Well, you see, I’m like the famous Mrs. Cassidy, who is reported to have said: ‘Now, Mary Grimes, if I don’t take it, make me take it, for I feel I want it.’”
The desire of a sick person is not a desire but kind of indulgence. Maybe it is the symptom of Impulse Control Disorder that he would feel guilt after that, which could do long term damage to his relationship with others. "Make me take is for I feel I want it" is like the process of dying, his personality's dying into nothingness.
It was well for her she had not to attend to the ladies also. But Miss Kate and Miss Julia had thought of that and had converted the bathroom upstairs into a ladies’ dressing-room. Miss Kate and Miss Julia were there, gossiping and laughing and fussing, walking after each other to the head of the stairs, peering down over the banisters and calling down to Lily to ask her who had come.
This description is really interesting; before which is the description of a busy girl from a common caretaker's family, she would do lots of things the same with her mother. However, there is a sudden bouncing into a uncanny description and we cannot understand what happens or what the two women are going to do. The uncertainty of the description has pulled me into a muddled place, which has stimulated my interests of further reading.
She would give him neither money nor food nor house-room; and so he was obliged to enlist himself as a sheriff’s man.
Once the relationship between the two only leaves financial thoughts, it is the time to put the relation into an end, just like what in the story is going on. Money just means kind of partnership, which cannot easily turned into more intimate relation, which can be easily destroyed by the partnership.
Corley’s stride acknowledged the compliment.
This detail really suggests something that would happen in the near future. It suggests the relationship between the Corley and others and there is no compliment without reason. This kind of skill has appears many times in the author's article, which gives a rational bellwether.
The dinner was excellent, exquisite.
The dinner is described as excellent and exquisite, which is like a symbol of the single glaze of the higher class. The dinner itself is like a conflict that distinguishes people from different classes, environment and social background. And, it is like a mixture of different thoughts, which flow through the whole thing.
But in her new home, in a distant unknown country, it would not be like that. Then she would be married—she, Eveline. People would treat her with respect then.
The respect is based on the social status, which, in this story, doesn't come from Eveline, but come from her foreseeing husband. It's a great irony that her may even seek for this distorted relationship
SHE sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne. She was tired.
It is obviously a description of a tired person, just like the circumstances around her. The dusty cretonne has suggested that there are lots of things SHE need to do, along with cleaning the cretonne. It just like asking us why she is so tired or how often she got tired like this. And then the stories are keeping going with the basement of the first scene.
When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre.
It is not the houses that become somber, but the people. This sentence just uses personification to describe a situation that the winter is like a shadow that it also suggests that there might be something bad happens. Maybe the people suffered in the snow, etc.
But when the restraining influence of the school was at a distance I began to hunger again for wild sensations, for the escape which those chronicles of disorder alone seemed to offer me. The mimic warfare of the evening became at last as wearisome to me as the routine of school in the morning because I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.
Looking for wild sensations, leaving home and then coming back to feel the warmth. It always happens when some young boy want to find a new world in a novel. But in this kind of description, the little guy is presented with more sorrow just like a bird in cage, which makes the sentence more appealing to me.
“Ah, there’s no friends like the old friends,” she said, “when all is said and done, no friends that a body can trust.”
People die like lights off and the feelings of sorrow only flow around the people who really care about them. It can be a misfortune that no memory left after death, which can be kind of fortune that the death leads the final determination forever.
“You’re an ideal family, sir, an ideal family.”
Kind of ironic for even inside a family there are lots of things they cannot share with and someone's behavior is not understood by another.
“My dear Ethel,” cried Marion, “if father prefers to tire himself out, I really don’t see what business of ours it is to interfere.”
Maybe the girls just do not know what the kind of situation his father is in and such a sentence may suggest that there may be something wrong with the family's finance? A little contrast between the father and daughters may alert me that. Maybe I worry too much and such a behavior of father just suggests his characters and his love of family?
And then Charlotte and the girls were always at him to make the whole thing over to Harold, to retire, and to spend his time enjoying himself. Enjoying himself! Old Mr. Neave stopped dead under a group of ancient cabbage palms outside the Government buildings! Enjoying himself! The wind of evening shook the dark leaves to a thin airy cackle. Sitting at home, twiddling his thumbs, conscious all the while that his life’s work was slipping away, dissolving, disappearing through Harold’s fine fingers, while Harold smiled...
The last sentence of the paragraph suggests that these all the things above are not what Harold wants. He smiles to not to trouble others, he smiles to not to get himself in any trouble. This paragraph just reminds me of a man at loose ends, a man seemingly having anything but actually having nothing inside his inner being.
In the front of the crowd a strong-looking, middle-aged man, dressed very well, very snugly in a grey overcoat, grey silk scarf, thick gloves and dark felt hat, marched up and down, twirling his folded umbrella. He seemed to be the leader of the little crowd on the wharf and at the same time to keep them together. He was something between the sheep-dog and the shepherd. But what a fool—what a fool he had been not to bring any glasses! There wasn’t a pair of glasses between the whole lot of them.
It actually describes a strange man wearing something strange. At the end of the highlighted paragraph, the man is compared with sheep-dog, which can show us a little strange feeling with kind of stimulate to make us laugh. From the outside of the man can we know a lot of his inner beings, along with the other people in his crowd.
Exactly when the ball began Leila would have found it hard to say. Perhaps her first real partner was the cab. It did not matter that she shared the cab with the Sheridan girls and their brother. She sat back in her own little corner of it, and the bolster on which her hand rested felt like the sleeve of an unknown young man’s dress suit; and away they bowled, past waltzing lamp-posts and houses and fences and trees.
We have seen this style many times that at the beginning of the article the author immediately begins the story and then the plot follows a common day activity, including emotions, some daily activities or some troubles. This kind of behaviors revoke our experience that suit the story into our daily life and we will not surprised to find that the story kinds of seems familiar with us. This is the wonderful skill that the author has used many times.
This was so awful that Fenella quickly turned her back on them, swallowed once, twice, and frowned terribly at a little green star on a mast head. But she had to turn round again; her father was going.
A voyage to where, who will go along with the father. How did Fenella know that thing before? In the very beginning of the article, the author has mined some uncertainty, which should be answered later.
“What have you got for me, daddy?” and he had nothing.
Nothing and something, quite a good contrast. It suggests that there would be something to happen later. This kind of skills are commonly used in the authors' articles.
But at the last... Ma Parker threw the counterpane over the bed. No, she simply couldn’t think about it. It was too much—she’d had too much in her life to bear. She’d borne it up till now, she’d kept herself to herself, and never once had she been seen to cry. Never by a living soul. Not even her own children had seen Ma break down. She’d kept a proud face always. But now! Lennie gone—what had she? She had nothing. He was all she’d got from life, and now he was took too. Why must it all have happened to me? she wondered. “What have I done?” said old Ma Parker. “What have I done?”
It is a sorrow tone from a old woman.It shows the suffering and pains in the life. When reading this paragraph, I just wonder how can we find the meaning of one's life or how can we evaluate the value of one's life? The only thing remains forever is our memories and the memories inside people who know us.
she said furiously. “What utter rot! How dare you make a scene like this? This is the last time I’ll come out with you. You really are too awful for words.” She looked her mother up and down. “Calm yourself,” she said superbly. Mrs. Raddick was desperate, just desperate. She was “wild” to go back with Mrs. MacEwen, but at the same time...
This conversation suggests a lot about the girl and there is a split between the mother and the girl. From this I cannot tell if the mother is really a mother or just a pathological gambler or a friend of a gambler. In this part, I wonder what will happen to the girl in the near future?
But Chinny’s porcelain eyes gloomed at Reginald, and he sniffed faintly, as though the whole world were one unpleasant smell. Snip, went the scissors again. Poor little beggars; they were getting it!
It is such an interesting description that it seems the circumstances also became kind of emotion. Actually what they need to do is to change the way they look at each other and all the things should be gone.
Well, at any rate, all that part of it was over, though neither of them could possibly believe that father was never coming back.
All the thoughts are from the children and until now, without the description about father. This sentence just suggests something bad may happen. Actually, the parts above can be seen commonly around the world, and I just feel familiar with that, until this sentence. It may suggests something; whether children know it or not and if there is anyone else know it.
There lay a young man, fast asleep—sleeping so soundly, so deeply, that he was far, far away from them both.
No matter who you are, death is equal to everyone. Once you die, the only heritage that you remain in the world is the memory, the memory of different people from different views. The greater the one in the world, the more views they will be. Once all the views merge into one, the true death comes and all other memory, views, forgot.
She stopped a minute. And it seemed to her that kisses, voices, tinkling spoons, laughter, the smell of crushed grass were somehow inside her. She had no room for anything else.
The concepts of classes are different between Laura and her family, as well as outlooks of life. Actually at the beginning of the story, the man's dying is not related with Laura and her family. But with the conversation of Laura and her mother, her sister and her father, Rome is not built in one day, we can see that there are some correlations behind the event. This may be the class oppression that make others so busy, which can be the inducement of the man's dying.
“Dead when they picked him up,” said Godber’s man with relish. “They were taking the body home as I come up here.” And he said to the cook, “He’s left a wife and five little ones.”
This plot has really surprised me that I have predicted that maybe someone would be not able to go to the party. Someone is dead, and even this one is not the guest, it would shadow the party. Actually a party is like a small society, and there will be different people arranging them. They are divided into different jobs, which would have a important effect on different aspects of the party. A party without friends is not a party and this plot may suggest a lot....
"This Life is Wee-ary, Hope comes to Die. A Dream—a Wa-kening."
To die and to live, which is the same process. Once something can live forever, it means it would die forever. In the song, "Hope comes to die.", may suggest something of the story that after hope's dying, there would be some new things come about. Maybe the dream is the party that they hope everyone could come?
I am the person (as you remember no doubt) who led the way in these pages, and opened the story. I am also the person who is left behind, as it were, to close the story up.
The beginning and the ending, the one who pages the book, the one who lives in the book and the one who shall die in the book. If he is of a real being, then all his life we know will end at the end of the book. It is kind of sorrow things that only the vague memories remain.
“Let my grave be forgotten. Give me your word of honour that you will allow no monument of any sort–not even the commonest tombstone–to mark the place of my burial. Let me sleep, nameless. Let me rest, unknown.”
Death is the destiny of everyone, and kind of the beginning of everyone else. The death is the beginning of many other stories, whose main characters only remained in authors mind. Then once all the stories merge into one, this is, the true death of the death, here they sleep their "loooooong" sleep.
Acting by himself, he could hardly have smothered Mr. Ablewhite–who was the taller and stronger man of the two–without a struggle taking place, or a cry being heard.
Some kinds of correlation do not stand for the true relation. As is known above, actually there are several actions of the Jugglers at the beginning when Franklin saw their strange behaviors. It can be a wedge but not enough for the evidence. They may be involved in the events, but what if they are not the true conspirators, then how will the story keep going? From now on, I can see different possibilities and there are several ones might be true, which, Until now, the author hasn't constrained.
Those lines removed all further doubt, on one point at least. The sailor had been in possession of the Moonstone, when he had left the bank on the previous day.
A villain doesn't harm his next-door neighbors, and this may also be true for Mr. Luker
“Only the protest of the world, Miss Verinder–on a very small scale–against anything that is new.”
The social presence? The experiment must be quite new in that year and I doubt that even the experiment succeeds would the eyewitnesses believe it. This is all on the design of the experiment.
What is the secret of the attraction that there is for me in this man? Does it only mean that I feel the contrast between the frankly kind manner in which he has allowed me to become acquainted with him, and the merciless dislike and distrust with which I am met by other people?
We knew from the third narrative that Mr. Franklin and Jennings were not old friends. They may met for the first time, but it is the characters of Franklin that made the two work together. It seems that Franklin has a magic power, making people around him harmonious with him, which may be the true reason that he may come across so many events.
“Were your nerves out of order, at this time last year? Were you unusually restless and irritable?” “Yes.” “Did you sleep badly?” “Wretchedly. Many nights I never slept at all.” “Was the birthday night an exception? Try, and remember. Did you sleep well on that one occasion?” “I do remember! I slept soundly.”
Quite a interesting development that doing something doesn't mean someone is conscious. As I have guessed before, Rachel has seen Franklin taking the diamond, with some strange actions of Franklin. Here suggests that there may be something that control Franklin. The next part of the novel must be the process to find who controls Franklin and how, or if there is some differences between the time that Franklin got the diamond and the time that the diamond really disappeared.
“YOU VILLAIN, I SAW YOU TAKE THE DIAMOND WITH MY OWN EYES!”
This is the real answer? According to the skills that the writer has used, this of course is not the final result, which may lead to seemingly contradicted but interconnected perspectives of different people. Here comes several questions: whether Franklin is the one who last saw the diamond? Is there anything wrong that made Franklin lose the diamond? What terrifies Franklin when it comes that Franklin has some connections with the loss of the diamond?
I own to having felt a certain guilty doubtfulness about what might happen next. I looked furtively on either side of me; suspicious of the presence of some unexpected witness in some unknown corner of the garden.
It is really common in this passage that the author does not write about what he thought directly but using the description of the character to show them. From this we know that there must be something wrong that Mr. Franklin has done, which means the actions he has taken should stand for some kind of misleading. Maybe he just doesn't want anyone to find out the truth. It becomes more apparent when the letter of Rosanna appears.
let us leave it to time to clear the matter up. In the meanwhile, Mr. Bruff, we must get back again to the Indians, on your account. Their journey to London simply ended in their becoming the victims of another defeat. The loss of their second chance of seizing the Diamond is mainly attributable, as I think, to the cunning and foresight of Mr. Luker–who doesn’t stand at the top of the prosperous and ancient profession of usury for nothing!
A mantis catches cicadas and yellow finches behind
the bare idea of a man marrying her for his own selfish and mercenary ends had never entered her head.
It is more realistic even after the death of her mother. The selfishness gradually float on the surface.
I have become the property of the newspapers, until the gentle reader gets sick of the subject.
Nothing to lose except the image of the person of the public. If something strange happens like that, everything of the person will be mined out if the public considers it interesting. Not until everyone forgets him will he get his real life back.
He has purchased my time, but not even HIS wealth can purchase my conscience too.
contradicted being
My nature is weak. It cost me a hard struggle, before Christian humility conquered sinful pride, and self-denial accepted the cheque.
Money can be the connection between his inner being and his actions, along with his behaviors. It is the situation when he remembered that he has a relative.
On the other hand, I have continued to fold my clothes, and to keep my little diary.
Habits that perform as the link between yesterday and today.
“Bless your heart alive! she is GOING to leave it!”
The leaving of someone may sometimes be the method of testing if others are alive.
and I saw for myself that his footsteps and mine were the only footsteps printed off on the sand.
An environment that no one else would interrupt, which suggests that there will be something secret or from innermost being.
because she has been a good girl to YOU, and because you pity her heartily.
The mixture of feelings can be felt at the beginning of the story, which is more deeper now.
“About the years that are gone, Mr. Betteredge,” says Rosanna quietly. “My past life still comes back to me sometimes.”
Everyone may struggle from this.
I think, was her silent tongue and her solitary ways.
Maybe it is the strange life style that makes other maids not willing to get in touch with her. Contrasted with this sentence"Nancy (who has a fine appetite) looked pleased. When she looks pleased, she looks nice. ".
To-day we love, what to-morrow we hate.”
today it is black and another day it comes to white. There is no endless love, and small frictions in the life can easily change into hate. However, it may be this kind of uncertainty that makes us reluctant to leave.
“Is that all you have to tell me?” I asked. He answered, “That is all.”
Suspicion is something that once appears cannot be easily get rid of. Here comes the hint that something will happen between the two men, though they are family members.
The man turned at the instant when I came in, and I saw John Herncastle, with a torch in one hand, and a dagger dripping with blood in the other.
This is only the result and no process, which can have several perspectives; who killed the three or they were killed by different people, is Herncastle the one who killed them?
Along with the thoughts of Herncastle, we know that he has the probability to kill them and get the moonstone. However, the writer didn't just point it out and remain its uncertainty, which really impresses me.
I was as nicely dressed for the ceremonies of the evening as a man need be.
It shows the struggles but there is still something he needs to do.
The color of this sentence just makes me feel sad for the idea that being able to company with someone you cares can be the most difficult thing.