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He moved accordingly to the door-post; but even here he was not left in repose. A fresh relay of visitors arrived, and obliged him to make way for them to pass into the room which he did by politely rolling himself round the door-post into the passage. As he disappeared in this way, Mr.
Anything a branch, a door-post, a window, would suggest the hateful form during those periods happily brief when the poor mind was temporarily unhinged. No doubt, in earlier years, the fits had occurred frequently. Now they were rare, and generally, it seemed, attributable to some strong excitement or emotion. Plancine knew how to act.
It was quite evident that Jack had done justice to the good cheer of the lawyer, for he was rather unsteady, and had to hold by the door-post to support himself, while there was such a look of contentment upon his countenance as contrasted with the indignation that was manifest upon the admiral's face that, as the saying is, it would have made a cat laugh to see them.
The landlord at his door-post drew them into talk about the heat, the emptiness of Paris and the happy lot of those who could go into villeggiatura in the country. The arrival of a perspiring cabman in a red waistcoat and glazed hat caused him to retire within and administer to the newcomer's needs. "One of my reasons for looking you up," said Sypher, "was to make my apologies." "Apologies?"
And in this business there was a third partner, whose name did not appear on the dirty door-post. That third partner was Mrs Van Siever, the mother of Clara Van Siever whom Mr Conway Dalrymple intended to portray as Jael driving a nail into Sisera's head. On a certain morning Mr Broughton and Mr Musselboro were sitting together in the office which has been described.
Horror-struck, the student Anselmus flew back; he clutched at the door-post, but his hand caught the bell-rope and pulled it, and in piercing discords it rung stronger and stronger, and through the whole empty house the echo repeated, as in mockery: "To the crystal fall!" An unearthly terror seized the student Anselmus, and quivered through all his limbs.
It was only when Bradley, dismounting from his mustang, struck the door-post with the handle of his whip-for it is needless to say that bells were not to be found in that neighborhood that their presence became known. A woman, tall, spare, and with harsh features, came to the door. She eyed Bradley askance. "Well, what's wanted, and who are you?" she demanded.
Tell me the worst! Is he alive?" "Yes." She gasped, and staggered against the door-post. "Where? Why does he not come back to me?" asked she, in a confused, abstracted way. It was best to tell the truth, and have it over. "He has gone to London, Lucia. He will think over it all there, and be sorry for it, and then all will be well again." But Lucia did not hear the end of that sentence.
He put the card into his waistcoat pocket, keeping his own meanwhile in evidence; and as he leaned against the door-post he met with the smile of a straying thought what the expanse before the hotel offered to his view. It was positively droll to him that he should already have Maria Gostrey, whoever she was of which he hadn't really the least idea in a place of safe keeping.
She went alone and quickly into the hall, and kissed either door-post, whispering: "Be good to me. You know! You've never failed in your duty yet." When the matter was explained to George, he would have sailed at once to their own land, but this Sophie forbade. "I don't want science," she said. "I just want to be loved, and there isn't time for that at home.
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