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'Do you know that your forties have stretched into thousands? 'No. 'They have though. 'What's the time? 'Hark! The bells are going in the Tower! They strike four quarters, and then the great bell strikes. 'Two! cries Durdles, scrambling up; 'why didn't you try to wake me, Mister Jarsper? 'I did. I might as well have tried to wake the dead your own family of dead, up in the corner there.
'He can take care of himself, can Mister Jarsper. 'But do you take care of him too, says Sapsea. 'With submission to his Reverence the Dean, if you'll mind what concerns you, Mr. Sapsea, Durdles he'll mind what concerns him. 'You're out of temper, says Mr. Sapsea, winking to the company to observe how smoothly he will manage him. 'My friend concerns me, and Mr. Jasper is my friend.
She scribbed at the bottom of Vera's note: Dear Durdles If you don't come I will never forgive you. Your loving Nina. The immediate problem was a present. I knew that Nina adored presents, but Petrograd was now no easy place for purchases, and I wished, I suppose as a kind of tribute to her youth and freshness and colour, to give her something for which she would really care.
It's what Uncle Alexei always says about you, that you've learnt from Dostoieffsky how to be noble, and it's become a habit with you." "If you're going to believe " I began angrily. "Oh, I hate him! I listen to nothing that he says. All the same, Durdles, this passion for nobility on your part is very irritating. I can see you now making up the most magnificent picture of my nobility.
Durdles may be stoned home having struck, he had some expectation of seeing the Imp who is appointed to the mission of stoning him. In effect, that Power of Evil is abroad. Having nothing living to stone at the moment, he is discovered by Mr. Datchery in the unholy office of stoning the dead, through the railings of the churchyard.
Jasper and Durdles would have turned this wall in another instant; but, stopping so short, stand behind it. 'Those two are only sauntering, Jasper whispers; 'they will go out into the moonlight soon. Let us keep quiet here, or they will detain us, or want to join us, or what not. Durdles nods assent, and falls to munching some fragments from his bundle.
Then Durdles bolts the something, as if desperately resigning himself to indigestion. Among those secluded nooks there is very little stir or movement after dark. There is little enough in the high tide of the day, but there is next to none at night.
Proctor's. Why did Jasper not "mak sikker" like Kirkpatrick with the Red Comyn? Why did he leave his silk scarf? It might come to be asked for; to be sure the quicklime would destroy it, but why did Jasper leave it? Why did the intoxicated Durdles come out of the crypt, if he was there, enter the graveyard, and begin tapping at the wall of the vault? Why not open the door? he had the key.
In all the length and breadth of Cloisterham there was no more noted man than the stone-mason, Durdles, not, I regret to say, on account of his virtues, but rather because of his talent for remaining out late at night, and not being able to guide his steps homeward.
"Do you know this thing, this child?" he asks. "Deputy," says Durdles, with a nod. "Is that its his name?" "Deputy," assents Durdles, whereupon the small boy feels called upon to speak for himself. "I'm man-servant up at the Travellers Twopenny in Gas Works Garding," he explains. "All us man-servants at Travellers Lodgings is named Deputy, but I never pleads to no name, mind yer.
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