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Ian Andrews

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Ian Andrews was born in 1939 at Pinner, Middlesex. He obtained a degree in Jurisprudence at Oxford University. After working for several years as a solicitor, he was appointed as Town Clerk and Chief Executive of Poole in 1973, until retirement in 1993. During this time, he oversaw the feasibility, establishment and location of Poole Arts Centre, stages of the indoor shopping centre and other key buildings that shaped modern-day Poole. Since then, he has maintained an active interest in Poole, through his contributions as Honorary Borough Archivist and as Trustee of Poole Historical Trust. He has published several books on the history of Poole and the surrounding area.

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"One of the curious places we saw was the Hall of Examinations. This is a large enclosed space, having rows on rows of little cells, where the candidates for the literary degree are examined once in every three years. There are eleven thousand of these cells, and each cell is just large enough for one man to occupy. The candidates are put in these cells, and each man is furnished with a sheet of paper and a pen. He must write on the paper any given page of the Chinese books called 'The Classics' without mistake or alteration, and he is not allowed to try a second time until the next examination comes round. There are men who keep on trying all their lives for the degree, and they tell of one man who succeeded after he was eighty years old. The candidates try all sorts of tricks to smuggle in copies of the books on which they are to be examined, and also extra sheets of paper; but they are carefully searched, and everything of the sort is taken away from them. "And she's got a diamond star of mine worth a thousand pounds!" Lady Rockingham screamed. "A stone was missing, and she offered to have it replaced for me out of her stock of loose diamonds. I made a friend of that woman, a vulgar adventuress, who steals brooches and the like." CHAPTER VIII DEAN SWIFT. "And the others'll come out?" asked the second-comer. "Jist bey ant��jist bey ant them cedars there��not a musket-shot away," answered Jim, pointing to the place. "I know this one," Albin said. "Greta Forzane, Johnny Dodd. Take good care of him, kiddo��he needs it." "Not if he's washed in the blood of the Lamb." "I d?an't say for sartain��if he turns out a pr?aper lad and is a comfort to me and loves this pl?ace as none of my own children have ever loved it��" "Heed her not��she is as artful as vile��they are an evil brood altogether. Know you, De Boteler," she added quickly, "whether the young woman participated in the deed of darkness?" All without the cottage, as well as within, was darkness and gloom. Perhaps, if the beauty of moonlight had met his view, he might have turned sickening away to the sadness of his own abode; but as it was, the dreariness of the scene accorded with the feelings, which seemed bursting his heart, and he rushed on in the darkness heedless of the path he took. As if led by some instinct, he found himself upon the black ruins of his once happy home. No hand had touched the scattered, half-consumed materials, which had composed the dwelling; the black but substantial beams still lay as they had fallen. Perhaps, his was the first foot that pressed the spot since the night it blazed forth, a brilliant beacon, to warn the base-hearted what an injured man might dare. The fire had scathed the tree that had sheltered the cottage, but the seat he had raised beneath it yet remained entire. He sat down on the bench, and raised his eyes to the heavens; the wind came in sudden gusts, drifting the thick clouds across the sky; for a moment a solitary star would beam in the dark concave, and then another cloud would pass on, and the twinkling radiance would be lost. He gazed a few minutes on the clouded sky, and thought on all he had suffered and all he had lost: his last fond hope was now snatched away; and he cursed De Boteler, as at once the degrader of the father and destroyer of the child. But a strange feeling arose in his mind as a long hollow-sounding gust swept past him; it came from the ruin beside him��from the spot he had made desolate; and, as he looked wistfully round, he felt a sudden throbbing of his heart, and a quickened respiration. In a few minutes his indefinite terror became sufficiently powerful to neutralize every other sensation. He arose��he could not remain another instant; he could scarcely have passed the night there under the influence of his present feelings, had it even been the price of his freedom. He hurried down the path that led from the place where he had stood, and at every step his heart felt relieved; and, as the distance increased, his superstitious fears died away, and gradually gloom and sorrow possessed him as before. "Yes," she replied, "I must go now, but I will see you again." HoME ��cһ��ŷ�� ENTER NUMBET 0018keepep.org.cn
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