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Updated: June 21, 2025
Pickwick was fast asleep in bed, when his early visitor, followed by Sam, entered the room. The noise they made, in so doing, awoke him. 'Shaving-water, Sam, said Mr. Pickwick, from within the curtains. 'Shave you directly, Mr. Pickwick, said the visitor, drawing one of them back from the bed's head. 'I've got an execution against you, at the suit of Bardell. Here's the warrant. Common Pleas.
And he left her without another word. What were her thoughts when he left her? She remained for hours after he was gone, the sunshine pouring into the room, and Rebecca sitting alone on the bed's edge. The drawers were all opened and their contents scattered about dresses and feathers, scarfs and trinkets, a heap of tumbled vanities lying in a wreck.
He took no travel bag with him. I just took a peep at the room. The bed's not been slept in, and here's a lot of mail. He's most regular. "May be sick somewhere, sir. He looked very strange when he went out Saturday. He'd been up in the night. I heard him moving around very late."
There was a plenty of clean straw, tho', on the floor, had I intended to sleep which I did not. Instead, having blown out my light, I sat on the bed's edge, listening to the big clock over the hall as it chim'd the quarters, and waiting till the fellows below should be at their ease.
'What is it? said poor Maynard, with a horrible fear that Caterina had betrayed something about the dagger. 'She's not in her room, an' her bed's not been slept in this night, an' her hat an' cloak's gone. For a minute or two Mr. Gilfil was unable to speak. He felt sure the worst had come: Caterina had destroyed herself. The strong man suddenly looked so ill and helpless that Mrs.
"Who's talking about the Antipodes?" suddenly chimed in Lady Arabella. "Home to bed's my next move. Gillian, you come with me the car can take you on to Hampstead after dropping me in Park Lane. And Virginie can drive back with Magda." "Yes, do go with Marraine," said Magda, nodding acquiescence in reply to Gillian's glance of interrogation. "I have to dress yet."
According to individual character, each member of this fortuitous society contemplates the skies, and departs, skipping to avoid the mud, because he is in a hurry, or because he sees other citizens walking along in spite of wind and slush, or because, the archway being damp and mortally catarrhal, the bed's edge, as the proverb says, is better than the sheets. Each one has his motive.
She had her hand on the bell-rope at her bed's head, and had all but pulled it before she identified the blaze of light in her room as the exordium of the new day. The joy of the swallows at the dawn was musical in the ivy round her window, open through the warm night; and the turtle-doves had much to say, and were saying it, in the world of leafage out beyond.
The delighted builder then offered his services in providing a suitable crew for the little vessel, but this Dantes declined with many thanks, saying he was accustomed to cruise about quite alone, and his principal pleasure consisted in managing his yacht himself; the only thing the builder could oblige him in would be to contrive a sort of secret closet in the cabin at his bed's head, the closet to contain three divisions, so constructed as to be concealed from all but himself.
They were fully as narrow as the usual German bed, too, and had the German bed's ineradicable habit of spilling the blankets on the floor every time you forgot yourself and went to sleep.
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