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She stopped and hesitated, still watching his face, and then spoke hurriedly and diffidently Monsieur, it seems impertinent to make such suggestions to you, who have doubtless a full fund of 176 consolation but I remember, when a child, going to hear the preaching of a monk who was famous for his eloquence. He said that his text was from the Scriptures it has been in my mind all to day There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest. The man is becoming impatient. Adieu Monsieur. A thousand thanks and a thousand blessings. She offered her cheek, on medical face mask use which there was not a ray of increased colour, and Monsieur the Viscount stooped and kissed it, with a thick mist gathering in his eyes, through which he could not see her face. Adieu Valerie Adieu Louis So they met, and so they parted and as Monsieur the Viscount went back to his prison, he flattered himself that the last link was broken for him in the chain of earthly interests. When he reached the cell he was tired, and lay down, and in a few seconds a soft scrambling over the floor announced the return of Monsieur Crapaud from his hiding place. With one wrinkled leg after another he clambered on to the stone, and Monsieur the Viscount started when he saw him. Friend Crapaud I had actually forgotten thee. I fancied I had said adieu for the last time and he gave a choked sigh, which Monsieur Crapaud could 177 not be expected to understand. In about five minutes he sprang up suddenly. Monsieur Crapaud, I have not long to live, and no time must be lost in making my will. Monsieur Crapaud was too wise to express any astonishment and his master began to hunt for a tidy looking stone paper and cambric were both at an end. They were all rough and dirty but necessity had made the Viscount inventive, and he took a where to buy mask n95 in san francisco couple and rubbed them together till he had polished both. Then he pulled out n95 mask medical use the little pencil, and for the next half hour composed and wrote busily. When it was done he lay down, and read it to his friend. This was Monsieur the Viscount s last will and Testament To my successor in this cell. To.ler s wife. What can ee want with un The talking ceased as she spoke, and the windmiller appeared, followed by a woman carrying a young baby in her arms. He was a ruddy man for his age at any time, but there was an extra flush on his cheeks just now, and some excitement in his manner, making him look as his wife was not wont to see him more than once a year, after the Foresters dinner at the Heart of Oak. There was a difference, too. A little too much drink made the windmiller peevish and pompous, but just now he spoke in a kindly, almost conciliating tone. See, missus Let this good lady dry herself a bit, and get warm, and the little un too. A woman ill favored, though there was no positive fault to be found with her features, except that the upper lip was long and cleft, and the lower one very large came forward with the child, and began to take off its wraps, and the miller s wife, giving her face a hasty wipe, went hospitably to help her. Tst tst little love she cried, gulping down a sob, due to her own sad memories, and moving the cloak more tenderly than the woman in whose arms the child lay. What a pair of dark eyes, then Is t a boy or girl, m m A boy, said a voice from the door, and the miller s wife, with a suppressed shriek of timidity, became aware of a man whose entrance she had not perceived, and to whom she dropped a hasty courtesy. He was a man slightly above the middle height, whose slenderness made him seem taller. An old cloak, intended as much to disguise as to protect him, did not quite conceal a faultlessness of child size n95 mask costume beneath it, after the fashion of the day. Waistcoats of three kinds, one within the other, a frilled shirt, and a medical face mask use well adjusted stock, were to be seen, though he held the ends of the old cloak tightly across him, as the wind would have caught them in the doorway. He wore a countryman s hat, which seemed to suit him as little as the cloak, and from beneath the brim his dark eyes glared with a restless, dissatisfied look, and were so dark and so fierce and bright that one could hardly see any other details of his face, unless it were his smooth chin, which, either from habit or from the stiffness of his stock, he carried strangely up in the air. Indeed, sir, said the windmiller s wife, courtesying, and setting a chair, with her eyes wandering back by a kind of fascination to those of the stranger be pleased to take a medical face mask use seat, sir. The stranger sat down for a moment, and then stood up again. Then he seemed to remember that he still wore his hat, and removed it, holding it stiffly before him in his gloved hands. This displayed a high, narrow head, on which the natural hair was worn short and without parting, and a face which, though worn, was not old. And, for no definable reason, an i.
he young gentlemen. What could it mean Mr. Bartram seemed to have awakened to extraordinary energy, and was talking rapidly. Bill heard the words lime light and large sheet, and thought they must be planning a magic lantern exhibition, but was puzzled by catching the word turnip. At last, as he was rounding the corner of a bed of geraniums, he distinctly heard Mr. Bartram ask They cut the man s head off, didn t they Then they were talking about the ghost, after all Bill medical face mask use gave the machine a jerk, and to his dismay sliced a branch off one of the geraniums. What was to be done He must tell Master Arthur, but he could not interrupt him just now so on he drove, feeling very much dispirited, and by no means cheered by hearing shouts of laughter from medical face mask use the party on the grass. When one is puzzled and out of spirits, it is no consolation to hear other people laughing over a 213 private joke moreover, Bill felt that if they were still on the subject of the murdered man and his ghost, their merriment was very unsuitable. Whatever was going on, it was quite evident that Mr. Bartram was the leading spirit of it, for Bill could see Master Arthur waving the one legged donkey in an ecstasy, as he clapped his friend on the back till the eye glass danced upon his nose. At last Mr. Bartram threw himself back as if closing a discussion, and said loud enough for Bill to hear You never heard of a bully who wasn t a coward. Bill thought of Bully Tom, and how he had said he dared not risk the chance of meeting with a ghost, and began to think that this was a clever young gentleman, after all. Just then Master Arthur called to him and he took the bit of broken geranium and went. Oh, Willie said Master Arthur, we ve been talking over your misfortunes geranium fiddle sticks put it in your button hole your misfortunes, I say, and for to night at any rate we intend to help you out of them. John ahem will be ahem engaged to night, and unable to take his class as usual but this gentleman has kindly consented to fill his place Hear, hear, said the gentleman alluded to , and if you ll come to night, like a good lad, he and I will walk back with you so if you do see 214 the ghost, it will be in good company. But, mind, this is on one condition. You must not say anything about it about our walking back with you, I mean to anybody. Say nothing but get ready and come to school as usual. You understand Yes, Sir, said Bill and I m very much obliged to you, Sir, and the other gentleman as well. Nothing more was said, so Bill made his best bow and retired. As he went he heard Master Arthur say to the gardener Then you ll go to the town at once, John. We shall want the things as soon as possible. You d better take the pony, and we ll have the list ready for y.otion of which it is the symbol were alike wanting the streets in some places seemed deserted, and in others there was an ominous crowd, and the 145 dreary silence was now and then broken by a distant sound of yells and cries, that struck terror into the hearts of the Parisians. It was a deserted bye street, overlooked by some shut up warehouses, and from the cellar of one of these a young man crept up on to the pathway. His dress had once been beautiful, but it was torn and soiled his face was beautiful still, but it was marred by the hideous eagerness of a face on which famine has laid her hand he was starving. As this man came out from the warehouse, another man came down the street. His dress medical face mask use was not beautiful, neither was he. There was a red look about him he wore a red flannel cap, tricolour ribbons, and had something red upon his hands, which was neither ribbon nor flannel. He also looked hungry but it was not for food. The other stopped when he saw him, and pulled something from his pocket. It was a watch, a repeater, in a gold filigree case of exquisite workmanship, with raised figures depicting the loves of an Arcadian shepherd and shepherdess and, as it lay on the white hand of its owner, it bore an evanescent fragrance that seemed to recall scenes as beautiful and as completely past as the days of pastoral perfection, when All the world and love were young And truth in every shepherd s tongue. 146 The young man held it to the other and spoke. It was my mother s, he said, with an appealing glance of violet eyes I would not part with it but that I am starving. Will you get me food You are hiding said he of the red cap. Is that a crime in these days said the other, with a smile that would in other days have been irresistible. The man took the watch, shaded the donor s beautiful face with a rough red cap and tricolour ribbon, and bade him follow him. He, who had but lately come to Paris, dragged his exhausted body after his conductor, hardly noticed the crowds in the streets, the signs by which the man got free passage for them both, or their entrance by a little side door into a large dark building, and never knew till he was delivered to one of the gaolers that he had been led into the prison of the Abbaye. Then the wretch tore the medical face mask use cap of Liberty from his victim s head, and pointed to him with a fierce laugh. He wants food, this aristocrat. He shall not wait long there is a feast in the court below, which he shall join presently. See to it, Antoine And you, Monsieur, Mons ieur listen to the banqueters. He ceased, and in the silence yells and cries from a court below medical face mask use came up like some horrid answer to imprecation. 147 The man continued He has paid for his admission, this Monsieur. It belonged to Madame his.ts, but some parties is so difficult to please. Wait a bit, wait a bit, he continued, as Mrs. Lake again tried to make him willing to hear that she wanted none of his wares and, vanishing with the uncanny quickness common to him, he waddled swiftly back again to his cart, and returned, before Mrs. Lake could secure herself from intrusion, laden with a fresh supply medical face mask use of pictures, the weight of which it seemed marvellous that he could support. Now you ve got your choice, marm, he said. It s no trouble to me to oblige a good customer. There s picters for you Pitchers said Jan, admiringly, as he crept up to them. So they are, my little man. Now then, help your mammy to choose. Most of these is things you can t get now, for love nor money. Here you are, Love and Beauty. That s a sweet thing. St Joseph, The Robber s Bride, Child and Lamb, Melan choly. Here s an old Pitcher exclaimed Jan once more, gazing at an old etching in a dirty frame, which the Cheap Jack was holding in his hand. Pitcher, pitcher let Jan look he cried. It was of a water mill, old, thatched, and with an unprotected wheel, like the one in the valley below. Some gnarled willows stretched across the water, whose trunks seemed hardly less time worn and rotten than the wheel below. This foreground subject was in shadow, and strongly drawn, but beyond it, in the sunlight, lay a bit of delicate distance, on the rising ground of which stood one of those small wooden windmills known as Post mills. An old woman and a child were just coming into the shade, and passing beneath medical face mask use a wayside shrine. What in the picture took Jan s fancy it is impossible to say, but he gazed at it with exclamations of delight. The Cheap Jack saw that it was certain to be bought, and he raised difference between n95 and surgical mask the price accordingly. Mrs. Lake felt the same conviction, and began to try at least to get a good bargain. Tis a terr ble old frame, said she. There be no gold left on t. And no more there was. What do you say screamed the Cheap Jack, with his hand to his ear, and both a great deal too close to Mrs. Lake s face to be pleasant. Tis such an old frame, she shouted, and the gold be all gone. Old cried the hunchback, scowling who says I sell old things Every picter in that lot s brand new and dirt cheap. The gold be rubbed off, screamed Mrs. Lake in his ear. Brighten it up, then, said the Cheap Jack. Gold ain t paint gold ain t paper rub it up and, suiting the action to the word, he rubbed the dirty old frame vigorously with the dirty sleeve of his smock. It don t seem to brighten it, nohow, said Mrs. Lake, looking nervously round but neither the miller nor George was to be seen. Real gold allus looks like this in damp weather, said the Cheap Jack. Hang it up in a warm room, dust north n95 mask it lightly every mornin.
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After awhile the balls would slowly open and begin to crawl away but he was a very active wood louse indeed who escaped the suction of Monsieur Crapaud s tongue, as, his eyes glowing with eager enjoyment, he bolted one after another, and Monsieur the Viscount clapped his hands and applauded. 165 The grated window was a very fine field for spiders and other insects, and by piling up stones on the floor, Monsieur the Viscount contrived to scramble up to it, and fill his friend s oyster shell with the prey. One day, about a year and nine months after his first arrival at the prison, he climbed to the embrasure of the window, as usual, oyster shell in hand. He always chose a time for this when he knew that the court would most probably be deserted, to avoid the danger of being recognized through the grating. medical face mask use He was, therefore, not a little startled at being disturbed in his capture of a fat black spider by a sound of something bumping against the iron bars. 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The room was so dark that at first I could not distinguish anything. I paused, arrested by that moldy and stale odor peculiar to deserted and condemned rooms, of dead rooms. Then gradually my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, and I saw rather clearly a great room in disorder, a bed without sheets having still its mattresses and pillows, one of which bore the deep print of an elbow or a head, as if someone had just been resting on it. The chairs seemed all in confusion. I noticed that a door, probably that of a closet, had remained ajar. I first went to the window and opened it to get some light, but the hinges of the outside shutters were so rusted that I could not loosen them. I even tried to break them with my sword, but did not succeed. As those fruitless attempts irritated me, and as my eyes were by now adjusted to the dim light, I gave up hope of getting more light and went toward the writing desk. I sat down in an arm chair, folded back the top, and opened the drawer. It was full to the edge. I needed but three packages, which I knew how to distinguish, and I started looking for them. I was straining my eyes to decipher the inscriptions, when I thought I heard, or rather felt a rustle behind me. I took no notice, thinking a draft had medical face mask use lifted some curtain. But a minute later, another movement, almost indistinct, sent a disagreeable little shiver over my skin. It was so ridiculous to be moved thus even so medical breathing mask slightly, that I would not turn round, being ashamed. I had just discovered the second package I needed, and was on the point of reaching for the third, when a great and sorrowful sigh, close to my shoulder, made me give a mad leap two yards away. In my spring I had turned round, my hand on the hilt of my sword, and surely had I not felt that, I should have fled like a coward. A tall woman, dressed in white, was facing me, standing behind the chair in which I had sat a second before. Such a shudder ran through me that I almost fell back Oh, no one who has not felt them can understand those gruesome and ridiculous terrors The soul melts your heart seems to stop your whole body becomes limp as a sponge, and your innermost parts seem collapsing. I do not believe in ghosts and yet I broke down before the hideous fear of the dead and I suffered, oh, I suffered more i.