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He had locked the door, and as the last bell had rung I supposed I was to travel alone, so I began to arrange my traps and make myself comfortable. The diamonds in the cigar-case were in the inside pocket of my waistcoat, and as they made a bulky package, I took them out, intending to put them in my hand bag. It is a small satchel like a bookmaker's, or those hand bags that couriers carry.
Criticize this arrangement; and, if you dispute its justice, state in pounds, dollars, francs and marks, what their relative time wages ought to have been." Your answer may be that the question is in extremely bad taste and that you decline to answer it. But you cannot object to being asked how many minutes of a bookmaker's time is worth two hours of an astronomer's?
I stared after him in blank amazement. Why should I put my shirt on Mrs. Waller? Even if it would fit a lady. And how about myself? I was passing the grand stand, and, glancing up, I saw "Mrs. Waller, twelve to one," chalked on a bookmaker's board. Then it dawned upon me that "Mrs.
Now, it is a noticeable thing, illustrative of the mental stagnation of the kangaroo, that, having adopted the crude idea of the bookmaker's or 'bus-conductor's pouch, he or, rather, she through all the generations, has never developed an improvement on that pouch, either by evolution, selection, or natural adaptation.
The great English carnival of gamblers is over for a month or two; the bookmakers have retired to winter quarters after having waxed fat during the year on the money risked by arrant simpletons. The bookmaker's habits are peculiar; he cannot do without gambling, and he contrives to indulge himself all the year round in some way or other. When the Newmarket Houghton meeting is over, Mr.
If he had been suffering tortures unknown to Attila, and unimagined by his successors, he would have answered just the same. But he lamented Taffy's death to Phineas, who listened sympathetically. Such a cheery comrade, such a smart soldier, such a kindly soul. "Not a black spot in him," said Doggie. "A year ago, laddie," said McPhail, "what would have been your opinion of a bookmaker's clerk?"
For answer Porter showed the Steward his race programme, on which was written the wager he had made on Lucretia, and the bookmaker's name. "Ask Ullmer to bring his betting sheet," the Steward said to an assistant. On the sheet, opposite John Porter's badge number, was a bet, $10,000 to $4,000, in the Lucretia column. "Did this gentleman make that bet with you?" the Steward asked of Ullmer.
Jolly Forsyte was strolling down High Street, Oxford, on a November afternoon; Val Dartie was strolling up. Jolly had just changed out of boating flannels and was on his way to the 'Frying-pan, to which he had recently been elected. Val had just changed out of riding clothes and was on his way to the fire a bookmaker's in Cornmarket. "Hallo!" said Jolly. "Hallo!" replied Val.
If any person given to reading were honestly to keep a register of all the printed stuff that he or she consumes in a year all the idle tales of which the very names and the story are forgotten in a week, the bookmaker's prattle about nothing at so much a sheet, the fugitive trifling about silly things and empty people, the memoirs of the unmemorable, and lives of those who never really lived at all of what a mountain of rubbish would it be the catalogue: Exercises for the eye and the memory, as mechanical as if we set ourselves to learn the names, ages, and family histories of every one who lives in our own street, the flirtations of their maiden aunts, and the circumstances surrounding the birth of their grandmother's first baby.
And then those good looks of yours caught the eye of that bookmaker's girl, and he gave you a job at writing sheet and you worked me in with you." So long ago it seemed, yet near and real, too, as I sat there, conscious of every sound and motion, even of the fantastic shapes taken by our upcurling smoke.
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