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My snow-white blouse was soiled and greasy, and for the rest of the day I was a disagreeable compound of smells castor oil, tallow, musk, sandal-wood, burnt shells, and Barrake. Mahomet and Barrake herself, I believe, were the only people who really enjoyed this little event. "Ha!" Mahomet exclaimed, "this is your own fault!
He heard Abel Waite's steps running toward him, and felt his hands thrust into his blouse pocket over his breast. Then the boy said with a start of surprise: "Why, he's alive yet. Come here, Wat." Wat and the Irishmen hastened to him. He felt Wat's hand laid on his breast, and then held over his mouth. "'E's certainly warm yet. Hand 'e breathes."
I obeyed, and the lieutenant consulted a scrap of paper upon which he had pencilled a few memoranda. "Now, tailor," he said, "you will have an order for a sufficiency of white duck." "Yes, sir." "And by this time to-morrow I want twenty loose frocks cut and made after the fashion of this man's blue cotton blouse thing." "Couldn't be done, sir, in the time," said the tailor respectfully.
"I know it is; but I can't afford a better skirt. Mother is rather worried about money just now. I know I oughtn't to tell you, but she is. And, do you know, before you came in Aunt Church was so horrid. She got quite dreadful about the blouse, and she tried to make out that I had stolen the money from mother to buy it. Wasn't it awful of her? I can tell you it was a blessing when you came in.
"Going into a country, cutting the man's throat who defends his house because he wears a blouse and has not a military cap on his head, burning the dwellings of wretched beings who have nothing to eat, breaking furniture and stealing goods, drinking the wine found in the cellars, violating the women in the streets, burning thousands of francs' worth of powder, and leaving misery and cholera in one's track
Joe could not drive over it without remembering that its sister bridge in Tacoma shook itself to pieces. By one-thirty he was bumping down his father's road. The barn seemed empty when he stopped in front. Ann came out of the house to meet him. She was wearing a denim skirt and a black blouse. Her blonde hair was braided and wound behind her head. They had a long wordless hug.
His mother, who was getting breakfast, asked him again: "Jeff, am de p'licemans tryin' to git yo'?" "Nope!" answered the colored boy. "I runned 'cause I wanted to git away from Sam Brown an' his crowd. Dey was gwine to take mah cat away from me!" "Yo' cat?" cried Jeff's mother. "Where'd yo' git a cat?" Jeff wiggled and twisted as he reached his hand inside his blouse and pulled out the China Cat.
At a first glance, the young man who was walking alone in the midst of this picturesque country seemed to have nothing remarkable in his dress; a straw hat, a blue blouse and linen trousers composed his costume.
It was now evening, and twilight, of which there is very little in those parts, would speedily be followed by darkness. The new-comer was dressed in bush fashion, and carried a rifle, and I could see the stocks of a brace of pistols peeping out from his blouse.
The former drew a slender stiletto-like knife from a fan which protruded above the collar of his blouse, and, stooping down, began skilfully to remove the dirt which covered the bag of gold-dust. From time to time he stole a glance at the sleeper to mark the first indications of returning consciousness. It was well for Crane that his sleep continued.
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