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Updated: May 14, 2025
Then his dubious eye roamed again to the white lettering on the glass front of the public-house. The young woman's eyes followed his, and rested there also, but in pure puzzledom. "No," said Father Brown, answering her thoughts. "It doesn't say 'Sela', like the thing in the Psalms; I read it like that myself when I was wool-gathering just now; it says 'Ales."
"I must tell you, my dear child," resumed Master Skyffington after a slight pause, during which he had studied with vague puzzledom the inscrutable face of the young girl, "I must tell you that your late father, the noble Earl of Dover, had married the heiress of Peter Ford, the wealthiest merchant this country hath ever known.
A very mild shandygaff was compounded for him in an old Oriel pewter. Both children made love to Miss Blossom with their eyes. It was not at all what Merton felt inclined to do; the lady had entangled him in a labyrinth of puzzledom. 'None-so-pretty, exclaimed Tommy, 'I am glad you told us to come here. Your friends are nice. Merton bowed to Tommy, 'I am glad too, he said.
"Has it ever struck you that often a man's most merciless creditor is himself?" Here was a casuistical proposition thrown at my head by the last person I should have suspected of doing so. It was immensely interesting, in view of my long puzzledom. I spoke warily. "That depends on the man on the nice balance of his dual nature.
No passions or emotions now affected him; but their memory created an atmosphere of puzzledom. He had to adjust values. He had to deputize for Destiny. He also had to harmonize the pathetically absurd with the grimly real. He took off his cap and scratched his cropped head. After a while he damned something indefinite and hastened in his dot-and-carry-one fashion to the van.
And dominating all, there was Editha's look of bewilderment, of puzzledom in her face at a mystery whereat her senses were beginning to reel, that mute questioning of the eyes, which speaks of turbulent thoughts within. Sir Marmaduke uttered an exclamation of impatience.
It was all carefully and neatly done, for Mr Morris's mathematical brain led him to square the paper parallelograms, as he would have termed them, with the greatest exactitude, before going away to his own desk to gaze back over the blue and white patchwork before him, and give utterance once more to his thoughts regarding the puzzledom which would exist the next morning when the boys took their places.
"Dick Smithson, 205th Band," replied the young man, unable to keep from enjoying the state of puzzledom in which his ex-servant was plunged. "But I don't know no Dick Smithson; and how you you you! Oh, lor'!" Jerry had suddenly turned ghastly, reeled, and caught at the lamp-post close at hand. "Hush! Quiet!" cried Dick, in an excited whisper. "Don't make a scene!" "S'Richard!" gasped Jerry.
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