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As soon as he reached town he hurried to Pickering's for a copy of "Queen Rosamund," and at that time, if Swinburne was not joking, Pickering had sold seven copies. When the "Poems and Ballads" came out, and met their great success and scandal, he sought one of the first copies from Moxon.
It is interesting to note that Deimos, according to Professor Pickering's very distinct perception, does not share the reddish tint of Mars.
If he carries a Horace, Pickering's little gem, in his waistcoat pocket, and sometimes pictures that genial Roman club-man in the Savile, he has none the less an appetite for Marcus Aurelius.
She was standing in the road, her head still covered with that white, filmy something which had commended itself to Mr Pickering's eyes. She was looking at him in a way that seemed somehow to strike a note of appeal. She conveyed an atmosphere of softness and repentance, a general suggestion of prodigal daughters revisiting old homesteads.
The confused network of streaks round Copernicus seem to respond more happily to the requirements of Professor Pickering's hypothesis, for here there is an absence of that definiteness of direction so manifestly displayed in the case of the Tycho rays, and we can well imagine that with an area of condensation surrounding this magnificent object beyond the limits of the streaks, and a number of active little craters on and about its rim, the white material ejected might be drawn outwards in every direction by wind currents, which possibly once existed, and, settling down, assume forms such as we see.
"I tell you," declared Pickering, now quite beside himself, "it's absolutely necessary for me to have your word with her, Jasper King." "And I tell you I can't give that word," said Jasper. Then he stopped short, and looked into Pickering's face. "I'm sorry, old chap," and he put out his hand. Pickering knocked it aside in a towering passion. "You needn't 'old chap' me," he cried.
Then, with a return to clear-headedness, he realized that he was standing out in the open, visible from three sides to anyone who might be in the vicinity, and he withdrew into the shrubbery. He was not fond of the shrubbery, but it was a splendid place to withdraw into. It swallowed you up. This was the last move of the first part of Mr Pickering's active campaign.
W. H. Pickering thought, the projection of a huge, hollow cone. Branched and recurving jets were curiously associated with it. The intrinsic photographic brightness of the corona proved, from Pickering's measures, to be about 1/54 that of the average surface of the full moon. The Russian eclipse of August 19, 1887, can only be remembered as a disastrous failure. Much was expected of it.
"Well, well, Loughead," to Jack, "this is a surprise party all round!" "No inroad at all, at least a pleasant one," old Mr. Loughead kept saying, while Polly ran up to Jasper: "Did Pickering's uncle come with Papa Fisher?" "No," said Jasper, with his eyes on Jack Loughead, "the Doctor was all alone, Polly." And then the door of Pickering's room opened, and out came Dr.
King close behind; "I am going away with Grandpapa for a day or two," and she came up in her traveling hat and gown close to his chair. "So I heard," said Pickering, lifting his pale face, and trying to seem glad, for Polly's joy was bubbling over. But he made rather a poor show of it. "Good-by to you, my boy," said Mr. King, laying a soft palm over the thin fingers on Pickering's knee.
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