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Updated: June 12, 2025
You're tryin' to bust a crook, an' you remember what your French nurse told you about the etiquette of keyholes!" "You're my master at argument, Mme. Le Grange," responded Blake. "Go ahead." "And you promise to leave quiet?" "I promise." "There's one place I can trust your bringin'-up, I guess. When you're inside, feel about till you find a hassock.
They talk over the walls, through the chinks and crannies, and peep through the keyholes but they will not open the doors. How fortunate am I to-night to find even a port-hole open!"
The keen-sighted, subtle, but dangerously intriguing ambassador of the Republic, Francis Aerssens, had his hundred eyes at all the keyholes in Paris, that centre of ceaseless combination and conspiracy, and was besides in almost daily confidential intercourse with the King.
She sneaked around, too, and spied!... All these women in authority seemed to spend half their day peering through keyholes.... Perhaps it was because the club was such a dingy, cheerless hole that she liked to go out with John. The food was meagre and poor in quality and vilely cooked. Somehow, women living together seemed unable to feed themselves decently.
The keen-sighted, subtle, but dangerously intriguing ambassador of the Republic, Francis Aerssens, had his hundred eyes at all the keyholes in Paris, that centre of ceaseless combination and conspiracy, and was besides in almost daily confidential intercourse with the King.
"He didn't want us to hear, 'cause I heard him tell Daddy and Mother so. But we can hear out here if we listen. Let's keep still, and maybe we can tell what it is." "But that won't be nice," protested Rose. "Mother said we shouldn't peep through keyholes, or listen behind doors." "There isn't any keyhole here," said Russ. "And we're not behind a door, either."
No, he hated them passionately as the living symbols of Gunsight fraud and greed; the soft, idle women of those despicable parasites who now battened on what he had earned. But Mary Fortune, how else was he to meet her without envious eyes looking on; or stealthy ears of prying women, listening at keyholes to catch every word?
Some of them were actually locked, and, though Marmaduke tried to peek through the keyholes, all he could see was darkness like midnight. Once Mother saw him peeking. She went over to the door and unlocked it. But she didn't open it. "I thought I would keep it locked, children," she said, "but after all I've decided I won't. Trust is stronger than any key. And I think I can trust you, can't I?"
His hand fell upon a small volume bearing the name of G. K. Chesterton, and opening it at random he read those lines descriptive of the illuminated breviary from which Alfred the Great, as a boy, learned his spiritual primer at his mother's knee: "It was wrought in the monk's slow manner of silver and sanguine shell, And its pictures were little and terrible keyholes of Heaven and Hell."
I hear it whistling through all the cracks and keyholes of the house whistling dismally. Its voices, and the rumbling of a hack in some neighbouring street, remind me of storms I have heard, lying comfortably in my snug attic bed in the old house on the cape the wind and the waves dashing up the rocky shore. So I shall presently.
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