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The thing is in four volumes, and it seems that a fifth was intended as a close: but there is no particular reason why it should not have extended to forty or fifty, nay to four or five hundred. It could have had no real end, just as it has no real beginning or middle. He has a name, Meriton Latroon, but it is practically never used in the actual story. One other point deserves notice.
The whole who reached the summit of the rock survived, excepting two or three who were supposed to have expired while drawing up, and a black who died soon afterwards; though many were severely bruised. Mr. Meriton and Mr. Rogers having been supplied with the necessary means of making their journey by Mr.
So she gone, we to supper and to bed, my study being made finely clean. Up, and to my chamber to set some papers in order, and then, to church, where my old acquaintance, that dull fellow, Meriton, made a good sermon, and hath a strange knack of a grave, serious delivery, which is very agreeable.
I was weary, ashamed of my curiosity, and followed the search no further." "You must follow it now," said Parson Chichester quietly. "That's understood." "What do you propose as the first step?" "Why, to ride to Meriton to-morrow, and get Miles Chandon's address. He's somewhere in the South of France.
Meriton entertained a hope that she might keep together till day-light; and endeavored to cheer his drooping friends, and in particular the unhappy ladies, with this comfortable expectation, as an answer to the captain's inquiries what he thought of their condition.
"On the contrary, I've been infernally stupid. I met him coming down the drive from Meriton. He had been pumping Matters for Sir Miles's present address which he didn't get. What's his game, do you think?" "Blackmail." "That crossed my mind too. He seems a deep one, and I don't like his looks." "You are sure it is Glasson?"
Collis was among them, of course. The ceiling had come down on him." Mr. Carstyle wiped his forehead. Vibart sat looking away from him. "Two days later Meriton came back. I began to tell him the story, but he interrupted me. "'There was no one with him at the time, then? You'd left him alone? "'No, he wasn't alone. "'Who was with him? You said the sister was out. "'I was with him.
Brimer, succeeded; of the others, some shared the fate which they had apprehended, and others perished in their efforts to get into the cavern. Mr. Rogers and Mr. Brimer both reached it, however, and scrambled up the rock, on narrow shelves of which they fixed themselves. Mr. Rogers got so near his friend, Mr. Meriton, as to exchange mutual congratulations with him.
I dare say he has several things to do in his rooms. A man cannot go away for two years and leave his treasures to moths, and dust, and unchecked decay. Uncle, how soon can we begin to build at Drumloch? This organ business has made me lose sympathy with the Meriton people: and I want something to do, Uncle John, something to think about, and look after."
I suppose the knock I got dazed me, for I don't remember much of anything till I found myself in a vineyard a mile from the town. I was roused by the warm blood running down my nose and heard myself explaining to Meriton exactly how it had happened.... "When I crawled back to the town they told me that all the houses near the inn were in ruins and that a dozen people had been killed.
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