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Updated: June 7, 2025


The picture which Fort remembered was this: A little four-square table of dark wood, with a Chinese mat of vivid blue in the centre, whereon stood a silver lustre bowl of clove carnations; some greenish glasses with hock cup in them; on his left, Leila in a low lilac frock, her neck and shoulders very white, her face a little powdered, her eyes large, her lips smiling; opposite him a black-clothed padre with a little gold cross, over whose thin darkish face, with its grave pointed beard, passed little gentle smiles, but whose deep sunk grey eyes were burnt and bright; on his right, a girl in a high grey frock, almost white, just hollowed at the neck, with full sleeves to the elbow, so that her slim arms escaped; her short fair hair a little tumbled; her big grey eyes grave; her full lips shaping with a strange daintiness round every word and they not many; brilliant red shades over golden lights dotting the black walls; a blue divan; a little black piano flush with the wall; a dark polished floor; four Japanese prints; a white ceiling.

When the black-clothed form of Gabriel vanished, Mr Mosk handed over the business of the bar to an active pot-boy, and conducted his daughter back to the little parlour. Bell saw from his lowering brow that her father was suspicious of her lengthened interview with the curate, and was bent upon causing trouble.

"Silence!" commanded Mrs. Evringham, her eyes flashing and her effective black-clothed figure drawn up. Eloise sighed again. "I didn't expect to accomplish anything by this talk," she said, relapsing into listlessness. "What did you expect then? Merely to be disagreeable? I hope you may be as successful in worthier undertakings. Now listen.

The driver and postilions were shouting and tugging at the horses' bridles. On the road at one side stood a huge, black-clothed man and a slender lady wrapped in a long, light cloak. David saw the lack of skill in the efforts of the servants. He quietly assumed control of the work. He directed the outriders to cease their clamour at the horses and to exercise their strength upon the wheels.

'Miss Mosk, I believe, said the polite Cargrim, marvelling that this gaudy female should be the refined Gabriel's notion of feminine perfection. 'I am Miss Mosk, replied Bell, taking a comprehensive view of the sleek, black-clothed parson. 'What can I do for you? 'I am Mr Cargrim, the bishop's chaplain, Miss Mosk, and I wish to see Mr Pendle Mr Gabriel Pendle.

The entire company crowded the stairs. At the top Bobby found Paredes at his side. "Carlos! Why do you come?" "I would like to be of some comfort," Paredes answered gravely. His fingers on the banister made that restless, groping movement. Graham summoned Katherine. One of the black-clothed men opened the door of Silas Blackburn's room. He stepped aside, beckoning.

Birkin watched the black-clothed form of the other man move out of the door, the bright head was gone, he turned over to sleep. In Beldover, there was both for Ursula and for Gudrun an interval. It seemed to Ursula as if Birkin had gone out of her for the time, he had lost his significance, he scarcely mattered in her world. She had her own friends, her own activities, her own life.

The streets were dotted with these black-clothed men and stiff women, all reduced to a Sunday nullity. I hated it. It reminded me of that which I knew in my boyhood, that stiff, null 'propriety' which used to come over us, like a sort of deliberate and self-inflicted cramp, on Sundays. I hated these elders in black broadcloth, with their neutral faces, going home piously to their Sunday dinners.

One of the black-clothed men was speaking to him with a professional gentleness: "You needn't wait, Mr. Blackburn. Everything is finished." He saw now that Robinson stood across the grave still staring at him. The professional mourner smiled sympathetically and moved away.

With rows of flaring torches to light it up, and the colour and rude hilarity of an old-time banquet, it might have softened; but now, when two black-clothed gentlemen sat in the little circle of light thrown by a shaded lamp, one's voice became hushed and one's spirit subdued.

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