On the Friday
evening before, as she was being driven back to the farm for the week-end by one of the hired men, she had on an impulse done a thing that had startled her, and as John Hardy stood in the darkness below and called her name softly and insis- tently, she walked about in her room and wondered what new impulse had led her to commit so ridicu- lous an act.
After this long digression we have now arrived once more at the point where Pudd'nhead Wilson, while waiting for the arrival of the twins on that same Friday
evening, sat puzzling over the strange apparition of that morning--a girl in young Tom Driscoll's bedroom; fretting, and guessing, and puzzling over it, and wondering who the shameless creature might be.
Sometimes she said whatever "piece" she was going to speak on the next Friday
And so she is to come to us next Friday
or Saturday, and the Campbells leave town in their way to Holyhead the Monday following as you will find from Jane's letter.
So the guard of the Dover mail thought to himself, that Friday
night in November, one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five, lumbering up Shooter's Hill, as he stood on his own particular perch behind the mail, beating his feet, and keeping an eye and a hand on the arm-chest before him, where a loaded blunderbuss lay at the top of six or eight loaded horse-pistols, deposited on a substratum of cutlass.
There goes Friday
, running for his life to the little creek.
To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday
, at twelve o'clock at night.
So, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, passed; and on Friday
morning I went to Mr.
This was on a Friday
morning, early--just as it was getting light.
Reached Turin by Mont Cenis, Friday
, October 4th, at 6.
I expected to finish it on Friday
, but on Friday
, when the putting together was nearly done, I found that one of the nickel bars was exactly one inch too short, and this I had to get remade; so that the thing was not complete until this morning.
If on Friday
night you had taken a pair of compasses and drawn a circle with a radius of five miles round the Woking sand pits, I doubt if you would have had one human being outside it, unless it were some relation of Stent or of the three or four cyclists or London people lying dead on the common, whose emotions or habits were at all affected by the new-comers.