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Updated: June 19, 2025
Accept, señor, the assurance of my perfect consideration, and believe me Your obedient, humble servant, MIGUEL PIETOSO. Honoured and dear Brother: Since I wrote you last week, things the most frightful have happened. Rita's conduct grew more and more violent and unruled; in despair, I sent for Don Miguel.
She stooped and recovered it, glanced and gasped. "Well!" It was only a pencil sketch done on cheap, unruled tablet paper, but her mind dissolved into a chaos of interrogation marks and exclamation points with the latter predominating more and more the longer she looked. It showed blunt-topped hills and a shallow coulee which she remembered perfectly.
So distressed was he at losing Baccio that he was quite wild for a time. His passions being unruled, that of grief took entire possession of him. In his despair he vowed to give up painting; he declared that he would also become a monk, if it were not that he now hated them more than ever; besides, he was a Pallesco, and could not desert his party.
The paper was wrapped around a half-crown and folded in at each end. The diplomat opened it hesitatingly, but having read what was written, laughed. "There's nothing in THAT," he exclaimed. He passed the note to Ford. The reporter fell upon it eagerly. The note was written in pencil on an unruled piece of white paper. The handwriting was that of a woman.
"It has always looked to us as if written in the dark, by an agitated hand; but " I said nothing; the broken and unfinished scrawl was sufficiently eloquent. "Did your friend declare Miss Grey to have written with a pencil and on a small piece of unruled paper?" "Yes, the pencil was at her bedside; the paper was torn from a book which lay there.
I have seen such a man put down, single-handed, by word of his fearless authority, fights among a score of woodmen who had known nothing but the rank vigor of their unruled male lives.
Before taking any notice of him, the Provincial opened a thick book bound in dark morocco leather, of which the leaves were of white unruled paper, interleaved, like a diary, with blotting paper. The pages were numbered, although there was, apparently, no index attached to the volume.
"Because I have received a letter which sets the date," and he took from his pocket a sheet of paper and handed it over to me. "Read it!" The letter was written in pencil, in a delicate and somewhat feminine hand, on a sheet of plain, unruled paper. With an astonishment which increased with every word, I read this extraordinary epistle: "My Dear Mr.
"Because ink doesn't go black till a long while after it is written. At least, the letters I write don't." She shot a veiled coquettish glance at the big K.C. from under her long eyelashes. The K.C. returned the glance with a genial smile. "What do you write your letters on, Miss Fanning?" She almost giggled at the question. "I use a writing tablet," she replied. "Ruled or unruled?" "Ruled.
Gone forever seemed the days when the land was for all, and the cattle and the fruits of the field, and when, unruled by kings, untrammelled by priests, untyrannised by pretence of 'law, our fathers drank in from Nature's breast the strength and vigour that gave it even to this little babe to fight its hopeless fight for life so bravely and so long.
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