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Updated: May 19, 2025
Lonely castles, secret passages, gloomy churches, and monkish superstitions, all were adapted to the tale of unknown dangers and fearful predicaments which Mrs. Radcliffe had to tell. She kept up with remarkable strength a supernatural tone which insensibly aids the imagination.
The external form of the plot, whatever is fantastic and wilful in its setting and its adventures, is due to the school of Ann Radcliffe.
The entrance from Bletchley is, perhaps, the finer, as rolling round a semicircle, we sweep into sight of the dome of Radcliffe Library and the spire of St. Mary's Church, descend, enter the city by the Cheltenham-road, and passing through an inferior suburb, reach the head of High-street, of which a great German art critic declared, "that it had not its equal in the whole world."
For it is the sacred city of study, of learning, and of faith; and the declining beam is resting on the dome of the Radcliffe, lingering on the towers of Christchurch and Magdalen, sanctifying the spires and pinnacles of holy St. Mary's.
"Thank you," he said coldly, "I could not think of taking anything for a mere act of humanity. It was a pleasure to be able to serve your daughter," and he swung himself easily into the saddle. But Mr. Radcliffe was unaccustomed to such independence in those who served him and he began to bluster.
The two girls from Radcliffe were in a town in Negros where there was no other American, man or woman, and held their position for over a year; nor were they once affrighted in all that time. After five years of this peace and security in the "wilds," I went back to the United States and met the pitying ejaculations of the community on my exile. Well, there was a difference.
He's just a young flagrant pup, you wouldn't be bothered to notice, 'less you had the particular likin' for such things we got." "Radcliffe wants Flicker. I'll give you ten dollars for him." "I I couldn't take it, Mr. Ronald, sir. It wouldn't be fair to you!" "Fifteen dollars." "It ain't the money " "Twenty!" "I I can't!" "Twenty-five dollars, Martha. Radcliffe's heart is set on the dog."
The Radcliffe girl closed with this handsome offer at once, accepting it in the chummy spirit which is supposed to be generated in the atmosphere of higher culture. A more worldly-wise woman might have suspected him, not only on grounds of general masculine selfishness, but on the fact that he had no business to transact at our hostelry.
The Radcliffe girls said that they had passed a strenuous night, engaged in wild manoeuvres to obtain possession of the monkey wrench and feloniously to secrete the same.
The question was, who would be conqueror? Through the short hours of the winter forenoon, hours that seemed as interminable to Claire as they did to Radcliffe, the battle raged. There was no sign of capitulation on either side.
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