J. Meade Falkner

J. Meade Falkner

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Portrait of J. Meade Falkner J. Meade Falkner,  Moonfleet — Chapter 8. The Landing (1898)

“ So touch him not, but bind him hand and foot, and leave him here with me and go your ways; there is no time to lose, for the light grows apace.'
There was a little muttered murmuring, but Elzevir's will overbore them here as it had done in the vault; and they yielded the more easily, because every man knew in his heart that he would never see Maskew again alive. So within ten minutes all were winding up the bridle-path, horses and men, all except three; for there were left upon the brambly greensward of the under-cliff Maskew and Elzevir and I, and the pistol lay at Elzevir's feet.
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Portrait of J. Meade Falkner J. Meade Falkner,  Moonfleet — Chapter 8. The Landing (1898)

“ I had learned by this not to be afraid of the good liquor, and while we sat sipping it, Elzevir went on—
'There is a fortnight yet to run, and then you and I shall be cut adrift from our moorings. It is a cruel thing to see the doors of this house closed on me, where I and mine have lived a century or more, but I must see it.
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Portrait of J. Meade Falkner J. Meade Falkner,  Moonfleet — Chapter 8. The Landing (1898)

“ So on we went again, and found the bridle-path that slopes down through a deep dip in the cliff line; and when we reached this under-ledge, I looked up at the sky, the night being clear, and guessed by the stars that 'twas past midnight. I knew the place from having once been there for blackberries; for the brambles on the under-cliff being sheltered every way but south, and open to the sun, grow the finest in all those parts. ”
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