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However, before I kill you and I suppose you guess that I am going to kill you as soon as I've done with you I wish to have just a word, Master Jasper Trenoweth." From the tone in which he said the words he might have been congratulating me on some great good fortune. He paused awhile as if to allow the full force of them to sink in, and then took up the Golden Clasp.
Trenoweth got the stone puts out of all doubt." "As I finished my reading, I looked up and saw Mr. Sanderson watching me across the table. 'Well? said he. "I pushed the parchment across to him, and filled a pipe. He read the whole through very slowly, and without the movement of a muscle; then handed it back, but said never a word. "'Well, I asked, after a pause; 'what do you think of it?
Trenoweth has wisely forborne for safety from showing it to any of the jewellers here; but on the one occasion when I saw the gem I measured it, and found it to be, roughly, some three and a half inches square and two inches in depth; of its weight I cannot speak. But that it truly is the Great Ruby of Ceylon, the account of the Buddhist priest from, whom Mr.
Jasper Trenoweth, when I think of your folly I have half a mind to be dog-sick with you myself." What could the man mean? What was this clue which I had never found? "And all the time it was written upon this key here, as large as life; not only that, but, to leave you no excuse, Amos Trenoweth actually told you that it was written here."
"'Why, in the first place, that my father was a marvellously honest man, and yours, Mr. Trenoweth, a very indiscreet one. And secondly, that ye're just as indiscreet as he, and it will be lucky for ye if I'm as honest as my father. "I laughed. "'Aye, ye may laugh; but mark my words, Mr. Trenoweth.
Here are you, Jasper Trenoweth, inheritor of the Great Ruby of Ceylon, besides other treasure too paltry to mention, in danger of starving in a garret. Here am I, Thomas Loveday, author of 'Francesca: a Tragedy, and other masterpieces too numerous to catalogue, with every prospect of sharing your fate. The situation is striking, Jasper, you'll allow." "What did the manager say about it?" I asked.
Among these I, Jasper Trenoweth, can claim no place; yet I venture to think my history will not altogether lack interest and this for two reasons. For the moral, it must be sought by the reader himself in the following pages.
"Claire dead;" then this must be her mother, and I, Jasper Trenoweth, was lying here with Claire's mother bending over me. How came we so? What had happened, that and once more the shadow of oblivion swept down and enfolded me. She was still there, kneeling beside me, chafing my hands and every now and then speaking words of tender solicitude. How white her hair was!
Concanen, however, assured her that it was not necessary, and the girl was just going out of the door when suddenly we heard a scream and then the captain's voice calling, 'Trenoweth! Doctor! Help, help! "The doctor immediately rushed past the maid and up the companion. I was just following at his heels when I heard two shots fired in rapid succession, and then a heavy crash.
Buryan, and there she spent her time in robbing the living, and doing any other mischief that came into her head to do. One of her victims here was her near neighbour, Tom Trenoweth, a hard-working, struggling man who spent all his days trying to make both ends meet, and mostly failing, poor fellow.
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