时间：2021-01-18 作者：斯若蕊 浏览量：73 647
环球真人 Sarasate plays at the St. Jamess Hall this afternoon, heremarked. What do you think, Watson? Could your patients spareyou for a few hours?
But was he dead? I seized Sapt by the arm. His glance questioned me.
My lord, he cried, theres Bauer--there, passing the butchers shop! No, my dear fellow- in my way.
And see this, Rudolf went on. The king will not leave the lodge to-day. Thank God, then, we have to-day! I used to have a billet at Coxon & Woodhouses, of DraperGardens, but they were let in early in the spring through theVenezuelan loan, as no doubt you remember, and came a nasty cropper. Ihave been with them five years, and old Coxon gave me a ripping goodtestimonial when the smash came, but of course we clerks were allturned adrift, the twenty-seven of us. I tried here and tried there,but there were lots of other chaps on the same lay as myself, and itwas a perfect frost for a long time. I had been taking three poundsa week at Coxons, and I had saved about seventy of them, but I soonworked my way through that and out at the other end. I was fairly atthe end of my tether at last and could hardly find the stamps toanswer the advertisements or the envelopes to stick them to. I hadworn out my boots paddling up office stairs, and I seemed just asfar from getting a billet as ever.
It sounds plausible. I feel so weak, so strong!
Before a passing look I meekly bend. The world, said he, pursuing this train of thought, ridicules a passion which it seldom feels; its scenes, and its interests, distract the mind, deprave the taste, corrupt the heart, and love cannot exist in a heart that has lost the meek dignity of innocence. Virtue and taste are nearly the same, for virtue is little more than active taste, and the most delicate affections of each combine in real love. How then are we to look for love in great cities, where selfishness, dissipation, and insincerity supply the place of tenderness, simplicity and truth?
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But what did they know of any need for haste? They did not know what stood on the turn of the next few hours, nor the momentous question that pressed for instant decision. So far from hurrying, they lengthened our ride by many pauses; they kept us before the cathedral, while some ran and got the joy bells set ringing; we were stopped to receive improvised bouquets from the hands of pretty girls and impetuous hand-shakings from enthusiastic loyalists. Through it all Rudolf kept his composure, and seemed to play his part with native kingliness. I heard Bernenstein whisper, By God, we must stick to it!
An instant later the tutor returned, bringing with him thestudent. He was a fine figure of a man, tall, lithe, and agile, with aspringy step and a pleasant, open face. His troubled blue eyes glancedat each of us, and finally rested with an expression of blank dismayupon Bannister in the farther corner.
He had described his household to me before I went there. Helived with a faithful servant, a countryman of his own, who lookedafter all his needs. This fellow could speak English and did hishousekeeping for him. Then there was a wonderful cook, he said, ahalf-breed whom he had picked up in his travels, who could serve anexcellent dinner. I remember that he remarked what a queer householdit was to find in the heart of Surrey, and that I agreed with him,though it has proved a good deal queerer than I thought.I drove to the place- about two miles on the south side of Esher.The house was a fair-sized one, standing back from the road, with acurving drive which was banked with high evergreen shrubs. It was anold, tumble-down building in a crazy state of disrepair. When the trappulled up on the grass-grown drive in front of the blotched andweather-stained door, I had doubts as to my wisdom in visiting a manwhom I knew so slightly. He opened the door himself, however, andgreeted me with a great show of cordiality. I was handed over to themanservant a melancholy, swarthy individual, who led the way, my bagin his hand, to my bedroom. The whole place was depressing. Our dinnerwas tete-a-tete, and though my host did his best to be entertaining,his thoughts seemed to continually wander, and he talked so vaguelyand wildly that I could hardly understand him. He continuallydrummed his fingers on the table, gnawed his nails, and gave othersigns of nervous impatience. The dinner itself was neither well servednor well cooked, and the gloomy presence of the taciturn servant didnot help to enliven us. I can assure you that many times in the courseof the evening I wished that I could invent some excuse which wouldtake me back to Lee.
Quick, Watson, quick! Get it back again! The wooden lid wasreplaced, and the drugget had only just been drawn straight whenLestrades voice was heard in the passage. He found Holmes leaninglanguidly against the mantelpiece, resigned and patient,endeavouring to conceal his irrepressible yawns.