3m Factory been comical but for the sympathy its condition demanded. A very red and utterly shapeless little face lay, like a crushed beet root, in a mass of dainty laces almost voluminous enough to have dressed out a bride. As a sort of crowning satire, the face in particular 3m factory was surrounded by a broad frill, spotted with bunches of pink satin ribbon, and farther 3m factory encased in a white satin hood of elaborate workmanship and fringes. A very red and utterly shapeless little face lay, like a crushed beet root, in a mass of dainty laces almost voluminous enough to have dressed out a bride The contrast between the natural red of the baby s complexion and its snowy finery was ludicrously suggestive of an over dressed nigger, to begin with but when, in the paroxysms of its cough, the tiny creature s face passed by shades of plum color to a bluish black, the result was appalling to behold. Mrs. Lake s experienced ears were not slow to discover that the child had got whooping cough, which the nurse confessed was the case. She also apologized for bringing in the baby among Mrs. Lake s children, saying that she had thought of nothing but the poor little chirrub herself. Don t name it, mum, replied the windmiller s wife. I always say if children be to have things, they ll have em and if not, why they won t. A theory which seems to sum up the views of the majority of people in Mrs. Lake s class of life upon the spread of disease. I m sure I don t know what s coming to my poor head, the nurse continued I ve not so much as told you who I am, ma am. I m nurse at the Grange, ma am, with Mr. Ammaby and Lady Louisa. They ve been in town, and her ladyship s had the very best advice, and 3m factory now we ve come to the country for three months, but the dear child don t seem a bit the better. And we 3m factory ve been trying every thing, I m sure. For any thing I heard of I ve tried, as well 3m factory as what the doctor ordered, and rubbing it with some stuff Lady Louisa s mamma insisted upon, too, even to a frog put into the dear child s mouth, and drawed back by its legs, that s supposed to be a certain cure, but only frightened it into a fit I thought it never would have come out of, as well as fetching her ladyship all the way from her boudoir to know what was the matter which I no more dared tell her than fly. Dear, dear said the miller s wife have you tried goose grease, mum Tis an excellent thing. Goose grease, ma am, and an excellent ointment from the bone setter s at the toll bar, which the butler paid for out of his own pocket, knowing it to have done a world of good to his sister that had a bad leg, besides being a certain cure for coughs, and cancer, and consumption as well. And then the doctor s imprecation on its little chest, night and morning, besides but nothing.a second I hesitated, then walked over and opened the sash. The creature fluttered out, whirred over the flower beds a moment, then darted across the moorland toward the sea. I called the servants together and questioned them. Josephine, Catherine, Jean Marie Tregunc, not one of them had heard the slightest disturbance during the night. Then I told Jean Marie to saddle my horse, and while I was speaking Lys came down. Dearest, I began, going to her. You must tell me everything you know, Dick, she interrupted, looking me earnestly in the face. But there is nothing to tell only a drunken brawl, and some one wounded. And you are going to ride where, Dick Well, over to the edge of Kerselec forest. Durand and the mayor, and Max Fortin, have gone on, following a a trail. What trail Some blood. Where did they find it Out in the road there. Lys crossed herself. Does it come near our house Yes. How near It comes up to the morning room window, said I, giving in. Her hand on my arm grew heavy. I dreamed last night So did I but I thought of the empty cartridges in my revolver, and stopped. I dreamed that you were in great danger, and I best face mask for virus could not move 3m factory hand or foot to save you but you had your revolver, and I called out to you to fire I did fire I cried excitedly. You you fired I took her in my arms. My darling, I said something strange has happened something that I will n95 mask protect from coronavirus cannot understand as yet. But, of course, there is an explanation. Last night I thought I fired at the Black Priest. Ah gasped Lys. Is that what you dreamed Yes, yes, that was it I begged you to fire And I did. Her heart was beating against my breast. I held her close in silence. Dick, she said at length, perhaps you killed the the thing. If it was human I did not miss, I answered grimly. And it was human, I went on, pulling myself together, how to wear n95 3m mask m3 dust mask with carbon filter ashamed of having so nearly gone to pieces. Of course it was human The whole affair is plain enough. Not a drunken brawl, as Durand thinks it was a drunken lout s practical joke, for which he has suffered. I suppose I must have filled him pretty full of bullets, and he has crawled away to die in Kerselec forest. It s a terrible affair I m sorry I fired so hastily but that idiot Le Bihan and Max Fortin have been working on my nerves till I am as hysterical as a schoolgirl, I ended angrily. You fired but the window glass was not shattered, said Lys in a low voice. Well, the window was open, then. And as for the the rest I ve got 3m factory nervous indigestion, and a doctor will settle the Black Priest for me, Lys. I glanced out of the window at Tregunc waiting with my horse at the gate. Dearest, I think I had better go to join Durand and the others. I will go, too. Oh, no Yes, Dick. Don t, Lys. I shall suffer every moment you are away. The ri.
ived in it for a long time. Yet it was all ready for some occupant, for whom it seemed to be waiting. Quaint old four poster bedsteads stood in three rooms dimity curtains and spotless linen old oak chests and mahogany presses and, opening drawers in Chippendale sideboards, I came upon beautiful frail old silver and exquisite china that set me thinking of a beautiful grandmother of mine, made out of old lace and laughing wrinkles and mischievous old blue eyes. There was one little room that particularly interested me, a tiny bedroom all white, where can i get an n95 mask and at the window the red roses were already in bud. But what caught my eye with peculiar sympathy was a small bookcase, in which were some twenty or thirty volumes, wearing the same forgotten expression forgotten and yet cared for which lay like a kind of memorial charm upon everything in the old house. Yes, everything seemed forgotten and yet everything, curiously even religiously remembered. I took out book after book from the shelves, once or twice flowers fell out from the pages and I caught sight of a delicate handwriting here and there and frail markings. It was evidently the little intimate library of a young girl. What surprised me most was to find that quite half the books were in French French poets and French romancers a charming, very rare edition of Ronsard, a beautifully printed edition of Alfred de Musset, and a copy of Th ophile Gautier s Mademoiselle de Maupin. How did these exotic books come to be there alone in a deserted New England farm house This question was to be answered later in a strange way. Meanwhile I had fallen in love with the sad, old, silent place, and as I closed the white gate and was once more on the road, I looked about for someone who could tell me whether or not this house of ghosts might be rented for the summer by a comparatively living man. I was referred to a fine old New England farm house shining white through the trees a quarter of a mile away. There I met an ancient couple, a typical New England farmer and his wife the old man, lean, chin bearded, with keen gray eyes flickering occasionally with a shrewd humor, the old lady with a kindly old face of the withered apple type and ruddy. They were evidently prosperous people, but their minds for some reason I could not at the moment divine seemed to be divided between their New England desire to drive a hard bargain and their disinclination to let the house at all. 3m 8210 n95 mask Over and over again they spoke of the loneliness of the place. They feared I would find it very lonely. No one had lived in it for a long time, and so on. It seemed to me that afterwards I understood their curious hesitation, but at the moment only regarded it as a part of the circuitous New England method of bargainingotion 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 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. 3m factory 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 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 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.gles of the chamber stood on end a gigantic sarcophagus of black granite, from the tombs of the kings over against Luxor, with their aged lids full of immemorial sculpture. But in the draping of the apartment lay, alas the chief phantasy of all. The lofty walls, gigantic in height even unproportionably so were hung from summit to foot, in vast folds, with a heavy and massive looking tapestry tapestry of a material which was found alike as a carpet on the floor, as a covering for the ottomans and the ebony bed, as a canopy for the bed, and as the gorgeous volutes of the curtains which partially shaded the window. The material was the richest cloth of gold. It was spotted all over, at irregular intervals, with arabesque figures, about a foot in diameter, and wrought upon the cloth in patterns of the most jetty black. But these figures partook of the true character of the arabesque only when regarded from a single point of view. By a contrivance now common, and indeed traceable to a very remote period of antiquity, they were made changeable in aspect. To one entering the room, they bore the appearance of simple monstrosities but upon a farther advance, this appearance gradually departed and, step by step, as the visitor moved his station in the chamber, he saw himself surrounded by an endless succession of the ghastly forms which belong to the superstition of the Norman, or arise in the guilty slumbers of the monk. The phantasmagoric effect was vastly heightened by the artificial introduction of a strong continual current of wind behind the draperies giving a hideous and uneasy animation to the whole. In halls such as these in a bridal chamber such as this I passed, with the Lady of Tremaine, the unhallowed hours of the first month of our marriage passed them with but little disquietude. That my wife dreaded the fierce moodiness of my temper that she shunned me, and loved me but little I could not help perceiving but it gave me rather pleasure than otherwise. I loathed her with a hatred belonging more to demon than to man. My memory flew back oh, with what intensity of regret to Ligeia, the beloved, the august, the beautiful, the entombed. I reveled in recollections of her purity, of her wisdom, of her lofty her ethereal nature, of her passionate, her idolatrous love. Now, then, did my spirit fully and freely burn with more than all the fires of her own. In the excitement of my opium dreams for I was habitually fettered in the shackles of the drug , I would call aloud upon her name, during the silence of the night, or among the sheltered recesses of the glens by day, as if, through the wild eagerness, the solemn passion, the consuming ardor of my longing for the departed, I could restore her to the pathways she had ab.
3m Factory d to be not all of one kind. The red bread pans, pipkins, flower pots, and so forth, were grouped about the door with some attempt at effective display, and with cheap prices marked in chalk upon their sides. The window was clean, and in it many knick knacks of other kinds were mixed with the smaller china ware. And, when George entered the shop, the hunchback s wife was behind the counter. Like Mrs. Lake, he paused to think where he could have seen her before the not uncomely face marred by an ugly mouth, in which the upper lip was long and cleft, and the lower lip large and heavy, seemed familiar to him. He was still beating his brains when the Cheap Jack came in. George had been puzzled that the woman s countenance did not seem new to him, and he was puzzled and disturbed also that the expression on the face of the Cheap Jack 3m factory was quite new. Whatever the hunchback had in his head, however, he was not unfriendly in his manner. Good morning, George, my dear he cried, cheerfully you ve seen my missus before, eh, George George was just about to say no, when he remembered that he had seen the woman, and when and where. Dreadful night that was, Mr. Sannel said the Cheap Jack s wife, with medical face mask flu a smile on her large mouth. George assented, and by the hospitable invitation of the newly married couple he followed them into the dwelling part of the house, trying as he did so to decide upon a plan for his future conduct. Here at last was a woman who could probably tell all that he wanted to know about the mystery on which he had hoped to trade, and 3m ffp2 8810 the Cheap Jack had married her. 3m factory If any thing could be got out of the knowledge of Jan s history, the Cheap Jack, and not George, would get it now. The hasty resolution to which George came was to try to share what he could not keep entirely to himself. He flattered himself he could be very civil, and he had got the letter. It proved useful. George was resolved not to show it until he had got at something of what the large mouthed woman had to tell and, as she wanted to see the letter, she made a virtue of necessity, and seemed anxious to help the miller s man to the utmost of her power. The history of her connection with Jan s babyhood was soon told, and she told it truthfully. Five years before her marriage to the Cheap Jack, she was a chambermaid in a small hotel in London, and under notice to leave. Why she did not deem it necessary to tell George. In this hotel Jan was born, 3m factory and Jan s mother died. She was a foreigner, it was supposed, and her husband also, for they talked a foreign language to each other. He was not with her when she first came, but he joined her afterwards, and was with her at her death. So far the Cheap Jack s wife spoke upon hearsay. Though employed at the hotel.at Mr. Borlsover said about pleasing me and being a good boy. That was the only time I saw Adrian Borlsover. I soon forgot about him and the hand which he laid in blessing on my head. But for a week I prayed that those dark tender eyes might see. His spaniel may have puppies, I said in my prayers, and he will never be able to know how funny they look with their eyes all closed up. Please let old Mr. Borlsover see. Adrian Borlsover, as my father had said, was a wonderful man. He came of an eccentric family. Borlsovers sons, for some reason, always seemed to marry very ordinary women, which perhaps accounted for the fact that no Borlsover had been a genius, and how long can n95 mask be worn only one Borlsover had been mad. But they were great champions of little causes, generous patrons of odd sciences, founders of querulous sects, trustworthy guides to the bypath meadows of erudition. Adrian was what are n95 particulate respirators made of an authority on the fertilization of orchids. He had held at one time the family living at Borlsover Conyers, until a congenital weakness of the lungs obliged him to seek a less rigorous climate in the sunny south coast watering place where I had seen him. Occasionally he would relieve one or other of the local clergy. My father described him as a fine preacher, who gave long and inspiring sermons from what many 3m factory men would have considered unprofitable texts. An excellent proof, he would add, of the truth of the doctrine of direct verbal inspiration. Adrian Borlsover was exceedingly clever with his hands. His penmanship was exquisite. He illustrated all his scientific papers, made his own 3m factory woodcuts, and carved the reredos that is at present the chief feature of interest in the church at Borlsover Conyers. He had an exceedingly clever knack in cutting silhouettes for young ladies and paper pigs and cows for little children, and made more than one complicated wind instrument of his own devising. When he was fifty years old Adrian Borlsover lost his sight. In a wonderfully short time he had adapted himself to the new conditions of life. He quickly learned to read Braille. So marvelous indeed was his sense of touch that he was still able to maintain his interest in botany. The mere passing of his long supple fingers over a flower was sufficient means for its identification, though occasionally he would use his lips. I have found several letters of his among my father s correspondence. In no case was there anything to show that he was afflicted with blindness and this in spite of the fact that he exercised undue economy in the spacing of lines. Towards the close of his life the old man was credited with powers of touch that seemed almost uncanny it has been said that he could tell at once the color of a ribbon placed between his fingers. My father would neither.