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Most of them were copiously annotated, and his annotations were, as a rule, characterised by a refreshing trenchancy, in the case of some, as of Gibbon, tempered with respect; in the case of others, as of F.W. Newman and W.R. Greg, bordering on truculence. Balmer. The greater part of each day was spent in this room.
Balmer had made a discovery. It had to do with the four kerosene lamps and the extra large electric bulb and the portieres. But it was an irritating discovery, since it made everything more mysterious than ever in the landlady's mind. She had caught many glimpses of this man in the back room when he wasn't looking. Of evenings he sat with his door opened and his eyes fastened on the portieres.
There was no doubt in her mind where the noises came from. Some of the roomers were awake and looking sleepily and frightenedly out of their doorways. Mrs. Balmer and the janitor hurried to the back room on the third floor. It was Crawford screaming. His door was closed, but it opened when the janitor turned the knob. Mr.
He was an ideal roomer except that there never is an ideal roomer but Mrs. Balmer couldn't stand his lights and his watching the portieres. It frightened her. Screams sometimes sound in a rooming-house. One night it was after midnight Mrs. Balmer woke up. The darkened house seemed filled with noises. A man was screaming. Mrs. Balmer got dressed and called the janitor.
Crawford, as she talked, kept staring at the portieres and watching them and that he seemed very nervous. The next morning, when she was straightening up the room, Mrs. Balmer looked behind the portieres. An old straw hat, an old coat, a few worn shirts hung from the hooks. There was nothing else but the folding-door and this was not only locked but nailed up. When two months had passed Mrs.
Balmer spoke to the man. "You burn your light all night," said Mrs. Balmer, "and while I have no objection to that, still it runs up the electric light bill." The man agreed that this was true and answered that he would pay $1 extra each week for the privilege of continuing to burn the electric light all night. Nothing happened. Yet Mrs.
To these thousands George Albert Balmer belonged. He differed in no detail from the rest of the great army. He was as respectable, as neatly-dressed, as mechanical, and as unenterprising.
Of the four professors who were on the staff of the institution, and all of whom were capable men, only two need here be mentioned. These were Dr. Robert Balmer of Berwick and Dr. John Brown of Edinburgh. Dr.
He would sit like that for hours and his leathery face would become gray. His little eyes would widen and his body would hunch up as if he were stiffening. But nothing happened. Finally, however, Mrs. Balmer began to talk. She didn't like this man Crawford.
Saint Agnes' Day is January 21; but the 28th, instead of the octave of Saint Agnes, was commonly called Saint Agnes the second. "Blood must be my body's balmer, While my soule, like peaceful palmer, Travelleth toward the Land of Heaven, Other balm will not be given." Sir Walter Raleigh. Elaine tapped softly on the weatherbeaten door of the cell.
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