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I saw that it was a boy who was smoking a cigarette like everything, yes, Tip Slavin, if you please. He discovered me at about the same second, and, say, you ought to have seen how he flipped that coffin-nail thing from his lips, and came on as bold as anything." Thad chuckled. "Huh! guess you got him dead to rights that time, Owen. Did you accuse him of being a thief?" he asked hurriedly.
He had seen a stack of manuscript paper, however, in one of the drawers of the bureau, and having shut the door and lit a cigarette he took some of the sheets of long foolscap, ruled thirty four lines to the page, and sat down to the business. This is what he said: "Lady Rochester,
"Grex," he repeated, knocking the ash from his cigarette. "Rather an uncommon name, isn't it? Why do you ask?" "Oh, I've seen an elderly man and a young lady about once or twice," Lane explained. "Very interesting-looking people. Some one told me that their name was Grex." "There is a person living under that name, I think," Hunterleys said, "who has taken the Villa Mimosa for the season."
He walked with bent head, now turning it sharply as he stood listening, now going on again with hands twitching. He threw down his cigarette and stamped it, went to the kitchen door, opened it and stood listening. A little while Reid stood at the door, head turned, as if he harkened for the approach of somebody expected.
Angry and baffled and disappointed as Berrington was, all these feelings gave way to amazement as he looked around the room. Every sign of a body had disappeared, the room was empty save for Sartoris, who sat smoking a cigarette, with a sardonic smile on his face.
"There's nothing to tell," I persisted. "But I guess you're right, and hunger's what's wrong with me." I managed to make a good meal I was desperately hungry now I came to think of it and Jim waited on me solicitously. He seemed somehow relieved that I manifested a keen appetite. "That's better," he said, as I declined cheese, and lighted a cigarette.
The four were playing a game which involved the gaining and losing of much money, and they had been engaged for about an hour. Miss Stably having eaten a good dinner and commenced a new shawl was half dosing in the corner, and paying absolutely no attention to the players. "It's a good thing we're hanging on our own hooks in this game," said Miss Qian, who smoked a dainty cigarette.
He stood for a while, listening intently, the cigarette burning away between his fingers. Then, stooping a little, he passed out into the narrow passage and opened the door into the kitchen behind, from which the woman who came to minister to their wants had some time ago departed. Everything was in order here and spotlessly neat.
He came to a stand a few feet away from the bent figure at the writing-table, took out his cigarette-case, and deliberately lighted a cigarette. His face as he did it was grimly composed, but there were lines in it that very few had ever seen there. His eyes were keen and cold as steel. They held neither anger nor contempt, only a tinge of humour inexpressibly bitter.
It was not nicotine or an oral sensation to clog the void of space and time that he so much yearned for but a mental conceptualization of himself with a cigarette in his mouth which when matching the reality of actually having one hang there would be equated as insouciance.