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The chemist produced the register, and opened it on the counter before Saxham, and supplied him with pen and ink. Then he found that he had business at the other end of the shop, and when he returned he smartly closed the book, without even satisfying himself whether the client had written down his name and address, or merely pretended to.
She had been writing; and Mary stood beside the bed and held the bottle of time-faded ink for her. Both girls looked up with startled faces at the skipper's entrance. The young man halted in the middle of the room, and stared at the singer. It was the first time he had seen her since the day he had saved her from the Royal William's fore-top and brought her to this house.
To believe this possible, considering the eager and suspicious jealousy and volubility of rival playwrights, is to be credulous indeed. The Baconians, representing Will almost as incapable of the use of pen and ink as "the old hermit of Prague," destroy their own case. A Will who had to make his mark, like his father, could not pose as an author even to the call-boy of his company. Mr.
"My dining-room," said Pinto faintly. Stafford entered the room, turning on the light as he did so. "Hullo, Pinto," he said. Pinto could only look. The table was littered with copper-plates and ink rollers.
Reuben rose heavily. 'Gie me pen and ink, Davy, an let me go. The young man brought it him without a word. Reuben put in the address. 'Ha yo read it, Davy? David started. In his absorption he had forgotten to read it. 'I wor forced to write it i' the top sheepfold, Reuben began to explain apologetically, then stopped suddenly.
It is a small matter of a heritage which he and I divide. I have placed some money in a Dantzig bank for him. He may require it when he returns." "Then you do not correspond with Charles?" said Mathilde, clearing a space for him on the larger table, and setting before him ink and pens and paper.
The ship, however, made nothing of it, and we were all right again by Monday afternoon. We expect to be at Queenstown between midnight and three in the morning. I hope, my dear Fields, you may find this legible, but I rather doubt it; for there is motion enough on the ship to render writing to a landsman, however accustomed to pen and ink, rather a difficult achievement.
He opened one after another hurriedly; then, getting the right one, he came out into the light, and, finding the index, turned to the page containing this entry: Dr. Pirates. He dipped his pen in ink, and with a firm hand wrote opposite: Cr. June 22, 1848. By money stolen by James McMurtagh, to be accounted for $16,897.00
If you are still at Poissy, a room, concealment, bread and water, together with salad, and a pound of mutton, a bottle of ink, and a bed, such are the needs of him who is condemned to the hardest of hard literary labour, and who is yours. The last occasion on which Werdet forgathered with his favourite author was at his house in the Rue de Seine, where, in February 1837, he gave a dinner.
With this the author began to dip into that fertile inkpot, where there was a brain-fluid, concocted by virtues from on high in a talismanic fashion. From one cup there came serious things, which wrote themselves in brown ink; and from the other trifling things, which merely gave a roseate hue to the pages of the manuscript.