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They walked on in comparative silence till they reached Adderley's cottage a humble but charmingly artistic tenement, with a thatched roof and a small garden in front which was little more than a tangle of roses. "I am taking this house this mansion on," said Julian, pausing at the gate "I shall stop here all winter. The surroundings suit me.
"Oh, we're not married yet," said Cicely, shaking off the dumb spell which Adderley's 'suggestion' had for a moment cast upon her mind "We ought to be, of course, for a real good opera. But we're only just beginning courtship. Mr. Adderley has recited some lines of his own composition, and I have improvised some music. You shall hear the result some day."
All he saw there was not congenial to him, but he liked it vastly better than the Huguenot meeting, and was not prepared to understand or enter into Mr. Adderley's vexation, when the tutor assured him that the reverent gestures that came naturally to him were regarded by the Protestants as idolatry, and that he would be viewed as a recreants from his faith. All Mr.
We were admitted by Adderley's man, whom I had not seen before, but who was some kind of foreigner, I think a Portuguese. It was characteristic of Adderley. No Englishman would ever serve him for long, and there had been more than one man in his old Company who had openly avowed his intention of dealing with Adderley on the first available occasion.
Adderley's great relief, no attempts were made on Berenger's faith, his kinsman even was disposed to promote his attendance at such Calvinist places of worship as they passed on the road, and treated him in all things as a mere guest, to be patronized indeed, but as much an alien as if he had been born in England.
She looked at him thoughtfully, and withdrew her hand. "That means that you do not care to come," she said, simply "I am so sorry you do not like me!" The blood rushed up to his brows. "Miss Vancourt!" he stammered "Pray pray do not think " But here she turned aside to receive Adderley's farewells and thanks for the charming afternoon he had spent in her company.
The ebony and ivory casket lies on my table at this present moment, visible evidence of an invisible menace from which Adderley had fled around the world. Doubtless the truth will never be known now. A significant discovery, however, was made some days after the recovery of Adderley's body. From the bottom of the pond in St.
There was something furtive, secretive, about Adderley's entire mode of life. I had never felt at ease in his company, and now as I sat staring wonderingly at the strange and costly ornaments with which the room was overladen I bethought me of the object of my visit.
I can see... the shadow on the blind..." Convinced that Adderley's secret fears had driven him mad, I nevertheless felt called upon to attend to his urgent call, and without a moment's delay I hurried around to St. James's Street. The liftman was not on duty, the lower hall was in darkness, but I raced up the stairs and found to my astonishment that Adderley's door was wide open. "Adderley!"
Adderley's life of Francis of Assisi does not, of course, bring this out; nor does it fully bring out the character of Francis. It has rather the tone of a devotional book.
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