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The remains of Dang Hoang Ly Na, a 33-year-old Vietnamese single mother, were found in the Singapore River, after local authorities were alerted about an “unnatural death.” - VnExpress International

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Miss Grand International 2022 Isabella Menin, who was voted Miss Grand Slam over other beauty queens, has been seen enjoying dishes sold by street vendors in HCMC.

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South Korea's second-largest conglomerate SK Group has denied rumors of divesting from Vietnam and instead affirmed its long-term commitment to the country.

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The ancient city of Hoi An and Da Lat City in the Central Highlands have been named in the UNESCO Creative Cities Network (UCCN) in terms of music, and crafts and folk art.

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"We need to change our mindset about wealth" ft. Linh Dao Smooke & Host An Truong of Vietcetera

"আমাদের সম্পদ সম্পর্কে আমাদের মানসিকতা পরিবর্তন করতে হবে" ফিট. লিন দাও স্মুক এবং ভিয়েতসেটেরার হোস্ট অ্যান ট্রুং

„Wir müssen unsere Einstellung zum Reichtum ändern“ von Linh Dao Smooke und Moderator An Truong aus Vietcetera

"Necesitamos cambiar nuestra forma de pensar sobre la riqueza" con Linh Dao Smooke y el presentador An Truong de Vietcetera

"Nous devons changer notre état d'esprit à l'égard de la richesse" avec Linh Dao Smooke et An Truong de Vietcetera

"हमें धन के बारे में अपनी मानसिकता बदलने की जरूरत है" फ़ुट लिन्ह डाओ स्मूक और होस्ट एन ट्रूंग ऑफ़ वियतसेटेरा

「私たちは富についての考え方を変える必要がある」 ft. リン・ダオ・スモーク＆ホスト・アン・チュオン（ベトセテラ）

"부에 대한 사고방식을 바꿔야 합니다" ft. Linh Dao Smooke & Vietcetera의 호스트 An Truong

“Precisamos mudar nossa mentalidade sobre a riqueza” com Linh Dao Smooke e Host An Truong of Vietcetera

«Нам нужно изменить наше отношение к богатству» при участии Линь Дао Смука и ведущего Ан Труонга из Vietcetera

Linh Dao Smooke ve Host An Truong of Vietcetera ile "Zenginlik hakkındaki zihniyetimizi değiştirmemiz gerekiyor"

"Chúng ta cần thay đổi tư duy về sự giàu có" ft. Linh Dao Smooke & Host An Trường của Vietcetera

“我们需要改变对财富的看法”ft. Linh Dao Smooke 和 Vietcetera 主持人 An Truong

What is Rust? Rust is a language that empowers everyone to build reliable and efficient software. It features: Amazing fast speed and high memory utilization High Performance: Memory errors are able to be eliminated during compilation Reliability: Great documentation, a friendly compiler with useful error messages, and top-notch tooling — an integrated package manager and build tool, smart multi-editor support with auto-completion and type inspections, an auto-formatter, and more. Productivity: Why use RUST on Embedded Development? Rust is designed to guarantee both security and high performance. The design philosophy is right into what embedded development requires. While embedded software has running problems that are mostly due to its memory. The Rust language can be regarded as a compiler-oriented language, so you can be sure that you are using memory safely while compiling. Here are some of the benefits of Rust developing on embedded devices: Powerful static analysis Flexible memory Fearless concurrency Interoperability Portability Community driven Now, let’s get it on the Open Source RT-Thread operating system to demonstrate how rust can be used for embedded development. When we’re calling the Rust code in C code, requires us to package the Rust source code as a static library file. When the C code compiles, link it in. Call Rust in C Create lib Library 1. Use to build a lib library in Clion. Add the following code to the . The following function evaluates the sum of two values of type i32 and returns the result: cargo init --lib rust_to_c lib.rs #![no_std]
use core::panic::PanicInfo;
#[no_mangle]
pub extern "C" fn sum(a: i32, b: i32) -> i32 {
 a + b
}
#[panic_handler]
fn panic(_info:&PanicInfo) -> !{
 loop{}
} 2.Add the following code to the Cargo.toml file to tell Rustc what type of library to generate. [lib]
name = "sum"
crate-type = ["staticlib"]
path = "src/lib.rs" Cross-compilation 1.Install armv7 target: rustup target add armv7a-none-eabi 2.Generate static library file: PS C:\Users\LiuKang\Desktop\RUST\rust_to_c> cargo build --target=armv7a-none-eabi --release --verbose
 Fresh rust_to_c v0.1.0 (C:\Users\LiuKang\Desktop\RUST\rust_to_c)
 Finished release [optimized] target(s) in 0.01s Generate Header File 1.Install cbindgen, cbindgen generates C/C++11 header file from the rust library: cargo install --force cbindgen 2.Create a new file under the project folder: cbindgen.toml 3.Generate header file: cbindgen --config cbindgen.toml --crate rust_to_c --output sum.h Call Rust Library File 1.Put the generated and files into the directory sum.h sum.a rt-thread\bsp\qemu-vexpress-a9\applications 2.Modify the SConscript file and add static library: from building import *
 cwd = GetCurrentDir()
 src = Glob('*.c') + Glob('*.cpp')
 CPPPATH = [cwd]
 LIBS = ["libsum.a"]
 LIBPATH = [GetCurrentDir()]
 group = DefineGroup('Applications', src, depend = [''], CPPPATH = CPPPATH, LIBS = LIBS, LIBPATH = LIBPATH)
 Return('group') 3.Call the sum function in the main function and get the return value and printf the value. #include <stdint.h>
 #include <stdio.h>
 #include <stdlib.h>
 #include <rtthread.h>
 #include "sum.h"
 int main(void)
 {
 int32_t tmp;
 tmp = sum(1, 2);
 printf("call rust sum(1, 2) = %d\n", tmp);
 return 0;
 } environment, use scons to compile the project and run: 4.In RT-Thread Env LiuKang@DESKTOP-538H6DE D:\repo\github\rt-thread\bsp\qemu-vexpress-a9
 $ scons -j6
 scons: Reading SConscript files ...
 scons: done reading SConscript files.
 scons: warning: you do not seem to have the pywin32 extensions installed;
 parallel (-j) builds may not work reliably with open Python files.
 File "D:\software\env_released_1.2.0\env\tools\Python27\Scripts\scons.py", line 204, in <module>
 scons: Building targets ...
 scons: building associated VariantDir targets: build
 LINK rtthread.elf
 arm-none-eabi-objcopy -O binary rtthread.elf rtthread.bin
 arm-none-eabi-size rtthread.elf
 text data bss dec hex filename
 628220 2148 86700 717068 af10c rtthread.elf
 scons: done building targets.
 LiuKang@DESKTOP-538H6DE D:\repo\github\rt-thread\bsp\qemu-vexpress-a9
 $ qemu.bat
 WARNING: Image format was not specified for 'sd.bin' and probing guessed raw.
 Automatically detecting the format is dangerous for raw images, write operations on block 0 will be restricted.
 Specify the 'raw' format explicitly to remove the restrictions.
 \ | /
 - RT - Thread Operating System
 / | \ 4.0.4 build Jul 28 2021
 2006 - 2021 Copyright by rt-thread team
 lwIP-2.1.2 initialized!
 [I/sal.skt] Socket Abstraction Layer initialize success.
 [I/SDIO] SD card capacity 65536 KB.
 [I/SDIO] switching card to high speed failed!
 call rust sum(1, 2) = 3
 msh /> Add, subtract, multiply and divide 1.We can implement some complicated math in rust. In the file, use the rust language to implement add, subtract, multiply and divide: lib.rs #![no_std]
 use core::panic::PanicInfo;
 #[no_mangle]
 pub extern "C" fn add(a: i32, b: i32) -> i32 {
 a + b
 }
 #[no_mangle]
 pub extern "C" fn subtract(a: i32, b: i32) -> i32 {
 a - b
 }
 #[no_mangle]
 pub extern "C" fn multiply(a: i32, b: i32) -> i32 {
 a * b
 }
 #[no_mangle]
 pub extern "C" fn divide(a: i32, b: i32) -> i32 {
 a / b
 }
 #[panic_handler]
 fn panic(_info:&PanicInfo) -> !{
 loop{}
 } 2.Build library files and header files and place them in the application directory 3.Use scons to compile, if errors jumped on link up, find the solution on its official Github. LINK rtthread.elf
 d:/software/env_released_1.2.0/env/tools/gnu_gcc/arm_gcc/mingw/bin/../lib/gcc/arm-none-eabi/5.4.1/armv7-ar/thumb\libgcc.a(_arm_addsubdf3.o): In function `__aeabi_ul2d':
 (.text+0x304): multiple definition of `__aeabi_ul2d'
 applications\libsum.a(compiler_builtins-9b744f6fddf5e719.compiler_builtins.20m0qzjq-cgu.117.rcgu.o):/cargo/registry/src/github.com-1ecc6299db9ec823/compiler_builtins-0.1.35/src/float/conv.rs:143: first defined here
 collect2.exe: error: ld returned 1 exit status
 scons: *** [rtthread.elf] Error 1
 scons: building terminated because of errors. 4.Modify file, add the link parameter : rtconfig.py --allow-multiple-definition DEVICE = ' -march=armv7-a -marm -msoft-float'
 CFLAGS = DEVICE + ' -Wall'
 AFLAGS = ' -c' + DEVICE + ' -x assembler-with-cpp -D__ASSEMBLY__ -I.'
 LINK_SCRIPT = 'link.lds'
 LFLAGS = DEVICE + ' -nostartfiles -Wl,--gc-sections,-Map=rtthread.map,-cref,-u,system_vectors,--allow-multiple-definition'+\
 ' -T %s' % LINK_SCRIPT
 CPATH = ''
 LPATH = '' 5.Compile and run QEMU: LiuKang@DESKTOP-538H6DE D:\repo\github\rt-thread\bsp\qemu-vexpress-a9
 $ scons -j6
 scons: Reading SConscript files ...
 scons: done reading SConscript files.
 scons: warning: you do not seem to have the pywin32 extensions installed;
 parallel (-j) builds may not work reliably with open Python files.
 File "D:\software\env_released_1.2.0\env\tools\Python27\Scripts\scons.py", line 204, in <module>
 scons: Building targets ...
 scons: building associated VariantDir targets: build
 LINK rtthread.elf
 arm-none-eabi-objcopy -O binary rtthread.elf rtthread.bin
 arm-none-eabi-size rtthread.elf
 text data bss dec hex filename
 628756 2148 86700 717604 af324 rtthread.elf
 scons: done building targets.
 LiuKang@DESKTOP-538H6DE D:\repo\github\rt-thread\bsp\qemu-vexpress-a9
 $ qemu.bat
 WARNING: Image format was not specified for 'sd.bin' and probing guessed raw.
 Automatically detecting the format is dangerous for raw images, write operations on block 0 will be restricted.
 Specify the 'raw' format explicitly to remove the restrictions.
 \ | /
 - RT - Thread Operating System
 / | \ 4.0.4 build Jul 28 2021
 2006 - 2021 Copyright by rt-thread team
 lwIP-2.1.2 initialized!
 [I/sal.skt] Socket Abstraction Layer initialize success.
 [I/SDIO] SD card capacity 65536 KB.
 [I/SDIO] switching card to high speed failed!
 call rust sum(1, 2) = 3
 call rust subtract(2, 1) = 1
 call rust multiply(2, 2) = 4
 call rust divide(4, 2) = 2 Call C in Rust Great to know that Rust can be called in C code, let’s give a try to call the rt_kprintf function in Rust: Modify the file lib.rs // The imported rt-thread functions list
 extern "C" {
 pub fn rt_kprintf(format: *const u8, ...);
 }
 #[no_mangle]
 pub extern "C" fn add(a: i32, b: i32) -> i32 {
 unsafe {
 rt_kprintf(b"this is from rust\n" as *const u8);
 }
 a + b
 } Generate Library File cargo build --target=armv7a-none-eabi --release --verbose
 Compiling rust_to_c v0.1.0 (C:\Users\LiuKang\Desktop\RUST\rust_to_c)
 Running `rustc --crate-name sum --edition=2018 src/lib.rs --error-format=json --json=diagnostic-rendered-ansi --crate-type staticlib --emit=dep-info,link -C opt-level=3 -C embed-bitcode=no -C metadata=a
 0723fa112c78339 -C extra-filename=-a0723fa112c78339 --out-dir C:\Users\LiuKang\Desktop\RUST\rust_to_c\target\armv7a-none-eabi\release\deps --target armv7a-none-eabi -L dependency=C:\Users\LiuKang\Desktop\RUS
 T\rust_to_c\target\armv7a-none-eabi\release\deps -L dependency=C:\Users\LiuKang\Desktop\RUST\rust_to_c\target\release\deps`
 Finished release [optimized] target(s) in 0.11s Copy the library files generated by rust into the application directory. Run LiuKang@DESKTOP-538H6DE D:\repo\github\rt-thread\bsp\qemu-vexpress-a9 
 $ scons -j6 
 scons: Reading SConscript files ... 
 scons: done reading SConscript files. 
 scons: warning: you do not seem to have the pywin32 extensions installed; 
 parallel (-j) builds may not work reliably with open Python files. 
 File "D:\software\env_released_1.2.0\env\tools\Python27\Scripts\scons.py", line 204, in <module> 
 scons: Building targets ... 
 scons: building associated VariantDir targets: build 
 LINK rtthread.elf 
 arm-none-eabi-objcopy -O binary rtthread.elf rtthread.bin 
 arm-none-eabi-size rtthread.elf 
 text data bss dec hex filename 
 628812 2148 90796 721756 b035c rtthread.elf 
 scons: done building targets. 
 LiuKang@DESKTOP-538H6DE D:\repo\github\rt-thread\bsp\qemu-vexpress-a9 
 $ qemu.bat 
 WARNING: Image format was not specified for 'sd.bin' and probing guessed raw. 
 Automatically detecting the format is dangerous for raw images, write operations on block 0 will be restricted. 
 Specify the 'raw' format explicitly to remove the restrictions. 
 \ | / 
 - RT - Thread Operating System 
 / | \ 4.0.4 build Jul 28 2021 
 2006 - 2021 Copyright by rt-thread team 
 lwIP-2.1.2 initialized! 
 [I/sal.skt] Socket Abstraction Layer initialize success. 
 [I/SDIO] SD card capacity 65536 KB. 
 [I/SDIO] switching card to high speed failed! 
 this is from rust 
 call rust sum(1, 2) = 3 
 call rust subtract(2, 1) = 1 
 call rust multiply(2, 2) = 4 
 call rust divide(4, 2) = 2 
 msh /> As the time for approaches, we're happy to attach more details to this conference so you'll know what to expect. The virtual conference will feature 20+ trending topics, range from the latest developments in open-source RT-Thread IoT OS projects to new fields of activities. Let’s explore this New IoT World together! RT-Thread IoT OS Global Tech Conference Free Registration: https://forms.gle/8W1j2ZhCSLKFfyFQ8 View the full Agenda: https://www.rt-thread.io/announcement.html

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Comment créer une documentation système avec VuePress

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如何使用 VuePress 构建系统文档

VuePress is a simple static site generator initially created to support the docs for large projects. It however it can do many more things as you are about to learn, personally I use it to generate . my website and blog Why VuePress: Makes your website blazing fast & SEO friendly. Development is super simple and an absolute joy. Very clean separation of your content from the rest of your site. Provides a full-fledged Vue instance no different from normal development. You are still able to create custom routes, use Vue plugins, anything that you would be able to normally. Flexible plugin API which, for example, I am using to automatically generate an RSS feed for my blog every time I update the content. Use Markdown with markdown-it and its extensive ecosystem. Being able to use Vue components inside your markdown. Who this guide is for You want to create a static website powered by Vue ❌ → ✅ → ⤵️ Why are you even here? Continue Your website is content-centric (e.g. not a web app) ❌ → ✅ → ⤵️ Static is going to be tougher for you in general but you might checkout Nuxt Continue Your content is, or is going to be, in markdown ❌ → ✅ → ⤵️ If you are already on any kind of JAMstack Nuxt might be a better option for now Continue You want to create something else than docs for your project ❌ → ✅ → ⤵️ Creating docs? Continue to the VuePress docs , they are excellent for this. Continue How this will work To very briefly describe how this will end up working: You’ll have a git repo which contains your website content (markdown files) and your VuePress assets (theme, config, images etc.) in a separate folder called . .vuepress Every time you’ll run the markdown files you have created will be converted into HTML files using the available VuePress layout files in your theme. Additionally defined routes will also be pre-rendered. npm run build A folder will be produced filled with static assets that can be served by any ordinary web server such as NGINX or Apache. /dist Setup Ok, let’s get started, first off we’ll do al the usual stuff: Create the project folder mkdir my-project && cd my-project Create a valid file with package.json npm init Initialize Git with git init If you don’t want to copy all of that and to demonstrate the use of Vue components inside markdown you can fill in your project name here, copy the command below and that’s that! Now let’s get to the VuePress specific stuff: First off, add the VuePress package itself with npm i -D vuepress WARNING In this guide we are using VuePress v1 so depending on when you are reading this you might have to install to get the proper version. vuepress@next You can also add VuePress globally with to be able to use commands such as in the terminal but we'll add these commands as NPM scripts anyway so this is up to you. npm install -g vuepress vuepress dev Next up we’ll add the following scripts to our file: package.json "scripts": {  "dev": "vuepress dev",  "build": "vuepress build"}, This enables us to interact with the project in a more general way without any setup or global package requirements with and . and others npm run dev npm run build Ok time to create the project files, we’ll start of by creating a directory in our project folder root and throwing an file in there. Our project structure should now look something like this: .vuepress config.js my-project|--.vuepress|  |--config.js|--node_modules|--package.json The directory is going to be the backbone of this project containing all the files concerning your website besides the actual content itself, this will be placed in the root of the project folder. .vuepress Wait what is in that weird folder? Basically the directory will contain anything Vue related: .vuepress - If you want to use a custom theme it will be in there in the folder theme - If you want to use Vue components inside your markdown you’ll place them there in the folder components - If you want to add custom routes you can do so there using the file. enhanceApp.js - If you want to tweak your markdown settings they will be available in there in the file. config.js This creates a very clean separation of your Vue related files and everything outside it (your markdown content). For some more info about this folder and what it will contain . check this out The config.js file As might have guessed this file will contain much of the configuration and options concerning your website including the config for your theme. A minimal config file will look like this: module.exports = {  title: 'My Site',  description: 'Welcome to my site.'} But we’ll start off by extending it a bit straight away by specifying the folder where the compiled assets should end up: module.exports = {  title: 'My Site',  description: 'Welcome to my site.',  dest: "dist"} Now your static assets will end up in the folder in your root. By default these will end up inside the folder which is a bit messy and less generic. /dist .vuepress/dist Creating our fist content Since this project is originally geared towards documentation creation its only logical that the source for the file will be the file in the root of your project. Create the file and put some simple markdown in there like: index.html README.md # Use a titleAnd some more content- A list- for example Now it’s time to reap the fruits of our labor, if you’ve done everything correctly you should now be able to execute and check out your first webpage! npm run dev If everything looks good you can generate your new webpage using . npm run build Where does my markdown content end up? The way VuePress routes your compiled markdown files is very straightforward, with the exemption of which gets turned into an file the rest of the content can be found at their respective position inside the project. For example: [README.md](http://readme.md) index.html → /about.md /about.html → /posts/vuepress-rocks.md /posts/vuepress-rocks.md → /posts/README.md /posts Using static assets I can see why the VuePress team did this but I do hope there will be an option to change the current location as is the case with the output directory for the build. Currently your static assets should be placed inside and they will be available at the root of your project. .vuepress/public That’s it! Well done! You probably got your first VuePress site up and running, you probably want to create a custom theme though. No problem, . read more about that here Originally published at willwillems.com .

Building a website with VuePress

Have you ever skimmed through the Vue.js documentation? Anyone familiar with it will tell you: It's . magnificent To build it, Evan You, 's creator, came up with VuePress. Vue For an upcoming side project of ours, we decidedly wanted some of that docs' magic. This post is an account of that process. You’ll learn what VuePress is and what’s so great about it. You’ll learn how to quickly set up a neat Vue.js-powered documentation & blog. Steps for the technical tutorial: Installing VuePress. Generating documentation content. Adding a blog to VuePress. Inserting the blog in the navigation. It's easy & straightforward—you'll be done in no time. A bit of context for our VuePress project What's this side project I'm talking about? Well, it started with a pain any blog editor or webmaster knows too well: Cringe-worthy outreach emails. You know the kind of email that praises your blog content and offers some guest posts about real estate... on a WEB DEVELOPMENT platform?! C’mon man, try a little harder! We thought it was time to put a spotlight on this stinky technique. To do so, we built a simple static site where anyone can publish anonymous and funny examples of how not to outreach. The name of the site? . marketing Hugo Outreach Shame Note: Outreach Shame isn’t live yet. It presented us with a good use case to build VuePress documentation. You’ll find real guidelines in the documentation we created (link further down). Follow them to send us your lousy outreach examples; they’ll appear on the site once it goes live. What is VuePress? In a few words, VuePress is a minimalistic Vue-powered static site generator. As mentioned earlier, the original goal behind its design was to generate documentation. Its system also allows you to write a theme for almost anything. I've read in a few places that VuePress . Although it does miss some blogging features out-of-the-box, it's still well-suited for simple blogs, as you'll see later on. is not blog-aware yet VuePress is only a few months old but mainly because it comes directly from the brain behind Vue.js. Let's see what about VuePress: has already made some waves the man has to say “It’s special in the sense that it completely uses Vue for its layout. Because Vue is a frontend framework it’s actually using a few server-side rendering capabilities to do the static HTML generation. The result is, when you write your layout or your theme for a VuePress site it’s actually a universal application that runs both on the server and on the client.” The server is skipped though. Every route of the app is virtually rendered to generate static HTML files that load as a Vue.js single page application. Why should you use VuePress? As you're probably aware, out there. So where does VuePress stand out? there are tons of static site generators → Its unique use of Markdown & Vue components VuePress handles the conversion of Markdown to HTML by default. This makes generating new content very easy. . It allows you to add custom or dynamic features to your website smoothly. Other built-in include a YAML front-matter to set predefined variables or create custom ones that VuePress will automatically interpret. You can even use Vue components directly in your Markdown files Markdown features → Its multi-language support from the get-go Out-of-the-box, VuePress lets you write several versions of your site in as many languages as you need. (!) → Its neat default & custom themes The least I can say is that the VuePress default theme looks . It'll do the job for any fast implementation of technical documentation. It's responsive & fully-featured (search capabilities, navbar & sidebar, optional homepage, etc.). Then, or starting from scratch is simple and fun. clean customizing the default theme Why VuePress over Nuxt.js for a Vue SPA? If you're into the whole Vue.js ecosystem you surely already know about the framework for universal apps that is . It's way more than an SSG, but its feature allows you to create a static version of an app. VuePress was inspired by that exact feature. Nuxt.js nuxt generate Both have very different goals. Everything you can do in VuePress you'll also be able to achieve with Nuxt.js. VuePress simplifies the things its good at though, which for the moment include documentation & very small SPAs. If that's all you need, VuePress works wonders, while Nuxt.js might quickly feel overkill. On the other hand, you couldn't use VuePress for any real . There's no debate you should go with Nuxt.js here. app development Nuxt.js is often mentioned as a great tool to issues. It turns out VuePress does the same to ensure that all content is rendered and crawlable by search engines. handle Vue.js SPA SEO I’ll close this argument by saying that I was very impressed by VuePress. It’s so simple that I had to think hard about a more complex use case to fill this tuts! Anyway, let's see how it went! ;) VuePress tutorial: Crafting documentation & blog platform For my use case, I'll go on and use VuePress for Outreach Shame's documentation. While I'm at it, why not add a blog to support the project as well? Prerequisites: Have npm installed A basic understanding of Vue.js 1. Installing VuePress VuePress is a Node application that needs to be installed via or . npm yarn Open a terminal and type: npm i -g vuepress VuePress will then be available directly in your command line. Two useful commands here: starts a development server with automatic reload and all the dev goodies. This is the command you'll use when developing your website. vuepress dev builds your website. The generated assets will be ready to deploy on any hosting service. vuepress build 2. Generating documentation content You can add VuePress to any repository with a file. This is why VuePress' main selling point is cleaner documentation. README.md At the root of your project, create a file. It's going to be your site index, the home page. My content: README.md # Outreach shame 

Outreach Shame is the place to expose every lousy outreach emails. It’s every online marketer’s worst nightmares. These emails are everything you shouldn’t do to promote your business & content. Everything’s kept anonymous for good fun above all. 

## How can you contribute? 

Simple, forward us the shameful email to *outreachshame@snipcart.com* where it’ll be up for moderation. We kindly ask you to censor any personal information from the email before forwarding it to us. Once your submission is accepted by our team it’ll be published on the site outreachshame.com. 

## How it does work? 

Once a submission is approved, a commit is pushed in this [GitHub repository](https://github.com/snipcart/outreachshame). We then use [Forestry](https://forestry.io/#/) to make content editing and publishing easier for our dumb marketing folks. Once the entry is published, the site is built and deployed automatically on Netlify. Then, start your development server: vuepress dev When VuePress is ready, open a browser and navigate to . http://localhost:8080 You will see your website with the classy default VuePress theme. It'd be nice to have a title in the navbar, right? Well, customizing the default VuePress theme with quick configurations is easy peasy. Start by creating a folder named at the root of your project's folder. In this folder, add a file named . This file will be used to customize the website. It's basically a file that should export a JSON object. .vuepress config.js JavaScript If you reload your website, you'll see the title in the top left corner of the navbar. 3. Adding a blog to VuePress As you can see, it's a walk in the park to build custom documentation for a project using VuePress. So let's push it further a bit and add a blog. As I wrote earlier, VuePress allows you to write custom Vue components that can be inserted into any Markdown files. In this case, I'll build a component that will render the list of blog posts. Create a folder named in the folder. You'll add your components in there. They'll then be automatically available globally; no need to import them. components .vuepress Somehow VuePress has it covered. Create a file named —VuePress components use the single file component pattern. BlogIndex.vue A component created in a VuePress application gets some computed properties out of the box. You can access which gives you metadata of the website, with each page in it. This is going to be useful in this case because this is how we'll get the blog posts. this.$site You also have giving you information about the current page context. this.$page Here is the code you will need in your component file: The template itself is pretty basic. I iterated through the list of posts and listed them all. I'm using the component available through that VuePress comes equipped with. router-link vue-router I added a computed property named . This property gets all the blog posts from the site pages. When you create new blog posts, you'll need to specify some front matter information, such as the post date. Newest posts will appear first. posts The component is ready! Now you'll need to add some content. Create a folder named at the root of the project. In this folder, add a file. This is going to be the blog index, and this is where you'll include the component. blog README.md BlogIndex --- blog_index: true --- 

# Blog 

Welcome on Outreach shame blog 

<BlogIndex /> The front matter will be used to make sure that the blog index isn't listed in the posts. I'm using it when filtering the posts in the computed property of the component. blog_index posts BlogIndex Notice how easy it is to include a custom component. It's registered automatically by VuePress and can be included in any markdown file. Next step is to add a first blog post. In the folder, create a filed named . blog first-post.md You'll have to define a couple of frontmatter settings: --- title: Bacon ipsum dolor amet hamburger pancetta ball tip date: 2018-07-28 description: Kielbasa tenderloin boudin bacon cupim, pastrami strip steak rump picanha meatloaf venison meatball ribeye. Burgdoggen t-bone jowl venison biltong andouille. Turducken shankle tongue landjaeger drumstick, pancetta porchetta. Brisket ham turkey andouille picanha. Pancetta chuck shank ham. --- 

# First post 

/* Your awesome content goes here */ The properties , and are important. They will be used when listing blog posts. Every post in the folder should have these defined. title description date blog 4. Inserting the blog in the VuePress navigation The last step will be to make the blog available via the navigation bar. Open file again and add: /.vuepress/config.js You'll need to specify the nav bar elements in the property. themeConfig Then, reload your website. Click on the blog navigation item, you should have something like this: Live demo & GitHub repo See the live demo here See GitHub repo here Closing thoughts VuePress is straightforward. I only spent around two hours building this demo. That includes learning how VuePress works. It might just be the best tool out there to document your open source project or library. Having the ability to use Vue components on top of that is a huge bonus. We're currently working on the third version of our shopping cart. This experiment forces me to seriously consider using VuePress to build its documentation! However, as working with it confirmed, I don't think you should use VuePress to build applications. Frameworks like Nuxt and Gatsby would be better options to develop a more complex application. If you've enjoyed this post, please take a second to share it on Twitter . Got comments, questions? Hit the section below! I originally published this on the Snipcart blog and shared it in our newsletter .

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I awoke, and my first thought was, Adrian and Clara are dead.

Phineas Redux by Anthony Trollope, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book . MRS. BONTEEN. here MRS. BONTEEN. At the time of the murder, Lady Eustace, whom we must regard as the wife of Mr. Emilius till it be proved that he had another wife when he married her, was living as the guest of Mr. Bonteen. Mr. Bonteen had pledged himself to prove the bigamy, and Mrs. Bonteen had opened her house and her heart to the injured lady. Lizzie Eustace, as she had always been called, was clever, rich, and pretty, and knew well how to ingratiate herself with the friend of the hour. She was a greedy, grasping little woman, but, when she had before her a sufficient object, she could appear to pour all that she had into her friend's lap with all the prodigality of a child. Perhaps Mrs. Bonteen had liked to have things poured into her lap. Perhaps Mr. Bonteen had enjoyed the confidential tears of a pretty woman. It may be that the wrongs of a woman doomed to live with Mr. Emilius as his wife had touched their hearts. Be that as it might, they had become the acknowledged friends and supporters of Lady Eustace, and she was living with them in their little house in St. James's Place on that fatal night. Lizzie behaved herself very well when the terrible tidings were brought home. Mr. Bonteen was so often late at the House or at his club that his wife rarely sat up for him; and when the servants were disturbed between six and seven o'clock in the morning, no surprise had as yet been felt at his absence. The sergeant of police who had brought the news sent for the maid of the unfortunate lady, and the maid, in her panic, told her story to Lady Eustace before daring to communicate it to her mistress. Lizzie Eustace, who in former days had known something of policemen, saw the man, and learned from him all that there was to learn. Then, while the sergeant remained on the landing place, outside, to support her, if necessary, with the maid by her side to help her, kneeling by the bed, she told the wretched woman what had happened. We need not witness the paroxysms of the widow's misery, but we may understand that Lizzie Eustace was from that moment more strongly fixed than ever in her friendship with Mrs. Bonteen. When the first three or four days of agony and despair had passed by, and the mind of the bereaved woman was able to turn itself from the loss to the cause of the loss, Mrs. Bonteen became fixed in her certainty that Phineas Finn had murdered her husband, and seemed to think that it was the first and paramount duty of the present Government to have the murderer hung,—almost without a trial. When she found that, at the best, the execution of the man she so vehemently hated could not take place for two months after the doing of the deed, even if then, she became almost frantic in her anger. Surely they would not let him escape! What more proof could be needed? Had not the miscreant quarrelled with her husband, and behaved abominably to him but a few minutes before the murder? Had he not been on the spot with the murderous instrument in his pocket? Had he not been seen by Lord Fawn hastening on the steps of her dear and doomed husband? Mrs. Bonteen, as she sat enveloped in her new weeds, thirsting for blood, could not understand that further evidence should be needed, or that a rational doubt should remain in the mind of any one who knew the circumstances. It was to her as though she had seen the dastard blow struck, and with such conviction as this on her mind did she insist on talking of the coming trial to her inmate, Lady Eustace. But Lizzie had her own opinion, though she was forced to leave it unexpressed in the presence of Mrs. Bonteen. She knew the man who claimed her as his wife, and did not think that Phineas Finn was guilty of the murder. Her Emilius,—her Yosef Mealyus, as she had delighted to call him, since she had separated herself from him,—was, as she thought, the very man to commit a murder. He was by no means degraded in her opinion by the feeling. To commit great crimes is the line of life that comes naturally to some men, and was, as she thought, a line less objectionable than that which confines itself to small crimes. She almost felt that the audacity of her husband in doing such a deed redeemed her from some of the ignominy to which she had subjected herself by her marriage with a runaway who had another wife living. There was a dash of adventure about it which was almost gratifying. But these feelings she was obliged, at any rate for the present, to keep to herself. Not only must she acknowledge the undoubted guilt of Phineas Finn for the sake of her friend, Mrs. Bonteen; but she must consider carefully whether she would gain or lose more by having a murderer for her husband. She did not relish the idea of being made a widow by the gallows. She was still urgent as to the charge of bigamy, and should she succeed in proving that the man had never been her husband, then she did not care how soon they might hang him. But for the present it was better for all reasons that she should cling to the Phineas Finn theory,—feeling certain that it was the bold hand of her own Emilius who had struck the blow. She was by no means free from the solicitations of her husband, who knew well where she was, and who still adhered to his purpose of reclaiming his wife and his wife's property. When he was released by the magistrate's order, and had recovered his goods from Mr. Meager's house, and was once more established in lodgings, humbler, indeed, than those in Northumberland Street, he wrote the following letter to her who had been for one blessed year the partner of his joys, and his bosom's mistress:— 3, Jellybag Street, Edgware Road, May 26, 18—. Dearest Wife,— You will have heard to what additional sorrow and disgrace I have been subjected through the malice of my enemies. But all in vain! Though princes and potentates have been arrayed against me [the princes and potentates had no doubt been Lord Chiltern and Mr. Low], innocence has prevailed, and I have come out from the ordeal white as bleached linen or unsullied snow. The murderer is in the hands of justice, and though he be the friend of kings and princes [Mr. Emilius had probably heard that the Prince had been at the club with Phineas], yet shall justice be done upon him, and the truth of the Lord shall be made to prevail. Mr. Bonteen has been very hostile to me, believing evil things of me, and instigating you, my beloved, to believe evil of me. Nevertheless, I grieve for his death. I lament bitterly that he should have been cut off in his sins, and hurried before the judgment seat of the great Judge without an hour given to him for repentance. Let us pray that the mercy of the Lord may be extended even to him. I beg that you will express my deepest commiseration to his widow, and assure her that she has my prayers. And now, my dearest wife, let me approach my own affairs. As I have come out unscorched from the last fiery furnace which has been heated for me by my enemies seven times hot, so shall I escape from that other fire with which the poor man who has gone from us endeavoured to envelop me. If they have made you believe that I have any wife but yourself they have made you believe a falsehood. You, and you only, have my hand. You, and you only, have my heart. I know well what attempts are being made to suborn false evidence in my old country, and how the follies of my youth are being pressed against me,—how anxious are proud Englishmen that the poor Bohemian should be robbed of the beauty and wit and wealth which he had won for himself. But the Lord fights on my side, and I shall certainly prevail. If you will come back to me all shall be forgiven. My heart is as it ever was. Come, and let us leave this cold and ungenial country and go to the sunny south; to the islands of the blest,— Mr. Emilius during his married life had not quite fathomed the depths of his wife's character, though, no doubt, he had caught some points of it with sufficient accuracy. —where we may forget these blood-stained sorrows, and mutually forgive each other. What happiness, what joys can you expect in your present mode of life? Even your income,—which in truth is my income,—you cannot obtain, because the tenants will not dare to pay it in opposition to my legal claims. But of what use is gold? What can purple do for us, and fine linen, and rich jewels, without love and a contented heart? Come, dearest, once more to your own one, who will never remember aught of the sad rupture which enemies have made, and we will hurry to the setting sun, and recline on mossy banks, and give up our souls to Elysium. As Lizzie read this she uttered an exclamation of disgust. Did the man after all know so little of her as to suppose that she, with all her experiences, did not know how to keep her own life and her own pocket separate from her romance? She despised him for this, almost as much as she respected him for the murder. If you will only say that you will see me, I will be at your feet in a moment. Till the solemnity with which the late tragical event must have filled you shall have left you leisure to think of all this, I will not force myself into your presence, or seek to secure by law rights which will be much dearer to me if they are accorded by your own sweet goodwill. And in the meantime, I will agree that the income shall be drawn, provided that it be equally divided between us. I have been sorely straitened in my circumstances by these last events. My congregation is of course dispersed. Though my innocence has been triumphantly displayed, my name has been tarnished. It is with difficulty that I find a spot where to lay my weary head. I am ahungered and athirst;—and my very garments are parting from me in my need. Can it be that you willingly doom me to such misery because of my love for you? Had I been less true to you, it might have been otherwise. Let me have an answer at once, and I will instantly take steps about the money if you will agree. Your truly most loving husband, Joseph Emilius. To Lady Eustace, wife of the Rev. Joseph Emilius. When Lizzie had read the letter twice through she resolved that she would show it to her friend. "I know it will reopen the floodgates of your grief," she said; "but unless you see it, how can I ask from you the advice which is so necessary to me?" But Mrs. Bonteen was a woman sincere at any rate in this,—that the loss of her husband had been to her so crushing a calamity that there could be no reopening of the floodgates. The grief that cannot bear allusion to its causes has generally something of affectation in its composition. The floodgates with this widowed one had never yet been for a moment closed. It was not that her tears were ever flowing, but that her heart had never yet for a moment ceased to feel that its misery was incapable of alleviation. No utterances concerning her husband could make her more wretched than she was. She took the letter and read it through. "I daresay he is a bad man," said Mrs. Bonteen. "Indeed he is," said the bad man's wife. "But he was not guilty of this crime." "Oh, no;—I am sure of that," said Lady Eustace, feeling certain at the same time that Mr. Bonteen had fallen by her husband's hands. "And therefore I am glad they have given him up. There can be no doubt now about it." "Everybody knows who did it now," said Lady Eustace. "Infamous ruffian! My poor dear lost one always knew what he was. Oh that such a creature should have been allowed to come among us." "Of course he'll be hung, Mrs. Bonteen." "Hung! I should think so! What other end would be fit for him? Oh, yes; they must hang him. But it makes one think that the world is too hard a place to live in, when such a one as he can cause so great a ruin." "It has been very terrible." "Think what the country has lost! They tell me that the Duke of Omnium is to take my husband's place; but the Duke cannot do what he did. Every one knows that for real work there was no one like him. Nothing was more certain than that he would have been Prime Minister,—oh, very soon. They ought to pinch him to death with red-hot tweezers." But Lady Eustace was anxious at the present moment to talk about her own troubles. "Of course, Mr. Emilius did not commit the murder." "Phineas Finn committed it," said the half-maddened woman, rising from her chair. "And Phineas Finn shall hang by his neck till he is dead." "But Emilius has certainly got another wife in Prague." "I suppose you know. He said it was so, and he was always right." "I am sure of it,—just as you are sure of this horrid Mr. Finn." "The two things can't be named together, Lady Eustace." "Certainly not. I wouldn't think of being so unfeeling. But he has written me this letter, and what must I do? It is very dreadful about the money, you know." "He cannot touch your money. My dear one always said that he could not touch it." "But he prevents me from touching it. What they give me only comes by a sort of favour from the lawyer. I almost wish that I had compromised." "You would not be rid of him that way." "No;—not quite rid of him. You see I never had to take that horrid name because of the title. I suppose I'd better send the letter to the lawyer." "Send it to the lawyer, of course. That is what he would have done. They tell me that the trial is to be on the 24th of June. Why should they postpone it so long? They know all about it. They always postpone everything. If he had lived, there would be an end of that before long." Lady Eustace was tired of the virtues of her friend's martyred lord, and was very anxious to talk of her own affairs. She was still holding her husband's letter open in her hand, and was thinking how she could force her friend's dead lion to give place for a while to her own live dog, when a servant announced that Mr. Camperdown, the attorney, was below. In former days there had been an old Mr. Camperdown, who was vehemently hostile to poor Lizzie Eustace; but now, in her new troubles, the firm that had ever been true to her first husband had taken up her case for the sake of the family and her property—and for the sake of the heir, Lizzie Eustace's little boy; and Mr. Camperdown's firm had, next to Mr. Bonteen, been the depository of her trust. He had sent clerks out to Prague,—one who had returned ill,—as some had said poisoned, though the poison had probably been nothing more than the diet natural to Bohemians. And then another had been sent. This, of course, had all been previous to Madame Goesler's self-imposed mission,—which, though it was occasioned altogether by the suspected wickednesses of Mr. Emilius, had no special reference to his matrimonial escapades. And now Mr. Camperdown was down stairs. "Shall I go down to him, dear Mrs. Bonteen?" "He may come here if you please." "Perhaps I had better go down. He will disturb you." "My darling lost one always thought that there should be two present to hear such matters. He said it was safer." Mr. Camperdown, junior, was therefore shown upstairs to Mrs. Bonteen's drawing-room. "We have found it all out, Lady Eustace," said Mr. Camperdown. "Found out what?" "We've got Madame Mealyus over here." "No!" said Mrs. Bonteen, with her hands raised. Lady Eustace sat silent, with her mouth open. "Yes, indeed;—and photographs of the registry of the marriage from the books of the synagogue at Cracow. His signature was Yosef Mealyus, and his handwriting isn't a bit altered. I think we could have proved it without the lady; but of course it was better to bring her if possible." "Where is she?" asked Lizzie, thinking that she would like to see her own predecessor. "We have her safe, Lady Eustace. She's not in custody; but as she can't speak a word of English or French, she finds it more comfortable to be kept in private. We're afraid it will cost a little money." "Will she swear that she is his wife?" asked Mrs. Bonteen. "Oh, yes; there'll be no difficulty about that. But her swearing alone mightn't be enough." "Surely that settles it all," said Lady Eustace. "For the money that we shall have to pay," said Mr. Camperdown, "we might probably have got a dozen Bohemian ladies to come and swear that they were married to Yosef Mealyus at Cracow. The difficulty has been to bring over documentary evidence which will satisfy a jury that this is the woman she says she is. But I think we've got it." "And I shall be free!" said Lady Eustace, clasping her hands together. "It will cost a good deal, I fear," said Mr. Camperdown. "But I shall be free! Oh, Mr. Camperdown, there is not a woman in all the world who cares so little for money as I do. But I shall be free from the power of that horrid man who has entangled me in the meshes of his sinful life." Mr. Camperdown told her that he thought that she would be free, and went on to say that Yosef Mealyus had already been arrested, and was again in prison. The unfortunate man had not therefore long enjoyed that humbler apartment which he had found for himself in Jellybag Street. When Mr. Camperdown went, Mrs. Bonteen followed him out to the top of the stairs. "You have heard about the trial, Mr. Camperdown?" He said that he knew that it was to take place at the Central Criminal Court in June. "Yes; I don't know why they have put it off so long. People know that he did it—eh?" Mr. Camperdown, with funereal sadness, declared that he had never looked into the matter. "I cannot understand that everybody should not know it," said Mrs. Bonteen. About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. Anthony Trollope (2006). Phineas Redux. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/18640/pg18640-images.html This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at , located at . www.gutenberg.org https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html

At the time of the murder

Wives and Daughters by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book . FATHER AND SONS. here CHAPTER XXVII. FATHER AND SONS. Things were not going on any better at Hamley Hall. Nothing had occurred to change the state of dissatisfied feeling into which the Squire and his eldest son had respectively fallen; and the long continuance merely of dissatisfaction is sure of itself to deepen the feeling. Roger did all in his power to bring the father and son together; but sometimes wondered if it would not have been better to leave them alone; for they were falling into the habit of each making him their confidant, and so defining emotions and opinions which would have had less distinctness if they had been unexpressed. There was little enough relief in the daily life at the Hall to help them all to shake off the gloom; and it even told on the health of both the Squire and Osborne. The Squire became thinner, his skin as well as his clothes began to hang loose about him, and the freshness of his colour turned to red streaks, till his cheeks looked like Eardiston pippins, instead of resembling "a Katherine pear on the side that's next the sun." Roger thought that his father sate indoors and smoked in his study more than was good for him, but it had become difficult to get him far afield; he was too much afraid of coming across some sign of the discontinued drainage works, or being irritated afresh by the sight of his depreciated timber. Osborne was wrapt up in the idea of arranging his poems for the press, and so working out his wish for independence. What with daily writing to his wife—taking his letters himself to a distant post-office, and receiving hers there—touching up his sonnets, &c., with fastidious care—and occasionally giving himself the pleasure of a visit to the Gibsons, and enjoying the society of the two pleasant girls there, he found little time for being with his father. Indeed, Osborne was too self-indulgent or "sensitive," as he termed it, to bear well with the Squire's gloomy fits, or too frequent querulousness. The consciousness of his secret, too, made Osborne uncomfortable in his father's presence. It was very well for all parties that Roger was not "sensitive," for, if he had been, there were times when it would have been hard to bear little spurts of domestic tyranny, by which his father strove to assert his power over both his sons. One of these occurred very soon after the night of the Hollingford charity-ball. Roger had induced his father to come out with him; and the Squire had, on his son's suggestion, taken with him his long unused spud. The two had wandered far afield; perhaps the elder man had found the unwonted length of exercise too much for him; for, as he approached the house, on his return, he became what nurses call in children "fractious," and ready to turn on his companion for every remark he made. Roger understood the case by instinct, as it were, and bore it all with his usual sweetness of temper. They entered the house by the front door; it lay straight on their line of march. On the old cracked yellow-marble slab, there lay a card with Lord Hollingford's name on it, which Robinson, evidently on the watch for their return, hastened out of his pantry to deliver to Roger. "His lordship was very sorry not to see you, Mr. Roger, and his lordship left a note for you. Mr. Osborne took it, I think, when he passed through. I asked his lordship if he would like to see Mr. Osborne, who was indoors, as I thought. But his lordship said he was pressed for time, and told me to make his excuses." "Didn't he ask for me?" growled the Squire. "No, sir; I can't say as his lordship did. He would never have thought of Mr. Osborne, sir, if I hadn't named him. It was Mr. Roger he seemed so keen after." "Very odd," said the Squire. Roger said nothing, although he naturally felt some curiosity. He went into the drawing-room, not quite aware that his father was following him. Osborne sate at a table near the fire, pen in hand, looking over one of his poems, and dotting the 's, crossing the 's, and now and then pausing over the alteration of a word. i t "Oh, Roger!" he said, as his brother came in, "here's been Lord Hollingford wanting to see you." "I know," replied Roger. "And he's left a note for you. Robinson tried to persuade him it was for my father, so he's added a 'junior' (Roger Hamley, Esq., junior) in pencil." The Squire was in the room by this time, and what he had overheard rubbed him up still more the wrong way. Roger took his unopened note and read it. "What does he say?" asked the Squire. Roger handed him the note. It contained an invitation to dinner to meet M. Geoffroi St. H——, whose views on certain subjects Roger had been advocating in the article Lord Hollingford had spoken about to Molly, when he danced with her at the Hollingford ball. M. Geoffroi St. H—— was in England now, and was expected to pay a visit at the Towers in the course of the following week. He had expressed a wish to meet the author of the paper which had already attracted the attention of the French comparative anatomists; and Lord Hollingford added a few words as to his own desire to make the acquaintance of a neighbour whose tastes were so similar to his own; and then followed a civil message from Lord and Lady Cumnor. Lord Hollingford's hand was cramped and rather illegible. The squire could not read it all at once, and was enough put out to decline any assistance in deciphering it. At last he made it out. "So my lord lieutenant is taking some notice of the Hamleys at last. The election is coming on, is it? But I can tell him we're not to be got so easily. I suppose this trap is set for you, Osborne? What's this you've been writing that the French mounseer is so taken with?" "It is not me, sir!" said Osborne. "Both note and call are for Roger." "I don't understand it," said the Squire. "These Whig fellows have never done their duty by me; not that I want it of them. The Duke of Debenham used to pay the Hamleys a respect due to 'em—the oldest landowners in the county—but since he died, and this shabby Whig lord has succeeded him, I've never dined at the lord lieutenant's—no, not once." "But I think, sir, I've heard you say Lord Cumnor used to invite you,—only you did not choose to go," said Roger. "Yes. What d'ye mean by that? Do you suppose I was going to desert the principles of my family, and curry favour with the Whigs? No! leave that to them. They can ask the heir of the Hamleys fast enough when a county election is coming on." "I tell you, sir," said Osborne, in the irritable tone he sometimes used when his father was particularly unreasonable, "it is not me Lord Hollingford is inviting; it is Roger. Roger is making himself known for what he is, a first-rate fellow," continued Osborne—a sting of self-reproach mingling with his generous pride in his brother—"and he's getting himself a name; he's been writing about these new French theories and discoveries, and this foreign very naturally wants to make his acquaintance, and so Lord Hollingford asks him to dine. It's as clear as can be," lowering his tone, and addressing himself to Roger; "it has nothing to do with politics, if my father would but see it." savant Of course the Squire heard this little aside with the unlucky uncertainty of hearing which is a characteristic of the beginning of deafness; and its effect on him was perceptible in the increased acrimony of his next speech. "You young men think you know everything. I tell you it's a palpable Whig trick. And what business has Roger—if it is Roger the man wants—to go currying favour with the French? In my day we were content to hate 'em and to lick 'em. But it's just like your conceit, Osborne, setting yourself up to say it's your younger brother they're asking, and not you; I tell you it's you. They think the eldest son was sure to be called after his father, Roger—Roger Hamley, junior. It's as plain as a pike-staff. They know they can't catch me with chaff, but they've got up this French dodge. What business had you to go writing about the French, Roger? I should have thought you were too sensible to take any notice of their fancies and theories; but if it is you they've asked, I'll not have you going and meeting these foreigners at a Whig house. They ought to have asked Osborne. He's the representative of the Hamleys, if I'm not; and they can't get me, let 'em try ever so. Besides, Osborne has got a bit of the mounseer about him, which he caught with being so fond of going off to the Continent, instead of coming back to his good old English home." He went on repeating much of what he had said before, till he left the room. Osborne had kept on replying to his unreasonable grumblings, which had only added to his anger; and as soon as the Squire was fairly gone, Osborne turned to Roger, and said,— "Of course you'll go, Roger? ten to one he'll be in another mind to-morrow." "No," said Roger, bluntly enough—for he was extremely disappointed; "I won't run the chance of vexing him. I shall refuse." "Don't be such a fool!" exclaimed Osborne. "Really, my father is too unreasonable. You heard how he kept contradicting himself; and such a man as you to be kept under like a child by—" "Don't let us talk any more about it, Osborne," said Roger, writing away fast. When the note was written, and sent off, he came and put his hand caressingly on Osborne's shoulder, as he sate pretending to read, but in reality vexed with both his father and his brother, though on very different grounds. "How go the poems, old fellow? I hope they're nearly ready to bring out." "No, they're not; and if it weren't for the money, I shouldn't care if they were never published. What's the use of fame, if one mayn't reap the fruits of it?" "Come, now, we'll have no more of that; let's talk about the money. I shall be going up for my Fellowship examination next week, and then we'll have a purse in common, for they'll never think of not giving me a Fellowship now I'm senior wrangler. I'm short enough myself at present, and I don't like to bother my father; but when I'm Fellow, you shall take me down to Winchester, and introduce me to the little wife." "It will be a month next Monday since I left her," said Osborne, laying down his papers and gazing into the fire, as if by so doing he could call up her image. "In her letter this morning she bids me give you such a pretty message. It won't bear translating into English; you must read it for yourself," continued he, pointing out a line or two in a letter he drew from his pocket. Roger suspected that one or two of the words were wrongly spelt; but their purport was so gentle and loving, and had such a touch of simple, respectful gratitude in them, that he could not help being drawn afresh to the little unseen sister-in-law, whose acquaintance Osborne had made by helping her to look for some missing article of the children's, whom she was taking for their daily walk in Hyde Park. For Mrs. Osborne Hamley had been nothing more than a French , very pretty, very graceful, and very much tyrannized over by the rough little boys and girls she had in charge. She was a little orphan girl, who had charmed the heads of a travelling English family, as she had brought madame some articles of lingerie at an hotel; and she had been hastily engaged by them as to their children, partly as a pet and plaything herself, partly because it would be so good for the children to learn French from a native (of Alsace!). By-and-by her mistress ceased to take any particular notice of Aimée in the bustle of London and London gaiety; but though feeling more and more forlorn in a strange land every day, the French girl strove hard to do her duty. One touch of kindness, however, was enough to set the fountain gushing; and she and Osborne naturally fell into an ideal state of love, to be rudely disturbed by the indignation of the mother, when accident discovered to her the attachment existing between her children's and a young man of an entirely different class. Aimée answered truly to all her mistress's questions; but no worldly wisdom, nor any lesson to be learnt from another's experience, could in the least disturb her entire faith in her lover. Perhaps Mrs. Townshend did no more than her duty in immediately sending Aimée back to Metz, where she had first met with her, and where such relations as remained to the girl might be supposed to be residing. But, altogether, she knew so little of the kind of people or life to which she was consigning her deposed protégée that Osborne, after listening with impatient indignation to the lecture which Mrs. Townshend gave him when he insisted on seeing her in order to learn what had become of his love, that the young man set off straight for Metz in hot haste, and did not let the grass grow under his feet until he had made Aimée his wife. All this had occurred the previous autumn, and Roger did not know of the step his brother had taken until it was irrevocable. Then came the mother's death, which, besides the simplicity of its own overwhelming sorrow, brought with it the loss of the kind, tender mediatrix, who could always soften and turn his father's heart. It is doubtful, however, if even she could have succeeded in this, for the Squire looked high, and over high, for the wife of his heir; he detested all foreigners, and overmore held all Roman Catholics in dread and abomination something akin to our ancestors' hatred of witchcraft. All these prejudices were strengthened by his grief. Argument would always have glanced harmless away off his shield of utter unreason; but a loving impulse, in a happy moment, might have softened his heart to what he most detested in the former days. But the happy moments came not now, and the loving impulses were trodden down by the bitterness of his frequent remorse, not less than by his growing irritability; so Aimée lived solitary in the little cottage near Winchester in which Osborne had installed her when she first came to England as his wife, and in the dainty furnishing of which he had run himself so deeply into debt. For Osborne consulted his own fastidious taste in his purchases rather than her simple childlike wishes and wants, and looked upon the little Frenchwoman rather as the future mistress of Hamley Hall than as the wife of a man who was wholly dependent on others at present. He had chosen a southern county as being far removed from those midland shires where the name of Hamley of Hamley was well and widely known; for he did not wish his wife to assume, if only for a time, a name which was not justly and legally her own. In all these arrangements he had willingly striven to do his full duty by her; and she repaid him with passionate devotion and admiring reverence. If his vanity had met with a check, or his worthy desires for college honours had been disappointed, he knew where to go for a comforter; one who poured out praise till her words were choked in her throat by the rapidity of her thoughts, and who poured out the small vials of her indignation on every one who did not acknowledge and bow down to her husband's merits. If she ever wished to go to the château—that was his home—and to be introduced to his family, Aimée never hinted a word of it to him. Only she did yearn, and she did plead, for a little more of her husband's company; and the good reasons which had convinced her of the necessity of his being so much away when he was present to urge them, failed in their efficacy when she tried to reproduce them to herself in his absence. bonne bonne bonne The afternoon of the day on which Lord Hollingford called Roger was going upstairs, three steps at a time, when, at a turn on the landing, he encountered his father. It was the first time he had seen him since their conversation about the Towers' invitation to dinner. The Squire stopped his son by standing right in the middle of the passage. "Thou'rt going to meet the mounseer, my lad?" said he, half as affirmation, half as question. "No, sir; I sent off James almost immediately with a note declining it. I don't care about it—that's to say, not to signify." "Why did you take me up so sharp, Roger?" said his father pettishly. "You all take me up so hastily now-a-days. I think it's hard when a man mustn't be allowed a bit of crossness when he's tired and heavy at heart—that I do." "But, father, I should never like to go to a house where they had slighted you." "Nay, nay, lad," said the Squire, brightening up a little; "I think I slighted them. They asked me to dinner, after my lord was made lieutenant, time after time, but I never would go near 'em. I call that my slighting them." And no more was said at the time; but the next day the Squire again stopped Roger. "I've been making Jem try on his livery-coat that he hasn't worn this three or four years,—he's got too stout for it now." "Well, he needn't wear it, need he? and Morgan's lad will be glad enough of it,—he's sadly in want of clothes." "Ay, ay; but who's to go with you when you call at the Towers? It's but polite to call after Lord What's-his-name has taken the trouble to come here; and I shouldn't like you to go without a groom." "My dear father! I shouldn't know what to do with a man riding at my back. I can find my way to the stable-yard for myself, or there'll be some man about to take my horse. Don't trouble yourself about that." "Well, you're not Osborne, to be sure. Perhaps it won't strike 'em as strange for you. But you must look up, and hold your own, and remember you're one of the Hamleys, who've been on the same land for hundreds of years, while they're but trumpery Whig folk who only came into the county in Queen Anne's time." About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell (2003). Wives and Daughters. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/4274/pg4274-images.html This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at , located at . www.gutenberg.org https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html

FATHER AND SONS.

The Way We Live Now by Anthony Trollope, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book . JOHN CRUMB FALLS INTO TROUBLE here JOHN CRUMB FALLS INTO TROUBLE. It was on a Friday evening, an inauspicious Friday, that poor Ruby Ruggles had insisted on leaving the security of her Aunt Pipkin's house with her aristocratic and vicious lover, in spite of the positive assurance made to her by Mrs. Pipkin that if she went forth in such company she should not be allowed to return. "Of course you must let her in," Mrs. Hurtle had said soon after the girl's departure. Whereupon Mrs. Pipkin had cried. She knew her own softness too well to suppose it to be possible that she could keep the girl out in the streets all night; but yet it was hard upon her, very hard, that she should be so troubled. "We usen't to have our ways like that when I was young," she said, sobbing. What was to be the end of it? Was she to be forced by circumstances to keep the girl always there, let the girl's conduct be what it might? Nevertheless she acknowledged that Ruby must be let in when she came back. Then, about nine o'clock, John Crumb came; and the latter part of the evening was more melancholy even than the first. It was impossible to conceal the truth from John Crumb. Mrs. Hurtle saw the poor man and told the story in Mrs. Pipkin's presence. "She's headstrong, Mr. Crumb," said Mrs. Hurtle. "She is that, ma'am. And it was along wi' the baro-nite she went?" "It was so, Mr. Crumb." "Baro-nite! Well;—perhaps I shall catch him some of these days;—went to dinner wi' him, did she? Didn't she have no dinner here?" Then Mrs. Pipkin spoke up with a keen sense of offence. Ruby Ruggles had had as wholesome a dinner as any young woman in London,—a bullock's heart and potatoes,—just as much as ever she had pleased to eat of it. Mrs. Pipkin could tell Mr. Crumb that there was "no starvation nor yet no stint in her house." John Crumb immediately produced a very thick and admirably useful blue cloth cloak, which he had brought up with him to London from Bungay, as a present to the woman who had been good to his Ruby. He assured her that he did not doubt that her victuals were good and plentiful, and went on to say that he had made bold to bring her a trifle out of respect. It was some little time before Mrs. Pipkin would allow herself to be appeased;—but at last she permitted the garment to be placed on her shoulders. But it was done after a melancholy fashion. There was no smiling consciousness of the bestowal of joy on the countenance of the donor as he gave it, no exuberance of thanks from the recipient as she received it. Mrs. Hurtle, standing by, declared it to be perfect;—but the occasion was one which admitted of no delight. "It's very good of you, Mr. Crumb, to think of an old woman like me,—particularly when you've such a deal of trouble with a young 'un." "It's like the smut in the wheat, Mrs. Pipkin, or the d'sease in the 'tatoes;—it has to be put up with, I suppose. Is she very partial, ma'am, to that young baro-nite?" This question was asked of Mrs. Hurtle. "Just a fancy for the time, Mr. Crumb," said the lady. "They never thinks as how their fancies may well-nigh half kill a man!" Then he was silent for awhile, sitting back in his chair, not moving a limb, with his eyes fastened on Mrs. Pipkin's ceiling. Mrs. Hurtle had some work in her hand, and sat watching him. The man was to her an extraordinary being,—so constant, so slow, so unexpressive, so unlike her own countrymen,—willing to endure so much, and at the same time so warm in his affections! "Sir Felix Carbury!" he said. "I'll Sir Felix him some of these days. If it was only dinner, wouldn't she be back afore this, ma'am?" "I suppose they've gone to some place of amusement," said Mrs. Hurtle. "Like enough," said John Crumb in a low voice. "She's that mad after dancing as never was," said Mrs. Pipkin. "And where is it as 'em dances?" asked Crumb, getting up from his chair, and stretching himself. It was evident to both the ladies that he was beginning to think that he would follow Ruby to the music hall. Neither of them answered him, however, and then he sat down again. "Does 'em dance all night at them places, Mrs. Pipkin?" "They do pretty nearly all that they oughtn't to do," said Mrs. Pipkin. John Crumb raised one of his fists, brought it down heavily on the palm of his other hand, and then again sat silent for awhile. "I never knowed as she was fond o' dancing," he said. "I'd a had dancing for her down at Bungay,—just as ready as anything. D'ye think, ma'am, it's the dancing she's after, or the baro-nite?" This was another appeal to Mrs. Hurtle. "I suppose they go together," said the lady. Then there was another long pause, at the end of which poor John Crumb burst out with some violence. "Domn him! Domn him! What 'ad I ever dun to him? Nothing! Did I ever interfere wi' him? Never! But I wull. I wull. I wouldn't wonder but I'll swing for this at Bury!" "Oh, Mr. Crumb, don't talk like that," said Mrs. Pipkin. "Mr. Crumb is a little disturbed, but he'll get over it presently," said Mrs. Hurtle. "She's a nasty slut to go and treat a young man as she's treating you," said Mrs. Pipkin. "No, ma'am;—she ain't nasty," said the lover. "But she's crou'll—horrid crou'll. It's no more use my going down about meal and pollard, nor business, and she up here with that baro-nite,—no, no more nor nothin'! When I handles it I don't know whether its middlings nor nothin' else. If I was to twist his neck, ma'am, would you take it on yourself to say as I was wrong?" "I'd sooner hear that you had taken the girl away from him," said Mrs. Hurtle. "I could pretty well eat him,—that's what I could. Half past eleven; is it? She must come some time, mustn't she?" Mrs. Pipkin, who did not want to burn candles all night long, declared that she could give no assurance on that head. If Ruby did come, she should, on that night, be admitted. But Mrs. Pipkin thought that it would be better to get up and let her in than to sit up for her. Poor Mr. Crumb did not at once take the hint, and remained there for another half-hour, saying little, but waiting with the hope that Ruby might come. But when the clock struck twelve he was told that he must go. Then he slowly collected his limbs and dragged them out of the house. "That young man is a good fellow," said Mrs. Hurtle as soon as the door was closed. "A deal too good for Ruby Ruggles," said Mrs. Pipkin. "And he can maintain a wife. Mr. Carbury says as he's as well to do as any tradesman down in them parts." Mrs. Hurtle disliked the name of Mr. Carbury, and took this last statement as no evidence in John Crumb's favour. "I don't know that I think better of the man for having Mr. Carbury's friendship," she said. "Mr. Carbury ain't any way like his cousin, Mrs. Hurtle." "I don't think much of any of the Carburys, Mrs. Pipkin. It seems to me that everybody here is either too humble or too overbearing. Nobody seems content to stand firm on his own footing and interfere with nobody else." This was all Greek to poor Mrs. Pipkin. "I suppose we may as well go to bed now. When that girl comes and knocks, of course we must let her in. If I hear her, I'll go down and open the door for her." Mrs. Pipkin made very many apologies to her lodger for the condition of her household. She would remain up herself to answer the door at the first sound, so that Mrs. Hurtle should not be disturbed. She would do her best to prevent any further annoyance. She trusted Mrs. Hurtle would see that she was endeavouring to do her duty by the naughty wicked girl. And then she came round to the point of her discourse. She hoped that Mrs. Hurtle would not be induced to quit the rooms by these disagreeable occurrences. "I don't mind saying it now, Mrs. Hurtle, but your being here is ever so much to me. I ain't nothing to depend on,—only lodgers, and them as is any good is so hard to get!" The poor woman hardly understood Mrs. Hurtle, who, as a lodger, was certainly peculiar. She cared nothing for disturbances, and rather liked than otherwise the task of endeavouring to assist in the salvation of Ruby. Mrs. Hurtle begged that Mrs. Pipkin would go to bed. She would not be in the least annoyed by the knocking. Another half-hour had thus been passed by the two ladies in the parlour after Crumb's departure. Then Mrs. Hurtle took her candle and had ascended the stairs half way to her own sitting-room, when a loud double knock was heard. She immediately joined Mrs. Pipkin in the passage. The door was opened, and there stood Ruby Ruggles, John Crumb, and two policemen! Ruby rushed in, and casting herself on to one of the stairs began to throw her hands about, and to howl piteously. "Laws a mercy; what is it?" asked Mrs. Pipkin. "He's been and murdered him!" screamed Ruby. "He has! He's been and murdered him!" "This young woman is living here;—is she?" asked one of the policemen. "She is living here," said Mrs. Hurtle. But now we must go back to the adventures of John Crumb after he had left the house. He had taken a bedroom at a small inn close to the Eastern Counties Railway Station which he was accustomed to frequent when business brought him up to London, and thither he proposed to himself to return. At one time there had come upon him an idea that he would endeavour to seek Ruby and his enemy among the dancing saloons of the metropolis; and he had asked a question with that view. But no answer had been given which seemed to aid him in his project, and his purpose had been abandoned as being too complex and requiring more intelligence than he gave himself credit for possessing. So he had turned down a street with which he was so far acquainted as to know that it would take him to the Islington Angel,—where various roads meet, and whence he would know his way eastwards. He had just passed the Angel, and the end of Goswell Road, and was standing with his mouth open, looking about, trying to make certain of himself that he would not go wrong, thinking that he would ask a policeman whom he saw, and hesitating because he feared that the man would want to know his business. Then, of a sudden, he heard a woman scream, and knew that it was Ruby's voice. The sound was very near him, but in the glimmer of the gaslight he could not quite see whence it came. He stood still, putting his hand up to scratch his head under his hat,—trying to think what, in such an emergency, it would be well that he should do. Then he heard the voice distinctly, "I won't;—I won't," and after that a scream. Then there were further words. "It's no good—I won't." At last he was able to make up his mind. He rushed after the sound, and turning down a passage to the right which led back into Goswell Road, saw Ruby struggling in a man's arms. She had left the dancing establishment with her lover; and when they had come to the turn of the passage, there had arisen a question as to her further destiny for the night. Ruby, though she well remembered Mrs. Pipkin's threats, was minded to try her chance at her aunt's door. Sir Felix was of opinion that he could make a preferable arrangement for her; and as Ruby was not at once amenable to his arguments he had thought that a little gentle force might avail him. He had therefore dragged Ruby into the passage. The unfortunate one! That so ill a chance should have come upon him in the midst of his diversion! He had swallowed several tumblers of brandy and water, and was therefore brave with reference to that interference of the police, the fear of which might otherwise have induced him to relinquish his hold of Ruby's arm when she first raised her voice. But what amount of brandy and water would have enabled him to persevere, could he have dreamed that John Crumb was near him? On a sudden he found a hand on his coat, and he was swung violently away, and brought with his back against the railings so forcibly as to have the breath almost knocked out of his body. But he could hear Ruby's exclamation, "If it isn't John Crumb!" Then there came upon him a sense of coming destruction, as though the world for him were all over; and, collapsing throughout his limbs, he slunk down upon the ground. "Get up, you wiper," said John Crumb. But the baronet thought it better to cling to the ground. "You sholl get up," said John, taking him by the collar of his coat and lifting him. "Now, Ruby, he's a-going to have it," said John. Whereupon Ruby screamed at the top of her voice, with a shriek very much louder than that which had at first attracted John Crumb's notice. "Don't hit a man when he's down," said the baronet, pleading as though for his life. "I wunt," said John;—"but I'll hit a fellow when 'un's up." Sir Felix was little more than a child in the man's arms. John Crumb raised him, and catching him round the neck with his left arm,—getting his head into chancery as we used to say when we fought at school,—struck the poor wretch some half-dozen times violently in the face, not knowing or caring exactly where he hit him, but at every blow obliterating a feature. And he would have continued had not Ruby flown at him and rescued Sir Felix from his arms. "He's about got enough of it," said John Crumb as he gave over his work. Then Sir Felix fell again to the ground, moaning fearfully. "I know'd he'd have to have it," said John Crumb. Ruby's screams of course brought the police, one arriving from each end of the passage on the scene of action at the same time. And now the cruellest thing of all was that Ruby in the complaints which she made to the policemen said not a word against Sir Felix, but was as bitter as she knew how to be in her denunciations of John Crumb. It was in vain that John endeavoured to make the man understand that the young woman had been crying out for protection when he had interfered. Ruby was very quick of speech and John Crumb was very slow. Ruby swore that nothing so horrible, so cruel, so bloodthirsty had ever been done before. Sir Felix himself when appealed to could say nothing. He could only moan and make futile efforts to wipe away the stream of blood from his face when the men stood him up leaning against the railings. And John, though he endeavoured to make the policemen comprehend the extent of the wickedness of the young baronet, would not say a word against Ruby. He was not even in the least angered by her denunciations of himself. As he himself said sometimes afterwards, he had "dropped into the baro-nite" just in time, and, having been successful in this, felt no wrath against Ruby for having made such an operation necessary. There was soon a third policeman on the spot, and a dozen other persons,—cab-drivers, haunters of the street by night, and houseless wanderers, casuals who at this season of the year preferred the pavements to the poor-house wards. They all took part against John Crumb. Why had the big man interfered between the young woman and her young man? Two or three of them wiped Sir Felix's face, and dabbed his eyes, and proposed this and the other remedy. Some thought that he had better be taken straight to an hospital. One lady remarked that he was "so mashed and mauled" that she was sure he would never "come to" again. A precocious youth remarked that he was "all one as a dead 'un." A cabman observed that he had "'ad it awful 'eavy." To all these criticisms on his condition Sir Felix himself made no direct reply, but he intimated his desire to be carried away somewhere, though he did not much care whither. At last the policemen among them decided upon a course of action. They had learned by the united testimony of Ruby and Crumb that Sir Felix was Sir Felix. He was to be carried in a cab by one constable to Bartholomew Hospital, who would then take his address so that he might be produced and bound over to prosecute. Ruby should be even conducted to the address she gave,—not half a mile from the spot on which they now stood,—and be left there or not according to the account which might be given of her. John Crumb must be undoubtedly locked up in the station-house. He was the offender;—for aught that any of them yet knew, the murderer. No one said a good word for him. He hardly said a good word for himself, and certainly made no objection to the treatment that had been proposed for him. But, no doubt, he was buoyed up inwardly by the conviction that he had thoroughly thrashed his enemy. Thus it came to pass that the two policemen with John Crumb and Ruby came together to Mrs. Pipkin's door. Ruby was still loud with complaints against the ruffian who had beaten her lover,—who, perhaps, had killed her loved one. She threatened the gallows, and handcuffs, and perpetual imprisonment, and an action for damages amidst her lamentations. But from Mrs. Hurtle the policemen did manage to learn something of the truth. Oh yes;—the girl lived there and was—respectable. This man whom they had arrested was respectable also, and was the girl's proper lover. The other man who had been beaten was undoubtedly the owner of a title; but he was not respectable, and was only the girl's improper lover. And John Crumb's name was given. "I'm John Crumb of Bungay," said he, "and I ain't afeared of nothin' nor nobody. And I ain't a been a drinking; no, I ain't. Mauled 'un! In course I've mauled 'un. And I meaned it. That ere young woman is engaged to be my wife." "No, I ain't," shouted Ruby. "But she is," persisted John Crumb. "Well then, I never will," rejoined Ruby. John Crumb turned upon her a look of love, and put his hand on his heart. Whereupon the senior policeman said that he saw at a glance how it all was, but that Mr. Crumb had better come along with him,—just for the present. To this arrangement the unfortunate hero from Bungay made not the slightest objection. "Miss Ruggles," said Mrs. Hurtle, "if that young man doesn't conquer you at last you can't have a heart in your bosom." "Indeed and I have then, and I don't mean to give it him if it's ever so. He's been and killed Sir Felix." Mrs. Hurtle in a whisper to Mrs. Pipkin expressed a wicked wish that it might be so. After that the three women all went to bed. About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. Anthony Trollope (2004). The Way We Live Now. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved October 2022 https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/5231/pg5231-images.html This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at , located at . www.gutenberg.org https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html

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