But perhaps the best thing I can do is to tell you the legend of Solomon's Mines as I know it, you passing your word not to reveal anything I tell you without my permission.
It was such a man as this who first told me the legend of Solomon's Mines, now a matter of nearly thirty years ago.
But in this conclusion they were at one with Solomon and Jane; also, some nephews, nieces, and cousins, arguing with still greater subtilty as to what might be done by a man able to "will away" his property and give himself large treats of oddity, felt in a handsome sort of way that there was a family interest to be attended to, and thought of Stone Court as a place which it would be nothing but right for them to visit.
He chose the kitchen-corner, partly because he liked it best, and partly because he did not want to sit with Solomon, concerning whom he had a strong brotherly opinion.
"Look at your night-gown, if you don't believe me," Solomon said, and with staring eyes Peter looked at his night-gown, and then at the sleeping birds.
"How many of your toes are thumbs?" said Solomon a little cruelly, and Peter saw to his consternation, that all his toes were fingers.
"Don't call me Solomon. Do you want to be the death of me?" asked the man, in a furtive, frightened way.
"Then hold your meddlesome tongue," said Solomon, "and come out, if you want to speak to me.
Every where about the Mosque of Omar are portions of pillars, curiously wrought altars, and fragments of elegantly carved marble--precious remains of Solomon's Temple.
It is pleasant to know we are disappointed, in that we never dreamed we might see portions of the actual Temple of Solomon, and yet experience no shadow of suspicion that they were a monkish humbug and a fraud.
'If you ever find Solomon
's ring and get possession of it, then come back to me, that I may explain the inscription on the ring to you, for there is no one else in the world who can do this.'
Rout (frequently alluded to as Long Sol, Old Sol, or Father Rout), from finding himself almost invariably the tallest man on board every ship he joined, had acquired the habit of a stooping, leisurely condescension.
It was Bacon's fancy of Solomon
's House which led men to found this Society.
Bob obeyed, and Solomon
walked in, fiddling as he walked, for he would on no account break off in the middle of a tune.
'Cobb,' said Solomon
Daisy, dropping his voice and appealing to the post-office keeper; 'what day of the month is this?'