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"It would be virulent poison which would kill a man so quickly and while he sat in his chair," Quarles said reflectively. "It would, indeed," the doctor returned. "You have formed no idea what the poison was?" "Not yet." "No hypodermic syringe has been found, I suppose?" said Quarles, turning to me. "No."
This worthy, then, had been introduced at Hurstley by his aunt, Mrs. Quarles, on the occurrence of a death vacancy in the lad-of-all-work department, during the long ungoverned space of young Sir John's minority.
I made the necessary arrangements with the guard, and just as the train was starting we were bundled into the carriage, Quarles blowing and puffing in a most natural manner. "Sorry," he panted, speaking in broken English; "it is a train quite full, and I say to the man I must go. He put us in here. I am grieved to disturb you." Nixon said it didn't matter, but Lanning looked annoyed.
Quarles was a stanch Anglican, and he lashes Romanists and Precisians with impartial severity. One of the eclogues opens with a panegyric on Gustavus Adolphus, in the midst of which a messenger enters bearing the news of his death, thus fixing the date of the poem in all probability in the winter of 1632-3.
"Those who plead not guilty always say that, but it really does not count for much with the judge," Quarles answered. "We will get on with the evidence. I jotted down on this fly-leaf the names of some of the books on that shelf, Wigan. Nothing there, you see, bears any reference to his illuminating work." "Are you suggesting it was a blind?"
He told us some of them, but I shall not set them down here. It is enough to say that human sacrifices were offered. The mere remembrance of Bennett's narrative makes me shudder. "It is a wonder it did not drive you both mad," said Quarles. "That is what the master was afraid of," was the answer, "and it is the cause of all this trouble.
Keeley came to me one day, and handed me an order from Maj. Nulton, which directed me to take a detail of four men, with two ambulances, and go to McGavock's and get Gen. Quarles and the other Confederate officers who were there, and bring them into Franklin, for the purpose of being sent to Nashville, and thence to the north to some military prison.
"Acton, you are the murderer of Bridget Quarles." Roger's jaw dropped, dismay was painted on his features, and certainly he did look guilty enough. But Simon proceeded in a tenderer tone; "Notwithstanding, give me the gold, Acton, and none shall know a word about the murder.
When a man is undergoing punishment, and believes that an equally guilty person has got off scot-free, he is likely to become communicative." "All this will take time, and in the meanwhile " "I am chiefly concerned with the meanwhile," said Quarles, "and it happens rather fortunately that I have something to interest me and take my mind off the matter.
"His reason told him it must be, yet something beyond reason told him it wasn't." "He thought it was murder?" I asked. "No, not ordinary murder," Randall answered. "He thought it was a supernatural death." "I have read the letter he wrote to you; there is nothing very definite in it," said Quarles. "It was his indefinite state of mind which caused him to relate the whole story to me.
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