The Moonstone

by Wilkie Collins

Way, I never failed to obey the secret Dictate.”

“No,” said the old lady. “I am much obliged to Mr. Jennings — I am aware that he is only deceiving me for my own good. I prefer plain dealing. I am quite resigned to the explosion — but I do want to get it over, if possible, before I go to bed.”

That you will please to observe, was a lie. Having one foot already in the grave, sir, the fewer lies you expect me to tell, the more I shall be indebted to you, when my conscience pricks me and my time comes.” There

“Only the protest of the world, Miss Verinder — on a very small scale — against anything that is new.”

Time was money — and, as for Mr. Jennings, he might depend on it that Mr. Bruff would be forthcoming when called upon.”

The Guardian; The Tatler; Richardson’s Pamela; Mackenzie’s Man of Feeling; Roscoe’s Lorenzo de Medici; and Robertson’s Charles the Fifth — all classical works; all (of course) immeasurably superior to anything produced in later times; and all (from my present point of view) possessing the one great merit of enchaining nobody’s interest, and exciting nobody’s brain.

God be praised for His mercy! I have seen a little sunshine — I have had a happy time.

Gooseberry is one of the sharpest boys in London, Mr. Blake, in spite of his eyes.”

his

Also, that the whole of the young gentleman’s fortune had been spent by his Trustee, by the end of the year ‘forty-seven.

after the lapse of eight centuries,