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Never had he looked handsomer in all his life than he did at that moment, stripped to the buff, his brown hair frowsled, his body glowing from the rubbing. "By Jove!" cried Tad Horner, who was sometimes called Baby, "he's a Jim Hickey eh, old man?" The interrogation was directed at Browning. "Humph!" grunted Bruce, and then with his hands in his pockets he loafed out of the room.
One sniff at his frowsled hair told Hiram the story. The little man's topknot was soppy with whiskey; his face was running with it; his eyes were full of it. And the next moment the doubtful aroma had spread to the nostrils of all.
Down at the farther end of the long hall a man was sweeping up the débris of the night, his steps echoing in the silence of the place. For there was no hilarity in the sodden crew lined up at the bar for the first drink of the day. They were red-eyed, crumpled, dirty; frowsled of hair as they had risen from the floor. Peden's hall was not designed for the traffic of daylight.
She turned over in bed, so as to get a better look at the small boy, who was in his night gown, and with his hair all tousled and frowsled from the pillow. There was no mistake about it Mrs. Bobbsey was not dreaming. Her little boy was really standing beside her and shaking her. And once more he said: "Wake up, Momsie! There's a real fire! This house is on fire, and we've got to get out.
She saw, girl though she was, that beggardom and vice were twins. In one of her daily walks, she noticed on a certain corner a frowsled woman holding a babe, and thrusting out a grimy hand for alms, telling a woeful tale of a dead soldier husband to each passer-by. Elizabeth stopped and talked with the woman.
Champney noted that she showed both sets of her strong white teeth when she laughed. "Rag, dear old boy!" She parted with caressing fingers the skein of tow on the frowsled head. "Come on, Rag." Champney whistled and started up the driveway.
Boston Fat surveyed the stranger with a vicious glint in his little eyes, as a pig might stare at a man who had struck it across the snout. "Good afternoon, perfesser," he sneered. "Why 'professor, my frayed and frowsled Falstaff?" "There you go with it showing yourself up out of your own mouth! Words a yard long words that would break a decent man's teeth!
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