United States or Sierra Leone ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Presently the two students returned, looking just a little shame-faced, and plunged instantly into wild talk about the weather, the town, and the University anything and everything except the sphenoid bone. "You have come in good time to see something of University life," said young Dimsdale. "To-day we elect our new Lord Rector. Garraway and I will take you down and show you the sights."
Dimsdale makes two remarks about Slade, both of which are accurately descriptive, and one of which is exceedingly picturesque: "Those who saw him in his natural state only, would pronounce him to be a kind husband, a most hospitable host and a courteous gentleman; on the contrary, those who met him when maddened with liquor and surrounded by a gang of armed roughs, would pronounce him a fiend incarnate."
Futility was written over the Temple of Endeavour, and by-and-by Dimsdale lost hope and health and heart. He had Nilotic fever, he had ophthalmia; and hot with indomitable will, he had striven to save one great basin from destruction, for one whole week, without sleeping or resting night and day: working like a navvy, sleeping like a fellah, eating like a Bedouin. Then the end came.
Her stately head was bent over the paper, which never crackled or stirred in her hand. There began to be something terrible, something fateful, in her passivity. Old Dimsdale shivered, and took the liberty of breaking the silence. "Would your ladyship wish a message to be sent to Baronmead?" She stirred at that, moved sharply as one suddenly awakened.
His companion poised himself for a moment, and then, lashing out with his left hand, came home with a heavy thud on the place indicated. Dimsdale smiled gently and shook his head. "It won't do," he said. "I hit my hardest," the other answered apologetically. "It won't do. Try again." The visitor repeated the blow with all the force that he could command.
"He is coming yonder with Imshi Pasha." "I know of him as a millionaire," he answered, in a tone of mingled emotions. "I must introduce you," she said, and seemed to make an effort to hold herself firmly. "He will have great power here. Come and see me to-morrow," she added in an even voice. "Please come Harry." In another minute Dimsdale heard the great financier Arnold St.
So thought Tom Dimsdale as he made for the pavilion, with his father keeping off the exultant crowd upon one side and Jack Garraway upon the other. The doctor butted a path through the dense half-crazy mob with a vigour which showed that his son's talents in that direction were hereditary.
"What the devil is to be done? I never saw her after the first kill." "And where might that be, Sir Giles?" questioned Dimsdale. "Up Baronmead way. It was hours ago." Dimsdale considered. "Shall we send and make inquiries at Baronmead, Sir Giles?" "No, I'm damned if I do!" said Sir Giles. Dimsdale considered again. "Was her ladyship riding with anyone in particular?" he asked next.
Dere are others as good, but it might take me time to find dem. Dese two I can very easily get. Dey are living together, and have neither of dem nothing to do." "Bring them, then," said the major. "Git a cab and run them down to Waterloo Station. That's the one for Bedsworth. I'll bring Dimsdale down with me and mate you there. In me opinion there's no time to be lost."
Dimsdale had followed up the quarter-back and caught the ball when it was thrown backwards. Now or never! The lad felt that he would sacrifice anything to pass the three men who stood between him and the English goal. He passed Evans like the wind before the half-back could disentangle himself from Tookey. There were but two now to oppose him.
Word Of The Day