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The black cane that had made the tap, tap, tap dangled by a silken cord from the
hand whose delicate blue-veined, wrinkled wrist ran back into a foam of lawn
ruffles. The other hand paused in the act of conveying a pinch of snuff to the
I was like a confounded rabbit in their hands. One of them had his fist on my
collar and jerked me out upon the hard road. We rolled down the embankment,
but he was on the top. It seemed an abominable episode, a piece of bad faith on
The runners were seized ; several hands caught at me. It was impossible to make
myself heard ; a fist struck me on the cheek. "Gibbet 'em," somebody shrieked; "
they hung my nephew! Gibbet 'em all the three. Young Kemp's mother's a bad ...
I felt hands fumbling with a knot at the back of my head. " You're all right," he said
again. The hubbub of voices ceased suddenly. " Now, lads, bring 'em along." A
voice I knew said their watchword, " Snuff and enough," loudly, and then, "What's
IT was, I suppose, what I demanded of Fate — to be gently wafted into the
position of a hero of romance, without rough hands at my throat. It is what we all
ask, I suppose; and we get it sometimes in ten-minute snatches. I didn't know
where I ...
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“And on this ghostly sigh, on this breath, with the feeble click of beads in the nun’s hands, a silence fell upon the room, vast as the stillness of a world of unknown faiths, loves, beliefs, of ... Read full review