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And when the adjutant returned to Captain Chester it was with the information that he was too late: Mr. Jerrold's dog-cart had crossed the bridge five minutes earlier. Perhaps an hour later the colonel sent for Chester, and the captain went to his house. The old soldier was pacing slowly up and down the parlor floor. "I wanted you a moment. A singular thing has happened.
You shouldn't say those things, Mother. You don't know what you're talking about." "I know I'm the most unhappy woman in the world. How am I going to live? I can't stand it if Jerry goes." "He's got to go, Mother." "He hasn't. Jerrold's place is here. He's got a duty and a responsibility. Your dear father didn't leave him the estate for him to let it go to wrack and ruin.
He who sees the joke holds himself somewhat the superior of the man who would see it, such as it is, if he thought it worth his eyesight. The last-named has to bear the least tolerable of modern reproaches; but he need not always care. Now to turn over Douglas Jerrold's monologues is to find that people in the mid-century took their mirth principally from the life of the arriere boutique.
And as Jerrold's soul had once stirred in the warm darkness under the first stinging of remorse, so now it pushed and struggled to be born; all his will fought against the darkness to deliver his soul. His soul knew that Anne saved it. If her will had been weaker his would not have been so strong.
Jerrold said no more, and I went on talking with Dr. ; but, in a minute or two, I became aware that something had gone wrong, and, looking at Douglas Jerrold, there was an expression of pain and emotion on his face. Jerrold's feelings. But he was indeed greatly hurt by that little word "acrid."
When the word "murderer!" dropped from Burton Jerrold's lips, his father started as if a bullet had pierced his heart, and the hot blood surged up into his face, as he said: "Oh, my son, my son, that you should be the first to call me by a name which even Hannah has never spoken, and she has known it all the time. She saw me do the deed; she helped me bury it. Poor Hannah!"
"That photograph was seen by Major Sloat in Jerrold's bureau-drawer at reveille this morning." And such was the situation at Sibley the August day the colonel took his wife and her lovely daughter to visit Aunt Grace at Lake Sablon. In the big red omnibus that was slowly toiling over the dusty road several passengers were making their way from the railway-station to the hotel at Lake Sablon.
"Oh no, Colin." "Dare you," he said, "sit on it?" "Of course I dare. Now you see. Now you won't be frightened." "You know," Colin said, "I don't mind a bit when Jerrold's there. The ghosts never come then, because he frightens them away." The clock struck ten. They counted the strokes. Anne still sat on Jerrold's bed with her knees drawn up to her chin and her arms clasped round them.
Have the goodness to send copies and advertisements, as early as possible, to each of the undermentioned periodicals. "'Colburn's New Monthly Magazine. "'Bentley's Magazine. "'Hood's Magazine. "'Jerrold's Shilling Magazine. "'Blackwood's Magazine. "'The Edinburgh Review. "'Tait's Edinburgh Magazine. "'The Dublin University Magazine. "Also to the 'Daily News' and to the 'Britannia' papers.
The Royal Princesses and the Royal Knights of the Garter swept by in prodigious robes and trains of purple velvet, thirty shillings a yard, my dear, not of course including the lining, which, I have no doubt, was of the richest satin, or that costly "miniver" which we used to read about in poor Jerrold's writings.
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