For if I could make him believe that learning was a good thing, and that we might lead better lives, I should be a’most content to die.’ ‘Don’t talk stuff about dying, Liz.’ She placed her hands in one

‘At least,’ said Mr Inspector, ‘you will not object to leave me your card, sir?’ ‘I should not object, if I had one; but I have not.’ He reddened and was much confused as he gave the answer. ‘At least,’

Will you come with us?’ A little winding through some muddy alleys that might have been deposited by the last ill-savoured tide, brought them to the wicket-gate and bright lamp of a Police Station; where

I’ve giv’ notice of the circumstarnce to the police, and the police have took possession of it. No time ain’t been lost, on any hand. The police have put into print already, and here’s what the print says

And we have got a precious one.’ ‘There are four of us, with our names painted on a door-post in right of one black hole called a set of chambers,’ said Eugene; ‘and each of us has the fourth of a clerk—Cassim

Chapter 3 ANOTHER MAN As the disappearing skirts of the ladies ascended the Veneering staircase, Mortimer, following them forth from the dining-room, turned into a library of bran-new books, in bran-new

Ten or twelve months ago.’ Same Buffer inquires with smartness, ‘What of?’ But herein perishes a melancholy example; being regarded by the three other Buffers with a stony stare, and attracting no further

Coal-dust, vegetable-dust, bone-dust, crockery dust, rough dust and sifted dust,—all manner of Dust.’ A passing remembrance of Mrs Veneering, here induces Mortimer to address his next half-dozen words

‘Now, Mortimer,’ says Lady Tippins, rapping the sticks of her closed green fan upon the knuckles of her left hand—which is particularly rich in knuckles, ‘I insist upon your telling all that is to be told

Is appealed to, at the fish stage of the banquet, by Veneering, on the disputed question whether his cousin Lord Snigsworth is in or out of town? Gives it that his cousin is out of town. ‘At Snigsworthy

Mrs Veneering does not expect that Mr Twemlow can in nature care much for such insipid things as babies, but so old a friend must please to look at baby. ‘Ah! You will know the friend of your family better,

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