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A shudder shook her frame, and gazing down into the countenance of the young girl lying at her feet, she broke into moans of such fathomless despair as wrung the hearts of all about her. It was a scene to test the nerve of any man. To one of the Curator's sympathetic temperament it was well-nigh unendurable.

If I have I ask your pardon, and I will now wish you a very good afternoon." With a sudden return to his customary wooden impassivity, he shook hands with us, bowed stiffly, and took himself off towards the curator's office. "What a strange man that is," said Miss Bellingham, as Mr.

We had Reynolds up, and he made a most careful examination of that bow for finger-prints. He did not find any. But fortune favored us in another way almost as good." "Now you interest me." "We had brought the bow into the Curator's office, and it lay on the long table in the middle of the room.

It was brought up from the cellar a fortnight or more before it was used, and placed on end in the Curator's office, where it was seen more than once by the woman who wipes up the floors. The person who did this cast a shadow on the cellar wall, that shadow was seen. Need I say more? A man's shadow is himself sometimes."

During Fritz's sojourn in the Botanic Gardens of Calcutta where his masters, it will be remembered, were for some time entertained as guests Fritz had often come in contact with a brace of these gigantic birds, that were also guests of that justly celebrated establishment: they habitually made their stay within the enclosure, where they were permitted to stalk about unmolested, and pick up such stray scraps as were cast out by the domestics of the curator's mansion.

After she had said good-bye and they Were waiting at the curator's desk, Elinor spoke musingly. "I wonder," she said, wrinkling her brows, "if Doris Leighton was afraid I'd garnish my panel with any of her ideas; she was so unnaturally stirred up about it." Patricia, with her mind wholly on her own absorbing business, gave scant attention.

A muffled sound at the other end then a different voice asking some half-dozen comprehensive questions which, having been answered to the best of the Curator's ability, were followed by the welcome assurance that a man on whose experience he could rely would be at the museum doors within five minutes. With an air of relief Mr.

Had she entered that section alone had the arrow found lodgment in her breast instead of in that of another nay, I will go even further and say that had no cry followed his act, an expectation he had every right to count upon from the lightning-like character of the attack, he would have reached the Curator's office and been out of the building before quick discovery of the deed made his completion of this attempt impossible."

I brought the bow up from the cellar and hid it unstrung in the Curator's closet, more from idle impulse I fondly thought, than from any definite purpose. Another day I saw the Curator's keys lying on his desk and took them to open a passage to the upper floor.

What would she think, he asked her, of a great Museum for the north a centre for students none of your brick and iron monstrosities, rising amid slums, but a beautiful house showing its beautiful possessions to all who came; and set amid the streams and hills? And in one wing of it, perhaps, curator's rooms where Lydia, the dear lover of nature and art, might reign and work fitly housed?...