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If you could paint a picture of Memory, in the symbolical manner of Quarles's Emblems, it should represent a man travelling the highway with a dusty pack upon his shoulders, and stooping to draw in a long, sweet breath from the small, deep-red, golden-hearted flowers of an old-fashioned rose-tree straggling through the fence of a neglected garden.
"Good gracious, Ben! why that's Mrs. Quarles's shawl, I'd swear to it among a hundred; Sarah Stack, at the Hall, once took and wore it, when Mrs. Quarles was ill a-bed, and she and our Thomas walked to church together. Yes green, edged with red, and I thought so a yellow circle in the middle; here's B.Q., for Bridget Quarles, in black cotton at the corner.
Quarles so to have strangled herself, but more particularly that, if she had done so, she certainly could not have laid herself out so decently afterwards; therefore, that as some one else had kindly done the latter office for her, why not the former too? Thirdly, Sarah Stack, the still-room maid, deposed, that Mrs. Quarles's room, leading to the lawn, was open too: be it known that Mrs.
And he bit his nails to the quick, that they bled again: but he never felt the pain. Hush! yes, somebody's about: it is Jonathan's step; and hark, he is humming merrily, "Hail, smiling morn, that opes the gates of day?" Wo, wo what a dismal gulph between Jonathan and me! And he beat his breast miserably. But, Jonathan cannot find it out he never goes to Mrs. Quarles's room.
Jennings's chamber, and a rush-light perpetually his shudder whenever he had occasion to call at the housekeeper's room, and his evident shrinking from the frequent phrase "Mrs. Quarles's murder." Then again, Jonathan would often lie awake at nights, thinking over divers matters connected with his own evidence before the coroner, which he began to see might be of great importance.
It was obvious that our capture must be a clue to something; it was natural, perhaps, to jump to the conclusion that it concerned these robberies, but Quarles's arguments did not altogether convince me. I had half a dozen men hunting for young Squires, who had almost certainly led us into an ambush that night and who had disappeared completely.
Quarles's head move: but as she said nothing, perhaps I was mistaken. Thus stood Simon at the table, surveying his extraordinary spoils.
He evidently saw through Quarles's reticence, and knew that the professor would not speak before him. "It will be evening before we reach Whiteladies," Quarles went on, "because there is an important inquiry we must make in London first." "Very well," said Sir Michael. "I will delay until to-morrow night." "There can be no harm in that," Cayley said. "We are given forty-eight hours.
When the police went to arrest him he was found dead in his studio. He had shot himself. How had he heard of Quarles's discovery? How did he know that his ingenious method of concealing the body had been found out? It was so strange that I asked Quarles whether he had warned him. "Do you think I should be likely to do such a thing?" was his answer.
"So, my fine young fellow, you are a footman, eh, at Hurstley?" "Yes, sir, an' it please you or rather, an' it please my master." "You remember what happened on the night of the late Mrs. Quarles's decease?" "Oh, many things happened; Mr. Jennings was lost, he wasn't to be found, he was hid somewhere, nobody saw him till next morning."
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