found in this county, let her be beaten to death.\" The whole place was so thoroughly spied upon that all the witches made their escape to other prefectures. The magistrate thought, \"Now we are rid of them, and that ends the matter for this county at any rate.\"\n\nOn a certain day he went out for a walk, and rested for a time at Kwang-han Pavilion. As he looked out from his coign of vantage, he saw a woman approaching on horseback with a witch's drum on her head. He looked intently to make sure, and to his astonishment he saw that she was indeed a mutang (witch). He sent a yamen-runner to have her arrested, and when she was brought before him he asked,"}, {"quote": "\"Now we are rid of them, and that ends the matter for this county at any rate.\"", "context": "\"they devour the people's goods. There is no limit to the foolishness and extravagance that accompanies them. This doctrine of theirs is all nonsense. Would that I could rid the earth of them and wipe out their names for ever.\"\n\nSome time later Song was appointed magistrate of Nam Won County in Chulla Province. On his arrival he issued the following order: \"If any witch is found in this county, let her be beaten to death.\" The whole place was so thoroughly spied upon that all the witches made their escape to other prefectures. The magistrate thought, \"Now we are rid of them, and that ends the matter for this county at any rate.\"\n\nOn a certain day he went out for a walk, and rested for a time at Kwang-han Pavilion. As he looked out from his coign of vantage, he saw a woman approaching on horseback with a witch's drum on her head. He looked intently to make sure, and to his astonishment he saw that she was indeed a mutang (witch). He sent a yamen-runner to have her arrested, and when she was brought before him he asked, \"Are you a mutang?\""}, {"quote": "\"Are you a mutang?\"", "context": "\"Now we are rid of them, and that ends the matter for this county at any rate.\"\n\nOn a certain day he went out for a walk, and rested for a time at Kwang-han Pavilion. As he looked out from his coign of vantage, he saw a woman approaching on horseback with a witch's drum on her head. He looked intently to make sure, and to his astonishment he saw that she was indeed a mutang (witch). He sent a yamen-runner to have her arrested, and when she was brought before him he asked, \"Are you a mutang?\"\n\nShe replied, \"Yes, I am.\"\n\n\"Then,\" said he, \"you did not know of the official order issued?\"\n\n\"Oh yes, I heard of it,\" was her reply.\n\nHe then asked, \"Are you not afraid to die, that you stay here in this county?\"\n\nThe mutang bowed, and made answer, \"I have a matter of complaint to lay before your Excellency to be put right; please take note of it and grant my request. It is this: There are true mutangs and false mutangs. False mutangs ought to be killed, but you would not kill an honest mutang, would you? Your orders pertain to false mutangs; I do not understand them as pertaining to those who are true. I am an honest mutang; I knew you would not kill me, so I remained here in peace.\""}, {"quote": "\"Yes, I am.\"", "context": "On a certain day he went out for a walk, and rested for a time at Kwang-han Pavilion. As he looked out from his coign of vantage, he saw a woman approaching on horseback with a witch's drum on her head. He looked intently to make sure, and to his astonishment he saw that she was indeed a mutang (witch). He sent a yamen-runner to have her arrested, and when she was brought before him he asked, \"Are you a mutang?\"\n\nShe replied, \"Yes, I am.\"\n\n\"Then,\" said he, \"you did not know of the official order issued?\"\n\n\"Oh yes, I heard of it,\" was her reply.\n\nHe then asked, \"Are you not afraid to die, that you stay here in this county?\"\n\nThe mutang bowed, and made answer, \"I have a matter of complaint to lay before your Excellency to be put right; please take note of it and grant my request. It is this: There are true mutangs and false mutangs. False mutangs ought to be killed, but you would not kill an honest mutang, would you? Your orders pertain to false mutangs; I do not understand them as pertaining to those who are true. I am an honest mutang; I knew you would not kill me, so I remained here in peace.\""}, {"quote": "\"you did not know of the official order issued?\"", "context": "On a certain day he went out for a walk, and rested for a time at Kwang-han Pavilion. As he looked out from his coign of vantage, he saw a woman approaching on horseback with a witch's drum on her head. He looked intently to make sure, and to his astonishment he saw that she was indeed a mutang (witch). He sent a yamen-runner to have her arrested, and when she was brought before him he asked, \"Are you a mutang?\"\n\nShe replied, \"Yes, I am.\"\n\n\"Then,\" said he, \"you did not know of the official order issued?\"\n\n\"Oh yes, I heard of it,\" was her reply.\n\nHe then asked, \"Are you not afraid to die, that you stay here in this county?\"\n\nThe mutang bowed, and made answer, \"I have a matter of complaint to lay before your Excellency to be put right; please take note of it and grant my request. It is this: There are true mutangs and false mutangs. False mutangs ought to be killed, but you would not kill an honest mutang, would you? Your orders pertain to false mutangs; I do not understand them as pertaining to those who are true. I am an honest mutang; I knew you would not kill me, so I remained here in peace.\""}, {"quote": "\"Oh yes, I heard of it,", "context": "On a certain day he went out for a walk, and rested for a time at Kwang-han Pavilion. As he looked out from his coign of vantage, he saw a woman approaching on horseback with a witch's drum on her head. He looked intently to make sure, and to his astonishment he saw that she was indeed a mutang (witch). He sent a yamen-runner to have her arrested, and when she was brought before him he asked, \"Are you a mutang?\"\n\nShe replied, \"Yes, I am.\"\n\n\"Then,\" said he, \"you did not know of the official order issued?\"\n\n\"Oh yes, I heard of it,\" was her reply.\n\nHe then asked, \"Are you not afraid to die, that you stay here in this county?\"\n\nThe mutang bowed, and made answer, \"I have a matter of complaint to lay before your Excellency to be put right; please take note of it and grant my request. It is this: There are true mutangs and false mutangs. False mutangs ought to be killed, but you would not kill an honest mutang, would you? Your orders pertain to false mutangs; I do not understand them as pertaining to those who are true. I am an honest mutang; I knew you would not kill me, so I remained here in peace.\""}, {"quote": "\"Are you not afraid to die, that you stay here in this county?\"", "context": "On a certain day he went out for a walk, and rested for a time at Kwang-han Pavilion. As he looked out from his coign of vantage, he saw a woman approaching on horseback with a witch's drum on her head. He looked intently to make sure, and to his astonishment he saw that she was indeed a mutang (witch). He sent a yamen-runner to have her arrested, and when she was brought before him he asked, \"Are you a mutang?\"\n\nShe replied, \"Yes, I am.\"\n\n\"Then,\" said he, \"you did not know of the official order issued?\"\n\n\"Oh yes, I heard of it,\" was her reply.\n\nHe then asked, \"Are you not afraid to die, that you stay here in this county?\"\n\nThe mutang bowed, and made answer, \"I have a matter of complaint to lay before your Excellency to be put right; please take note of it and grant my request. It is this: There are true mutangs and false mutangs. False mutangs ought to be killed, but you would not kill an honest mutang, would you? Your orders pertain to false mutangs; I do not understand them as pertaining to those who are true. I am an honest mutang; I knew you would not kill me, so I remained here in peace.\""}, {"quote": "\"I have a matter of complaint to lay before your Excellency to be put right; please take note of it and grant my request. It is this: There are true mutangs and false mutangs. False mutangs ought to be killed, but you would not kill an honest mutang, would you? Your orders pertain to false mutangs; I do not understand them as pertaining to those who are true. I am an honest mutang; I knew you would not kill me, so I remained here in peace.\"", "context": "On a certain day he went out for a walk, and rested for a time at Kwang-han Pavilion. As he looked out from his coign of vantage, he saw a woman approaching on horseback with a witch's drum on her head. He looked intently to make sure, and to his astonishment he saw that she was indeed a mutang (witch). He sent a yamen-runner to have her arrested, and when she was brought before him he asked, \"Are you a mutang?\"\n\nShe replied, \"Yes, I am.\"\n\n\"Then,\" said he, \"you did not know of the official order issued?\"\n\n\"Oh yes, I heard of it,\" was her reply.\n\nHe then asked, \"Are you not afraid to die, that you stay here in this county?\"\n\nThe mutang bowed, and made answer, \"I have a matter of complaint to lay before your Excellency to be put right; please take note of it and grant my request. It is this: There are true mutangs and false mutangs. False mutangs ought to be killed, but you would not kill an honest mutang, would you? Your orders pertain to false mutangs; I do not understand them as pertaining to those who are true. I am an honest mutang; I knew you would not kill me, so I remained here in peace.\"\n\nThe magistrate asked, \"How do you know that there are honest mutangs?\"\n\nThe woman replied, \"Let's put the matter to the test and see. If I am not proven honest, let me die.\"\n\n\"Very well,\" said the magistrate; \"but can you really make good, and do you truly know how to call back departed spirits?\"\n\nThe mutang answered, \"I can.\"\n\nThe magistrate suddenly thought of an intimate friend who had been dead for some time, and he said to her,"}, {"quote": "\"How do you know that there are honest mutangs?\"", "context": "\"I have a matter of complaint to lay before your Excellency to be put right; please take note of it and grant my request. It is this: There are true mutangs and false mutangs. False mutangs ought to be killed, but you would not kill an honest mutang, would you? Your orders pertain to false mutangs; I do not understand them as pertaining to those who are true. I am an honest mutang; I knew you would not kill me, so I remained here in peace.\"\n\nThe magistrate asked, \"How do you know that there are honest mutangs?\"\n\nThe woman replied, \"Let's put the matter to the test and see. If I am not proven honest, let me die.\"\n\n\"Very well,\" said the magistrate; \"but can you really make good, and do you truly know how to call back departed spirits?\"\n\nThe mutang answered, \"I can.\"\n\nThe magistrate suddenly thought of an intimate friend who had been dead for some time, and he said to her, \"I had a friend of such and such rank in Seoul; can you call his spirit back to me?\""}, {"quote": "\"Let's put the matter to the test and see. If I am not proven honest, let me die.\"", "context": "\"I have a matter of complaint to lay before your Excellency to be put right; please take note of it and grant my request. It is this: There are true mutangs and false mutangs. False mutangs ought to be killed, but you would not kill an honest mutang, would you? Your orders pertain to false mutangs; I do not understand them as pertaining to those who are true. I am an honest mutang; I knew you would not kill me, so I remained here in peace.\"\n\nThe magistrate asked, \"How do you know that there are honest mutangs?\"\n\nThe woman replied, \"Let's put the matter to the test and see. If I am not proven honest, let me die.\"\n\n\"Very well,\" said the magistrate; \"but can you really make good, and do you truly know how to call back departed spirits?\"\n\nThe mutang answered, \"I can.\"\n\nThe magistrate suddenly thought of an intimate friend who had been dead for some time, and he said to her, \"I had a friend of such and such rank in Seoul; can you call his spirit back to me?\"\n\nThe mutang replied, \"Let me do so; but first you must prepare food, with wine, and serve it properly.\""}, {"quote": "\"but can you really make good, and do you truly know how to call back departed spirits?\"", "context": "\"I have a matter of complaint to lay before your Excellency to be put right; please take note of it and grant my request. It is this: There are true mutangs and false mutangs. False mutangs ought to be killed, but you would not kill an honest mutang, would you? Your orders pertain to false mutangs; I do not understand them as pertaining to those who are true. I am an honest mutang; I knew you would not kill me, so I remained here in peace.\"\n\nThe magistrate asked, \"How do you know that there are honest mutangs?\"\n\nThe woman replied, \"Let's put the matter to the test and see. If I am not proven honest, let me die.\"\n\n\"Very well,\" said the magistrate; \"but can you really make good, and do you truly know how to call back departed spirits?\"\n\nThe mutang answered, \"I can.\"\n\nThe magistrate suddenly thought of an intimate friend who had been dead for some time, and he said to her, \"I had a friend of such and such rank in Seoul; can you call his spirit back to me?\"\n\nThe mutang replied, \"Let me do so; but first you must prepare food, with wine, and serve it properly.\"\n\nThe magistrate thought for a moment, and then said to himself, \"It is a serious matter to take a person's life; let me find out first if she is true or not, and then decide"}, {"quote": "\"I had a friend of such and such rank in Seoul; can you call his spirit back to me?\"", "context": "The magistrate asked, \"How do you know that there are honest mutangs?\"\n\nThe woman replied, \"Let's put the matter to the test and see. If I am not proven honest, let me die.\"\n\n\"Very well,\" said the magistrate; \"but can you really make good, and do you truly know how to call back departed spirits?\"\n\nThe mutang answered, \"I can.\"\n\nThe magistrate suddenly thought of an intimate friend who had been dead for some time, and he said to her, \"I had a friend of such and such rank in Seoul; can you call his spirit back to me?\"\n\nThe mutang replied, \"Let me do so; but first you must prepare food, with wine, and serve it properly.\"\n\nThe magistrate thought for a moment, and then said to himself, \"It is a serious matter to take a person's life; let me find out first if she is true or not, and then decide.\" So he had the food brought.\n\nThe mutang said also, \"I want a suit of your clothes, too, please.\" This was brought, and she spread her mat in the courtyard, placed the food in order, donned the dress, and so made all preliminary arrangements. She then lifted her eyes toward heaven and uttered the strange magic sounds by which spirits are called, meanwhile shaking a tinkling bell. In a little she turned and said, \"I've come.\" Then she began telling the sad story of his sickness and death and their separation. She reminded the magistrate of how they had played together, and of things that had happened when they were at school at their lessons; of the difficulties they had met in the examinations; of experiences that had come to them during their terms of office. She told secrets that they had confided to each other as intimate friends, and many matters most definitely that only they two knew. Not a single mistake did she make, but told the truth in every detail."}, {"quote": "\"Let me do so; but first you must prepare food, with wine, and serve it properly.\"", "context": "\"Let's put the matter to the test and see. If I am not proven honest, let me die.\"\n\n\"Very well,\" said the magistrate; \"but can you really make good, and do you truly know how to call back departed spirits?\"\n\nThe mutang answered, \"I can.\"\n\nThe magistrate suddenly thought of an intimate friend who had been dead for some time, and he said to her, \"I had a friend of such and such rank in Seoul; can you call his spirit back to me?\"\n\nThe mutang replied, \"Let me do so; but first you must prepare food, with wine, and serve it properly.\"\n\nThe magistrate thought for a moment, and then said to himself, \"It is a serious matter to take a person's life; let me find out first if she is true or not, and then decide.\" So he had the food brought.\n\nThe mutang said also, \"I want a suit of your clothes, too, please.\" This was brought, and she spread her mat in the courtyard, placed the food in order, donned the dress, and so made all preliminary arrangements. She then lifted her eyes toward heaven and uttered the strange magic sounds by which spirits are called, meanwhile shaking a tinkling bell. In a little she turned and said, \"I've come.\" Then she began telling the sad story of his sickness and death and their separation. She reminded the magistrate of how they had played together, and of things that had happened when they were at school at their lessons; of the difficulties they had met in the examinations; of experiences that had come to them during their terms of office. She told secrets that they had confided to each other as intimate friends, and many matters most definitely that only they two knew. Not a single mistake did she make, but told the truth in every detail."}, {"quote": "\"It is a serious matter to take a person's life; let me find out first if she is true or not, and then decide.", "context": "\"but can you really make good, and do you truly know how to call back departed spirits?\"\n\nThe mutang answered, \"I can.\"\n\nThe magistrate suddenly thought of an intimate friend who had been dead for some time, and he said to her, \"I had a friend of such and such rank in Seoul; can you call his spirit back to me?\"\n\nThe mutang replied, \"Let me do so; but first you must prepare food, with wine, and serve it properly.\"\n\nThe magistrate thought for a moment, and then said to himself, \"It is a serious matter to take a person's life; let me find out first if she is true or not, and then decide.\" So he had the food brought.\n\nThe mutang said also, \"I want a suit of your clothes, too, please.\" This was brought, and she spread her mat in the courtyard, placed the food in order, donned the dress, and so made all preliminary arrangements. She then lifted her eyes toward heaven and uttered the strange magic sounds by which spirits are called, meanwhile shaking a tinkling bell. In a little she turned and said, \"I've come.\" Then she began telling the sad story of his sickness and death and their separation. She reminded the magistrate of how they had played together, and of things that had happened when they were at school at their lessons; of the difficulties they had met in the examinations; of experiences that had come to them during their terms of office. She told secrets that they had confided to each other as intimate friends, and many matters most definitely that only they two knew. Not a single mistake did she make, but told the truth in every detail."}, {"quote": "\"I want a suit of your clothes, too, please.", "context": "\"I had a friend of such and such rank in Seoul; can you call his spirit back to me?\"\n\nThe mutang replied, \"Let me do so; but first you must prepare food, with wine, and serve it properly.\"\n\nThe magistrate thought for a moment, and then said to himself, \"It is a serious matter to take a person's life; let me find out first if she is true or not, and then decide.\" So he had the food brought.\n\nThe mutang said also, \"I want a suit of your clothes, too, please.\" This was brought, and she spread her mat in the courtyard, placed the food in order, donned the dress, and so made all preliminary arrangements. She then lifted her eyes toward heaven and uttered the strange magic sounds by which spirits are called, meanwhile shaking a tinkling bell. In a little she turned and said, \"I've come.\" Then she began telling the sad story of his sickness and death and their separation. She reminded the magistrate of how they had played together, and of things that had happened when they were at school at their lessons; of the difficulties they had met in the examinations; of experiences that had come to them during their terms of office. She told secrets that they had confided to each other as intimate friends, and many matters most definitely that only they two knew. Not a single mistake did she make, but told the truth in every detail."}, {"quote": "\"The soul of my friend is really present; I can no longer doubt or deny it.", "context": "\" This was brought, and she spread her mat in the courtyard, placed the food in order, donned the dress, and so made all preliminary arrangements. She then lifted her eyes toward heaven and uttered the strange magic sounds by which spirits are called, meanwhile shaking a tinkling bell. In a little she turned and said, \"I've come.\" Then she began telling the sad story of his sickness and death and their separation. She reminded the magistrate of how they had played together, and of things that had happened when they were at school at their lessons; of the difficulties they had met in the examinations; of experiences that had come to them during their terms of office. She told secrets that they had confided to each other as intimate friends, and many matters most definitely that only they two knew. Not a single mistake did she make, but told the truth in every detail.\n\nThe magistrate, when he heard these things, began to cry, saying, \"The soul of my friend is really present; I can no longer doubt or deny it.\" Then he ordered the choicest fare possible to be prepared as a sacrifice to his friend. In a little the friend bade him farewell and took his departure.\n\nThe magistrate said, \"Alas! I thought mutangs were a brood of liars, but now I know that there are true mutangs as well as false.\" He gave her rich rewards, sent her away in safety, recalled his order against witches, and refrained from any matters pertaining to them for ever after.\n\nIm Bang."}, {"quote": "\"Alas! I thought mutangs were a brood of liars, but now I know that there are true mutangs as well as false.", "context": "\" This was brought, and she spread her mat in the courtyard, placed the food in order, donned the dress, and so made all preliminary arrangements. She then lifted her eyes toward heaven and uttered the strange magic sounds by which spirits are called, meanwhile shaking a tinkling bell. In a little she turned and said, \"I've come.\" Then she began telling the sad story of his sickness and death and their separation. She reminded the magistrate of how they had played together, and of things that had happened when they were at school at their lessons; of the difficulties they had met in the examinations; of experiences that had come to them during their terms of office. She told secrets that they had confided to each other as intimate friends, and many matters most definitely that only they two knew. Not a single mistake did she make, but told the truth in every detail.\n\nThe magistrate, when he heard these things, began to cry, saying, \"The soul of my friend is really present; I can no longer doubt or deny it.\" Then he ordered the choicest fare possible to be prepared as a sacrifice to his friend. In a little the friend bade him farewell and took his departure.\n\nThe magistrate said, \"Alas! I thought mutangs were a brood of liars, but now I know that there are true mutangs as well as false.\" He gave her rich rewards, sent her away in safety, recalled his order against witches, and refrained from any matters pertaining to them for ever after.\n\nIm Bang.\n\nXXVI\n\nWHOM THE KING HONOURS\n\nIn the days of King Se-jong students of the Confucian College were having a picnic to celebrate the Spring Festival. They met in a wood to the north of the college, near a beautiful spring of water, and were drinking and feasting the night through. While they were thus enjoying themselves the rooms of the college were left deserted. One student from the country, a backwoodsman in his way, who was of no account to others, thought that while the rest went away to enjoy themselves some one ought to stay behind to guard the sacred precincts of the temple; so he decided that he would forgo the pleasures of the picnic, stay behind and watch."}, {"quote": "'in such a season? And by such roads?'", "context": "Mrs. Maple, now appearing, angrily demanded who had invited her into the parlour? telling her to repair to the kitchen, and make known what she wanted through some of the servants.\n\nThe blood mounted into the cheeks of the Incognita, but she answered only by a distant courtsie, and turning to Elinor and Selina, besought them to accept her acknowledgements for their goodness, and retired.\n\nSelina and Elinor, following her into the ante-room, asked how she meant to travel?\n\nShe had one way only in her power; she must walk.\n\n'Walk?' exclaimed Harleigh, joining them, 'in such a season? And by such roads?'\n\n'Walk?' cried Ireton, advancing also, 'eight miles? In December?'\n\n'And why not, gentlemen?' called out Mrs Maple, 'How would you have such a body as that go, if she must not walk? What else has she got her feet for?'\n\n'Are you sure,' said Ireton, 'that you know the way?'\n\n'I was never in this part of the world till now.'\n\n'Ha! Ha! pleasant enough! And what are you to do about money? Did you ever find that purse of yours that you -- lost, I think, at Dover?'"}, {"quote": "'eight miles? In December?'", "context": "The blood mounted into the cheeks of the Incognita, but she answered only by a distant courtsie, and turning to Elinor and Selina, besought them to accept her acknowledgements for their goodness, and retired.\n\nSelina and Elinor, following her into the ante-room, asked how she meant to travel?\n\nShe had one way only in her power; she must walk.\n\n'Walk?' exclaimed Harleigh, joining them, 'in such a season? And by such roads?'\n\n'Walk?' cried Ireton, advancing also, 'eight miles? In December?'\n\n'And why not, gentlemen?' called out Mrs Maple, 'How would you have such a body as that go, if she must not walk? What else has she got her feet for?'\n\n'Are you sure,' said Ireton, 'that you know the way?'\n\n'I was never in this part of the world till now.'\n\n'Ha! Ha! pleasant enough! And what are you to do about money? Did you ever find that purse of yours that you -- lost, I think, at Dover?'"}, {"quote": "'And why not, gentlemen?", "context": "The blood mounted into the cheeks of the Incognita, but she answered only by a distant courtsie, and turning to Elinor and Selina, besought them to accept her acknowledgements for their goodness, and retired.\n\nSelina and Elinor, following her into the ante-room, asked how she meant to travel?\n\nShe had one way only in her power; she must walk.\n\n'Walk?' exclaimed Harleigh, joining them, 'in such a season? And by such roads?'\n\n'Walk?' cried Ireton, advancing also, 'eight miles? In December?'\n\n'And why not, gentlemen?' called out Mrs Maple, 'How would you have such a body as that go, if she must not walk? What else has she got her feet for?'\n\n'Are you sure,' said Ireton, 'that you know the way?'\n\n'I was never in this part of the world till now.'\n\n'Ha! Ha! pleasant enough! And what are you to do about money? Did you ever find that purse of yours that you -- lost, I think, at Dover?'\n\n'Never!'\n\n'Better and better"}, {"quote": "'How would you have such a body as that go, if she must not walk? What else has she got her feet for?'", "context": "The blood mounted into the cheeks of the Incognita, but she answered only by a distant courtsie, and turning to Elinor and Selina, besought them to accept her acknowledgements for their goodness, and retired.\n\nSelina and Elinor, following her into the ante-room, asked how she meant to travel?\n\nShe had one way only in her power; she must walk.\n\n'Walk?' exclaimed Harleigh, joining them, 'in such a season? And by such roads?'\n\n'Walk?' cried Ireton, advancing also, 'eight miles? In December?'\n\n'And why not, gentlemen?' called out Mrs Maple, 'How would you have such a body as that go, if she must not walk? What else has she got her feet for?'\n\n'Are you sure,' said Ireton, 'that you know the way?'\n\n'I was never in this part of the world till now.'\n\n'Ha! Ha! pleasant enough! And what are you to do about money? Did you ever find that purse of yours that you -- lost, I think, at Dover?'\n\n'Never!'\n\n'Better and better!' cried Ireton, laughing again, yet feeling for his own purse, and sauntering towards the hall.\n\nHarleigh was already out of sight."}, {"quote": "'Are you sure,", "context": "Selina and Elinor, following her into the ante-room, asked how she meant to travel?\n\nShe had one way only in her power; she must walk.\n\n'Walk?' exclaimed Harleigh, joining them, 'in such a season? And by such roads?'\n\n'Walk?' cried Ireton, advancing also, 'eight miles? In December?'\n\n'And why not, gentlemen?' called out Mrs Maple, 'How would you have such a body as that go, if she must not walk? What else has she got her feet for?'\n\n'Are you sure,' said Ireton, 'that you know the way?'\n\n'I was never in this part of the world till now.'\n\n'Ha! Ha! pleasant enough! And what are you to do about money? Did you ever find that purse of yours that you -- lost, I think, at Dover?'\n\n'Never!'\n\n'Better and better!' cried Ireton, laughing again, yet feeling for his own purse, and sauntering towards the hall.\n\nHarleigh was already out of sight.\n\n'Pour soul!' said Selina,"}, {"quote": "'that you know the way?'", "context": "She had one way only in her power; she must walk.\n\n'Walk?' exclaimed Harleigh, joining them, 'in such a season? And by such roads?'\n\n'Walk?' cried Ireton, advancing also, 'eight miles? In December?'\n\n'And why not, gentlemen?' called out Mrs Maple, 'How would you have such a body as that go, if she must not walk? What else has she got her feet for?'\n\n'Are you sure,' said Ireton, 'that you know the way?'\n\n'I was never in this part of the world till now.'\n\n'Ha! Ha! pleasant enough! And what are you to do about money? Did you ever find that purse of yours that you -- lost, I think, at Dover?'\n\n'Never!'\n\n'Better and better!' cried Ireton, laughing again, yet feeling for his own purse, and sauntering towards the hall.\n\nHarleigh was already out of sight.\n\n'Pour soul!' said Selina, 'I am sure, for one, I'll help her.'"}, {"quote": "'I was never in this part of the world till now.'", "context": "She had one way only in her power; she must walk.\n\n'Walk?' exclaimed Harleigh, joining them, 'in such a season? And by such roads?'\n\n'Walk?' cried Ireton, advancing also, 'eight miles? In December?'\n\n'And why not, gentlemen?' called out Mrs Maple, 'How would you have such a body as that go, if she must not walk? What else has she got her feet for?'\n\n'Are you sure,' said Ireton, 'that you know the way?'\n\n'I was never in this part of the world till now.'\n\n'Ha! Ha! pleasant enough! And what are you to do about money? Did you ever find that purse of yours that you -- lost, I think, at Dover?'\n\n'Never!'\n\n'Better and better!' cried Ireton, laughing again, yet feeling for his own purse, and sauntering towards the hall.\n\nHarleigh was already out of sight.\n\n'Pour soul!' said Selina, 'I am sure, for one, I'll help her.'\n\n'Let us make a subscription"}, {"quote": "'Ha! Ha! pleasant enough! And what are you to do about money? Did you ever find that purse of yours that you -- lost, I think, at Dover?'", "context": "'Walk?' exclaimed Harleigh, joining them, 'in such a season? And by such roads?'\n\n'Walk?' cried Ireton, advancing also, 'eight miles? In December?'\n\n'And why not, gentlemen?' called out Mrs Maple, 'How would you have such a body as that go, if she must not walk? What else has she got her feet for?'\n\n'Are you sure,' said Ireton, 'that you know the way?'\n\n'I was never in this part of the world till now.'\n\n'Ha! Ha! pleasant enough! And what are you to do about money? Did you ever find that purse of yours that you -- lost, I think, at Dover?'\n\n'Never!'\n\n'Better and better!' cried Ireton, laughing again, yet feeling for his own purse, and sauntering towards the hall.\n\nHarleigh was already out of sight.\n\n'Pour soul!' said Selina, 'I am sure, for one, I'll help her.'\n\n'Let us make a subscription,' said Elinor, producing half a guinea, and looking round to Mrs Maple.\n\nSelina joined the same sum, full of glee to give, for the first time, as much as her sister."}, {"quote": "'Better and better!", "context": "' called out Mrs Maple, 'How would you have such a body as that go, if she must not walk? What else has she got her feet for?'\n\n'Are you sure,' said Ireton, 'that you know the way?'\n\n'I was never in this part of the world till now.'\n\n'Ha! Ha! pleasant enough! And what are you to do about money? Did you ever find that purse of yours that you -- lost, I think, at Dover?'\n\n'Never!'\n\n'Better and better!' cried Ireton, laughing again, yet feeling for his own purse, and sauntering towards the hall.\n\nHarleigh was already out of sight.\n\n'Pour soul!' said Selina, 'I am sure, for one, I'll help her.'\n\n'Let us make a subscription,' said Elinor, producing half a guinea, and looking round to Mrs Maple.\n\nSelina joined the same sum, full of glee to give, for the first time, as much as her sister."}, {"quote": "'I am sure, for one, I'll help her.'", "context": "'that you know the way?'\n\n'I was never in this part of the world till now.'\n\n'Ha! Ha! pleasant enough! And what are you to do about money? Did you ever find that purse of yours that you -- lost, I think, at Dover?'\n\n'Never!'\n\n'Better and better!' cried Ireton, laughing again, yet feeling for his own purse, and sauntering towards the hall.\n\nHarleigh was already out of sight.\n\n'Pour soul!' said Selina, 'I am sure, for one, I'll help her.'\n\n'Let us make a subscription,' said Elinor, producing half a guinea, and looking round to Mrs Maple.\n\nSelina joined the same sum, full of glee to give, for the first time, as much as her sister.\n\nMrs Maple clamorously ordered them to shut the parlour door.\n\nWith shame, yet joy, the stranger accepted the two half guineas, intimated her hopes that she should soon repay them, repeated her thanks, and took leave.\n\nThe sisters would still have detained her, but Mrs Maple peremptorily insisted upon breakfasting without further delay."}, {"quote": "'Let us make a subscription,", "context": "'I was never in this part of the world till now.'\n\n'Ha! Ha! pleasant enough! And what are you to do about money? Did you ever find that purse of yours that you -- lost, I think, at Dover?'\n\n'Never!'\n\n'Better and better!' cried Ireton, laughing again, yet feeling for his own purse, and sauntering towards the hall.\n\nHarleigh was already out of sight.\n\n'Pour soul!' said Selina, 'I am sure, for one, I'll help her.'\n\n'Let us make a subscription,' said Elinor, producing half a guinea, and looking round to Mrs Maple.\n\nSelina joined the same sum, full of glee to give, for the first time, as much as her sister.\n\nMrs Maple clamorously ordered them to shut the parlour door.\n\nWith shame, yet joy, the stranger accepted the two half guineas, intimated her hopes that she should soon repay them, repeated her thanks, and took leave.\n\nThe sisters would still have detained her, but Mrs Maple peremptorily insisted upon breakfasting without further delay."}, {"quote": "'look at this, and take what you will from it.'", "context": "With shame, yet joy, the stranger accepted the two half guineas, intimated her hopes that she should soon repay them, repeated her thanks, and took leave.\n\nThe sisters would still have detained her, but Mrs Maple peremptorily insisted upon breakfasting without further delay.\n\nThe Incognita was proceeding to the housekeeper's room, for a packet of the gifts of Elinor, but she was stopt in the hall by Ireton, who was loitering about, playing with his purse, and jerking and catching it from hand to hand.\n\n'Here, my dear,' he cried, 'look at this, and take what you will from it.'\n\nShe coldly thanked him, and, saying that the young ladies had amply supplied her, would have moved on: but he prevented her, repeating his offer, and adding, while with uncontrolled freedom he stared at her, 'How the deuce, with such a pretty face as that, could you ever think of making yourself look such a fright?'\n\nShe told him that she was in haste.\n\n'But what was the whim of it?'\n\nShe desired him to make way, every moment of day-light being precious to her."}, {"quote": "'How the deuce, with such a pretty face as that, could you ever think of making yourself look such a fright?'", "context": "The Incognita was proceeding to the housekeeper's room, for a packet of the gifts of Elinor, but she was stopt in the hall by Ireton, who was loitering about, playing with his purse, and jerking and catching it from hand to hand.\n\n'Here, my dear,' he cried, 'look at this, and take what you will from it.'\n\nShe coldly thanked him, and, saying that the young ladies had amply supplied her, would have moved on: but he prevented her, repeating his offer, and adding, while with uncontrolled freedom he stared at her, 'How the deuce, with such a pretty face as that, could you ever think of making yourself look such a fright?'\n\nShe told him that she was in haste.\n\n'But what was the whim of it?'\n\nShe desired him to make way, every moment of day-light being precious to her.\n\n'Hang day-light!' cried he, 'I never liked it; and if you will but wait a few minutes -- '\n\nSelina, here, running to call him to breakfast, he finished in a whisper, 'I'll convey you in my own chaise wherever you like to go;' and then, forced to put up his purse, he gallantly handed his fair bride-elect back to the parlour."}, {"quote": "'But what was the whim of it?'", "context": "'Here, my dear,' he cried, 'look at this, and take what you will from it.'\n\nShe coldly thanked him, and, saying that the young ladies had amply supplied her, would have moved on: but he prevented her, repeating his offer, and adding, while with uncontrolled freedom he stared at her, 'How the deuce, with such a pretty face as that, could you ever think of making yourself look such a fright?'\n\nShe told him that she was in haste.\n\n'But what was the whim of it?'\n\nShe desired him to make way, every moment of day-light being precious to her.\n\n'Hang day-light!' cried he, 'I never liked it; and if you will but wait a few minutes -- '\n\nSelina, here, running to call him to breakfast, he finished in a whisper, 'I'll convey you in my own chaise wherever you like to go;' and then, forced to put up his purse, he gallantly handed his fair bride-elect back to the parlour.\n\nThe stranger, entering the housekeeper's room, met Harleigh, who seriously remonstrated against her walking project, offering his servant to procure her a post-chaise. The sigh of her negative expressed its melancholy economy, though she owned a wish that she could find some meaner vehicle that would be safe."}, {"quote": "'I'll convey you in my own chaise wherever you like to go;", "context": "'How the deuce, with such a pretty face as that, could you ever think of making yourself look such a fright?'\n\nShe told him that she was in haste.\n\n'But what was the whim of it?'\n\nShe desired him to make way, every moment of day-light being precious to her.\n\n'Hang day-light!' cried he, 'I never liked it; and if you will but wait a few minutes -- '\n\nSelina, here, running to call him to breakfast, he finished in a whisper, 'I'll convey you in my own chaise wherever you like to go;' and then, forced to put up his purse, he gallantly handed his fair bride-elect back to the parlour.\n\nThe stranger, entering the housekeeper's room, met Harleigh, who seriously remonstrated against her walking project, offering his servant to procure her a post-chaise. The sigh of her negative expressed its melancholy economy, though she owned a wish that she could find some meaner vehicle that would be safe.\n\nHarleigh then disappeared; but, a few minutes afterwards, when she was setting out from the garden-gate, she again met him, and he told her that he was going to order a parcel from a stationer's at Brighthelmstone; and that a sort of chaise-cart, belonging to a farmer just by, would be sent for it, almost immediately."}, {"quote": "'Oh, you are come at last!", "context": "This implied assurance, that he had no plan of following the machine, induced her to agree to the proposition; and, when the little carriage was in sight, he expressed his good wishes that she might find the letter, or the friend, that she desired, and returned to the breakfast parlour.\n\nThe length of the way, joined to the dirt of the roads, made her truly sensible of his consideration, in affording her this safe conveyance.\n\nWhen she arrived at the Post-office, the words, 'Oh, you are come at last!' struck her ear, from the street; but not conceiving herself to be addressed, they failed to catch her attention, till she saw, waiting to give her his hand, while exclaiming, 'What the deuce can have made you so long in coming?' young Ireton.\n\nFar less pleased than surprised, she disengaged herself from him with quickness, and enquired for the post-master.\n\nHe was not within.\n\nShe was extremely disturbed, and at a loss where to wait, or what to do."}, {"quote": "'What the deuce can have made you so long in coming?", "context": "This implied assurance, that he had no plan of following the machine, induced her to agree to the proposition; and, when the little carriage was in sight, he expressed his good wishes that she might find the letter, or the friend, that she desired, and returned to the breakfast parlour.\n\nThe length of the way, joined to the dirt of the roads, made her truly sensible of his consideration, in affording her this safe conveyance.\n\nWhen she arrived at the Post-office, the words, 'Oh, you are come at last!' struck her ear, from the street; but not conceiving herself to be addressed, they failed to catch her attention, till she saw, waiting to give her his hand, while exclaiming, 'What the deuce can have made you so long in coming?' young Ireton.\n\nFar less pleased than surprised, she disengaged herself from him with quickness, and enquired for the post-master.\n\nHe was not within.\n\nShe was extremely disturbed, and at a loss where to wait, or what to do.\n\n'Why did not you stay for my chaise?' said Ireton. 'When I found that you were gone, I mounted my steed, and came over by a short cut, to see what was become of you; and here you have kept me cooling my heels all this devil of a time. That booby of a driver must have had a taste for being out-crawled by a snail.'"}, {"quote": "'Why did not you stay for my chaise?", "context": "' struck her ear, from the street; but not conceiving herself to be addressed, they failed to catch her attention, till she saw, waiting to give her his hand, while exclaiming, 'What the deuce can have made you so long in coming?' young Ireton.\n\nFar less pleased than surprised, she disengaged herself from him with quickness, and enquired for the post-master.\n\nHe was not within.\n\nShe was extremely disturbed, and at a loss where to wait, or what to do.\n\n'Why did not you stay for my chaise?' said Ireton. 'When I found that you were gone, I mounted my steed, and came over by a short cut, to see what was become of you; and here you have kept me cooling my heels all this devil of a time. That booby of a driver must have had a taste for being out-crawled by a snail.'\n\nWithout answering him, she asked whether there were any clerk at hand, to whom she could apply?\n\nOh, yes! and she was immediately shewn into an office, and followed, without any ceremony, by Ireton, though she replied not a word to any thing that he said."}, {"quote": "'When I found that you were gone, I mounted my steed, and came over by a short cut, to see what was become of you; and here you have kept me cooling my heels all this devil of a time. That booby of a driver must have had a taste for being out-crawled by a snail.'", "context": "' struck her ear, from the street; but not conceiving herself to be addressed, they failed to catch her attention, till she saw, waiting to give her his hand, while exclaiming, 'What the deuce can have made you so long in coming?' young Ireton.\n\nFar less pleased than surprised, she disengaged herself from him with quickness, and enquired for the post-master.\n\nHe was not within.\n\nShe was extremely disturbed, and at a loss where to wait, or what to do.\n\n'Why did not you stay for my chaise?' said Ireton. 'When I found that you were gone, I mounted my steed, and came over by a short cut, to see what was become of you; and here you have kept me cooling my heels all this devil of a time. That booby of a driver must have had a taste for being out-crawled by a snail.'\n\nWithout answering him, she asked whether there were any clerk at hand, to whom she could apply?\n\nOh, yes! and she was immediately shewn into an office, and followed, without any ceremony, by Ireton, though she replied not a word to any thing that he said.\n\nA young man here received her, of whom, in a fearful voice, she demanded whether he had any letter directed for L.S., to be left till called for.\n\n'You must make her tell you her name, Sir"}, {"quote": "'You must make her tell you her name, Sir!", "context": "'When I found that you were gone, I mounted my steed, and came over by a short cut, to see what was become of you; and here you have kept me cooling my heels all this devil of a time. That booby of a driver must have had a taste for being out-crawled by a snail.'\n\nWithout answering him, she asked whether there were any clerk at hand, to whom she could apply?\n\nOh, yes! and she was immediately shewn into an office, and followed, without any ceremony, by Ireton, though she replied not a word to any thing that he said.\n\nA young man here received her, of whom, in a fearful voice, she demanded whether he had any letter directed for L.S., to be left till called for.\n\n'You must make her tell you her name, Sir!' cried Ireton, with an air of importance. 'I give you notice not to let her have her letter, without a receipt, signed by her own hand. She came over with Mrs Maple of Lewes, and a party of us, and won't say who she is. 'T has a very ugly look, Sir!'\n\nThe eye of the stranger accused him, but vainly, of cruelty.\n\nThe clerk, who listened with great curiosity, soon produced a foreign letter, with the address demanded."}, {"quote": "'Have you any objection, Ma'am, to giving me your name?'", "context": "While eagerly advancing to receive it, she anxiously enquired, whether there were no inland letter with the same direction?\n\nNone, she was answered.\n\nIreton then, clapping his hand upon the shoulder of the clerk, positively declared, that he would lodge an information against him, if he delivered any letter, under such circumstances, without a signed receipt.\n\nAn almost fainting distress was now visible in the face of the Incognita, as the clerk, surprised and perplexed, said, 'Have you any objection, Ma'am, to giving me your name?'\n\nShe stammered, hesitated, and grew paler, while Ireton smiled triumphantly, when the party was suddenly joined by Harleigh.\n\nIreton ceased his clamour, and hung back, ashamed.\n\nHarleigh, approaching the stranger, with an apology for his intrusion, was struck with her disordered look, and enquired whether she were ill?\n\n'Ah, Sir!' she cried, reviving with hope at his sight, and walking towards the window, whither, wondering, he followed, 'assist me in mercy! -- you know, already, that some powerful motive deters me from naming myself -- '"}, {"quote": "'Have I been making any indiscreet enquiry?", "context": "She stammered, hesitated, and grew paler, while Ireton smiled triumphantly, when the party was suddenly joined by Harleigh.\n\nIreton ceased his clamour, and hung back, ashamed.\n\nHarleigh, approaching the stranger, with an apology for his intrusion, was struck with her disordered look, and enquired whether she were ill?\n\n'Ah, Sir!' she cried, reviving with hope at his sight, and walking towards the window, whither, wondering, he followed, 'assist me in mercy! -- you know, already, that some powerful motive deters me from naming myself -- '\n\n'Have I been making any indiscreet enquiry?' cried he, gently, yet in a tone of surprise.\n\n'You? O no! You have been all generosity and consideration!'\n\nHarleigh, much gratified, besought her to explain herself with openness.\n\n'They insist upon my telling my name -- or they detain my letter!'\n\n'Is that all?' said he, and, going to the clerk, he demanded the letter, for which he gave his own address and receipt, with his word of honour that he was authorised to require it by the person to whom it was written."}, {"quote": "'You? O no! You have been all generosity and consideration!'", "context": "Harleigh, approaching the stranger, with an apology for his intrusion, was struck with her disordered look, and enquired whether she were ill?\n\n'Ah, Sir!' she cried, reviving with hope at his sight, and walking towards the window, whither, wondering, he followed, 'assist me in mercy! -- you know, already, that some powerful motive deters me from naming myself -- '\n\n'Have I been making any indiscreet enquiry?' cried he, gently, yet in a tone of surprise.\n\n'You? O no! You have been all generosity and consideration!'\n\nHarleigh, much gratified, besought her to explain herself with openness.\n\n'They insist upon my telling my name -- or they detain my letter!'\n\n'Is that all?' said he, and, going to the clerk, he demanded the letter, for which he gave his own address and receipt, with his word of honour that he was authorised to require it by the person to whom it was written.\n\nHe then delivered it into her hand.\n\nThe joy of its possession, joined to the relief from such persecution, filled her with a delight which, though beaming from all her features, she had not yet found words to express, when Ireton, whom Harleigh had not remarked, burst into a significant, though affected laugh."}, {"quote": "'They insist upon my telling my name -- or they detain my letter!'", "context": "'Ah, Sir!' she cried, reviving with hope at his sight, and walking towards the window, whither, wondering, he followed, 'assist me in mercy! -- you know, already, that some powerful motive deters me from naming myself -- '\n\n'Have I been making any indiscreet enquiry?' cried he, gently, yet in a tone of surprise.\n\n'You? O no! You have been all generosity and consideration!'\n\nHarleigh, much gratified, besought her to explain herself with openness.\n\n'They insist upon my telling my name -- or they detain my letter!'\n\n'Is that all?' said he, and, going to the clerk, he demanded the letter, for which he gave his own address and receipt, with his word of honour that he was authorised to require it by the person to whom it was written.\n\nHe then delivered it into her hand.\n\nThe joy of its possession, joined to the relief from such persecution, filled her with a delight which, though beaming from all her features, she had not yet found words to express, when Ireton, whom Harleigh had not remarked, burst into a significant, though affected laugh."}, {"quote": "'Why, Harleigh! why, what the deuce can have brought you hither?", "context": "' said he, and, going to the clerk, he demanded the letter, for which he gave his own address and receipt, with his word of honour that he was authorised to require it by the person to whom it was written.\n\nHe then delivered it into her hand.\n\nThe joy of its possession, joined to the relief from such persecution, filled her with a delight which, though beaming from all her features, she had not yet found words to express, when Ireton, whom Harleigh had not remarked, burst into a significant, though affected laugh.\n\n'Why, Harleigh! why, what the deuce can have brought you hither?' cried he. Harleigh wished to retort the question; but would not hazard a raillery that might embarrass the stranger, who now, with modest grace, courtsied to him; while she passed Ireton without notice, and left the room.\n\nEach wished to follow her, but each was restrained by the other. Ireton, who continued laughing maliciously, owned that his journey to Brighthelmstone had been solely to prevail with the clerk to demand the name of the stranger, before he gave up the letter; but Harleigh protested that he had merely ridden over to offer his mediation for her return to Lewes, if she should miss the friend, or letter, of which she came in search."}, {"quote": "'since charity is the order of the day, I'll see what is become of her myself.'", "context": "Each wished to follow her, but each was restrained by the other. Ireton, who continued laughing maliciously, owned that his journey to Brighthelmstone had been solely to prevail with the clerk to demand the name of the stranger, before he gave up the letter; but Harleigh protested that he had merely ridden over to offer his mediation for her return to Lewes, if she should miss the friend, or letter, of which she came in search.\n\nIreton laughed still more; and hoped that, from such abundant charity, he would attribute his own ride, also, to motives of as pure benevolence. He then begged he might not interfere with the following up of so charitable a purpose: but Harleigh assured him that he had neither right, pretension, nor design to proceed any farther.\n\n'If that's the case,' cried Ireton, 'since charity is the order of the day, I'll see what is become of her myself.'\n\nHe ran out of the room.\n\nHarleigh, following, soon joined him, and they saw the Incognita enter a milliner's shop. They then separated; Harleigh pleading business for not returning immediately to Lewes; while Ireton, mounting his horse, with an accusing shake of the head, rode off.\n\nHarleigh strolled to the milliner's, and, enquiring for some gloves, perceived, through the glass-door of a small parlour, the stranger reading her letter."}, {"quote": "'go back to Lewes without knowing whether your expectations are answered in coming hither; or whether you will permit me to tell the Miss Joddrels that they may still have the pleasure to be of some use to you.'", "context": "Harleigh strolled to the milliner's, and, enquiring for some gloves, perceived, through the glass-door of a small parlour, the stranger reading her letter.\n\nHe begged that the milliner would be so good as to tell the lady in the inner room, that Mr Harleigh requested to speak to her.\n\nA message thus open could neither startle nor embarrass her, and he was instantly admitted.\n\nHe found her pale and agitated. Her letter, which was in her hand, she hastily folded, but looked at nothing else, while she waited an explanation of his visit.\n\n'I could not,' he said, 'go back to Lewes without knowing whether your expectations are answered in coming hither; or whether you will permit me to tell the Miss Joddrels that they may still have the pleasure to be of some use to you.'\n\nShe appeared to be unable to speak.\n\n'I fear to seem importunate,' he continued, 'yet I have no intention, believe me, to ask any officious questions. I respect what you have said of the nature of your situation, too much to desire any information beyond what may tend to alleviate its uneasiness.'\n\nShe held her hands before her eyes, to hide her fresh gushing tears, but they trickled fast through her fingers, as she answered, 'My situation is now deplorable indeed! -- I have no letter, no direction from the person whom I had hoped to meet; and whose abode, whose address, I know not how to discover! I must not apply to any of my original friends: unknown, and in circumstances the most strange, if not suspicious, can I hope to make myself any new ones? -- Can I even subsist, when, though thus involved in mystery, I am as indigent as I am friendless, yet dare not say who, nor what I am, -- and hardly even know it myself!'"}, {"quote": "'I fear to seem importunate,", "context": "A message thus open could neither startle nor embarrass her, and he was instantly admitted.\n\nHe found her pale and agitated. Her letter, which was in her hand, she hastily folded, but looked at nothing else, while she waited an explanation of his visit.\n\n'I could not,' he said, 'go back to Lewes without knowing whether your expectations are answered in coming hither; or whether you will permit me to tell the Miss Joddrels that they may still have the pleasure to be of some use to you.'\n\nShe appeared to be unable to speak.\n\n'I fear to seem importunate,' he continued, 'yet I have no intention, believe me, to ask any officious questions. I respect what you have said of the nature of your situation, too much to desire any information beyond what may tend to alleviate its uneasiness.'\n\nShe held her hands before her eyes, to hide her fresh gushing tears, but they trickled fast through her fingers, as she answered, 'My situation is now deplorable indeed! -- I have no letter, no direction from the person whom I had hoped to meet; and whose abode, whose address, I know not how to discover! I must not apply to any of my original friends: unknown, and in circumstances the most strange, if not suspicious, can I hope to make myself any new ones? -- Can I even subsist, when, though thus involved in mystery, I am as indigent as I am friendless, yet dare not say who, nor what I am, -- and hardly even know it myself!'"}, {"quote": "'yet I have no intention, believe me, to ask any officious questions. I respect what you have said of the nature of your situation, too much to desire any information beyond what may tend to alleviate its uneasiness.'", "context": "He found her pale and agitated. Her letter, which was in her hand, she hastily folded, but looked at nothing else, while she waited an explanation of his visit.\n\n'I could not,' he said, 'go back to Lewes without knowing whether your expectations are answered in coming hither; or whether you will permit me to tell the Miss Joddrels that they may still have the pleasure to be of some use to you.'\n\nShe appeared to be unable to speak.\n\n'I fear to seem importunate,' he continued, 'yet I have no intention, believe me, to ask any officious questions. I respect what you have said of the nature of your situation, too much to desire any information beyond what may tend to alleviate its uneasiness.'\n\nShe held her hands before her eyes, to hide her fresh gushing tears, but they trickled fast through her fingers, as she answered, 'My situation is now deplorable indeed! -- I have no letter, no direction from the person whom I had hoped to meet; and whose abode, whose address, I know not how to discover! I must not apply to any of my original friends: unknown, and in circumstances the most strange, if not suspicious, can I hope to make myself any new ones? -- Can I even subsist, when, though thus involved in mystery, I am as indigent as I am friendless, yet dare not say who, nor what I am, -- and hardly even know it myself!'"}, {"quote": "'My situation is now deplorable indeed! -- I have no letter, no direction from the person whom I had hoped to meet; and whose abode, whose address, I know not how to discover! I must not apply to any of my original friends: unknown, and in circumstances the most strange, if not suspicious, can I hope to make myself any new ones? -- Can I even subsist, when, though thus involved in mystery, I am as indigent as I am friendless, yet dare not say who, nor what I am, -- and hardly even know it myself!'", "context": "'go back to Lewes without knowing whether your expectations are answered in coming hither; or whether you will permit me to tell the Miss Joddrels that they may still have the pleasure to be of some use to you.'\n\nShe appeared to be unable to speak.\n\n'I fear to seem importunate,' he continued, 'yet I have no intention, believe me, to ask any officious questions. I respect what you have said of the nature of your situation, too much to desire any information beyond what may tend to alleviate its uneasiness.'\n\nShe held her hands before her eyes, to hide her fresh gushing tears, but they trickled fast through her fingers, as she answered, 'My situation is now deplorable indeed! -- I have no letter, no direction from the person whom I had hoped to meet; and whose abode, whose address, I know not how to discover! I must not apply to any of my original friends: unknown, and in circumstances the most strange, if not suspicious, can I hope to make myself any new ones? -- Can I even subsist, when, though thus involved in mystery, I am as indigent as I am friendless, yet dare not say who, nor what I am, -- and hardly even know it myself!'\n\nTouched with compassion, he drew nearer to her, meaning, from an almost unconscious impulse of kindness, to take her hand; but feeling, with equal quickness, the impropriety of allowing his pity such a manifestation, he retreated to his first place, and, in accents of gentle, but respectful commiseration, expressed his concern for her distress.\n\nSomewhat soothed, yet heavily sighing, 'To fail finding,' she said, 'either the friend, or her direction, that I expected, overwhelms me with difficulty and perplexity. And even this letter from abroad, though most welcome, has grievously disappointed me! I am promised, however, another, which may bring me, perhaps, happier tidings. I must wait for it patiently; but the person from whom it comes little imagines my destitute state! The unfortunate loss of my purse makes it, by this delay of all succour, almost desperate!'"}, {"quote": "'To fail finding,", "context": "'My situation is now deplorable indeed! -- I have no letter, no direction from the person whom I had hoped to meet; and whose abode, whose address, I know not how to discover! I must not apply to any of my original friends: unknown, and in circumstances the most strange, if not suspicious, can I hope to make myself any new ones? -- Can I even subsist, when, though thus involved in mystery, I am as indigent as I am friendless, yet dare not say who, nor what I am, -- and hardly even know it myself!'\n\nTouched with compassion, he drew nearer to her, meaning, from an almost unconscious impulse of kindness, to take her hand; but feeling, with equal quickness, the impropriety of allowing his pity such a manifestation, he retreated to his first place, and, in accents of gentle, but respectful commiseration, expressed his concern for her distress.\n\nSomewhat soothed, yet heavily sighing, 'To fail finding,' she said, 'either the friend, or her direction, that I expected, overwhelms me with difficulty and perplexity. And even this letter from abroad, though most welcome, has grievously disappointed me! I am promised, however, another, which may bring me, perhaps, happier tidings. I must wait for it patiently; but the person from whom it comes little imagines my destitute state! The unfortunate loss of my purse makes it, by this delay of all succour, almost desperate!'"}, {"quote": "'either the friend, or her direction, that I expected, overwhelms me with difficulty and perplexity. And even this letter from abroad, though most welcome, has grievously disappointed me! I am promised, however, another, which may bring me, perhaps, happier tidings. I must wait for it patiently; but the person from whom it comes little imagines my destitute state! The unfortunate loss of my purse makes it, by this delay of all succour, almost desperate!'", "context": "'My situation is now deplorable indeed! -- I have no letter, no direction from the person whom I had hoped to meet; and whose abode, whose address, I know not how to discover! I must not apply to any of my original friends: unknown, and in circumstances the most strange, if not suspicious, can I hope to make myself any new ones? -- Can I even subsist, when, though thus involved in mystery, I am as indigent as I am friendless, yet dare not say who, nor what I am, -- and hardly even know it myself!'\n\nTouched with compassion, he drew nearer to her, meaning, from an almost unconscious impulse of kindness, to take her hand; but feeling, with equal quickness, the impropriety of allowing his pity such a manifestation, he retreated to his first place, and, in accents of gentle, but respectful commiseration, expressed his concern for her distress.\n\nSomewhat soothed, yet heavily sighing, 'To fail finding,' she said, 'either the friend, or her direction, that I expected, overwhelms me with difficulty and perplexity. And even this letter from abroad, though most welcome, has grievously disappointed me! I am promised, however, another, which may bring me, perhaps, happier tidings. I must wait for it patiently; but the person from whom it comes little imagines my destitute state! The unfortunate loss of my purse makes it, by this delay of all succour, almost desperate!'\n\nThe hand of Harleigh was involuntarily in his pocket, but before he could either draw out his purse, or speak, she tremulously added, colouring, and holding back, 'I am ashamed to have mentioned a circumstance, which seems to call for a species of assistance, that it is impossible I should accept.'\n\nHarleigh bowed, acquiescent.\n\nHer eyes thanked him for sparing her any contest, and she then gratefully acceded to his proposal, of soliciting for her the renewed aid and countenance of the Miss Joddrels, from whom some little notice might be highly advantageous, in securing her decent treatment, during the few days, -- perhaps more, -- that she might be kept waiting at Brighthelmstone for another letter."}, {"quote": "'I am ashamed to have mentioned a circumstance, which seems to call for a species of assistance, that it is impossible I should accept.'", "context": "'either the friend, or her direction, that I expected, overwhelms me with difficulty and perplexity. And even this letter from abroad, though most welcome, has grievously disappointed me! I am promised, however, another, which may bring me, perhaps, happier tidings. I must wait for it patiently; but the person from whom it comes little imagines my destitute state! The unfortunate loss of my purse makes it, by this delay of all succour, almost desperate!'\n\nThe hand of Harleigh was involuntarily in his pocket, but before he could either draw out his purse, or speak, she tremulously added, colouring, and holding back, 'I am ashamed to have mentioned a circumstance, which seems to call for a species of assistance, that it is impossible I should accept.'\n\nHarleigh bowed, acquiescent.\n\nHer eyes thanked him for sparing her any contest, and she then gratefully acceded to his proposal, of soliciting for her the renewed aid and countenance of the Miss Joddrels, from whom some little notice might be highly advantageous, in securing her decent treatment, during the few days, -- perhaps more, -- that she might be kept waiting at Brighthelmstone for another letter.\n\nHe gently exhorted her to re-animate her courage, and hoped to convince her, by the next morning, that he had not intruded upon her retirement from motives of idle and useless curiosity."}, {"quote": "'at our house, so I am come hither to cool myself. Aunt Maple and I have fought a noble battle; but I have won the day.'", "context": "As soon as he was gone, she treated with Miss Matson, the milliner, to whom Harleigh had considerately named her as a young person known to Mrs Maple, for a small room in her house during a few days; and then, somewhat revived, she endeavoured, by recollecting the evils which she had escaped, to look forward, with better hopes of alleviation, to those which might yet remain to be encountered.\n\nCHAPTER VIII\n\nThe next morning, the Wanderer had the happy surprise of seeing Elinor burst into her chamber. 'We are all on fire,' she cried, 'at our house, so I am come hither to cool myself. Aunt Maple and I have fought a noble battle; but I have won the day.'\n\nShe then related, that Harleigh had brought them an account of her disappointments, her letter, her design to wait for another, and her being at the milliner's. 'Aunt Maple,' she continued, 'treated the whole as imposition; but I make it a rule never to let her pitiful system prevail in the house. And so, to cut the matter short, for I hate a long story, I gave her to understand, that, if she would not let you return to Lewes, and stay with us till your letter arrives, I should go to Brighthelmstone myself, and stay with you. This properly frightened her; for she knew I would keep my word.'"}, {"quote": "'treated the whole as imposition; but I make it a rule never to let her pitiful system prevail in the house. And so, to cut the matter short, for I hate a long story, I gave her to understand, that, if she would not let you return to Lewes, and stay with us till your letter arrives, I should go to Brighthelmstone myself, and stay with you. This properly frightened her; for she knew I would keep my word.'", "context": "The next morning, the Wanderer had the happy surprise of seeing Elinor burst into her chamber. 'We are all on fire,' she cried, 'at our house, so I am come hither to cool myself. Aunt Maple and I have fought a noble battle; but I have won the day.'\n\nShe then related, that Harleigh had brought them an account of her disappointments, her letter, her design to wait for another, and her being at the milliner's. 'Aunt Maple,' she continued, 'treated the whole as imposition; but I make it a rule never to let her pitiful system prevail in the house. And so, to cut the matter short, for I hate a long story, I gave her to understand, that, if she would not let you return to Lewes, and stay with us till your letter arrives, I should go to Brighthelmstone myself, and stay with you. This properly frightened her; for she knew I would keep my word.'\n\n'And would you, Madam?' said the stranger, smiling.\n\n'Why not? Do you think I would not do a thing only because no one else would do it? I am never so happy as in ranging without a guide. However, we came to a compromise this morning; and she consents to permit your return, provided I don't let you enter her chaise, and engage for keeping you out of every body's way.'\n\nThe stranger, evidently hurt and offended, declined admission upon such terms. Her obligations, she said, were already sufficiently heavy, and she would struggle to avoid adding to their weight, and to supply her own few wants herself, till some new resource might open to her assistance."}, {"quote": "'And would you, Madam?", "context": "' she continued, 'treated the whole as imposition; but I make it a rule never to let her pitiful system prevail in the house. And so, to cut the matter short, for I hate a long story, I gave her to understand, that, if she would not let you return to Lewes, and stay with us till your letter arrives, I should go to Brighthelmstone myself, and stay with you. This properly frightened her; for she knew I would keep my word.'\n\n'And would you, Madam?' said the stranger, smiling.\n\n'Why not? Do you think I would not do a thing only because no one else would do it? I am never so happy as in ranging without a guide. However, we came to a compromise this morning; and she consents to permit your return, provided I don't let you enter her chaise, and engage for keeping you out of every body's way.'\n\nThe stranger, evidently hurt and offended, declined admission upon such terms. Her obligations, she said, were already sufficiently heavy, and she would struggle to avoid adding to their weight, and to supply her own few wants herself, till some new resource might open to her assistance."}, {"quote": "'Why not? Do you think I would not do a thing only because no one else would do it? I am never so happy as in ranging without a guide. However, we came to a compromise this morning; and she consents to permit your return, provided I don't let you enter her chaise, and engage for keeping you out of every body's way.'", "context": "'treated the whole as imposition; but I make it a rule never to let her pitiful system prevail in the house. And so, to cut the matter short, for I hate a long story, I gave her to understand, that, if she would not let you return to Lewes, and stay with us till your letter arrives, I should go to Brighthelmstone myself, and stay with you. This properly frightened her; for she knew I would keep my word.'\n\n'And would you, Madam?' said the stranger, smiling.\n\n'Why not? Do you think I would not do a thing only because no one else would do it? I am never so happy as in ranging without a guide. However, we came to a compromise this morning; and she consents to permit your return, provided I don't let you enter her chaise, and engage for keeping you out of every body's way.'\n\nThe stranger, evidently hurt and offended, declined admission upon such terms. Her obligations, she said, were already sufficiently heavy, and she would struggle to avoid adding to their weight, and to supply her own few wants herself, till some new resource might open to her assistance.\n\nElinor, surprised, hastily demanded whether she meant to live alone, that she might only be aided, and only be visited by Mr Harleigh.\n\nThe stranger looked all astonishment.\n\n'Nay, that will certainly be the most pleasant method; so I don't affect to wonder at it; nevertheless -- '"}, {"quote": "'Attachment? I protest to you, Madam, except at those periods when his benevolence or urbanity have excited my gratitude, my own difficulties have absorbed my every thought!'", "context": "'Nay, that will certainly be the most pleasant method; so I don't affect to wonder at it; nevertheless -- '\n\nShe hesitated, but her face was tinted with a glow of disturbance, and her voice announced strong rising emotion, as she presently added, 'If you think of forming any attachment with that man -- ' She stopt abruptly.\n\nThe heightened amazement of the stranger kept her for a few instants speechless; but the troubled brow of Elinor soon made her with firmness and spirit answer, 'Attachment? I protest to you, Madam, except at those periods when his benevolence or urbanity have excited my gratitude, my own difficulties have absorbed my every thought!'\n\n'I heartily congratulate your apathy!' said Elinor, her features instantly dilating into a smile; 'for he is so completely a non-descript, that he would else incontestably set you upon hunting out for some new Rosamund's Pond. That is all I mean.'\n\nShe then, but with gaiety and good humour, enquired whether or not the stranger would return to Lewes.\n\nNothing, to the stranger, could be less attractive at this moment; yet the fear of such another misinterpretation and rebuff, and the unspeakable dread of losing, in her helpless situation, all female countenance, conquered her repugnance."}, {"quote": "'I heartily congratulate your apathy!", "context": "She hesitated, but her face was tinted with a glow of disturbance, and her voice announced strong rising emotion, as she presently added, 'If you think of forming any attachment with that man -- ' She stopt abruptly.\n\nThe heightened amazement of the stranger kept her for a few instants speechless; but the troubled brow of Elinor soon made her with firmness and spirit answer, 'Attachment? I protest to you, Madam, except at those periods when his benevolence or urbanity have excited my gratitude, my own difficulties have absorbed my every thought!'\n\n'I heartily congratulate your apathy!' said Elinor, her features instantly dilating into a smile; 'for he is so completely a non-descript, that he would else incontestably set you upon hunting out for some new Rosamund's Pond. That is all I mean.'\n\nShe then, but with gaiety and good humour, enquired whether or not the stranger would return to Lewes.\n\nNothing, to the stranger, could be less attractive at this moment; yet the fear of such another misinterpretation and rebuff, and the unspeakable dread of losing, in her helpless situation, all female countenance, conquered her repugnance."}, {"quote": "'for he is so completely a non-descript, that he would else incontestably set you upon hunting out for some new Rosamund's Pond. That is all I mean.'", "context": "She hesitated, but her face was tinted with a glow of disturbance, and her voice announced strong rising emotion, as she presently added, 'If you think of forming any attachment with that man -- ' She stopt abruptly.\n\nThe heightened amazement of the stranger kept her for a few instants speechless; but the troubled brow of Elinor soon made her with firmness and spirit answer, 'Attachment? I protest to you, Madam, except at those periods when his benevolence or urbanity have excited my gratitude, my own difficulties have absorbed my every thought!'\n\n'I heartily congratulate your apathy!' said Elinor, her features instantly dilating into a smile; 'for he is so completely a non-descript, that he would else incontestably set you upon hunting out for some new Rosamund's Pond. That is all I mean.'\n\nShe then, but with gaiety and good humour, enquired whether or not the stranger would return to Lewes.\n\nNothing, to the stranger, could be less attractive at this moment; yet the fear of such another misinterpretation and rebuff, and the unspeakable dread of losing, in her helpless situation, all female countenance, conquered her repugnance.\n\nElinor then said that she would hurry home, and send off the same elegant machine from the farm, which, she found, had been made use of in her service the preceding day."}, {"quote": "'How lucky it is that you are come back; for now I have got somebody to say it to!'", "context": "Far from exhilarated was the young person whom she left, who, thus treated, could scarcely brook the permission to return, which before she would have solicited. Small are the circumstances which reverse all our wishes! and one hour still less resembles another in our feelings, than in our actions.\n\nUpon arriving again at the house of Mrs Maple, she was met by Selina, who expressed the greatest pleasure at her return, and conducted her to the little room which she had before occupied; eagerly announcing that she had already learnt half her part, which she glibly repeated, crying, 'How lucky it is that you are come back; for now I have got somebody to say it to!'\n\nMrs Maple, she added, had refused her consent to the whole scheme, till Elinor threatened to carry it into execution in Farmer Gooch's barn, and to invite all the county.\n\nShe then entered into sundry details of family secrets, the principal of which was, that she often thought that she should be married before her sister Elinor, though Sister Elinor was twenty-two years old, and she herself was only fourteen: but Sister Elinor had had a violent quarrel with Mr Dennis Harleigh, whom she had been engaged to marry before she went abroad, about the French Revolution, which Sister Elinor said was the finest thing in the world, but which Mr Dennis said was the very worst. But, for all that, he loved her so, that he had made his brother fetch her home, and wanted the marriage to take place directly: and Aunt Maple wished it too, of all things, because Sister Elinor was so hard to manage; for, now she was of age, she did everything that she liked; and she protested that she would not give her consent, unless Mr Dennis promised to change his opinion upon the French Revolution; so they quarrelled again the day before they left town; and Aunt Maple, quite frightened, invited Mr Harleigh, the elder brother, to come and spend a week or two at Lewes, to try to bring matters round again."}, {"quote": "'I wish you could hear,", "context": "She then entered into sundry details of family secrets, the principal of which was, that she often thought that she should be married before her sister Elinor, though Sister Elinor was twenty-two years old, and she herself was only fourteen: but Sister Elinor had had a violent quarrel with Mr Dennis Harleigh, whom she had been engaged to marry before she went abroad, about the French Revolution, which Sister Elinor said was the finest thing in the world, but which Mr Dennis said was the very worst. But, for all that, he loved her so, that he had made his brother fetch her home, and wanted the marriage to take place directly: and Aunt Maple wished it too, of all things, because Sister Elinor was so hard to manage; for, now she was of age, she did everything that she liked; and she protested that she would not give her consent, unless Mr Dennis promised to change his opinion upon the French Revolution; so they quarrelled again the day before they left town; and Aunt Maple, quite frightened, invited Mr Harleigh, the elder brother, to come and spend a week or two at Lewes, to try to bring matters round again.\n\nThese anecdotes were interrupted by the appearance of Elinor, of whom the Incognita entreated, and obtained, permission to reside, as in town, wholly in her own room.\n\n'I wish you could hear,' said Elinor, 'how we all settle your history in the parlour. No two of us have the same idea of whom or what you are.' She then entered upon the subject of the play, which was to be the Provoked Husband, in compliment to Miss Arbe, a young lady of celebrated talents, who, having frequently played the part of Lady Townly, with amazing applause, at private theatres, had offered her services for that character, but would study no other. This, Elinor complained, was singularly provoking, as Harleigh, who alone of the whole set was worth acting with, must necessarily be Lord Townly. However, since she could not try her own theatrical skill, by the magnetizing powers of reciprocated exertions, she determined, in relinquishing what was brilliant, to adopt at least what was diverting; for which reason she had taken the part of Lady Wronghead. Selina was to be Miss Jenny; Ireton, 'Squire Richard; and she had pitched upon Mr Scope and Miss Bydel, two famous, formal quizzes, residing in Lewes, to compliment them with the fogrum parts of Manly and Lady Grace; characters which always put the audience to sleep; but that, as they were both good sort of souls, who were never awake themselves, they would not find out. The other parts she had chiefly arranged for the pleasure of giving a lesson of democracy to Aunt Maple; for she had appointed Sir Francis Wronghead to Mr Stubbs, an old steward belonging to Lord Rockton; Count Basset to young Gooch, a farmer's son; Myrtylla to Golding, her own maid, and John Moody to Tomlinson, the footman."}, {"quote": "'how we all settle your history in the parlour. No two of us have the same idea of whom or what you are.", "context": "She then entered into sundry details of family secrets, the principal of which was, that she often thought that she should be married before her sister Elinor, though Sister Elinor was twenty-two years old, and she herself was only fourteen: but Sister Elinor had had a violent quarrel with Mr Dennis Harleigh, whom she had been engaged to marry before she went abroad, about the French Revolution, which Sister Elinor said was the finest thing in the world, but which Mr Dennis said was the very worst. But, for all that, he loved her so, that he had made his brother fetch her home, and wanted the marriage to take place directly: and Aunt Maple wished it too, of all things, because Sister Elinor was so hard to manage; for, now she was of age, she did everything that she liked; and she protested that she would not give her consent, unless Mr Dennis promised to change his opinion upon the French Revolution; so they quarrelled again the day before they left town; and Aunt Maple, quite frightened, invited Mr Harleigh, the elder brother, to come and spend a week or two at Lewes, to try to bring matters round again.\n\nThese anecdotes were interrupted by the appearance of Elinor, of whom the Incognita entreated, and obtained, permission to reside, as in town, wholly in her own room.\n\n'I wish you could hear,' said Elinor, 'how we all settle your history in the parlour. No two of us have the same idea of whom or what you are.' She then entered upon the subject of the play, which was to be the Provoked Husband, in compliment to Miss Arbe, a young lady of celebrated talents, who, having frequently played the part of Lady Townly, with amazing applause, at private theatres, had offered her services for that character, but would study no other. This, Elinor complained, was singularly provoking, as Harleigh, who alone of the whole set was worth acting with, must necessarily be Lord Townly. However, since she could not try her own theatrical skill, by the magnetizing powers of reciprocated exertions, she determined, in relinquishing what was brilliant, to adopt at least what was diverting; for which reason she had taken the part of Lady Wronghead. Selina was to be Miss Jenny; Ireton, 'Squire Richard; and she had pitched upon Mr Scope and Miss Bydel, two famous, formal quizzes, residing in Lewes, to compliment them with the fogrum parts of Manly and Lady Grace; characters which always put the audience to sleep; but that, as they were both good sort of souls, who were never awake themselves, they would not find out. The other parts she had chiefly arranged for the pleasure of giving a lesson of democracy to Aunt Maple; for she had appointed Sir Francis Wronghead to Mr Stubbs, an old steward belonging to Lord Rockton; Count Basset to young Gooch, a farmer's son; Myrtylla to Golding, her own maid, and John Moody to Tomlinson, the footman."}, {"quote": "'My dear,", "context": "To be left, then, alone was not to be left to unbroken slumbers. She had no dependence, nor hope, but in an expected second letter, yet had devised no means to secure its immediate reception, even if its quick arrival corresponded with her wishes. As soon, therefore, as she heard the family stirring the next morning, she descended, with an intention of going to the housekeeper's room, to make some arrangement for that purpose.\n\nIreton, who caught a glimpse of her upon the stairs, met and stopt her. 'My dear,' he cried, 'don't think me such a prig as to do you any mischief; but take a hint! Don't see quite so much of a certain young lady, whom I don't wish should know the world quite so soon! You understand me, my dear?'\n\nInexpressibly offended, she was contemptuously shrinking from him, when they were joined by Harleigh, who asked, with an air of respect that was evidently meant to give a lesson to Ireton, whether she would permit him to call at the post-office, to order that her letters should be forwarded to Lewes."}, {"quote": "'don't think me such a prig as to do you any mischief; but take a hint! Don't see quite so much of a certain young lady, whom I don't wish should know the world quite so soon! You understand me, my dear?'", "context": "To be left, then, alone was not to be left to unbroken slumbers. She had no dependence, nor hope, but in an expected second letter, yet had devised no means to secure its immediate reception, even if its quick arrival corresponded with her wishes. As soon, therefore, as she heard the family stirring the next morning, she descended, with an intention of going to the housekeeper's room, to make some arrangement for that purpose.\n\nIreton, who caught a glimpse of her upon the stairs, met and stopt her. 'My dear,' he cried, 'don't think me such a prig as to do you any mischief; but take a hint! Don't see quite so much of a certain young lady, whom I don't wish should know the world quite so soon! You understand me, my dear?'\n\nInexpressibly offended, she was contemptuously shrinking from him, when they were joined by Harleigh, who asked, with an air of respect that was evidently meant to give a lesson to Ireton, whether she would permit him to call at the post-office, to order that her letters should be forwarded to Lewes.\n\nThis offer was irresistible, and, with looks of the brightest gratitude, she was uttering her acknowledgements, when the voice of Elinor, from a distance, sounding tremulous and agitated, checked her, and she hastily retreated."}, {"quote": "'See how I have been labouring to assist and to serve you, at the very moment of your insidious duplicity!'", "context": "Inexpressibly offended, she was contemptuously shrinking from him, when they were joined by Harleigh, who asked, with an air of respect that was evidently meant to give a lesson to Ireton, whether she would permit him to call at the post-office, to order that her letters should be forwarded to Lewes.\n\nThis offer was irresistible, and, with looks of the brightest gratitude, she was uttering her acknowledgements, when the voice of Elinor, from a distance, sounding tremulous and agitated, checked her, and she hastily retreated.\n\nBut her room-door was only shut to be almost instantly thrown open by Elinor herself, who, entering with a large parcel in her hands, while her face shewed pain and disorder, said, 'See how I have been labouring to assist and to serve you, at the very moment of your insidious duplicity!'\n\nThunderstruck by the harshness of an attack nearly as incomprehensible as it was vehement, the stranger fixed her eyes upon her accuser with a look that said, Are you mad?\n\nThe silent, yet speaking expression was caught by Elinor, who, struck with sudden shame, frankly begged her pardon; and, after a little reflexion, coolly added, 'You must never mind what I say, nor what I do; for I sport all sort of things, and in all sort of manners. But it is merely to keep off stagnation: I dread nothing like a lethargy. But pray what were you all about just now?'"}, {"quote": "'You must never mind what I say, nor what I do; for I sport all sort of things, and in all sort of manners. But it is merely to keep off stagnation: I dread nothing like a lethargy. But pray what were you all about just now?'", "context": "'See how I have been labouring to assist and to serve you, at the very moment of your insidious duplicity!'\n\nThunderstruck by the harshness of an attack nearly as incomprehensible as it was vehement, the stranger fixed her eyes upon her accuser with a look that said, Are you mad?\n\nThe silent, yet speaking expression was caught by Elinor, who, struck with sudden shame, frankly begged her pardon; and, after a little reflexion, coolly added, 'You must never mind what I say, nor what I do; for I sport all sort of things, and in all sort of manners. But it is merely to keep off stagnation: I dread nothing like a lethargy. But pray what were you all about just now?'\n\nThe Incognita related her intended purpose; its interruption; the offer of Mr Harleigh; and its acceptance.\n\nElinor looked perturbed again, and said, 'You seem mighty fond, methinks, of employing Mr Harleigh for your Mercury!'\n\n'He is so good as to employ himself. I could never think of taking such a liberty.'\n\nElinor put up her lip; but told her to make what use she could of the parcel, and, with an abrupt 'Good morning"}, {"quote": "'You seem mighty fond, methinks, of employing Mr Harleigh for your Mercury!'", "context": "The silent, yet speaking expression was caught by Elinor, who, struck with sudden shame, frankly begged her pardon; and, after a little reflexion, coolly added, 'You must never mind what I say, nor what I do; for I sport all sort of things, and in all sort of manners. But it is merely to keep off stagnation: I dread nothing like a lethargy. But pray what were you all about just now?'\n\nThe Incognita related her intended purpose; its interruption; the offer of Mr Harleigh; and its acceptance.\n\nElinor looked perturbed again, and said, 'You seem mighty fond, methinks, of employing Mr Harleigh for your Mercury!'\n\n'He is so good as to employ himself. I could never think of taking such a liberty.'\n\nElinor put up her lip; but told her to make what use she could of the parcel, and, with an abrupt 'Good morning,' went down to breakfast.\n\nThe stranger, amazed and confounded, remained for some time absorbed by conjectures upon this scene.\n\nThe parcel contained cast-off clothes of almost every description; but, much as she required such aid, the manner in which it was offered determined her upon its rejection."}, {"quote": "'He is so good as to employ himself. I could never think of taking such a liberty.'", "context": "'You must never mind what I say, nor what I do; for I sport all sort of things, and in all sort of manners. But it is merely to keep off stagnation: I dread nothing like a lethargy. But pray what were you all about just now?'\n\nThe Incognita related her intended purpose; its interruption; the offer of Mr Harleigh; and its acceptance.\n\nElinor looked perturbed again, and said, 'You seem mighty fond, methinks, of employing Mr Harleigh for your Mercury!'\n\n'He is so good as to employ himself. I could never think of taking such a liberty.'\n\nElinor put up her lip; but told her to make what use she could of the parcel, and, with an abrupt 'Good morning,' went down to breakfast.\n\nThe stranger, amazed and confounded, remained for some time absorbed by conjectures upon this scene.\n\nThe parcel contained cast-off clothes of almost every description; but, much as she required such aid, the manner in which it was offered determined her upon its rejection.\n\nIn a few hours, the maid who brought her meals, was desired by Mr Harleigh to inform her, that he had executed her commission at the post-office."}, {"quote": "'Good morning,", "context": "The Incognita related her intended purpose; its interruption; the offer of Mr Harleigh; and its acceptance.\n\nElinor looked perturbed again, and said, 'You seem mighty fond, methinks, of employing Mr Harleigh for your Mercury!'\n\n'He is so good as to employ himself. I could never think of taking such a liberty.'\n\nElinor put up her lip; but told her to make what use she could of the parcel, and, with an abrupt 'Good morning,' went down to breakfast.\n\nThe stranger, amazed and confounded, remained for some time absorbed by conjectures upon this scene.\n\nThe parcel contained cast-off clothes of almost every description; but, much as she required such aid, the manner in which it was offered determined her upon its rejection.\n\nIn a few hours, the maid who brought her meals, was desired by Mr Harleigh to inform her, that he had executed her commission at the post-office.\n\nThis assurance revived her, and enabled her to pass the day in tolerable tranquillity, though perfectly alone, and without any species of employment to diversify her ruminations, or help to wear away the tediousness of expectation."}, {"quote": "'I am sure of that!'", "context": "Meantime, most of the other inhabitants of the house, were engaged by studying their parts for the intended representation, which so completely occupied some by choice, and others by complaisance, or necessity, that no visit or excursion was made abroad, till several days after their arrival at Lewes. Mrs Maple then, with her whole party, accepted an invitation to dine and spend the evening with the family of their principal actress, Miss Arbe; but a sudden indisposition with which that lady was seized after dinner, forced them home again early in the evening. Their return being unexpected, the servants were all out, or out of the way, but, entering by a door leading from the garden, which they found open, they were struck with the sound of music. They stopped, and distinctly heard a harp; they listened, and found that it was played with uncommon ability.\n\n''Tis my harp!' cried Selina, 'I am sure of that!'\n\n'Your harp?' said Mrs Maple; 'why who can be playing it?'\n\n'Hist! dear ladies,' said Harleigh; ''tis some exquisite performer.'\n\n'It must be Lady Kendover, then,' said Mrs Maple, 'for nobody else comes to our house that plays the harp.'\n\nA new movement was now begun; it was slow and pathetic, and played with so much taste and expression, though mixed with bursts of rapid execution, that the whole auditory was equally charmed and surprized; and every one, Mrs Maple herself not excepted, with uplifted finger seemed to beseech attention from the rest."}, {"quote": "'why who can be playing it?'", "context": "Meantime, most of the other inhabitants of the house, were engaged by studying their parts for the intended representation, which so completely occupied some by choice, and others by complaisance, or necessity, that no visit or excursion was made abroad, till several days after their arrival at Lewes. Mrs Maple then, with her whole party, accepted an invitation to dine and spend the evening with the family of their principal actress, Miss Arbe; but a sudden indisposition with which that lady was seized after dinner, forced them home again early in the evening. Their return being unexpected, the servants were all out, or out of the way, but, entering by a door leading from the garden, which they found open, they were struck with the sound of music. They stopped, and distinctly heard a harp; they listened, and found that it was played with uncommon ability.\n\n''Tis my harp!' cried Selina, 'I am sure of that!'\n\n'Your harp?' said Mrs Maple; 'why who can be playing it?'\n\n'Hist! dear ladies,' said Harleigh; ''tis some exquisite performer.'\n\n'It must be Lady Kendover, then,' said Mrs Maple, 'for nobody else comes to our house that plays the harp.'\n\nA new movement was now begun; it was slow and pathetic, and played with so much taste and expression, though mixed with bursts of rapid execution, that the whole auditory was equally charmed and surprized; and every one, Mrs Maple herself not excepted, with uplifted finger seemed to beseech attention from the rest."}, {"quote": "'Hist! dear ladies,", "context": "Meantime, most of the other inhabitants of the house, were engaged by studying their parts for the intended representation, which so completely occupied some by choice, and others by complaisance, or necessity, that no visit or excursion was made abroad, till several days after their arrival at Lewes. Mrs Maple then, with her whole party, accepted an invitation to dine and spend the evening with the family of their principal actress, Miss Arbe; but a sudden indisposition with which that lady was seized after dinner, forced them home again early in the evening. Their return being unexpected, the servants were all out, or out of the way, but, entering by a door leading from the garden, which they found open, they were struck with the sound of music. They stopped, and distinctly heard a harp; they listened, and found that it was played with uncommon ability.\n\n''Tis my harp!' cried Selina, 'I am sure of that!'\n\n'Your harp?' said Mrs Maple; 'why who can be playing it?'\n\n'Hist! dear ladies,' said Harleigh; ''tis some exquisite performer.'\n\n'It must be Lady Kendover, then,' said Mrs Maple, 'for nobody else comes to our house that plays the harp.'\n\nA new movement was now begun; it was slow and pathetic, and played with so much taste and expression, though mixed with bursts of rapid execution, that the whole auditory was equally charmed and surprized; and every one, Mrs Maple herself not excepted, with uplifted finger seemed to beseech attention from the rest."}, {"quote": "''tis some exquisite performer.'", "context": "Meantime, most of the other inhabitants of the house, were engaged by studying their parts for the intended representation, which so completely occupied some by choice, and others by complaisance, or necessity, that no visit or excursion was made abroad, till several days after their arrival at Lewes. Mrs Maple then, with her whole party, accepted an invitation to dine and spend the evening with the family of their principal actress, Miss Arbe; but a sudden indisposition with which that lady was seized after dinner, forced them home again early in the evening. Their return being unexpected, the servants were all out, or out of the way, but, entering by a door leading from the garden, which they found open, they were struck with the sound of music. They stopped, and distinctly heard a harp; they listened, and found that it was played with uncommon ability.\n\n''Tis my harp!' cried Selina, 'I am sure of that!'\n\n'Your harp?' said Mrs Maple; 'why who can be playing it?'\n\n'Hist! dear ladies,' said Harleigh; ''tis some exquisite performer.'\n\n'It must be Lady Kendover, then,' said Mrs Maple, 'for nobody else comes to our house that plays the harp.'\n\nA new movement was now begun; it was slow and pathetic, and played with so much taste and expression, though mixed with bursts of rapid execution, that the whole auditory was equally charmed and surprized; and every one, Mrs Maple herself not excepted, with uplifted finger seemed to beseech attention from the rest.\n\nAn Arpeggio succeeded, followed by an air, which produced, alternately, tones sweet, yet penetrating, of touching pathos or impassioned animation; and announced a performer whom nature had gifted with her finest feelings, to second, or rather to meet the soul-pervading refinements of skilful art."}, {"quote": "'It must be Lady Kendover, then,", "context": "Meantime, most of the other inhabitants of the house, were engaged by studying their parts for the intended representation, which so completely occupied some by choice, and others by complaisance, or necessity, that no visit or excursion was made abroad, till several days after their arrival at Lewes. Mrs Maple then, with her whole party, accepted an invitation to dine and spend the evening with the family of their principal actress, Miss Arbe; but a sudden indisposition with which that lady was seized after dinner, forced them home again early in the evening. Their return being unexpected, the servants were all out, or out of the way, but, entering by a door leading from the garden, which they found open, they were struck with the sound of music. They stopped, and distinctly heard a harp; they listened, and found that it was played with uncommon ability.\n\n''Tis my harp!' cried Selina, 'I am sure of that!'\n\n'Your harp?' said Mrs Maple; 'why who can be playing it?'\n\n'Hist! dear ladies,' said Harleigh; ''tis some exquisite performer.'\n\n'It must be Lady Kendover, then,' said Mrs Maple, 'for nobody else comes to our house that plays the harp.'\n\nA new movement was now begun; it was slow and pathetic, and played with so much taste and expression, though mixed with bursts of rapid execution, that the whole auditory was equally charmed and surprized; and every one, Mrs Maple herself not excepted, with uplifted finger seemed to beseech attention from the rest.\n\nAn Arpeggio succeeded, followed by an air, which produced, alternately, tones sweet, yet penetrating, of touching pathos or impassioned animation; and announced a performer whom nature had gifted with her finest feelings, to second, or rather to meet the soul-pervading refinements of skilful art."}, {"quote": "'for nobody else comes to our house that plays the harp.'", "context": "Meantime, most of the other inhabitants of the house, were engaged by studying their parts for the intended representation, which so completely occupied some by choice, and others by complaisance, or necessity, that no visit or excursion was made abroad, till several days after their arrival at Lewes. Mrs Maple then, with her whole party, accepted an invitation to dine and spend the evening with the family of their principal actress, Miss Arbe; but a sudden indisposition with which that lady was seized after dinner, forced them home again early in the evening. Their return being unexpected, the servants were all out, or out of the way, but, entering by a door leading from the garden, which they found open, they were struck with the sound of music. They stopped, and distinctly heard a harp; they listened, and found that it was played with uncommon ability.\n\n''Tis my harp!' cried Selina, 'I am sure of that!'\n\n'Your harp?' said Mrs Maple; 'why who can be playing it?'\n\n'Hist! dear ladies,' said Harleigh; ''tis some exquisite performer.'\n\n'It must be Lady Kendover, then,' said Mrs Maple, 'for nobody else comes to our house that plays the harp.'\n\nA new movement was now begun; it was slow and pathetic, and played with so much taste and expression, though mixed with bursts of rapid execution, that the whole auditory was equally charmed and surprized; and every one, Mrs Maple herself not excepted, with uplifted finger seemed to beseech attention from the rest.\n\nAn Arpeggio succeeded, followed by an air, which produced, alternately, tones sweet, yet penetrating, of touching pathos or impassioned animation; and announced a performer whom nature had gifted with her finest feelings, to second, or rather to meet the soul-pervading refinements of skilful art."}, {"quote": "\"that a great tract of land formerly existed where the sea now is, and that Cornwall, the Scilly and Channel Islands, Ireland and Brittany are the remains of its highest summits", "context": "The soundings too showed that the ridge is covered with volcanic d\u00e9bris of which traces are to be found right across the ocean to the American coasts. Indeed the fact that the ocean bed, particularly about the Azores, has been the scene of volcanic disturbance on a gigantic scale, and that within a quite measurable period of geologic time, is conclusively proved by the investigations made during the above named expeditions.\n\nMr. Starkie Gardner is of opinion that in the Eocene times the British Islands formed part of a larger island or continent stretching into the Atlantic, and \"that a great tract of land formerly existed where the sea now is, and that Cornwall, the Scilly and Channel Islands, Ireland and Brittany are the remains of its highest summits\" (Pop. Sc. Review, July, 1878).\n\nSecond. -- The proved existence on continents separated by great oceans of similar or identical species of fauna and flora is the standing puzzle to biologists and botanists alike. But if a link between these continents once existed allowing for the natural migration of such animals and plants, the puzzle is solved. Now the fossil remains of the camel are found in India, Africa, South America and Kansas: but it is one of the generally accepted hypotheses of naturalists that every species of animal and plant originated in but one part of the globe, from which centre it gradually overran the other portions. How then can the facts of such fossil remains be accounted for without the existence of land communication in some remote age? Recent discoveries in the fossil beds of Nebraska seem also to prove that the horse originated in the Western Hemisphere, for that is the only part of the world where fossil remains have been discovered, showing the various intermediate forms which have been identified as the precursors of the true horse. It would therefore be difficult to account for the presence of the horse in Europe except on the hypothesis of continuous land communication between the two continents, seeing that it is certain that the horse existed in a wild state in Europe and Asia before his domestication by man, which may be traced back almost to the stone age. Cattle and sheep as we now know them have an equally remote ancestry. Darwin finds domesticated cattle in Europe in the earliest part of the stone age, having long before developed out of wild forms akin to the buffalo of America. Remains of the cave-lion of Europe are also found in North America."}, {"quote": "\"In what way was this plant", "context": "Turning now from the animal to the vegetable kingdom it appears that the greater part of the flora of the Miocene age in Europe -- found chiefly in the fossil beds of Switzerland -- exist at the present day in America, some of them in Africa. But the noteworthy fact about America is that while the greater proportion are to be found in the Eastern States, very many are wanting on the Pacific coast. This seems to show that it was from the Atlantic side that they entered the continent. Professor Asa Gray says that out of 66 genera and 155 species found in the forest east of the Rocky Mountains, only 31 genera and 78 species are found west of these heights.\n\nBut the greatest problem of all is the plantain or banana. Professor Kuntze, an eminent German botanist, asks, \"In what way was this plant\" (a native of tropical Asia and Africa) \"which cannot stand a voyage through the temperate zone, carried to America?\" As he points out, the plant is seedless, it cannot be propagated by cuttings, neither has it a tuber which could be easily transported. Its root is tree-like. To transport it special care would be required, nor could it stand a long transit. The only way in which he can account for its appearance in America is to suppose that it must have been transported by civilized man at a time when the polar regions had a tropical climate! He adds,"}, {"quote": "\"which cannot stand a voyage through the temperate zone, carried to America?", "context": "Turning now from the animal to the vegetable kingdom it appears that the greater part of the flora of the Miocene age in Europe -- found chiefly in the fossil beds of Switzerland -- exist at the present day in America, some of them in Africa. But the noteworthy fact about America is that while the greater proportion are to be found in the Eastern States, very many are wanting on the Pacific coast. This seems to show that it was from the Atlantic side that they entered the continent. Professor Asa Gray says that out of 66 genera and 155 species found in the forest east of the Rocky Mountains, only 31 genera and 78 species are found west of these heights.\n\nBut the greatest problem of all is the plantain or banana. Professor Kuntze, an eminent German botanist, asks, \"In what way was this plant\" (a native of tropical Asia and Africa) \"which cannot stand a voyage through the temperate zone, carried to America?\" As he points out, the plant is seedless, it cannot be propagated by cuttings, neither has it a tuber which could be easily transported. Its root is tree-like. To transport it special care would be required, nor could it stand a long transit. The only way in which he can account for its appearance in America is to suppose that it must have been transported by civilized man at a time when the polar regions had a tropical climate! He adds, \"a cultivated plant which does not possess seeds must have been under culture for a very long period ... it is perhaps fair to infer that these plants were cultivated as early as the beginning of the Diluvial period"}, {"quote": "\"a cultivated plant which does not possess seeds must have been under culture for a very long period ... it is perhaps fair to infer that these plants were cultivated as early as the beginning of the Diluvial period.", "context": "\"which cannot stand a voyage through the temperate zone, carried to America?\" As he points out, the plant is seedless, it cannot be propagated by cuttings, neither has it a tuber which could be easily transported. Its root is tree-like. To transport it special care would be required, nor could it stand a long transit. The only way in which he can account for its appearance in America is to suppose that it must have been transported by civilized man at a time when the polar regions had a tropical climate! He adds, \"a cultivated plant which does not possess seeds must have been under culture for a very long period ... it is perhaps fair to infer that these plants were cultivated as early as the beginning of the Diluvial period.\" Why, it may be asked, should not this inference take us back to still earlier times, and where did the civilization necessary for the plant's cultivation exist, or the climate and circumstances requisite for its transportation, unless there were at some time a link between the old world and the new?\n\nProfessor Wallace in his delightful Island Life as well as other writers in many important works, have put forward ingenious hypotheses to account for the identity of flora and fauna on widely separated lands, and for their transit across the ocean, but all are unconvincing, and all break down at different points."}, {"quote": "\"either still kept up commercial intercourse with some southern people, or had originally proceeded as colonists from the south.", "context": "Professor Wallace in his delightful Island Life as well as other writers in many important works, have put forward ingenious hypotheses to account for the identity of flora and fauna on widely separated lands, and for their transit across the ocean, but all are unconvincing, and all break down at different points.\n\nIt is well known that wheat as we know it has never existed in a truly wild state, nor is there any evidence tracing its descent from fossil species. Five varieties of wheat were already cultivated in Europe in the stone age -- one variety found in the \"Lake dwellings\" being known as Egyptian wheat, from which Darwin argues that the Lake dwellers \"either still kept up commercial intercourse with some southern people, or had originally proceeded as colonists from the south.\" He concludes that wheat, barley, oats, etc., are descended from various species now extinct, or so widely different as to escape identification in which case he says: \"Man must have cultivated cereals from an enormously remote period.\" The regions where these extinct species flourished, and the civilization under which they were cultivated by intelligent selection, are both supplied by the lost continent whose colonists carried them east and west.\n\nThird. -- From the fauna and flora we now turn to man.\n\nLanguage. -- The Basque language stands alone amongst European tongues, having affinity with none of them. According to Farrar,"}, {"quote": "\"Man must have cultivated cereals from an enormously remote period.", "context": "It is well known that wheat as we know it has never existed in a truly wild state, nor is there any evidence tracing its descent from fossil species. Five varieties of wheat were already cultivated in Europe in the stone age -- one variety found in the \"Lake dwellings\" being known as Egyptian wheat, from which Darwin argues that the Lake dwellers \"either still kept up commercial intercourse with some southern people, or had originally proceeded as colonists from the south.\" He concludes that wheat, barley, oats, etc., are descended from various species now extinct, or so widely different as to escape identification in which case he says: \"Man must have cultivated cereals from an enormously remote period.\" The regions where these extinct species flourished, and the civilization under which they were cultivated by intelligent selection, are both supplied by the lost continent whose colonists carried them east and west.\n\nThird. -- From the fauna and flora we now turn to man.\n\nLanguage. -- The Basque language stands alone amongst European tongues, having affinity with none of them. According to Farrar, \"there never has been any doubt that this isolated language, preserving its identity in a western corner of Europe, between two mighty kingdoms, resembles in its structure the aboriginal languages of the vast opposite continent (America) and those alon"}, {"quote": "\"there never has been any doubt that this isolated language, preserving its identity in a western corner of Europe, between two mighty kingdoms, resembles in its structure the aboriginal languages of the vast opposite continent (America) and those alone", "context": "\" He concludes that wheat, barley, oats, etc., are descended from various species now extinct, or so widely different as to escape identification in which case he says: \"Man must have cultivated cereals from an enormously remote period.\" The regions where these extinct species flourished, and the civilization under which they were cultivated by intelligent selection, are both supplied by the lost continent whose colonists carried them east and west.\n\nThird. -- From the fauna and flora we now turn to man.\n\nLanguage. -- The Basque language stands alone amongst European tongues, having affinity with none of them. According to Farrar, \"there never has been any doubt that this isolated language, preserving its identity in a western corner of Europe, between two mighty kingdoms, resembles in its structure the aboriginal languages of the vast opposite continent (America) and those alone\" (Families of Speech, p. 132).\n\nThe Phoenicians apparently were the first nation in the Eastern Hemisphere to use a phonetic alphabet, the characters being regarded as mere signs for sounds. It is a curious fact that at an equally early date we find a phonetic alphabet in Central America amongst the Mayas of Yucatan, whose traditions ascribe the origin of their civilization to a land across the sea to the east. Le Plongeon, the great authority on this subject, writes:"}, {"quote": "\"One-third of this tongue (the Maya) is pure Greek. Who brought the dialect of Homer to America? or who took to Greece that of the Mayas? Greek is the off-spring of the Sanscrit. Is Maya? or are they coeval?", "context": "\" (Families of Speech, p. 132).\n\nThe Phoenicians apparently were the first nation in the Eastern Hemisphere to use a phonetic alphabet, the characters being regarded as mere signs for sounds. It is a curious fact that at an equally early date we find a phonetic alphabet in Central America amongst the Mayas of Yucatan, whose traditions ascribe the origin of their civilization to a land across the sea to the east. Le Plongeon, the great authority on this subject, writes: \"One-third of this tongue (the Maya) is pure Greek. Who brought the dialect of Homer to America? or who took to Greece that of the Mayas? Greek is the off-spring of the Sanscrit. Is Maya? or are they coeval?\" Still more surprising is it to find thirteen letters out of the Maya alphabet bearing most distinct relation to the Egyptian hieroglyphic signs for the same letters. It is probable that the earliest form of alphabet was hieroglyphic, \"the writing of the Gods,\" as the Egyptians called it, and that it developed later in Atlantis into the phonetic. It would be natural to assume that the Egyptians were an early colony from Atlantis (as they actually were) and that they carried away with them the primitive type of writing which has thus left its traces on both hemispheres, while the Phoenicians, who were a sea-going people, obtained and assimilated the later form of alphabet during their trading voyages with the people of the west."}, {"quote": "\"the writing of the Gods,", "context": "\"One-third of this tongue (the Maya) is pure Greek. Who brought the dialect of Homer to America? or who took to Greece that of the Mayas? Greek is the off-spring of the Sanscrit. Is Maya? or are they coeval?\" Still more surprising is it to find thirteen letters out of the Maya alphabet bearing most distinct relation to the Egyptian hieroglyphic signs for the same letters. It is probable that the earliest form of alphabet was hieroglyphic, \"the writing of the Gods,\" as the Egyptians called it, and that it developed later in Atlantis into the phonetic. It would be natural to assume that the Egyptians were an early colony from Atlantis (as they actually were) and that they carried away with them the primitive type of writing which has thus left its traces on both hemispheres, while the Phoenicians, who were a sea-going people, obtained and assimilated the later form of alphabet during their trading voyages with the people of the west.\n\nOne more point may be noticed, viz., the extraordinary resemblance between many words in the Hebrew language and words bearing precisely the same meaning in the tongue of the Chiapenecs -- a branch of the Maya race, and amongst the most ancient in Central America. A list of these words is given in North Americans of Antiquity, p. 475."}, {"quote": "\"black and white men together", "context": "Ethnological Types. -- Atlantis as we shall see is said to have been inhabited by red, yellow, white and black races. It is now proved by the researches of Le Plongeon, De Quatrefages, Bancroft and others that black populations of negroid type existed even up to recent times in America. Many of the monuments of Central America are decorated with negro faces, and some of the idols found there are clearly intended to represent negros, with small skulls, short woolly hair and thick lips. The Popul Vuh, speaking of the first home of the Guatemalan race, says that \"black and white men together\" lived in this happy land \"in great peace,\" speaking \"one language.\" (See Bancroft's Native Races, p. 547.) The Popul Vuh goes on to relate how the people migrated from their ancestral home, how their language became altered, and how some went to the east, while other travelled west (to Central America).\n\nProfessor Retzius, in his Smithsonian Report, considers that the primitive dolichocephal\u00e6 of America are nearly related to the Guanches of the Canary Islands, and to the population on the Atlantic seaboard of Africa, which Latham comprises under the name of Egyptian-Atlantid\u00e6. The same form of skull is found in the Canary Islands off the African coast and the Carib Islands off the American coast, while the colour of the skin in both is that of a reddish-brown."}, {"quote": "\"in great peace,", "context": "Ethnological Types. -- Atlantis as we shall see is said to have been inhabited by red, yellow, white and black races. It is now proved by the researches of Le Plongeon, De Quatrefages, Bancroft and others that black populations of negroid type existed even up to recent times in America. Many of the monuments of Central America are decorated with negro faces, and some of the idols found there are clearly intended to represent negros, with small skulls, short woolly hair and thick lips. The Popul Vuh, speaking of the first home of the Guatemalan race, says that \"black and white men together\" lived in this happy land \"in great peace,\" speaking \"one language.\" (See Bancroft's Native Races, p. 547.) The Popul Vuh goes on to relate how the people migrated from their ancestral home, how their language became altered, and how some went to the east, while other travelled west (to Central America).\n\nProfessor Retzius, in his Smithsonian Report, considers that the primitive dolichocephal\u00e6 of America are nearly related to the Guanches of the Canary Islands, and to the population on the Atlantic seaboard of Africa, which Latham comprises under the name of Egyptian-Atlantid\u00e6. The same form of skull is found in the Canary Islands off the African coast and the Carib Islands off the American coast, while the colour of the skin in both is that of a reddish-brown."}, {"quote": "\"one language.", "context": "Ethnological Types. -- Atlantis as we shall see is said to have been inhabited by red, yellow, white and black races. It is now proved by the researches of Le Plongeon, De Quatrefages, Bancroft and others that black populations of negroid type existed even up to recent times in America. Many of the monuments of Central America are decorated with negro faces, and some of the idols found there are clearly intended to represent negros, with small skulls, short woolly hair and thick lips. The Popul Vuh, speaking of the first home of the Guatemalan race, says that \"black and white men together\" lived in this happy land \"in great peace,\" speaking \"one language.\" (See Bancroft's Native Races, p. 547.) The Popul Vuh goes on to relate how the people migrated from their ancestral home, how their language became altered, and how some went to the east, while other travelled west (to Central America).\n\nProfessor Retzius, in his Smithsonian Report, considers that the primitive dolichocephal\u00e6 of America are nearly related to the Guanches of the Canary Islands, and to the population on the Atlantic seaboard of Africa, which Latham comprises under the name of Egyptian-Atlantid\u00e6. The same form of skull is found in the Canary Islands off the African coast and the Carib Islands off the American coast, while the colour of the skin in both is that of a reddish-brown."}, {"quote": "\"The ancient Peruvians,", "context": "Professor Retzius, in his Smithsonian Report, considers that the primitive dolichocephal\u00e6 of America are nearly related to the Guanches of the Canary Islands, and to the population on the Atlantic seaboard of Africa, which Latham comprises under the name of Egyptian-Atlantid\u00e6. The same form of skull is found in the Canary Islands off the African coast and the Carib Islands off the American coast, while the colour of the skin in both is that of a reddish-brown.\n\nThe ancient Egyptians depicted themselves as red men of much the same complexion as exists to-day among some tribes of American Indians.\n\n\"The ancient Peruvians,\" says Short, \"appear from numerous examples of hair found in their tombs to have been an auburn-haired race.\"\n\nA remarkable fact about the American Indians, and one which is a standing puzzle to ethnologists, is the wide range of colour and complexion to be found among them. From the white tint of the Menominee, Dakota, Mandan and Zuni tribes, many of whom have auburn hair and blue eyes, to the almost negro blackness of the Karos of Kansas and the now extinct tribes of California, the Indian races run through every shade of red-brown, copper, olive, cinnamon, and bronze. (See Short's North Americans of Antiquity, Winchell's Pre-Adamites, and Catlin's Indians of North America; see also Atlantis, by Ignatius Donnelly who has collected a great mass of evidence under this and other heads.) We shall see by and by how the diversity of complexion on the American continent is accounted for by the original race-tints on the parent continent of Atlantis."}, {"quote": "\"appear from numerous examples of hair found in their tombs to have been an auburn-haired race.\"", "context": "Professor Retzius, in his Smithsonian Report, considers that the primitive dolichocephal\u00e6 of America are nearly related to the Guanches of the Canary Islands, and to the population on the Atlantic seaboard of Africa, which Latham comprises under the name of Egyptian-Atlantid\u00e6. The same form of skull is found in the Canary Islands off the African coast and the Carib Islands off the American coast, while the colour of the skin in both is that of a reddish-brown.\n\nThe ancient Egyptians depicted themselves as red men of much the same complexion as exists to-day among some tribes of American Indians.\n\n\"The ancient Peruvians,\" says Short, \"appear from numerous examples of hair found in their tombs to have been an auburn-haired race.\"\n\nA remarkable fact about the American Indians, and one which is a standing puzzle to ethnologists, is the wide range of colour and complexion to be found among them. From the white tint of the Menominee, Dakota, Mandan and Zuni tribes, many of whom have auburn hair and blue eyes, to the almost negro blackness of the Karos of Kansas and the now extinct tribes of California, the Indian races run through every shade of red-brown, copper, olive, cinnamon, and bronze. (See Short's North Americans of Antiquity, Winchell's Pre-Adamites, and Catlin's Indians of North America; see also Atlantis, by Ignatius Donnelly who has collected a great mass of evidence under this and other heads.) We shall see by and by how the diversity of complexion on the American continent is accounted for by the original race-tints on the parent continent of Atlantis."}, {"quote": "\"Dyaus-pitar,", "context": "Fourth. -- Nothing seems to have surprised the first Spanish adventurers in Mexico and Peru more than the extraordinary similarity to those of the old world, of the religious beliefs, rites, and emblems which they found established in the new. The Spanish priests regarded this similarity as the work of the devil. The worship of the cross by the natives, and its constant presence in all religious buildings and ceremonies, was the principal subject of their amazement; and indeed nowhere -- not even in India and Egypt -- was this symbol held in more profound veneration than amongst the primitive tribes of the American continents, while the meaning underlying its worship was identical. In the west, as in the east, the cross was the symbol of life -- sometimes of life physical, more often of life eternal.\n\nIn like manner in both hemispheres the worship of the sun-disk or circle, and of the serpent, was universal, and more surprising still is the similarity of the word signifying \"God\" in the principal languages of east and west. Compare the Sanscrit \"Dyaus\" or \"Dyaus-pitar,\" the Greek \"Theos\" and Zeus, the Latin \"Deus\" and \"Jupiter,\" the Keltic \"Dia\" and \"Ta,\" pronounced \"Thyah\" (seeming to bear affinity to the Egyptian Tau), the Jewish \"Jah\" or \"Yah\" and lastly the Mexican \"Teo\" or \"Zeo.\"\n\nBaptismal rites were practised by all nations. In Babylon and Egypt the candidates for initiation into the Mysteries were first baptized. Tertullian in his De Baptismo says that they were promised in consequence"}, {"quote": "\"regeneration and the pardon of all their perjuries.", "context": "\" the Greek \"Theos\" and Zeus, the Latin \"Deus\" and \"Jupiter,\" the Keltic \"Dia\" and \"Ta,\" pronounced \"Thyah\" (seeming to bear affinity to the Egyptian Tau), the Jewish \"Jah\" or \"Yah\" and lastly the Mexican \"Teo\" or \"Zeo.\"\n\nBaptismal rites were practised by all nations. In Babylon and Egypt the candidates for initiation into the Mysteries were first baptized. Tertullian in his De Baptismo says that they were promised in consequence \"regeneration and the pardon of all their perjuries.\" The Scandinavian nations practised baptism of new-born children; and when we turn to Mexico and Peru we find infant baptism there as a solemn ceremonial, consisting of water sprinkling, the sign of the cross, and prayers for the washing away of sin (see Humboldt's Mexican Researches and Prescott's Mexico).\n\nIn addition to baptism, the tribes of Mexico, Central America and Peru resembled the nations of the old world in their rites of confession, absolution, fasting, and marriage before priests by joining hands. They had even a ceremony resembling the Eucharist, in which cakes marked with the Tau (an Egyptian form of cross) were eaten, the people calling them the flesh of their God. These exactly resemble the sacred cakes of Egypt and other eastern nations. Like these nations too, the people of the new world had monastic orders, male and female, in which broken vows were punished with death. Like the Egyptians they embalmed their dead, they worshipped sun, moon, and planets, but over and above these adored a Deity"}, {"quote": "\"omnipresent, who knoweth all things ... invisible, incorporeal, one God of perfect perfection", "context": "In addition to baptism, the tribes of Mexico, Central America and Peru resembled the nations of the old world in their rites of confession, absolution, fasting, and marriage before priests by joining hands. They had even a ceremony resembling the Eucharist, in which cakes marked with the Tau (an Egyptian form of cross) were eaten, the people calling them the flesh of their God. These exactly resemble the sacred cakes of Egypt and other eastern nations. Like these nations too, the people of the new world had monastic orders, male and female, in which broken vows were punished with death. Like the Egyptians they embalmed their dead, they worshipped sun, moon, and planets, but over and above these adored a Deity \"omnipresent, who knoweth all things ... invisible, incorporeal, one God of perfect perfection\" (see Sahagun's Historia de Nueva Esp\u00e2na, lib. vi.).\n\nThey too had their virgin-mother goddess, \"Our Lady\" whose son, the \"Lord of Light,\" was called the \"Saviour,\" bearing an accurate correspondence to Isis, Beltis and the many other virgin-goddesses of the east with their divine sons.\n\nTheir rites of sun and fire worship closely resembled those of the early Kelts of Britain and Ireland, and like the latter they claimed to be the"}, {"quote": "\"children of the sun.", "context": "\" (see Sahagun's Historia de Nueva Esp\u00e2na, lib. vi.).\n\nThey too had their virgin-mother goddess, \"Our Lady\" whose son, the \"Lord of Light,\" was called the \"Saviour,\" bearing an accurate correspondence to Isis, Beltis and the many other virgin-goddesses of the east with their divine sons.\n\nTheir rites of sun and fire worship closely resembled those of the early Kelts of Britain and Ireland, and like the latter they claimed to be the \"children of the sun.\" An ark or argha was one of the universal sacred symbols which we find alike in India, Chaldea, Assyria, Egypt, Greece and amongst the Keltic peoples. Lord Kingsborough in his Mexican Antiquities (vol. viii. p. 250) says: \"As among the Jews the ark was a sort of portable temple in which the deity was supposed to be continually present, so among the Mexicans, the Cherokees and the Indians of Michoacan and Honduras, an ark was held in the highest veneration and was considered an object too sacred to be touched by any but the priests.\""}, {"quote": "\"As among the Jews the ark was a sort of portable temple in which the deity was supposed to be continually present, so among the Mexicans, the Cherokees and the Indians of Michoacan and Honduras, an ark was held in the highest veneration and was considered an object too sacred to be touched by any but the priests.\"", "context": "They too had their virgin-mother goddess, \"Our Lady\" whose son, the \"Lord of Light,\" was called the \"Saviour,\" bearing an accurate correspondence to Isis, Beltis and the many other virgin-goddesses of the east with their divine sons.\n\nTheir rites of sun and fire worship closely resembled those of the early Kelts of Britain and Ireland, and like the latter they claimed to be the \"children of the sun.\" An ark or argha was one of the universal sacred symbols which we find alike in India, Chaldea, Assyria, Egypt, Greece and amongst the Keltic peoples. Lord Kingsborough in his Mexican Antiquities (vol. viii. p. 250) says: \"As among the Jews the ark was a sort of portable temple in which the deity was supposed to be continually present, so among the Mexicans, the Cherokees and the Indians of Michoacan and Honduras, an ark was held in the highest veneration and was considered an object too sacred to be touched by any but the priests.\"\n\nAs to religious architecture, we find on both sides of the Atlantic that one of the earliest sacred buildings is the pyramid. Doubtful as are the uses for which these structures were originally intended, one thing is clear, that they were closely connected with some religious idea or group of ideas. The identity of design in the pyramids of Egypt and those of Mexico and Central America is too striking to be a mere coincidence. True some -- the greater number -- of the American pyramids are of the truncated or flattened form, yet according to Bancroft and others, many of those found in Yucatan, and notably those near Palenque, are pointed at the top in true Egyptian fashion, while on the other hand we have some of the Egyptian pyramids of the stepped and flattened type. Cholula has been compared to the groups of Dachour, Sakkara and the step pyramid of M\u00e9dourn. Alike in orientation, in structure, and even in their internal galleries and chambers, these mysterious monuments of the east and of the west stand as witnesses to some common source whence their builders drew their plan."}]