The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves
through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen
craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from
afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the
bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from
the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some
stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned
through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character,
give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in
meditation at such a time and in such a place. Piano
wire, stained with black rust from the horrible deeds she
had committed. ‘What am I looking for?’
‘A miniature. "I should like
to see whether Blueskin is a little more composed. But I am not indisposed to
gratify you. ‘No, but I seen the light, sir. "Ruth?"
Silence for a moment. Jolly
hard life for a girl, getting a living. ‘Danged if I ever hear the like,’ he repeated
blankly. For
she needed him. The mighty concourse became for a moment
still. I should like Mr. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a
greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the
Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains,
and openly despised golf. "
"Murdered!" ejaculated Winifred. He drew out
the check and the editorial letter.
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