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What is most unlike the stern, fierce, sententious Helena, is Datchery's habit of "chaffing." He fools the ass of a Mayor, Sapsea, by most exaggerated diference: his tone is always that of indolent mockery, which one doubts whether the "intense" and concentrated Helena could assume.
'And by the by, said Mr. Sapsea, appearing to descend from an elevation to remember it all of a sudden; like Apollo shooting down from Olympus to pick up his forgotten lyre; 'THAT is one of our small lions. The partiality of our people has made it so, and strangers have been seen taking a copy of it now and then. I am not a judge of it myself, for it is a little work of my own.
Proctor's theory of the story is that Jasper, after Edwin's return at midnight on Christmas Eve, recommended a warm drink mulled wine, drugged and then proposed another stroll of inspection of the effects of the storm. He then strangled him, somewhere, and placed him in the quicklime in the Sapsea vault, locked him in, and went to bed. Next, according to Mr.
Sapsea, with an Author's anxiety to rush into publication, replies that it cannot be out of hand too soon. 'You had better let me have the key then, says Durdles. 'Why, man, it is not to be put inside the monument! 'Durdles knows where it's to be put, Mr. Sapsea; no man better. Ask 'ere a man in Cloisterham whether Durdles knows his work. Mr.
There are three clean wineglasses in a tray on the table. His serving-maid entering, and announcing 'Mr. Jasper is come, sir, Mr. Sapsea waves 'Admit him, and draws two wineglasses from the rank, as being claimed. 'Glad to see you, sir. I congratulate myself on having the honour of receiving you here for the first time. Mr. Sapsea does the honours of his house in this wise. 'You are very good.
Sapsea, 'an ancient city, and an ecclesiastical city. We are a constitutional city, as it becomes such a city to be, and we uphold and maintain our glorious privileges. 'His Honour, said Mr. Datchery, bowing, 'inspires me with a desire to know more of the city, and confirms me in my inclination to end my days in the city. 'Retired from the Army, sir? suggested Mr. Sapsea.
Sapsea found particularly recognisant of his merits and position. 'But I crave pardon, said Mr. Datchery. 'His Honour the Mayor will bear with me, if for a moment I have been deluded into occupying his time, and have forgotten the humble claims upon my own, of my hotel, the Crozier. 'Not at all, sir, said Mr. Sapsea.
Sapsea's wisdom being, in its delivery to mortals, rather of the diffuse than the epigrammatic order, is by no means expended even then; but his visitor intimates that he will come back for more of the precious commodity on future occasions, and Mr. Sapsea lets him off for the present, to ponder on the instalment he carries away.
Durdles unfeelingly takes out his two-foot rule, and measures the lines calmly, alloying them with stone-grit. 'This is for the monument, is it, Mr. Sapsea? 'The Inscription. Yes. Mr. Sapsea waits for its effect on a common mind. 'It'll come in to a eighth of a inch, says Durdles. 'Your servant, Mr. Jasper. Hope I see you well. 'How are you Durdles?
Sapsea rises, takes a key from a drawer, unlocks an iron safe let into the wall, and takes from it another key. 'When Durdles puts a touch or a finish upon his work, no matter where, inside or outside, Durdles likes to look at his work all round, and see that his work is a-doing him credit, Durdles explains, doggedly.
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