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Updated: June 11, 2025


But, ere parting with the reader, let me say, that if this little narrative has sufficiently interested him, to awaken curiosity as to who Bartleby was, and what manner of life he led prior to the present narrator's making his acquaintance, I can only reply, that in such curiosity I fully share, but am wholly unable to gratify it.

"So Mingo was sold to grandpère. 'And now, grandpère whispered to grand-mère and her friends, 'go pack trunks for the ship as fast as you can." "And they parted like that? But of course not!" "No, only expected to. In the Gulf, at the mouth of the river, a Confederate privateer" the narrator's voice faded out. She began to rise. Her aunts were returning. Mademoiselle, we say, began to rise.

The Afghan sank back on his cushion, but his gaze remained riveted on his narrator's face. "One day I was seated in my home, casting up my books of account, for I had only that morning completed the taking of taxes from the crops of the rayats, the tenants of my lord. All of a sudden a white-robed figure entered the doorway and threw himself prostrate before me.

He can make clear to us the thoughts that do not tremble into speech, the emotions that falter and subside into inaction. He can know, and can convey to us, how much of a person's real thought is expressed, and how much is concealed, by the language that he uses. And the reader seeks no motive to account for the narrator's revelation of the personal secrets of the characters.

They were amused and shocked to see him, when the Princess Anne dined with him, and when the first green peas of the year were put on the table, devour the whole dish without offering a spoonful to her Royal Highness, and they pronounced that this great soldier and politician was no better than a low Dutch bear." Parts of the History are masterpieces of the narrator's art.

"Monsieur was there, perhaps," said one of the travellers, half in jest, half in earnest. "I do not know, citizen, whether in saying that you intend a rudeness," carelessly observed the young man who had so pertinently and obligingly come to the narrator's assistance, "but my political opinions are such that I do not consider your suspicion an insult.

Anderson, tall and handsome in his flannels, with his white hat pulled over his eyes, discoursed cheerfully of school matches, and promised them something worth seeing if young Wally got going with the bat conversation which did not interest Cecil, who turned it as speedily as might be to matters more to his taste, whereat Jim grew silent, listening with a smile hovering on his well-cut mouth to society doing in the city, told with a view to impressing his hearers with a sense of the narrator's own important share therein.

And I saw in her the blushing sum of all perfection; the pink of maiden modesty; the nymph that my fond heart had ever woo'd in dreams, etc. etc. The Prince and his young friends hastened home to his apartment, highly excited by the intelligence, as no doubt by the ROYAL NARRATOR'S admirable manner of recounting it, and they ran up to his room where he had worked so hard at his books.

I plucked him from his narrator's vexatious and inevitable commencement: 'Temple, tell me, did she go to the altar? He answered 'Yes! 'She did? Then she's a widow? 'No, she isn't, said Temple, distracting me by submitting to the lead I distracted him by taking. 'Then her husband's alive? Temple denied it, and a devil seized him to perceive some comicality in the dialogue. 'Was she married?

"Yes, I've seen that," Westray put in; "it's in my room at Miss Joliffe's." He said nothing about its ugliness, or that he meant to banish it, not wishing to wound the narrator's artistic susceptibilities, or to interrupt a story which began to interest him in spite of himself.

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