J. S. Fletcher

J. S. Fletcher

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Portrait of J. S. Fletcher J. S. Fletcher The Kang-He Vase — Chapter 3 (1924)

We all stopped, on the ridge of a rise of sandy turf, and listened, straining our eyes into the grey mist. But now we heard nothing; the sound of the oars had died away completely. And presently, Veller and his lantern going on in front, we went forward, slowly, and full of a certain fear, in the direction from which we had believed the cries to come.
It was Captain Marigold who first saw the horror on which we were all presently to stare and were never again to forget. Perhaps his eyes were sharper than ours
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Portrait of J. S. Fletcher J. S. Fletcher The Kang-He Vase — Chapter 3 (1924)

Keziah smoothed out the folds of the black silk apron which she always wore of an evening, regarding them with her head on one side.
“Well, flesh and blood is flesh and blood, Ben,” she answered, “and, after all, he belongs to our particular blend, doesn’t he? You can’t very well show the door to a man who’s your own mother’s brother, can you, however bad you believe him to be? We’re half Krevins, ourselves—though we’re not bad eggs, such as he is.”
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