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I've had to use it a good deal myself, in railroading." "Observant, as well as exact and patient. Come in. I'm sorry I misplaced your card. The name is ?" "Banneker, E. Banneker." Following the editor, he passed through a large, low-ceilinged room, filled with desk-tables, each bearing a heavy crystal ink-well full of a fluid of particularly virulent purple.
And just as I was so tired that I was about to fall into the ink-well it occurred to me to describe faithfully the great-grandmother Byrd portrait, especially about her being such a friend of George Washington's wife and about the English earl who fell in love with her, but grandfather Byrd was the victor to carry off the prize. It gave Father credit just to have bought the house they lived in.
"What is it?" he demanded, the excitement of the detective communicating itself to him. "Have you carried the case any further?" "I don't know," replied the detective. "I must see the body again. Come up with me." In the death-chamber he carefully locked the door. A heavy ink-well stood on the desk. He twisted up a piece of paper and dipped it in.
I could not bring her into contact with either of my heroes. I threw my pen down in disgust, slammed to the cover of my ink-well, and for two hours paced madly through the maze-like walks of the Central Park, angry and depressed; and from that moment until I undertook the narration of this pathetic story I gave Harley's heroine up as unavailable material for my purposes.
If he liked you, there could be no mistake about it. One evening when I was engaged in composing a theme for Mr. Cheyne on no less a subject than the interpretation of the work of William Wordsworth, I found myself unexpectedly sprawling on the floor, in my descent kicking the table so vigorously as to send the ink-well a foot or two toward the ceiling.
Dumfounded by all this, and by the universal crumbling of every perishable thing, the girl ran, shuddering, back into the office. There in the dust her foot struck something hard. She stooped; she caught it up and stared at it. "My glass ink-well! What? Only such things remain?" No dream, then, but reality!
He watched the squire's pen go from paper to ink, ink to paper, and listened to its scratch, scratch, and to the buzz of a big fly against the dirty window-pane. Ashamed to look at any one, he looked at the lawyer's big ink-well a great, circular affair of mottled brown wood. It had several openings, each one with its own little cork attached with a short string to the side of the stand.
Nevertheless, there stole into my mind many recollections of Maude's affection, many passages between us; and my eye chanced to fall on the ink-well she had bought me out of the allowance I gave her. An unanticipated pity welled up within me for her loneliness, her despair in that room upstairs. I got up and hesitated. A counteracting, inhibiting wave passed through me. I hardened.
The Government is starving them out. However, they've wound up our affairs for the time being, and " Mr. Carter carefully shifted the position of an ink-well, a calendar, and a paper-knife "that brings us to a consideration of your and my affairs, doesn't it? Ahem! You remember our bargain?
She spread the parchment before her, and, taking a quill from the table, dipped it in the ink-well. "I'll not need you after all, Sir Karl. I find I can commit my own crime," she said, much to my disappointment. I was, you see, eager to sin for her. I longed to kill some one or to do some other deed of valiant and perilous villany. Yolanda bent over the missive, quill in hand, but hesitated.
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