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Updated: May 5, 2025
Dwindling ever faster, faster, Dwindling to the last-left master; From mortal ken, from light of day, Monkton's race shall pass away." "The prediction seems almost vague enough to have been uttered by an ancient oracle," said I, observing that he waited, after repeating the verses, as if expecting me to say something. "Vague or not, it is being accomplished," he returned.
At length his powers totally deserted him; the last-left members of his congregation, as they approached his abode with the last-left provision of food which they possessed, found him prostrate with exhaustion at his garden gate.
Betteredge's last-left scruples vanished at that. "If I am doing wrong to help you, Mr. Franklin," he exclaimed, "all I can say is I am as innocent of seeing it as the babe unborn! I can put you on the road to discovery, if you can only go on by yourself. You remember that poor girl of ours Rosanna Spearman?" "Of course!"
Go on abusing Miss Gwilt. I like to hear you I hate her, too!" "You, mamma!" exclaimed Neelie, looking at her mother in astonishment. For a moment Mrs. Milroy hesitated before she said more. Some last-left instinct of her married life in its earlier and happier time pleaded hard with her to respect the youth and the sex of her child.
The sky had no wind; the earth no echoes the pervading desolation appalled the eye; the vast stillness weighed dull on the ear it was a scene as of the last-left city of an exhausted world, decaying noiselessly into primeval chaos.
Nearer at hand, the waters of the lake showed a gloomy surface; no birds flew over the colorless calm; no passing insects tempted the fish to rise. From time to time a last-left leaf on the wooded shore dropped noiselessly and died.
"I am now the 'last-left master' the last of that elder line of our family at which the prediction points; and the corpse of Stephen Monkton is not in the vaults of Wincot Abbey. Wait before you exclaim against me. I have more to say about this.
Dwindling ever faster, faster, Dwindling to the last-left master; From mortal ken, from light of day, Monkton's race shall pass away." Fancying that he pronounced the last lines a little incoherently, I tried to make him change the subject. He took no notice of what I said, and went on talking to himself. "Monkton's race shall pass away," he repeated, "but not with me.
"That's no business of yours." "In other words, you have reasons of your own for not answering my question?" "Yes." Drawing his own inferences from that reply, he showed his three last-left yellow teeth in a horrid grin. "I understand!" he said, speaking to himself. He looked at the cipher once more, and put another question: "Have you got a copy of this?"
She was there, punctual to a minute, to answer for herself. The last-left faint defenses in Isaac's heart against the fascination which a word or look from her began inscrutably to exercise over him sank down and vanished before her forever on that memorable morning.
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