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¡¡¡¡ A young woman, pretty, lively, with a harp as elegant as herself, and both placed near a window, cut down to the ground, and opening on a little lawn, surrounded by shrubs in the rich foliage of summer, was enough to catch any man's heart. The season, the scene, the air, were all favourable to tenderness and sentiment. Mrs. Grant and her tambour frame were not without their use: it was all in harmony; and as everything will turn to account when love is once set going, even the sandwich tray, and Dr. Grant doing the honours of it, were worth looking at. Without studying the busin
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ess, however, or knowing what he was about, Edmund was beginning, at the end of a week of such intercourse, to be a good deal in love; and to the credit of the lady it may be added that, without his being a man of the world or an elder brother, without any of the arts of flattery or the gaieties of small talk, he began to be agreeable to her. She felt it to be so, though she had not foreseen, and could hardly understand it; for he was not pleasant by any common rule: he talked no nonsense; he paid no
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Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Thursday, January 3, 2008
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from an enthusiastic great-nephew. It was a racing car. Some foreign make –she couldn't remember the name now. Notonly that, she had seen this car or one exactly like it, seen it only yesterday in a sidestreet close to Bertram's Hotel. She had noticed it not only because of its size and itspowerful and unusual appearance but because the number had awakened some vague memory,some trace of association in her memory. FAN 1166. It had made hr think of her cousinFanny Godfrey. Poor Fanny who stuttered, who had said "I havegot t-t-t-wo s-s-s-potz…”
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She walked along and looked at the number of thiscar. Yes, she was quite right. FAN 2266. It was the same car. Miss Marple, her footstepsgrowing more painful every moment, arrived deep in thought at the other side of ChelseaBridge and by then was so exhausted that she hailed the first taxi she saw with decision.She was worried by the feeling that there was something she ought to do about things. Butwhat things and what to do about them? It was all so indefinite. She fixed her eyesabsently on some newsboards.
"Sensational developments in train robbery,"they ran. "Engine driver's story," said another one. Really! Miss Marplethought to herself, every day there seemed to be a bank hold-up or a train robbery or awage pay snatch.
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from an enthusiastic great-nephew. It was a racing car. Some foreign make –she couldn't remember the name now. Notonly that, she had seen this car or one exactly like it, seen it only yesterday in a sidestreet close to Bertram's Hotel. She had noticed it not only because of its size and itspowerful and unusual appearance but because the number had awakened some vague memory,some trace of association in her memory. FAN 1166. It had made hr think of her cousinFanny Godfrey. Poor Fanny who stuttered, who had said "I havegot t-t-t-wo s-s-s-potz…”
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She walked along and looked at the number of thiscar. Yes, she was quite right. FAN 2266. It was the same car. Miss Marple, her footstepsgrowing more painful every moment, arrived deep in thought at the other side of ChelseaBridge and by then was so exhausted that she hailed the first taxi she saw with decision.She was worried by the feeling that there was something she ought to do about things. Butwhat things and what to do about them? It was all so indefinite. She fixed her eyesabsently on some newsboards.
"Sensational developments in train robbery,"they ran. "Engine driver's story," said another one. Really! Miss Marplethought to herself, every day there seemed to be a bank hold-up or a train robbery or awage pay snatch.
Monday, December 17, 2007
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He could not interfere. Was he not Arabella's? He was unable to go on further, and retraced his steps towards Christminster. Every tread of his feet seemed to say to him that he must on no account stand in the schoolmaster's way with Sue. Phillotson was perhaps twenty years her senior, but many a happy marriage had been made in such conditions of age. The ironical clinch to his sorrow was given by the thought that the intimacy between his cousin and the schoolmaster had been brought about entirely by himself. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡ VI ¡¡¡¡ JUDE'S old and embittered aunt lay unwell at Marygreen, and on the following Sunday
oil paintinghe went to see her--a visit which was the result of a victorious struggle against his inclination to turn aside to the village of Lumsdon and obtain a miserable interview with his cousin, in which the word nearest his heart could not be spoken, and the sight which had tortured him could not be revealed. ¡¡¡¡ His aunt was now unable to leave her bed, and a great part of Jude's short day was occupied in making arrangements for her comfort. The little bakery business had been sold to a neighbour, and with the proceeds of this and her savings she was comfortably supplied with necessaries and more, a widow of the same village living with her and ministering to her wants. It was not till the time had nearly come for him to leave that he obtained a quiet talk with her, and his words tended insensibly towards his cousin.
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He could not interfere. Was he not Arabella's? He was unable to go on further, and retraced his steps towards Christminster. Every tread of his feet seemed to say to him that he must on no account stand in the schoolmaster's way with Sue. Phillotson was perhaps twenty years her senior, but many a happy marriage had been made in such conditions of age. The ironical clinch to his sorrow was given by the thought that the intimacy between his cousin and the schoolmaster had been brought about entirely by himself. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡ VI ¡¡¡¡ JUDE'S old and embittered aunt lay unwell at Marygreen, and on the following Sunday
oil paintinghe went to see her--a visit which was the result of a victorious struggle against his inclination to turn aside to the village of Lumsdon and obtain a miserable interview with his cousin, in which the word nearest his heart could not be spoken, and the sight which had tortured him could not be revealed. ¡¡¡¡ His aunt was now unable to leave her bed, and a great part of Jude's short day was occupied in making arrangements for her comfort. The little bakery business had been sold to a neighbour, and with the proceeds of this and her savings she was comfortably supplied with necessaries and more, a widow of the same village living with her and ministering to her wants. It was not till the time had nearly come for him to leave that he obtained a quiet talk with her, and his words tended insensibly towards his cousin.
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