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"Perhaps when he hears you have been arrested, he will tell the truth." "No, no, he has become bad in this country. I do not love England." "Anyhow, we will soon have you out of this," said Quarles, patting her shoulder in a fatherly manner. "I am afraid your brother is not much good, but perhaps the affair is not so bad as you imagine." We left her sobbing. "A woman of resource," said Quarles.
Quarles nodded his appreciation of such an attitude. "Of course, as long as he behaves decently I am satisfied," Watson went on. "I don't make my enquiries too particular. For instance, I shouldn't bar a man because he had got into trouble." "Have you any reason to suppose that Henley had done so?" Quarles asked. "That might account for his mysterious death."
Other critics have preferred to call them the fantastic or conceited school, the later Euphuists or the English Marinists and Gongorists, after the poets Marino and Gongora, who brought this fashion to its extreme in Italy and in Spain. The English conceptistas were mainly clergymen of the established church: Donne, Herbert, Vaughan, Quarles, and Herrick.
Professor Arber's anthologies are full of rare pieces, and comprise admirable specimens of the verse of Samuel Daniel, Giles Fletcher, Countess of Pembroke, James I., George Peele, Sir Walter Raleigh, Thomas Sackville, Sir Philip Sidney, Drummond of Hawthornden, Thomas Heywood, George Wither, Sir Henry Wotton, Sir William Davenant, Thomas Randolph, Frances Quarles, James Shirley, and other greater and lesser poets.
Majendie took it up and in his turn stabbed the air with it. "Utterly impossible," he said. "This could not have been the knife used; besides, there would surely be stains on it." "I am inclined to think you are right," said Quarles. "You must forgive the captain for detaining you, Mr. Majendie, and of course you can land this afternoon.
"I think not," I said. "My specialty is finger prints," said Quarles, "nothing else. In this case my specialty has proved useless." When we left the house Quarles turned toward Connaught Road. "Is it your real opinion that the only thing to do is to wait?" I asked. "Let's go and see if we can find any more finger prints," he chuckled. The garage was shut. Cut into the big gates was a small door.
Randall carried his profession in his face, but for the time being his medical manner was laid aside; nor did he speak of the business which had brought us together until we had got to the coffee and liqueur stage. "I suppose you read the papers I sent you, Professor?" "Yes, but rather cursorily," Quarles answered.
The child came running in with the frock, delighted to have got her own way. "Aye, but it is dirty," said Quarles, and he became absorbed in the garment, nodding to the prattling child as she showed him tucks and lace. "And now about my pearls," said the contessa. Quarles put down the frock and stood up.
It is only right to say that Kellner was not generally believed to have known that Farrell had been done to death by his uncle. Quarles believes he was absolutely innocent in this respect. I am doubtful on the point, I admit. The dramatic suicide of Martin Delverton, and the solution of a mystery which had been relegated to the list of undiscovered crimes produced a sensation.
"You suggested that perhaps Forbes was not the born artist that Musgrave is. What is your opinion now, Wigan?" "I am chiefly impressed with the fact that Zena was right when she said the real woman was probably between Forbes's bust and Musgrave's picture." "And I am chiefly impressed with the fact that they are both great artists," said Quarles.
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