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Updated: June 9, 2025
BICESTER, commonly pronounced Bister, is thirteen miles by the road from Oxford, a town as ancient as the Heptarchy; famous for a well once sacred and dedicated to St. Edburgh, for its well attended markets and cattle fairs, and especially for its excellent ale. It is in the centre of a capital hunting country. The women make a little bone lace.
She had remarked that Francois' forehead was stained or dyed of a bister color, his eyes were bloodshot and encircled with blue lines, his lips marked with furrows, like the impression which burning sulphur leaves on living flesh. She observed the same sign upon his nostrils and upon the sides of the nose. "Now let me look carefully," she said, gazing about her on every side.
Then he observed the frightful irritation of the breasts and mouth, discovered spots of bister and copper on the skin of her body, and recoiled bewildered. But the woman's eyes fascinated him and he advanced slowly, attempting to thrust his heels into the earth so as not to move, letting himself fall, and yet lifting himself to reach her.
Probably the theory struck him as eminently sound. To me there certainly seemed something in it. 'Subbthig bust be done at once! Mr Abney exclaimed. 'It is ah ibperative that we take ibbediate steps. They bust have gone to Londod. Bister Burds, you bust go to Londod by the next traid. I caddot go byself with this cold.
The furniture of the room was in great confusion, and a poker on the floor by the dressing-table showed that he had been prepared to sell his life dearly. 'I ab glad to see you, Idspector, he said. 'Bister Burds, what is the expladation of this extraordinary affair?
Mr Abney greeted the information with a prodigious sneeze. 'What do you bead? he demanded, when the paroxysm was over. He turned to me. 'Bister Burds, I understood you to ah say that the scou'drels took their departure without the boy Ford. 'They certainly did. I watched them go. 'I have searched the house thoroughly, said Glossop, 'and there are no signs of him.
'Dodseds! he snapped, with the irritation of a man whose proverb has been capped by another. I had seldom heard him speak so sharply. White's revelation had evidently impressed him. He had all the ordinary peaceful man's reverence for the professional detective. 'White will accompany you, Bister Burds, he said doggedly. 'Very well, I said.
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