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Wessel yawned sleepily and, glancing at the scrawled, uncertain first page, he began reading aloud very softly: The Rape of Lucrece "From the besieged Ardea all in post, Borne by the trustless wings of false desire, Lust-breathing Tarquin leaves the Roman host " The Moonlight Quill is, or rather was, a very romantic little store, considered radical and admitted dark.
"Three days later a message was left scrawled upon paper, and placed under a pebble upon the sundial. Here it is. The characters are, as you see, exactly the same as the last one. After that I determined to lie in wait, so I got out my revolver and I sat up in my study, which overlooks the lawn and garden.
Nap only smiled cynically. "Is Hudson to take this note? Can I address it for you?" If he expected to cause any discomfiture by the suggestion he was disappointed. Lucas answered him with absolute composure. "Yes; to Lady Carfax at the Manor. It is to go at once." Nap thrust it into an envelope with a perfectly inscrutable countenance, scrawled the address, and handed it to the valet.
In the evening Cecil found that his father had formerly occupied the same bedroom of the English hotel in which he was then lodged; for he found that Lord Burghley had scrawled his name in the chimney-corner a fact which was highly gratifying to the son. The next morning, at seven o'clock, the travellers set forth for Ghent. The journey was a miserable one.
There I among those other nerve-shattered ones had scribbled my name and scrawled a sketch or two. "Here sweated Rudolph Brederode," read out Miss Rivers, with a sweet look, as if she pitied me now for what I suffered then. But Miss Van Buren showed sublime indifference. She wished, she said, to pick out names that were really interesting.
'The characteristics of Haydon's art, he writes, 'appear to me to be great determination and power, knowledge, and effrontery... Haydon appears to have succeeded as often as he displays any real anxiety to do so; but one is struck with the extraordinary discrepancy of different parts of the work, as though, bored by a fixed attention that had taken him out of himself, yet highly applauding the result, he had scrawled and daubed his brush about in a sort of intoxication of self-glory... In Haydon's work there is not sufficient forgetfulness of self to disarm criticism of personality.
"Oh, see what she's written!" cried Polly, quite aghast, and tumbling into her chair, she pointed at the top. "Deer Mister Erl," scrawled clear across the top. "I didn't mean oh, you said do it, Polly." Phronsie threw herself out of her chair, and over into Polly's lap, burrowing and wailing piteously.
"I'd come too if 't wa'n't milkin' but Jot ain't home from the Centre, and I've got to do his chores; come in as you go along back, will you?" asked Diadema. Hannah Sophia remained behind, promising to meet them at the post-office and hear the news. As the two women walked down the hill she drew the old envelope from the Bible and read the wavering words scrawled upon it in old Mrs.
In his memorandum-book he wrote the name of a certain college at Oxford, and a date, corresponding, oddly enough, to the name and date on one of the goblets in Mr Armstrong's room. That done, he scrawled a post card to Dr Brandram, requesting him to call and see Roger, whose cough was still a little troublesome.
Musk-scented notes scrawled upon barbaric, "high-toned" stationery poured in upon him. Even a few white women, to his horror and embarrassment, had written him of love, letters which he straightway destroyed. His sense of his position was strong in him; he was proud of it. There might be "folks outer their haids," but he had the sense to remember.
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