Chapter XVII matthew grice’s revenge

Neither looking to the right nor the left, neither knowing nor caring whither he went, Matthew Grice took the first turning he came to, which led him out of Baregrove Square. It happened to be the street communicating with the long suburban road, at...

Chapter XIV mary’s grave

Matthew Grice was a resolute traveller; but no resolution is powerful enough to alter the laws of inexorable Time-Tables to suit the convenience of individual passengers. Although Mat left Rubbleford in less than an hour after he had arrived there, he only succeeded in...

Chapter XII the hair bracelet

Mr Blyth’s spirits sank apace, as he bolted and locked the front door, when his guests had left him. He actually sighed as he now took a turn or two alone, up and down the studio. Three times did he approach close to the garden...

Chapter III the search begun

The street which Mat had chosen for his place of residence in London, was situated in a densely populous, and by no means respectable neighbourhood. In Kirk Street the men of the fustian-jacket and seal-skin cap clustered tumultuous round the lintels of the gin-shop...

Chapter VI madonna goes to london

The clown’s wife had sat very pale and very quiet under the whole overwhelming torrent of Mr Blyth’s apostrophes, exclamations, and entreaties. She seemed quite unable to speak, after he was fairly gone; and only looked round in a bewildered manner at the rector,...

Chapter XVI the day of reckoning

On the forenoon of the day that followed Mat’s return to Kirk Street, the ordinarily dull aspect of Baregrove Square was enlivened by a procession of three handsome private carriages which stopped at Mr Thorpe’s door. From each carriage there descended gentlemen of highly respectable...

Chapter XIII the search for arthur carr

Mr Blyth was astir betimes on the morning after Mat and young Thorpe had visited him in the studio. Manfully determined not to give way an inch to his own continued reluctance to leave home, he packed up his brushes and colours, and started...

Chapter XI the garden door

‘Hit or miss, I’ll chance it to-night.’ Those words were the first that issued from Mat’s lips on the morning after Mr Blyth’s visit, as he stood alone amid the festive relics of the past evening, in the front room at Kirk Street....

Chapter IX more discoveries

When Zack entered the room, and saw his strange friend, with legs crossed and hands in pockets, sitting gravely in the usual comer, on the floor, between a brandy-bottle on one side, and a guttering, unsnuffed candle on the other, he roared with laughter,...

Chapter VII the box of letters

The first thing Mat did when he got to his lodgings, was to fill and light his pipe. He then sat down on his bear-skins, and dragged the box close to him which he had brought from Dibbledean. Although the machinery of Mat’s mind was...