Scotland, Stories ofC. Scribner's sons, 1896 |
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ANGELO LEWIS answered ANTHONY HOPE asked began Benjamin Blackwater Box Tunnel Callender Captain Dolignan carriage Casterbridge chairman CHARLES READE chimney chimney-corner cigar-case cinder gray Clayborough constable corner cried Dieppe door dream Dumbleton Dwerri East Anglian Ernest eyes face Finchley Fladgate gentleman girl gone guard guests hand heard highwaymen horse John Dwerrihouse Jonathan Jelf King's Norton lady Langford laughed leave letter light Lismore looked Lowestoft marry Maythorpe Farm mead mind minutes Miss Haythorn Mistress Pemberthy necktie never night once pause philosopher platform Quelch Raikes remember replied Reuben Pemberthy seemed seventy-five thousand pounds smile Somers song Sophie Tarne speak Stango station station-master Stockbridge stranger in cinder tell thing THOMAS HARDY thought tion took train turned under-secretary voice wait whispered Widger wife WILKIE COLLINS woman words young
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143 ページ - ... towards that appreciative comrade, who also held out his own. They clinked together, the eyes of the rest of the room hanging upon the singer's actions. He parted his lips for the third verse ; but at that moment another knock was audible upon the door.
132 ページ - The hedge-carpenter was suggesting a song to the company, which nobody just then was inclined to undertake, so that the knock afforded a not unwelcome diversion. "Walk in!" said the shepherd promptly. The latch clicked upward, and out of the night our pedestrian appeared upon the door-mat. The shepherd arose, snuffed two of the nearest candles, and turned to look at him. Their light disclosed that the stranger was dark in complexion and not unprepossessing as to feature. His hat, which for a moment...
150 ページ - tis as much as my legs will do to take me that far. Going the same way?" " No, I am sorry to say! I have to get home over there " (he nodded indefinitely to the right), " and I feel as you do, that it is quite enough for my legs to do before bedtime.
154 ページ - Casterbridge gaol to bid him farewell. I was benighted, and called here to rest and ask the way. When I opened the door I saw before me the very man, my brother, that I thought to see in the condemned cell at Casterbridge. He was in this chimney-corner; and, jammed close to him, so that he could not have got out if he had tried, was the executioner who'd come to take his life, singing a song about it, and not knowing that it was his victim who was close by, joining in to save appearances. My brother...
138 ページ - Hence, presently, the stranger in cinder-gray at the table, moved by its creeping influence, unbuttoned his waistcoat, threw himself back in his chair, spread his legs, and made his presence felt in various ways. "Well, well, as I say," he resumed, "I am going to Casterbridge, and to Casterbridge I must go.
131 ページ - ... were varnished with the same dull liquid glaze ; while, far away in the vale, a faint whiteness of more than usual extent showed that the rivers were high in the meads. Beyond all this winked a few bleared lamplights through the beating drops — lights that denoted the situation of the county-town from which he had appeared to come. The absence of all notes of life in that direction seemed to clinch his intentions, and he knocked at the door.
131 ページ - ... with an apparently new intention, he walked up the path to the house-door. Arrived here, his first act was to kneel down on a large stone beside the row of vessels, and to drink a copious draught from one of them. Having quenched his thirst he rose and lifted his hand to knock, but paused with his eye upon the panel. Since the dark surface of the wood revealed absolutely nothing, it was evident that he must be mentally looking through the door, as if he wished to measure thereby all the possibilities...
125 ページ - ... candlesticks that were never used but at high-days, holy-days, and family feasts. The lights were scattered about the room, two of them standing on the chimney-piece. This position of candles was in itself significant. Candles on the chimney-piece always meant a party. On the hearth, in front of a back-brand to give substance, blazed a fire of thorns, that crackled "like the laughter of the fool.
149 ページ - tis the business o' the Government to take care of its criminals— not mine." "True; so it is. And I felt as you did, that there were enough without me.
130 ページ - ... eight or ten beehives just discernible by the path, and its dripping from the eaves into a row of buckets and pans that had been placed under the walls of the cottage. For at Higher Crowstairs, as at all such elevated domiciles, the grand difficulty of housekeeping was an insufficiency of water; and a casual rainfall was utilized by turning out, as catchers, every utensil that the house contained. Some queer stories might be told of the contrivances for economy in suds and dish-waters that are...