The book The Copsford Mystery: Or, is He the Man? was written by author Russell, William Clark, 1844-1911 Here you can read free online of The Copsford Mystery: Or, is He the Man? book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is The Copsford Mystery: Or, is He the Man? a good or bad book?
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At midday came a letter from her father, filled with humble apologies for his daughter's behavior, saying that she had left the house after the family were in bed, to keep an appointment with her lover; that on her return, she found the house door had been blown to by the wind ; and that, not knowing what to do, she had walked a distance of seven miles to where he (her father) lived, and knocked them up at four o'clock in the morning, to the horror and dismay of the mother. Some such solution a...s this, I thought, might attend the conundrum Maddox had bequeathed us. I noticed, in going up-stairs, that Mr. Ransome's bed- room door was ajar, and I paused a moment, thinking to hear him stirring, that I might tell him of his footman's disappearance. But all was still, and I crept quietly away. I couldn't help laughing at the mysterious airs the women OR, IS HE THE MAN? 166 gave themselves. My reference to the sounds I had heard, coupled with the unaccountable behavior of the footman, had frightened them; and it was absurd to see them grouped together in the broad daylight, muttering under their breaths, their superstitious souls grasping at the opportunity to entertain one another with dismal narratives, drawn, no doubt, from books which you only meet in the drawers of kitchen-tables and dressers, but related by these simpletons as though they were personal experiences.
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