The Trail of the Serpent: A NovelSimpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent, 1892 - 320 pages |
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Page 283 - Cream of the Valley cask, with his hat very much on the back of his head, and his hands in his pockets. " I'll write the message." He scribbled upon a card—•" Go across to Liverpool. He's given us the slip, and is there;
Page 52 - painful journey; and on the evening of the eighth day from that on which he left London he falls fainting at his mother's feet. I shall prove to you, gentlemen, that the prisoner left London on the very day on which his uncle arrived in
Page 127 - finger pointing to the dark end to which she hastens with a purpose in her heart so strange and fearful to her she scarcely can believe it is her own, or that she is herself? With her left hand still upon the dark
Page 316 - too painful and too sacred for many words. He was restored to her. She had never murdered him. The potion given her by Blurosset was a very powerful opiate, which had produced a sleep resembling death in all its outward symptoms.
Page 174 - I tried a rope." " But her heart it is another's, and it never can be mine.
Page 63 - straight into the eyes looking into his. "Why, curse his impudence!" said the man, with a faint sickly laugh; " I'm blest if he hasn't been and boned my mug. I hope it'll do him more good than it's done me," he added, bitterly. " I can't make out the meaning of this,
Page 1 - Poor race of men, said the pitying Spirit, Dearly ye pay for
Page 150 - the hour by the falling of it. He knows that at such a time on a summer's evening the shadows of the iron bars of the window will make long black lines across the ground, and mount and mount, dividing the wall as if it were in panels, till they meet, and absorbing
Page 244 - the Borgias and Medicis used of old, before your face; to scatter a few grains of powder into that fire at your feet; to give you a book to read, a flower to smell; and you do not leave this room alive. And this is how I should act, if I were, what you say I am, the accomplice of a murderer.
Page 127 - she see ? A warning arm stretched out to save her from the commission of a dreadful deed, which, once committed, must shut her out from all earthly sympathy, though not perhaps from heavenly forgiveness; or a