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Could not that blood-stained hand," I interrupted, "have been the hand of Mademoiselle Stangerson who, in the moment of falling, had pressed it against the wail, and, in slipping, enlarged the impression?"
"There was not a drop of blood on either of her hands when she was lifted up," replied Monsieur Darzac.
"We are now sure," said I, "that it was Mademoiselle Stangerson who was armed with Daddy Jacques's revolver, since she wounded the hand of the murderer. She was in fear, then, of somebody or something."
"Probably."
"Do you suspect anybody?"
"No," replied Monsieur Darzac, looking at Rouletabille. Rouletabille then said to me:
"You must know, my friend, that the inquiry is a little more advanced than Monsieur de Marquet has chosen to tell us. He not only knows that Mademoiselle Stangerson defended herself with the revolver, but he knows what the weapon was

picture of the last supper

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　Now the Princess happened to walk that way; and when she heard the tune, she stood quite still, and seemed pleased; for she could play "Lieber Augustine"; it was the only piece she knew; and she played it with one finger.
　　"Why there is my piece," said the Princess. "That swineherd must certainly have been well educated! Go in and ask him the price of the instrument."
　　So one of the court-ladies must run in; however, she drew on wooden slippers first.
　　"What will you take for the kitchen-pot?" said the lady.
　　"I will have ten kisses from the Princess," said the swineherd.
　　"Yes, indeed!" said the lady.
　　"I cannot sell it for less," rejoined the swineherd.
　　"He is an impudent fellow!" said the Princess, and she walked on; but when she had gone a little way, the bells tinkled so prettily
　　"Ach! du lieber Augustin,
　　Alles ist weg, weg, weg!"
　　"Stay," said the Princess. "Ask him if he will have ten kisses from the ladies of my court."
　　"No, thank you!" said the swineherd. "Ten kisses from the Princess, or I keep the kitchen-pot myself."

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it, and her brow settled gradually into
petrified severity.
Meantime, Mr. Brocklehurst, standing on the hearth with his hands
behind his back, majestically surveyed the whole school. Suddenly
his eye gave a blink, as if it had met something that either dazzled
or shocked its pupil; turning, he said in more rapid accents than he
had hitherto used-
'Miss Temple, Miss Temple, what- what is that girl with curled
hair? Red hair, ma'am, curled- curled all over?' And extending his
cane he pointed to the awful object, his hand shaking as he did so.
'It is Julia Severn,' replied Miss Temple, very quietly.
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'Julia Severn, ma'am! And why has she, or any other, curled hair?
Why, in defiance of every precept and principle of this house, does

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"I suppose they do，"said Mr Cust. "It's a fact.Sometimes it's the war what unhinged them-never been rightsince." "I-I expect you're right." "I don't hold with wars，"said the young man. His companion turned on him. "I don't hold with plague and sleeping sickness and famine andcancer......but they happen all the same!" "War's preventable，"said the young man with assurance. Mr Cust laughed.He laughed for some time. The young man was slightly alarmed. "He's a bit batty himself，"he thought.
oil paintings Aloud he said: "Sorry，sir，I expect you were in the war." "I was，"said Mr Cust."It-it-unsettled me.My head's never been rightsince.It aches，you know.Aches terribly." "Oh!I'm sorry about that，"said the young man awkwardly. "Sometimes I hardly know what I'm doing......"

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was remarkably pretty; Henry, though not handsome, had air and countenance; the manners of both were lively and pleasant, and Mrs. Grant immediately gave them credit for everything else. She was delighted with each, but Mary was her dearest object; and having never been able to glory in beauty of her own, she thoroughly enjoyed the power of being proud of her sister's. She had not waited her arrival to look out for a suitable match for her: she had fixed on Tom Bertram; the eldest son of a baronet was not too good for a girl of twenty thousand pounds, with all the elegance and accomplishments which Mrs. Grant foresaw in her; and being a warm-hearted, unreserved woman, Mary had not been three hou
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rs in the house before she told her what she had planned. ¡¡¡¡ Miss Crawford was glad to find a family of such consequence so very near them, and not at all displeased either at her sister's early care, or the choice it had fallen on. Matrimony was her object, provided she could marry well: and having seen Mr. Bertram in town, she knew that objection could no more be made to his person than to his situation in life. While she treated it as a joke, therefore, she did not forget to think of it seriously. The scheme was soon repeated to Henry.

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The pain of his continued residence in Highbury, however, must certainly be lessened by his marriage. Many vain solicitudes would be prevented-- many awkwardnesses smoothed by it. A Mrs. Elton would be an excuse for any change of intercourse; former intimacy might sink without remark. It would be almost beginning their life of civility again. 　　 Of the lady, individually, Emma thought very little. She was good enough for Mr. Elton, no doubt; accomplished enough for Highbury-- handsome enough--to look plain, probably, by Harriet's side. As to connexion, there Emma was
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perfectly easy; persuaded, that after all his own vaunted claims and disdain of Harriet, he had done nothing. On that article, truth seemed attainable. What she was, must be uncertain; but who she was, might be found out; and setting aside the 10,000 l., it did not appear that she was at all Harriet's superior. She brought no name, no blood, no alliance. Miss Hawkins was the youngest of the two daughters of a Bristol-- merchant, of course, he must be called; but, as the whole of the profits of his mercantile life appeared so very moderate, it was not unfair to guess the dignity of his line of trade had been very

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Sarah King stood in the precincts of the Temple -the Haramesh-Sherif.Herback was to the Dome of the Rock.The splashing of fountains sounded in herears.Little groups of tourists passed by without disturbing the peace of theoriental atmosphere. Strange,thought Sarah,that once a Jebusite should have made this rockysummit into a threshing floor and that David should have purchased it for sixhundred shekels of gold and made it a Holy Place.And now the loud chatteringtongues of sightseer
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s of all nations could be heard. She turned and looked at the Mosque which now covered the shrine andwondered if Solomon's temple would have looked half as beautiful. There was a clatter of footsteps and a little party came out from theinterior of the Mosque.It was the Boyntons escorted by a voluble dragoman,MrsBoynton was supported between Lennox and Raymond.Nadine and Mr Cope walked

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`Oh, fie, silly child!' I exclaimed. `If you had any real griefs, you'd be ashamed to waste a tear on this little contrariety. You never had one shadow of substantial sorrow, Miss Catherine. Suppose, for a minute, that master and I were dead, and you were by yourself in the world: how would you feel then? Compare the present occasion with such an affliction as that, and be thankful for the friends you have, instead of coveting more.'
`I'm not crying for myself, Ellen,' she answered, `it's for him. He expected to see me again tomorrow, and there he'll be so disappointed: and he'll wait for me, and I shan't come!'
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`Nonsense,' said I, `do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him? Hasn't he Hareton for a companion? Not one in a hundred would weep at losing a relation they had just seen twice, for two afternoons. Linton will conjecture how it is, and trouble himself no further about you.'
`But may I not write a note to tell him why I cannot come?' she asked, rising to her feet. `And just send those books I promised to lend him? His books are not as nice as mine, and he wanted to have them extremely, when I told him how interesting they were. May I not, Ellen?'

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I mean! I shouldn't be Mrs Linton were such a price demanded! He'll be as much to me as he has been all his lifetime. Edgar must shake off his antipathy, and tolerate him, at least. He will, when he learns my true feelings towards him. Nelly, I see now, you think me a selfish wretch; but did it never strike you that if Heathcliff and I married, we should be beggars? whereas, if I marry Linton, I can aid Heathcliff to rise, and place him out of my brother's power.'
`With your husband's money, Miss Catherine?' I asked. `You'll find him not so pliable as you calculate upon: and, though I'm hardly a judge, I think that's the worst motive you've given yet for being the wife of young Linton.'
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`It is not,' retorted she; `it is the best! The others were the satisfaction of my whims: and for Edgar's sake, too, to satisfy him. This is for the sake of one who comprehends in his person my feelings to Edgar and myself. I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.

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My mother put her hands upon my lips to stop me. ¡¡¡¡'It was never bewitching,' she said, laughing. 'It never could have been bewitching, Davy. Now I know it wasn't!' ¡¡¡¡'Yes, it was. "Bewitching Mrs. Copperfield",' I repeated stoutly. 'And, "pretty."' ¡¡¡¡'No, no, it was never pretty. Not pretty,' interposed my mother, laying her fingers on my lips again. ¡¡¡¡'Yes it was. "Pretty little widow."' ¡¡¡¡'What foolish, impudent creatures!' cried my mother, laughing and covering her face. 'What ridiculous men! An't they? Davy dear -' ¡¡¡¡'Well, Ma.' ¡¡¡¡'Don't tell Peggotty; she might be angry with them. I am dreadfully angry with them
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　myself; but I would rather Peggotty didn't know.' ¡¡¡¡I promised, of course; and we kissed one another over and over again, and I soon fell fast asleep. ¡¡¡¡It seems to me, at this distance of time, as if it were the next day when Peggotty broached the striking and adventurous proposition I am about to mention; but it was probably about two months afterwards. ¡¡¡¡We were sitting as before, one evening (when my mother was out as before), in company with the stocking and the yard-measure, and the bit of wax, and the box with St. Paul's on the lid, and the crocodile book, when Peggotty, after looking at me several times, and opening her mouth as if she were going to speak, without doing it - which I thought was merely gaping, or I should have been rather alarmed - said coaxingly:

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"Oh, I bought something for you, which I had nearly forgotten," she said quickly, searching her pocket. "It is a new little photograph of me. Would you like it?" ¡¡¡¡ "WOULD I!" He took it gladly, and the porter came. There seemed to be an ominous glance on his face when he opened the gate. She passed in, looking back at Jude, and waving her hand. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡ III ¡¡¡¡ THE seventy young women, of ages varying in the main from nineteen to one-and-twenty, though several were older, who at this date filled the species of nunnery known as the Training-School at Melchester, formed a very mixed community, which included the daughters of mechanics, curates, surgeons, shopkeepers, farmers, dairy-men, soldiers, sailors, and villagers. They sat in the large school-room of the establishment on the evening previously described, and word was passed round that Sue Bridehead had not come in at closing-time. ¡¡¡¡
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　"She went out with her young man," said a second-year's student, who knew about young men. "And Miss Traceley saw her at the station with him. She'll have it hot when she does come." ¡¡¡¡ "She said he was her cousin," observed a youthful new girl. ¡¡¡¡ "That excuse has been made a little too often in this school to be effectual in saving our souls," said the head girl of the year, drily. ¡¡¡¡ The fact was that, only twelve months before, there had occurred a lamentable seduction of one of the pupils who had made the same statement in order to gain meetings with her lover. The affair had created a scandal, and the management had consequently been rough on cousins ever since.