United States or Denmark ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
He dared not wander about Ingouville; moreover, he made it a point of honor to obey orders, and he therefore went back to Paris, previously writing a letter which Francoise Cochet duly delivered on the morrow with the Havre postmark. It was the custom of Monsieur and Madame Latournelle to dine at the Chalet every Sunday when they brought back Modeste after vespers.
Poor child! you are doing your purgatory on earth; and if there is no Heaven, you will be well cheated." "Good-bye, Madame Justin, I must go up now." "Wait a moment, I have a letter for you." "A letter!" cried Mariette, her cheeks flushing and her heart throbbing violently. "Is it from the provinces?" "Yes; the postmark is from Dreux, and it costs her six sous. Here it is.
And all would be frustrated. I had no fewer than sixteen letters about it, all praising it in unmeasured terms." He looked at Oswald's boots, which Oswald had neglected to cover over with his petticoats. He now did this. "It is a nice story, you know," said Alice timidly. "So it seems," the gentleman went on. "Fourteen of the sixteen letters bear the Blackheath postmark.
You have been my only friend and confidante, but I now bid you farewell, for the unknown beckons me, and from the grave I cannot write. Again farewell, and for ever. "Your loving and affectionate friend, "Elma." "A very strange letter, is it not?" remarked the girl at my side. "I can't make it out. You see there is no address, but the postmark is Russian. She is evidently in Russia."
Of date or postmark there is no vestige, and the decipherment was not easy. It appears to run: Dr Sr. Has you was the Means of me losing my place with Dr Pulteney I think it is only just what I am asking and you know best what I could say if I was Put to it but I do not wish anything of that unpleasant Nature being one that always wish to have everything Pleasant about me. Your obedt Servt,
There were three, and one of them, addressed to herself, had only the Naples postmark. She went back to her bedroom with it. After breakfast Mrs. Lessingham spoke for a while of news contained in her correspondence; then of a sudden asked: "You hadn't any letters?" "Yes, aunt; one." "My child, you are far from well this morning. The fever hasn't gone. Your face burns." "Yes."
The address, "Sir Henry Baskerville, Northumberland Hotel," was printed in rough characters; the postmark "Charing Cross," and the date of posting the preceding evening. "Who knew that you were going to the Northumberland Hotel?" asked Holmes, glancing keenly across at our visitor. "No one could have known. We only decided after I met Dr. Mortimer." "But Dr.
"By-the-bye, I noticed that the postmark of your parcel was Feldwick in the Hills, somewhere in Cumberland, I think. Have you seen the papers during the last few days?" Douglas's left hand gripped the table, and the flush of colour, which the wine and excitement had brought into his cheeks, faded slowly away.
But one day he received a letter bearing the London postmark from the company's chairman. It read: "Sir: We are sorry to inform you that we cannot send you further funds, but you should not let this prevent you from keeping up your dignity." To which the agent replied: "Sir: I have on a pair of trousers and a flannel shirt all I possess in the world. I think my dignity is about played out."
It covered three typewritten pages and read like a theatrical manager's costume instructions to a star. Garry stared. "Oh, my Lord!" he groaned. "The sister's pretty!" After a dazed interval, however, he found comfort in the thought that the postmark had been harmless. It had served no other purpose than to lead the penitential lunatic to Craig Farm. He would likely get no further.
Word Of The Day