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Updated: May 4, 2025
Under the leaden sky lay the lifeless Hulk. About the entrance and on the bridge were black dots of figures, standing out in clear relief like crows on the unbroken snow. As I drew nearer, the dots increased in size and fell into line, the procession slowly creeping along the tottering bridge, crunching the snow under foot. Then I made out little Emily and a neatly-dressed woman heavily veiled.
It was impossible to tell, from where they stood, whether the two laughing children who played by the door were white or half-breeds. The appearance at that door of a neatly-dressed Indian woman seemed to settle that question. The three men had gone half-way across the narrow clearing, before the man, looking up from his work, saw them. Instantly his face blanched.
I bought some confectionary from one of the females, and I was struck with the modesty and propriety of her manner; she was a young mother, and had with her a neatly-dressed child, of which she seemed very fond. I gave it a little comfit, and it turned up its dusky countenance to her and then to me, taking my sweetmeat and at the same time kissing my hand.
Just as they had finished their meal, a neatly-dressed young man came to the table and asked them if they wished for some one to show them about the town. "Because," said he, "I am a valet de place, and I can take you at once to all the places of interest, and save you a great deal of time." "How much do you ask to do it?" asked Mr. George. "Five francs a day," said the man.
When I went to Madame du Rumain's, the porter said, "Sir, everybody is still asleep, but who are you? I have instructions." "I am the Chevalier de Seingalt." "Kindly come into my lodge, and amuse yourself with my niece. I will soon be with you." I went in, and found a neatly-dressed and charming girl. "Mademoiselle," said I, "your uncle has told me to come and amuse myself with you."
Mosgrave's letter to a neatly-dressed, cheerful-looking, middle-aged woman, who came tripping out of a little chamber which opened out of the hall, and was very much like the bureau of an hotel.
Jack had expected to find a somewhat rough, and perhaps ill-favoured, dame the wife of Master Pearson. Greatly surprised was he, therefore, when, on opening the door, he was received by a remarkably attractive, neatly-dressed woman, with a pleasant smile on her countenance, and agreeable manners, superior even to those of many ladies he had met.
When the door opened in answer to his knock he saw by the light of a lamp hanging from the ceiling of the narrow little hall a small, slight, neatly-dressed figure, and a pair of dark, soft eyes looked up inquiringly at him as he said: "Is Mr Bowcock at home?" "Yes, he is," replied a voice softly and very pleasantly tinged with the Lancashire accent.
Even half a Roman coat of mail and a bit of mosaic from a Roman bath were to be seen here. Amid these antiquities, stood beautiful Venetian glasses, pine-cones and ostrich-eggs. Such another tap-room could scarcely be found in Holland, and even the liquor, which a neatly-dressed maid poured for the guests from oddly-shaped tankards into exquisitely-wrought goblets, was exceptionally fine.
Such were my thoughts when I knocked at the door of a small house, that stood a little back from the street. It was quickly opened by a tall, neatly-dressed girl, whose pleasant face lighted into a smile of welcome as she pronounced my name. "This is not Mary?" I said as I took her proffered hand. "Yes, this is your little Mary," she answered. "Father told me you were coming." Mrs.
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