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The counter inside displayed nothing to view but the recumbent head of a boy, peacefully asleep in the unbroken solitude of the place.
"Merinoes, if you please," she answered, without looking up. "Well, what kind of merinoes? Here are all sorts and descriptions of merinoes, and I can't pull them all down, you know, for you to look at. What kind do you want?" "I don't know without looking," said Ellen. "Won't you please to show me some?" He tossed down several pieces upon the counter, and tumbled them about before her.
Only the grandmother sat sewing behind the counter, her blurred old eyes close to the cloth she held. "I will take care of the panaderia now, grandmother," Rosa offered; and the grandmother answered, "I will rest a little, then." The poor, dear grandmother! She was so tired and thin, nowadays, and her hands trembled so much! It was hard for her to try to sew.
Pudge wriggled nervously, locked his feet around behind the legs of the high stool, rubbed a fat forefinger on the edge of the counter, and watched the finger intently with gloomy eyes. "Well, what'll it be, Pudge?" This from Billy Simmons. "My name ain't Pudge." "Very good, Mister Sheridan. What'll it be?" "One of those chocolate marshmallow nut sundaes, I guess, if if "
It is but a plank supported on two barrels; and across this improvised counter the brandy bottle and glasses are eagerly plied. A couple of old boxes in front serve for seats, while a piece of canvas, rigged on two poles, shades off the fierce sun. Many a large fortune has been made at a rude bar of this sort. For too many of the diggers, though they work like horses, spend like asses.
Mavis wished she had started earlier for Hammersmith, to see what she could find there. At last she went into a chemist's shop which she saw open, to ask if she could be recommended to any rooms. A burly, blotchy-faced, bearded man stood behind the bottle-laden counter. Mavis stated her wants. "Married?" asked the man. "Y yes but I'm living by myself for the present." "Of course.
The writer's cabin being in the sternmost part of the ship, which had what sailors term a good entry, or was sharp built, the sea, as before noticed, struck her counter with so much violence that the water, with a rushing noise, continually forced its way up the rudder- case, lifted the valve of the water-closet, and overran the cabin floor.
It seemed to be a kind of public office a wide, low, bare apartment, divided on one side by a massive wooden counter, surmounted by a partition pierced at intervals with pigeon-holes, as if for communication between persons on opposite sides of the division. It may have been a bank or money-changer's office.
Stein, whose sole reading was the Bible and such advertising booklets as came by mail, or as she could pick up on the counter of the drugstore, when she went to Kilo, moved uneasily. For years she had had the reputation of being a great reader, and brought face to face with the sister of an author she feared her reputation was about to fall. "What say his name was?" she asked. "Tarbro," said Mrs.
From the point of view of international law this double naturalization is inadmissible. Every individual in the community of nations is the subject of a certain state, and only of one, and whenever the interests of that state run counter to those of any other, he is bound legally as well as morally to promote the former to the best of his ability and means.
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