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The complimentary allusion to Ovid, which Benjulia had not been able to understand, was contained in a letter from Mr. Morphew, and was expressed in these words:—“Let me sincerely thank you for makin…
Between one and two o’clock, the next afternoon, Benjulia (at work in his laboratory) heard the bell which announced the arrival of a visitor at the house. No matter what the circumstances might be, …
“Now,” said Benjulia, “what is it to be? The favourite public bugbear? Vivisection?” “Yes.” “Very well. What can I do for you?” “Tell me first,” said Lemuel, “what is Law?” “Nobody knows.” “Well…
An unusually long day’s work at the office had fatigued good Mr. Mool. He pushed aside his papers, and let his weary eyes rest on a glass vase full of flowers on the table—a present from a grateful c…
“I don’t know what is the matter with me. Sometimes I think I am going to be really ill.” It was the day after Mrs. Gallilee’s interview with her lawyer—and this was Carmina’s answer, when the gover…
The solitude of her own room was no welcome refuge to Carmina, in her present state of mind. She went on to the schoolroom. Miss Minerva was alone. The two girls, in obedience to domestic regulation…
The weather, to Carmina’s infinite relief, changed for the worse the next day. Incessant rain made it impossible to send her out in the carriage again. But it was an eventful day, nevertheless. On t…
After two days of rain, the weather cleared again. It was a calm, sunshiny Sunday morning. The flat country round Benjulia’s house wore its brightest aspect on that clear autumn day. Even the doctor…
“You look hot, sir; have a drink. Old English ale, out of the barrel.” The tone was hearty. He poured out the sparkling ale into a big tumbler, with hospitable good-will. Mr. Mool was completely, an…
Mrs. Gallilee’s maid looked at her watch, when the carriage left Mr. Mool’s house. “We shall be nearly an hour late, before we get home,” she said. “It’s my fault, Marceline. Tell your mistress the …
