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Instructions were then despatched to the Philanthropist for the departure and arrival, in good time for dinner, of Mr. Neville and Miss Helena; and stock for soup became fragrant in the air of Minor Canon Corner. In those days there was no railway to Cloisterham, and Mr. Sapsea said there never would be. Mr. Sapsea said more; he said there never should be.
Archer is very plausible, and, at least, given Drood's need of evidence, and the lack of evidence against Jasper, we see reason good, in a novel of this kind, for his playing the part of amateur detective. Forster found, and published, a very illegible sketch of a chapter of the tale: "How Mr. Sapsea ceased to be a Member of the Eight Club, Told by Himself."
He wears a soft slouched hat, and the pea-coat of the period. Next, Jasper and Sapsea, a pompous ass, auctioneer, and mayor, sit at their wine, expecting a third guest. Mr. Sapsea reads his absurd epitaph for his late wife, who is buried in a "Monument," a vault of some sort in the Cathedral churchyard.
Sapsea remarks, looking about him for information, 'to what the Very Reverend the Dean does me the honour of referring. And then falls to studying his original in minute points of detail. 'Durdles, Mr. Tope hints. 'Ay! the Dean echoes; 'Durdles, Durdles! 'The truth is, sir, explains Jasper, 'that my curiosity in the man was first really stimulated by Mr. Sapsea. Mr.
Sapsea is confident that he invented that forcible figure would fall to pieces. Mayors have been knighted for 'going up' with addresses: explosive machines intrepidly discharging shot and shell into the English Grammar. Mr. Sapsea may 'go up' with an address. Rise, Sir Thomas Sapsea! Of such is the salt of the earth. Mr. Sapsea has improved the acquaintance of Mr.
'And if it's bitter cold for you, up in the chancel, with a lot of live breath smoking out about you, what the bitterness is to Durdles, down in the crypt among the earthy damps there, and the dead breath of the old 'uns, returns that individual, 'Durdles leaves you to judge. Is this to be put in hand at once, Mr. Sapsea? Mr.
This was "a cramped, interlined, and blotted" draft, on paper of only half the size commonly used by Dickens. Mr. Sapsea tells how his Club mocked him about a stranger, who had mistaken him for the Dean.
Sapsea proceeds, 'when I had enlarged my mind up to I will not say to what it now is, for that might seem to aim at too much, but up to the pitch of wanting another mind to be absorbed in it I cast my eye about me for a nuptial partner. Because, as I say, it is not good for man to be alone. Mr. Jasper appears to commit this original idea to memory.
Jasper complying, sees and reads as follows: ETHELINDA, Reverential Wife of MR. THOMAS SAPSEA, AUCTIONEER, VALUER, ESTATE AGENT, &c., OF THIS CITY. Whose Knowledge of the World, Though somewhat extensive, Never brought him acquainted with A SPIRIT More capable of LOOKING UP TO HIM. STRANGER, PAUSE And ask thyself the Question, CANST THOU DO LIKEWISE? If Not, WITH A BLUSH RETIRE. Mr.
"Her ring will it come back to me?" reflects the mournful Grewgious. Jasper now tells Sapsea, and the Dean, that he is to make "a moonlight expedition with Durdles among the tombs, vaults, towers, and ruins to-night." The impossible Durdles has the keys necessary for this, "surely an unaccountable expedition," Dickens keeps remarking. The moon seems to rise on this night at about 7.30 p.m.
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