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On a September night in 1974, the wet season was closing down and an encore of rain washed the streets of Monrovia, Liberia; a torrent of sky and trash--discarded slippers, supine roaches, maybe a lost crab. The rain stopped as abruptly as it started, as if a conductor had pressed his fingers together and cut the thundering chords, and then a film of humidity stretched over the city, steaming the downtown party strip that ran from Carey Street to Broad and Gurley. That night, The Maze--a small discotheque on Mechlin Street--was cramped. Some fifty people, a cut of high society, had gathered despite the weather; women in draped dresses, men in suits with pocket squares and bow ties. Nina Simone arrived at midnight, giddy on champagne and in the arms of a Liberian date. By then the umbrellas in the corner had long dried and a mirror ball was sending out spots of light, bleaching the red velour curtains over and over. The speakers rang with imported soul and disco: James Brown, The Temptations, twelve-inch records from labels like Motown's Gordy and Stax. Living for the City. Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing. Not long after Simone walked in, something got to her--the place or the drink, surely--and throwing her head back in laughter, she unfastened the button at her nape, peeled off her dress, and, as the men at the bar clapped and hollered, she danced until sun up, only putting her dress back on to leave. I found another piece, a videotape.
But my desire to cook was not simply a reaction to being a student. It also expressed an aesthetic ideal. My first glimpse of this ideal came just before the start of my second year at university, when I ate a meal at Pied ? Terre, a London restaurant with a Michelin star. It was a revelation. I had never imagined that such sublime concoctions could be conjured up from everyday ingredients. I still clearly remember my starter. It was a dish of roasted monkfish resting in a frothy, pea-green sauce. The fish pieces surrounded a ball of steamed crab, wrapped in a cabbage leaf. When this parcel was punctured, the saltiness of the crab spread through the sauce, overriding its sweet, mild accents with the pungent taste of the sea. I finished that meal wanting to prostrate myself, weeping, at the feet of the chef who had made it. I felt warm and airy for days afterwards.
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After Aaron's death the march was continued southward; but when the Israelites approached the head of the Akabah; at the southernmost point of the Edomitish territory, they again murmured by reason of the roughness of the way, and many perished by the bite of venomous serpents (Nu 20:22-21:9). The passage (Nu 21:1-3) which speaks of the Canaanitish king of Arad as coming out against the Israelites is clearly out of place, standing as it does after the mention of Aaron's death on Mount Hor. Arad is in the south of Palestine. The attack, therefore, must have been made while the people were yet in the neighborhood of Kadesh. The mention of Hormah also shows that this must have been the case (Nu 14:45). It is on this second occasion that the name of Hormah is said to have been given. Either therefore it is used proleptically in 14:45, or there is some confusion in the narrative. What "the way of Atharim" (A. V. "the way of the spies") was, we have no certain means now of ascertaining. SEE EXODE.
HOLYWELL STREET was once noted only as a mart for second-hand clothing, andbooksellers' shops [-319-] dealing in indecentprints and volumes. The reputation it thus acquired was not a very creditableone. Time has, however, included Holywell Street in the clauses ofits Reform Bill. Several highly respectable booksellers and publishers havelocated themselves in the place that once deserved no better denomination thanRag Fair. The unprincipled venders of demoralizing books and pictures have, withfew exceptions, migrated into Wych Street or Drury Lane; and even the two orthree that pertinaciously cling to their old temples of infamy in HolywellStreet, seem to be aware of the incursions of respectability into that oncenotorious thoroughfare, and cease to outrage decency by the display of vileobscenities in their windows. The reputation of Holywell Street has now ceased to be aby-word: it is respectable ; and, as a mart for the sale of literary wares,threatens to rival Paternoster Row. It is curious to observe that, while butchers, tailors,linen-drapers, tallow-manufacturers, and toy-venders, are gradually dislodgingthe booksellers of Paternoster Row, and thus changing the once exclusive natureof this famous street into one of general features, the booksellers, on theother hand, are gradually ousting the old clothes dealers of Holywell Street. As the progress of the American colonist towards the far-westdrives before it the aboriginal inhabitants, so do the inroads of thebibliopoles menace the Israelites of Holywell Street with total extinction. Paternoster Row and Holywell Street are both toeing theirprimitive features: the former is becoming a mart of miscellaneous trades ; thelatter is rising into a bazaar of booksellers. Already has Holywell Street progressed far towards thisconsummation. On the southern side of the thoroughfare scarcely a clothes shopremains; and those on the opposite side wear a dirty and miserably dilapidatedappearance. The huge masks, which denote the warehouse where masquerading andfancy-attire may be procured on sale or hire, seem to "grin horribly aghastly smile," as if they knew that their occupation was all but gone. Thered-haired ladies who stand at their doors beneath a canopy of grey trouserswith black seats, and blue coats with brown elbows - a distant imitation ofJoseph's garment of many colours - seem dispirited and care-worn, and no longerwatch, with the delighted eyes of maternal affection, their promising offspringplaying in the gutters. Their glances are turned towards the east - a sure signthat they meditate an early migration to the pleasant regions which touch uponthe Minories. Holywell Street is now a thoroughfare which no one can decryon the score of reputation: it is, however, impossible to deny that, were thesouthern range of houses pulled down, the Strand would reap an immenseadvantage, and a fine road would be opened from the New Church to Saint ClementDanes. It was about half-past seven in the evening that EllenMonroe, dressed in the most simple manner, and enveloped in a large cloak,entered Holywell Street. Her countenance was pale ; but its expression was one ofresolution and firmness. She walked slowly along from the west end of the streettowards the eastern extremity, glancing anxiously upon the countenances of thosetraders who stood in front of the second-hand clothes shops. At length she beheld a female - one of the identical ladieswith red hair above alluded to - standing on the threshold of one of thosewarehouses. Ellen looked upwards, and perceived all kinds of articles ofmale attire suspended over the head of this female, and swinging backwards andforwards, like so many men hanging, upon the shop-front. Ellen paused - glanced wistfully at the Jewess, and appearedto hesitate. Her manner was so peculiar, that, although the clothesvenders do not usually solicit the custom at females, the Jewess immediatelyexclaimed in a sharp under-tone, "Sell or buy, ma'am?" Ellen turned, without another moment's hesitation, into theshop. " I wish to purchase a complete suit of male attire -for myself," said Miss Monroe. "Serve me quickly - and we shall notdispute about the price." These last words denoted a customer of precisely the naturethat was most agreeable to the Jewess. She accordingly bustled about her,ransacked drawers and cupboards, and spread such a quantity of coats, trousers,and waistcoats, before Ellen, that the young lady was quite bewildered. "Select me a good suit which you think will fitme," said Miss Monroe, after a moment's hesitation; "and allow me totry it on in a private room." "Certainly, ma am," answered the Jewess; and,having looked out a suit, she conducted Ellen up stairs into her ownsleeping-apartment. "And now I require a hat and a pair of boots," saidEllen ;-" in a word, every thing suitable to form a complete male disguise.I am going to a masquerade," she added, with a smile. The Jewess made no reply: it did not concern her, if hercustomer chose to metamorphose herself, so long as she was paid; and seaccordingly hastened to supply all the remaining apparel necessary to completethe disguise. She then left Ellen to dress herself at leisure. And soonthat charming form was clothed in the raiment of the other sex: those delicatefeet and ankles were encased in heavy boots; thick blue trousers hampered thelimbs lately so supple in the voluptuous dance; a coarse shirt and faded silkwaistcoat imprisoned the lovely bosom; a collar and black neckcloth concealedthe swan-like neck and dazzling whiteness of the throat; and a capacious frockcoat concealed the admirable symmetry of the faultless figure. The hair was thengathered up in a manner which would not betray the sex of the wearer of thosecoarse habiliments, especially when the disguise was aided by the darkness ofthe night, and when that luxuriant mass was covered with the broad-brimmed andsomewhat slouching hat which the Jewess had provided for the purpose. Ellen's toilette was thus completed, and she then descendedto the shop. The Jewess - perhaps not altogether accustomed to suchoccurrences - made no comment, and took no impertinent notice of themetamorphosed lady. She contented herself with asking a handsome price for theclothes and accommodation afforded; - and Ellen paid the sum without a murmur,merely observing that she should send for her own apparel next day. Miss Monroe then left the shop, and issued from HolywellStreet just as the church clocks in the neighbourhood struck eight. The reader has, doubtless, seen enough of the character to bewell aware that she had acquired a considerable amount of fortitude andself-possession from the various circumstances in which she has[-320-] been placed: she was not, therefore, now likely to betray anydiffidence or timidity as she threaded, in male attire, the crowded streets ofthe metropolis. She threw into her gait as much assurance as possible; and thus,without exciting any particular notice, she pursued her way towards the easterndistricts of the great city. The weather was cold and damp; but the rain, which had fallenin torrents the day before, had apparently expended its rage for a shortinterval. A sharp wind, however, swept through the streets; and Ellen pitied thepoor shivering, half-naked wretches, whom she saw huddling upon steps, orcrouching beneath archways, as she passed along. Ellen walked rapidly, and having gained Bishopsgate Street,proceeded as far as the terminus of the Eastern Counties Railway. There she halted, and glanced anxiously around her. In a few minutes, a tall man, wrapped up an a large cloak,came up to the spot where she was standing. "Is that you, Filippo?" said Ellen. "Yes, Miss; I am here in obedience to yourcommands," returned Mr. Greenwood's Italian valet. "I promised yourservant yesterday evening that I would be punctual to the hour - half-past eight- to-night; and I have kept my word." "I owe you a debt of gratitude, which I never shall beable to repay," said Ellen. "Your generous behaviour towards me on aformer occasion emboldened me to write to you when I required a friend. I toldyou in my note not to be surprised if you should find me disguised in maleattire; I moreover requested you to arm yourself with pistols. Have you compliedwith this desire on my part? " "I have, Miss," answered Filippo. "Conceivingit to be impossible that you could wish me to aid you in any dishonourableservice, I have attended to your commands in every respect. I mentioned to youwhen we last met that my mission to England is from a lady now enjoying asovereign rank, and that it is devoted to good and liberal purposes. Under thosecircumstances, I am ready to assist you in any manner consistent with my ownprinciples and with the real objects of my mission." "You will this night be the means of rendering anessential service to a fellow-creature," said Ellen, in an impressive tone."A foul conspiracy against him, - whether to take his life or for otherpurposes of villany, I know not, - has been devised; and he has blindly falleninto the snare that has been spread for him. At ten o'clock he is to attend anappointment on the banks of the canal at a place called Twig Folly. We mustproceed thither: we must watch at a little distance; and, if need be, we mustinterpose to save him." "A more simple plan, Miss," said the Italian,"would be to warn this individual of his danger." "I have done so; but he will not believe that treacheryis intended," returned Ellen. "Then another effectual manner to counteract the designsof villains in such a case is to obtain the assistance of the police." "No, Filippo; such a proceeding would lead to inquiriesand investigations whence would transpire circumstances that must not be madeknown." "Miss Monroe, this proceeding on your part is somysterious, that I hesitate whether to accompany you further," said theItalian. While thus conversing, they had pursued their way, Ellenbeing the guide, along Church Street into the Bethnal Green Road. "Come with me - do not hesitate - I implore you,"exclaimed Ellen. " If you persist in penetrating my motives for acting inthis strange manner, I will tell you all, rather than you should retreat at amoment when it is too late for me to obtain other succour. And be your resolveas it may," added Ellen, hastily, "nothing shall induce me to turnback. Desert me - abandon me if you will, Filippo - but, in the name of everything sacred, lend me the weapons which you carry with you." The Italian made no reply for some moments, but continued towalk rapidly along by the side of the disguised lady. "I will believe, Miss Monroe," he said, at length,"that your motives are excellent; but are you well advised?" "Listen," exclaimed Ellen. "The individual,whose life we may perhaps this night save, is Richard Markham - the generousyoung man who has been a son to my father, and a brother to myself." "I have heard Mr. Greenwood mention his name manytimes," observed Filippo. "He believes that he is to meet his brother, from whomhe has been for many years separated, this night on the banks of thecanal," continued Ellen. - "For certain reasons I know most positivelythat the idea of such an appointment can only be a plot on the part of someenemies of Richard Markham. And yet I dared not communicate those reasons to him- Oh! no," added Ellen, with a shudder, "that was impossible -impossible!" "I do not seek to penetrate further into your secrets,Miss," said Filippo, struck by the earnestness of the young lady's manner,and naturally inclined to admire the heroism of her character, a developed bythe proceeding in which he was now bearing a part. "And the necessity of keeping those certain reasonsa profound secret," continued Ellen, "has also prevented me fromprocuring the intervention of the police. In the same way, should the result ofour present expedition introduce you to the notice of Mr. Markham, it would benecessary for you to retain as a profound secret who you are - how you came toaccompany me - and especially your connexion with Mr. Greenwood. Not for worldsmust the name of Greenwood be mentioned in the presence of Richard Markham! Ifit should be necessary to enter into explanations with him, leave that task tome ; and contradict nothing that you may hear me state. I have my motives forall I do and all I say - motives so grave, so important, that, did you know themall, you would applaud and not doubt me. And now are you satisfied?" "Perfectly," returned Filippo : "I will notask another question, nor hesitate another moment." "My everlasting gratitude is your due," said Ellen."And now, one more favour have I to ask." "Name it," answered the Italian. "Give me one of your pistols." "But, Miss Monroe —" "Pray do not refuse me! I am not a coward; and I must inform you that I learntto fire a pistol at the theatre." The Italian handed the young lady one of his loaded weapons. She concealed it beneath the breast of her coat; - and her heart palpitatedwith pride and satisfaction. Ellen and the Italian then quickened their pace, and proceeded rapidlytowards Globe Town. 2ff7e9595c
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