Chapter 30 third quarter

Little Anne Allegra Longfellow slipped down the hall into the basement kitchen of the Craigie Hall, rubbing her eyes with her hands in an attempt to shake the drowsiness out. Peter was adding a bucket of coals to the kitchen stove. "Miss Anne, didn't Mr. Longfellow send you to bed long ago?" She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, "I want a glass of milk, Peter." "I'll get it for you, Miss Anne," said a cook in a flat voice to Anne, who was squinting at the baking. "Be quick, dear, be quick." A faint knock came from the door.Anne immediately cheered up, and claimed that it was her privilege to answer the door, and that she always liked doing things that meant helping, especially greeting visitors.The little girl hurried to the front hall and opened the heavy door.

"Hush—be quiet!" Anne whispered to the visitor as soon as she saw his handsome face.He bent over. "It's Wednesday," she explained mysteriously, cupping her hand over her mouth. "If you want to see my father, you'll have to wait until he's got rid of Mr. Lowell and the others. That's the rule, you You know. You can stay here, or wait in the drawing room if you like," she added, indicating his choice. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Miss Longfellow," Ray said. Annie nodded politely, and then began to resist the onslaught of drowsiness again, drooping her head, and went up the stairs listlessly, forgetting the purpose of her laboriously coming to the kitchen.

Ray was standing in the corridor of the Craigie House, where several portraits of Washington hung on the walls.He took some small slips of paper from his pocket.He was going to ask them for one more favor, this time to show them some scraps of paper he had picked up at the scene of Talbot's death, in the hope that there was something in them that perhaps they could see that he couldn't. association.He had seen a few foreigners on the pier, and they spoke the same language that the window-jumpers had whispered to him.This reinforced his certainty that the jumper was from abroad, and from that certainty Ray couldn't help thinking that Dr. Holmes and a few others had a lot more on their hands than they could tell him.

Ray walked towards the living room, but when he was about to step out of the corridor, he stopped again and turned around in surprise.Something attracted him.What had he just heard?He turned back and approached the study door. "'Because whoever walks in front of him again, his wounds are healed...'" Hearing this voice, Lei shuddered with horror.He counted the distance of only three or four steps, and then quietly walked to the door of the study. "'Dinanzilirivada (in front of him)." He tore a note from his vest pocket and found a word: deenanzee.Ever since the beggar jumped to his death from the window of the main office, this word has been mocking him, appearing in his dreams, and engraved in his heart.Lei leaned against the study door, his ears pressed against the cold white door.

"Bertrand de Boon made war between father and son, and severed them. He held up his head in one hand, and that head swung like a lantern, his severed head towards the Pilgrims confide." "Like Owen's Headless Horseman." That's right, it was Lowell's deep laughter. Ray spread out the paper and wrote what he heard: The law of retribution?A deep, nasal voice.snoring.Only then did Lei realize that he was eavesdropping, so he calmed down the rapid breathing.There was the rustle of hastily writing with a quill. "Dante's most perfect punishment," Lovell said.

"Dante himself would have agreed with that," replied another. Ray was too busy taking notes to figure out who was speaking, and the discussion was drawing to a close. "...this is the only time that Dante explicitly emphasizes the concept of the law of retribution - we can't find the exact word to translate it, and there is no corresponding exact definition in English, because the definition of the word is itself... Well, dear Longfellow, I think the law of retribution... the concept that every sinner commits a crime that is fulfilled in himself and punished by it... just like a alienator is broken into pieces... "

Ray backed up all the way down the corridor. "This concludes the discussion, gentlemen." There was a snap of a book, a rustle of paper being folded, and Trapp began barking out the window, though unnoticed. "Judging from the results of our labor, the dinner is not free..." "What a fat pheasant!" Lowell was excited, playing with a pair of bones with his fingers.This pair of skeletons is very strange, the torso is very broad, and the head is flat and extremely large. "There isn't any animal here that didn't have his internal organs taken out and then reassembled." Dr. Holmes commented with a smile. After listening to Lowell, he felt that this was not without irony.

Early in the morning after the Dante Club meeting, Lowell and Holmes arrived at Louis Agassiz's library at the Harvard Museum of Comparative Zoology.Agassi greeted them, took a cursory look at Lowell's wounds, and headed back to his private office. "Judging from Agassi's tone, he is interested in this kind of insect, at least." Lowell tried his best to pretend to be indifferent.He was now convinced that the bug in Healey's study had really stung him, deeply worried that Agassiz would speak of its dire consequences: "Aha, it's hopeless, poor Lowell, what a pity." Lowell didn't believe that bugs didn't sting.Which dime-worthy insect doesn't sting?Lovell waited for the final result of the diagnosis; no matter what the diagnosis was, as long as he knew it and had a bottom line in his heart, it would be somewhat of a relief.He didn't tell Holmes how much the wound had swollen these past few days. He often felt a sharp throbbing pain in his thigh. He could clearly feel that this pain was spreading all the time, spreading to every part of his body. a nerve ending.He didn't want to appear weak with Holmes.

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