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And the letter thus addressed if the plainest circumstantial evidence could be trusted was identical with the letter which Miserrimus Dexter had suppressed until the Trial was over, and had then destroyed by tearing it up. These were the discoveries that had been made at the time when Benjamin wrote to me. He had been on the point of posting his letter, when Mr.
The wheeled chair advanced to meet me, so slowly and so softly that I hardly knew it again. Miserrimus Dexter languidly held out his hand. His head inclined pensively to one side; his large blue eyes looked at me piteously. Not a vestige seemed to be left of the raging, shouting creature of my first visit, who was Napoleon at one moment, and Shakespeare at another. Mr.
The impenetrable young woman went on with her master's beard. A machine could not have taken less notice of the life and the talk around it than this incomprehensible creature. "I have got at that latent affection, pride, fidelity, and the rest of it," resumed Miserrimus Dexter. "I hold the key to that dormant Intelligence. Grand thought! Now look at her when I speak. Valeria, look and listen.
Macallan she kept it a secret from him, and you had better keep it a secret too Miserrimus Dexter was in love with her. Miserrimus Dexter asked her deformed as he was, seriously asked her to be his wife." "And in the face of that," I cried, "you say that he poisoned her!" "I do. I see no other conclusion possible, after what happened during your visit to him.
Most people have heard of the brief epitaph inscribed on a tombstone in the floor of Hereford Cathedral, which inspired one of the sonnets of Wordsworth. There is no name, no date, but the single word MISERRIMUS. The lines, written by herself, which are inscribed on the gravestone of Mrs. Hemans, in St. Anne's Church at Dublin, are very beautiful, but too well known to need quotation.
Gravely arranging his embroidery, this extraordinary being began to work with the patient and nimble dexterity of an accomplished needle-woman. "Now," said Miserrimus Dexter, "if you are ready, I am. You talk I work. Please begin." I obeyed him, and began. WITH such a man as Miserrimus Dexter, and with such a purpose as I had in view, no half-confidences were possible.
I won't trouble you to escort me; a letter to Mr. Dexter will do." The Major looked piteously at Benjamin, and shook his head. Benjamin looked piteously at the Major, and shook his head. "She appears to insist on it," said the Major. "Yes," said Benjamin. "She appears to insist on it." "I won't take the responsibility, Mr. Benjamin, of sending her alone to Miserrimus Dexter."
The housekeeper was in the dining-room. I sent her out to call the driver of the pony-chaise into the house. The man came in the rough man whom I had noticed when we were approaching the garden gate. Benjamin opened the library door in stern silence. It was perhaps unworthy of me, but I could not resist the temptation to look in. Miserrimus Dexter had sunk down in the chair.
I mentioned to her at parting I stood sufficiently in awe of her to put it off till the last moment that Miserrimus Dexter had arranged to send his cousin and his pony-chaise to her residence on the next day; and I inquired thereupon whether my mother-in-law would permit me to call at her house to wait for the appearance of the cousin, or whether she would prefer sending the chaise on to Benjamin's cottage.
But, somehow, I have taken a liking to you, and I won't let you go to Miserrimus Dexter by yourself. Put on your bonnet!" "Now?" I asked. "Certainly! My carriage is at the door. And the sooner it's over the better I shall be pleased. Get ready and be quick about it!" I required no second bidding. In ten minutes more we were on our way to Miserrimus Dexter.
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