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And during the long and trying campaign that began early in June and closed only late in November, Button had made more than one error that set men to saying things, and at least one blunder that had called for rebuke.
Outside of the old Gray house we finds a limousine, with the driver dozin' inside. "It's the Biggles car!" whispers Vee. "Oh, what if he should be Come, Torchy! Quick!" "You wouldn't break in on a fond clinch, would you?" I asks. "If it came to that, certainly," says Vee, pushin' the front-door button determined. I expect she would have, too. But Biggles hadn't got that far not quite.
The girl's eyes shone under the wisp of veil twisted around a knowing little turban. She liked the taste of the adventure. "That man came this way with that suitcase," she breathed, " maybe set it down right there when he pressed the button just as Mr. Boyne did now!" It was a fine morning; the shades had been left up, and Clayte's room when I opened the door was ablaze with sunlight.
It will press the button; the zeal, the energy, the sincerity, the enthusiasm of its countless vassals will do the rest. The power which a man's imagination has over his body to heal it or make it sick is a force which none of us is born without. The first man had it, the last one will possess it.
Satisfied with the safety of his captive, the sentry made his way down-stairs and out again to report to Del Mar. At the bungalow, Del Mar's valet was setting the library in order when he heard a signal in the secret passage. He pressed the button on the desk and opened the panel. From it the sentry entered. "Where is Mr. Del Mar?" he asked hurriedly, looking around.
Thus, the waistcoats of Barnabas Beverley, Esquire, or their prototypes to a button, were to be met with any day sunning themselves in the Mall, and the styles of cravat affected by Barnabas Beverley, Esquire, were to be observed at the most brilliant functions, bowing in all directions.
"It's not for you to prove yourself innocent. They haven't proved you guilty yet." The old man fumbled with a waistcoat button. His eyes blinked hard. "You don't see," he continued, "the one thing that's plain to my eyes, and it's this that your only chance of escape is to tell the truth about the quarrel.
When the button, o, which is a poor conductor, is pressed, the zinc plate, l, comes into contact with the mercurial salt, and the circuit is closed through the line wire 1, the pile, the receiver, the transmitter, and the line wire 2, while when the button is freed the current no longer passes. The apparatus, then, can serve as a receiver or transmitter only when the button is pressed.
He even wore on one lapel of his coat the variegated button of some mysterious decoration. The felt hat, white as meringue, which he held in his hand, was the only discordant feature in this general effect of a public functionary. Renovales caught his hands with sincere enthusiasm. The famous Tekli! How glad he was to see him! What times they used to have in Rome!
I read this morning that a Chinese fleet was sunk, but I did n't think half so much about it as I did about losing my sleeve button, confound it! People have accused me of want of feeling; they misunderstand the artist-nature, that is all. I obey that implicitly; I am sorry if people don't like my descriptions, but I have done my best.
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