Julian Hawthorne

Julian Hawthorne

Summary

Portrait of Julian Hawthorne Julian Hawthorne,  The Hollow Ruby (1895)

“ He caught up a pillow and vicariously pressed Terah to his heart. Like other lovers, he was sometimes constrained to wreak himself on his imagination.
"I quite pity Hatipha, too," he said, when he came to himself; "but in the bright lexicon of my youth there's no such word as getting bested by any tumble-down, earringed, dew-lapped, pot-bellied, old nondescript like that, I guess not! I'll go down and interview Musreddin as quick as I can get my clothes on."
He reached for the gong, but ere he could strike it the curtains parted, and in sprang Ebal, evidently in fright.
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Portrait of Julian Hawthorne Julian Hawthorne,  The Hollow Ruby (1895)

“ Here truly was a maddening state of things: four impalements missed one after another, and Hatipha and Meryon also out of reach. Someone must be slaughtered, and at once; but who? No one who had offended the Prince could be got at, and nobody who could be got at would offend him. His Highness's wrath, which had been warming up for eight-and-forty hours, now attained the temperature of super-heated steam, and the boiler exploded. ”
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Portrait of Julian Hawthorne Julian Hawthorne,  The Hollow Ruby (1895)

“ Death is said to be a painless operation. When Meryon came to himself he was assured of continued existence by the excruciating discomfort which he suffered. He was in a small dark place—the cave in the big rock, as he rightly surmised—with a gag in his mouth, a bullet-wound in his shoulder, a gash in the back of his head, and a splitting headache. A raging thirst beset him, hiding from him the fact that he was also fainting with hunger. ”
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