Library of the World's Best Mystery and Detective Stories, 第 3 卷

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Julian Hawthorne
Review of Reviews Company, 1907
 

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第211页 - I should have looked upon it now, as one of the illusions of an imagination which is eternally misleading me, had not the old man, as soon as the dance ended, said, that this was their constant way; and that all his life long he had made it a rule, after supper was over, to call out his family to dance and rejoice; believing, he said, that a chearful and contented mind was the best sort of thanks to heaven that an illiterate peasant could pay Or a learned prelate either, said I.
第213页 - Review. After the clergyman has cried his peccavi, suppose we hoist up a Bishop, and give him a couple of dozen! (I see my Lord Bishop of Double-Gloucester sitting in a very uneasy...
第210页 - The moment the signal was given, the women and girls ran all together into a back apartment to tie up their hair, and the young men to the door to wash their faces and change their sabots; and in three minutes every soul was ready, upon a little esplanade before the house, to begin. The old man and his wife came out last, and, placing me betwixt them, sat down upon a sofa of turf by the door. The old man had some fifty years ago been no mean performer upon the vielle; and at the age he was then of,...
第209页 - The family consisted of an old grey-headed man and his wife, with five or six sons and sons-in-law, and their several wives, and a joyous genealogy out of them. They were all sitting down together to their lentil-soup ; a large wheaten loaf was in the middle of the table ; and a flagon of wine at each end of it promised joy through the stages of the repast : — 'twas a feast of love.
第215页 - ... my darkling life, and joy of my dungeoned existence, it is because I do know a little about you that I conclude to say nothing of that private closet, and keep my key in my pocket. You take away that closet-key then, and the housekey. You lock Delia in. You keep her out of harm's way and gadding, and so she never can be found out. And yet by little strange accidents and coincidences how we are being found out every day!
第217页 - ? — a public clapping hands and flinging garlands? Brown knows that Smith has found him out. Puff, trumpets! Wave, banners! "Huzza, boys, for the immortal Brown! " This is all very well," B. thinks (bowing the while, smiling, laying his hand to his heart) ; " but there stands Smith at the window : he has measured me ; and some day the others will find me out too.
第218页 - It is a very curious sensation to sit by a man who has found you out, and who you know has found you out ; or, vice versa, to sit with a man whom you have found out. His talent ? Bah ! His virtue ? We know a little story or two about his virtue, and he knows we know it. We are thinking over friend Robinson's antecedents, as we grin, bow, and talk ; and we are both humbugs together. Robinson a good fellow, is he ? You know how he behaved to Hicks? A good-natured man, is he? Pray do you remember that...
第170页 - ... with them. Even Stanton's fears were subdued by his astonishment, and, turning to the stranger, who remained standing on the same spot, he asked the reason of such an outrage on humanity. The stranger, slowly turning round, and disclosing a countenance which (Here the manuscript was illegible for a few lines), said in English (A long hiatus followed here, and the next passage that was legible, though it proved to be a continuation of the narrative, was but a fragment...
第210页 - I fancied I could distinguish an elevation of spirit different from that which is the cause or the effect of simple jollity. In a word, I thought I beheld Religion mixing in the dance ; — but, as I had never seen her so engaged, I should have looked upon it now as one of the illusions of an imagination which is eternally misleading me, had not the old man, as soon as the dance ended, said, that this was their constant way ; and that all his life long he had made it a rule, after supper was over,...
第89页 - ... the effects which, in the former time, Margrave's strange chants had produced on the ear that they ravished and the thoughts they confused, was but as the wild bird's imitative carol, compared to the depth, and the art, and the soul of the singer whose voice seemed endowed with a charm to...

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