Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 14, 2025
'I've got a cheque-book on me, an' I'll write it out for ye this instant moment. The Minister took the cheque silently, dried it carefully on his blotting-pad, then tucked it safely away in his Bible. 'An' noo, he said to his penitent, 'noo I'll set ye awa for the inn. 'Ye'll never be for turning me out into the darkness again? wailed Elliot, his face paling perceptibly.
On this particular day there had been a poor pretence of morning work. She had arranged her papers, the ink and pen were ready to her hand, and a few lines were actually written. But her ideas were all in confusion, and eluded her when she tried to fix them. She could not settle to anything, and instead of writing she found herself drawing figures on the blotting-pad.
And I don't mean either to snivel or to sulk. But I see what you mean; and I think you may be right." Mr. Colquhoun made some figures on his blotting-pad, and did not look up for a few minutes. He was glad that his visitor had dropped his sneering tone.
Accordingly, Countess Fritz von Hohenau took advantage of the admiration and devotion entertained for her by Count Augustus Bismarck to induce him to bring to her the blotting-pad habitually used by the duke, to whose household he belonged, as chief aid-de-camp.
The Doctor was searching in his drawer so that he did not see the change in Glyn's countenance; and as he looked up it was not at his pupil, but at the door, which was suddenly thrown open, and Singh rushed in, looking wild and staring, as he literally shouted: "It's gone! It's gone!" "Gone!" said the Doctor, letting the reading-glass fall upon his blotting-pad. "What has gone?"
This done, he proceeded to work his way back by placing a blue printed sheet of foolscap upon each improvised blotting-pad.
She quickly caught sight of a mauve sheet of paper on the blotting-pad. A few lines were traced on it. "Ah! you wretch!" she cried, while she glanced through the words. She pretended to be angry. "I've caught you! You were writing to a woman! Ho, it starts well: "'My own darling adored one, how long the hours seem when I await."... Captain Brocq shouted with laughter. "Ah, here's a joke!
She sat down, self-consciously, in the chair opposite the owner's chair which she had occupied at her first visit, and thus surveyed, across the large flat desk, all the ranged documents and bundles with the writing thereon upside down. There also was his blotting-pad, and his vast inkstand, and his pens, and his thick diary.
Steinmetz was still making patterns on the blotting-pad. "It is difficult for us men," he said slowly, "to look at these things from a woman's point of view. They hold a different sense of honor from ours especially if they are beautiful. And the fault is ours especially toward the beautiful ones. There may have been temptations of which we are ignorant." Paul was still looking at him.
Hawthwaite smacked his hand on his blotting-pad. "Haven't the shadow of a doubt, Mr. Brent, that Krevin Crood murdered your cousin!" he asserted. "But you'll hear for yourself to-morrow. Come early. And a word of advice " "Yes?" Brent inquired. "Leave your young lady at home," said Hawthwaite. "No need for her feelings to be upset. They're her uncles, these two, after all, you know.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking