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The Invisible Man a Grotesque Romance

By: H. G. Wells

... aggressive brevity than before. The reflection of the fire lent a kind of red animation to his big spectacles they had lacked hitherto. “I have some ... ...his bandaged head drooping on one side. The only light in the room was the red glow from the fire—which lit his eyes like 9 H G Wells adverse railway... ... that was marching very resolutely towards the house; first Mr. Hall, very red and determined, then Mr. Bobby Jaffers, the village constable, and then... ...PTER XVI IN IN IN IN IN THE “JOLL THE “JOLL THE “JOLL THE “JOLL THE “JOLLY CRICKETERS” Y CRICKETERS” Y CRICKETERS” Y CRICKETERS” Y CRICKETERS” THE “JO... ...p the town at night. “Looks like a crowd down the hill,” he said, “by ‘The Cricketers,’” and remained watch- ing. Thence his eyes wandered over the to... ... the chairs and bedding thereby, led the gas to the affair, by means of an india-rubber tube, and waving a farewell to the room left it for the last t... ...eginning to saw in his throat. The tram was quite near now, and the “Jolly Cricketers” was noisily barring its doors. Beyond the tram were posts and h...

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Lord Ormont and His Aminta

By: George Meredith

... he knew she had a brother on the medical staff of one of the regiments in India: she asked 8 Lord Ormont and His Aminta him twice, and his cheeks we... ... were redder than cricket in the sun. He said he read all the reports from India, and asked her whether she did not admire Lord Ormont, our general of... ...oy and became a king, with his Murat this, Murat that, and hurrah Murat in red and white and green uniform, tunic and breeches, and a chimney-afire of... ... frontier cavalry. He served in the Peninsula, served in Canada, served in India, volunteered for any chance of distinction. No need to say much of hi... ...e has about as many wrinkles as you when you’re smiling. His cheeks are as red as 37 George Meredith yours now you’re blushing. You ought to have lef... ... I have your permission, Lady Charlotte,” said he, “the reason why I mount red a little—if I do it—is, you mention Lord Ormont, and I have followed hi... ...e proved right, and the lady and he had descended at the sign of the Jolly Cricketers, and Boon had driven on for half an hour by order. This, too, ha... ...ntleman had witnessed, through the small diamond window-panes of the Jolly Cricketers’ parlour, the passing-by of the two horsemen in pursuit of them;... ... do it at the instigation of the lady. CHAPTER XX AT THE SIGN OF THE JOLLY CRICKETERS THE PASSING BY of the pair of horsemen, who so little sus- pecte...

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The Adventures of Harry Richmond

By: George Meredith

...,’ said Mr. Richmond, urgently. ‘No, never: I won’t!’ rejoined the squire, red in the face from a fit of angry coughing. ‘I won’t; but stop, put down ... ...placed on a stool beside a tea-tray near the fire, and there I saw the old red house of Riversley, and my mother dressed in white, and my aunt Dorothy... ...ut: ‘Why, dame, you trembles like a maid.’ She spoke very faintly, and was red in the face up to the time of our departure. John stood like a soldier.... ...parture. John stood like a soldier. We drove away from a cheering crowd of cricketers and farm-labourers, as if discharged from a great gun. ‘A royal ... ...ppenger. The fact is, I hear from little Roy that you are fond of tales of Indian adventure, and I gave him a book for you to read, if you like it. Mr... ...ay,’ said Heriot. ‘I took the liberty to write some notes. My father is an Indian officer, you know, and some of the terms in the book are difficult w... ...emen? Your father’s travelling, and can’t write, of course. My father’s in India, and I get a letter from him about once a year. We know one another, ... ... fact that I had escaped from school. We loitered half the morning round a cricketers’ booth in a field, where there was moderately good cricketing. T... ..., who had done things in the way of tumbling wickets to tickle the ears of cricketers. Gentlemen-batters were common: gentlemen- bowlers were quite an...

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Scenes and Characters Or, Eighteen Months at Beechcroft

By: Charlotte Mary Yonge

...y was old enough to take her place, and that Frank should then return from India and claim his bride. Well did she discharge the duties which she had ... ...ey were to return to Beechcroft, merely for a farewell, before sailing for India. It was half-past nine in the evening, and the wedding over— Mr. and ... ...walls were wainscoted with polished black oak, the pan- els reflecting the red fire-light like mirrors. Over the chim- ney-piece hung a portrait, by V... ...ountry in the spring. ‘What,’ she cried, ‘have you never seen the tufts of red on the hazel, nor the fragrant golden palms, and never heard the blackb... ...uelder roses and peonies, then the great blue drum, the clarionet blown by red-waist-coated and red-faced Mr. Appleton, the three flutes and the trian... ...‘Two whole years,’ said Lily. ‘Oh! and aunt, Robert too, and Frank went to India the beginning of that year; yes, there was enough to depress her, but... ...nutes under the yew-tree where ‘Mohun’s chair’ ought to have been, and the cricketers were of all ranks, from the Marquis of Rotherwood to little Dick...

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The Trial or More Links of the Daisy Chain

By: Charlotte Mary Yonge

...ooms at the Swan. In fact, as Dr. May observed, he treated him to a modern red-haired Scotch ver- sion of ‘Make me a willow cabin at your gate;’ and a... ...by voices in eager tones of subdued gossip. There, in the glow of the huge red fire, stood a well-covered table, surrounded by cook, charwoman, and th... ...ive days of sleepless exertion and bereave- ment, had not faded the bright red of the cheek, nor were there signs of tears, though the eyes looked blo... ...that never has come. At last, in the height of that pestilential season in India, came a let- ter, warning me that my brother’s widow had got the mas-... ... at Coombe. The sisters soon followed, and were detained to drink tea. The cricketers’ mirth must have been fast and furious if it exceeded that at ho... ...ector and Harry were found deep in an argu- ment in which the lieutenant’s Indian reminiscences of the Naval Brigade were at issue with the captain’s ... ...f grace, crossed the room, and stood by the sailor, and holding up a great India-rubber ball as large as her own head, asked, ‘Uncle Harry, were you s...

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Life of John Coleridge Patteson : Missionary Bishop of the Melanesian Islands

By: Charlotte Mary Yonge

...ollege: ‘He was by common consent one of the best, if not the best, of the cricketers of the school. The second year of his appearance at Lord’s Crick... ...alk to you about William,” I began, where- upon I saw the woman turn quite red. However, I spoke for about ten minutes slowly and very quietly, withou... ...ucation; who had, moreover, strong opinions derived from experience of the Red Indians in Upper Canada—namely, that to reclaim the young, and educate ... ...ion; who had, moreover, strong opinions derived from experience of the Red Indians in Upper Canada—namely, that to reclaim the young, and educate them... ...and they are not wanting in variety, for occasionally he goes to bed among red and crimson and purple clouds, with wild scuds flying above, which sugg... ... sympathise as I ought with those who are suffering so dreadfully from the Indian Mutiny, or the commercial failure, or the great excitement and agita... ...all be glad to read about. What an age it is! America, how is that to end? India, China, Japan, Africa! I have Jowett’s books and “Essays and Reviews....

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Evan Harrington

By: George Meredith

... to his mind. It was a clever stroke of this female intriguer. She saw him red- den grievously, and blink his eyes; and not wishing to probe him so th... ...how the world wagged, slipped up the river with the tide; and the sun hung red behind the forest of masts, burnish- ing a broad length of the serpenti... ...onathan advancing. Andrew pressed the very roots of his hair back from his red forehead, and sat upright and resolute, glancing at T om. And now ensue... ...ir former comradeship; tickled by a recollection of his old schoolfellow’s India-rubber mind. Mr. Raikes stood about a head under him. He had extremel... ...olmate to the winds, in the pres- 108 Evan Harrington ence of these young cricketers; for he had a prognostication. The door was open, and the compan... ... was demanded. Mr. Raikes addressed the meeting. The three young gentlemen-cricketers had hitherto behaved with a certain propriety. It did not offend... ...ry between him and one of the three young gentle- 111 George Meredith men-cricketers-a fair-haired youth, with a handsome, reckless face, who leaned ...

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Magnum Bonum or Mother Careys Brood

By: Charlotte Mary Yonge

...w, and all crumpled up, and you can’t read it, but it has a bit of a great red seal hanging to it.’” “What, he had seen it?” “Y es, or a facsimile, an... ...think worth setting up?” asked Janet. “A big dahlia, I suppose, or a great red cactus?” “We have a beautiful garden,” said Jessie: “papa is very par- ... ...t declare her full delight in the wonderful blaze she had seen of banks of red, and flame coloured, and white, flowering trees. “They said they would ... ...where Mary looked in vain for her friend’s sons. “No, they are not much of cricketers,” said her brother; “they are small for it yet, and only take th... .... The weather was very sultry, forbidding exertion on the part of all save cricketers; but there was a match at Redford, and Kenminster was eager abou... ...mhouse bread and butter, and inexhaustible tea, which was renewed when the cricketers joined them, and called for their share. 92 Magnum Bonum Thus t... ...nd this had never been forgiven. The young couple had gone out to the West Indian isles, where the early home of her husband had been, and where he he... ...ht to the pound. (H. S. H.) 6th.—Mr. B. keeps a bloodhound trained to hunt Indians, and has six pounds of prime beef steaks for it every day . (Emma.)... ...eculations, coupled with judicious stock-jobbing among the distressed West Indians, after the emancipation. “He was a sinister-looking old fellow,” en...

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