The Problem of 'Edwin Drood': A Study in the Methods of DickensNicoll, W. Robertson (William Robertson), Sir
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The Problem of 'Edwin Drood': A Study in the Methods of Dickens
Nicoll, W. Robertson (William Robertson), Sir
Cathedrals in literature; Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870. Mystery of Edwin Drood; Murder in literature
_Every day and hour of her life since Edwin Drood’s disappearance_,
_she has faced malignity and folly—for you—as only a brave nature
well directed can_. _So it will be with her to the end_.
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_which knows no shrinking_, _and can get no mastery over her_.’
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_as she is a truly brave woman_,’
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_As Mr. Grewgious had to turn his eye up considerably before he could
see the chambers_, _the phrase was to be taken figuratively and not
literally_.
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‘_A watch_?’ _repeated Mr. Grewgious musingly_.
* * * * *
‘_I entertain a sort of fancy for having him under my eye to-night_,
_do you know_?’
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In Chapter XVIII.
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‘_indeed_, _I have no doubt that we could suit you that far_,
_however particular you might be_.
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_with a general impression on his mind that Mrs. Tope’s was somewhere
very near it_, _and that_, _like the children in the game of hot
boiled beans and very good butter_, _he was warm in his search when
he saw the Tower_, _and cold when he didn’t see it_.
_He was getting very cold indeed when_. ‘_Until_’ _is put in here_.
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‘_Indeed_?’ _said Mr. Datchery_, _with a second look of some
interest_.
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_Mr. Datchery_, _taking off his hat to give that shock of white hair
of his another shake_, _seemed quite resigned_, _and betook himself
whither he had been directed_.
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_Perhaps Mr. Datchery had heard something of what had occurred there
last winter_?
_Mr. Datchery had as confused a knowledge of the event in question_,
_on trying to recall it_, _as he well could have_. _He begged Mrs.
Tope’s pardon when she found it incumbent on her to correct him in
every detail of his summary of the facts_, _but pleaded that he was
merely a single buffer getting through life upon his means as idly as
he could_, _and that so many people were so constantly making away
with so many other people_, _as to render it difficult for a buffer
of an easy temper to preserve the circumstances of the several cases
unmixed in his mind_.
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‘_Might I ask His Honour_,’ _said Mr. Datchery_, ‘_whether that
gentleman we have just left is the gentleman of whom I have heard in
the neighbourhood as being much afflicted by the loss of a nephew_,
_and concentrating his life on avenging the loss_?’
‘_That is the gentleman_. _John Jasper_, _sir_.’
‘_Would His Honour allow me to inquire whether there are strong
suspicions of any one_?’
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