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And it would have effaced itself as quickly as it had come, but for the very new wedding ring he had seen on the girl's left hand so new that to conceal it with a glove was simply not to be thought of. Money money money; was there no getting away from it? "Its value will not be measured by material things. It will leave nothing.
He heard it crack in the silence, but evidently it was a dud! The darkness before his eyes remained unbroken. Filled with a sick fear, he removed his glove and passed his hand over the upheld match. There was no longer a possibility for doubt. The tiny flame smarted his flesh. "Blind!" he cried. "Out here in the snow and the forest blind!" It was true. The pungent wood smoke had done a cruel work.
You shall go and wander about till you find a glove with ten buttons to fit me, then I'll consent to be Mrs. Jones." By all of which little manoeuvres Frank was charmed and oppressed to the last degree. When she would call herself the "future Mrs. Jones," he would almost feel inclined to abandon both the name and the property. "Why not be Mrs. Morony," Rachel would say, "or Mrs. Ballintubber?
The case with him was, that his apprenticeship was new; he had been trotting in harness as a veritable cab-horse of politics he by blood a racer; and his nature craved for diversions, against his will, against his moral sense and born tenacity of spirit. Not a word further of the glove.
Van Dorn nodded. Mrs. Lee deliberately removed the nice white kid glove from her right hand, and extending one small taper forefinger, rubbed it over the surface of the black-walnut tree; then she pointed meaningly at the piece of furniture, which plainly, even in the half-light, disclosed an unhousewifely streak.
And if she managed to escape, the wolf would guide her back to his master. He sat on his heels, caught the wolf on either side of the shaggy head, and stared into the glow of the yellow green eyes. It was as if the man were speaking to the wolf. At last, as if satisfied, he drew a deep breath, rose, and dropped the glove. It was caught in the flashing teeth.
The peasant has not been brought up in the idea that the way to gain a woman's affection is to stick her glove on a helmet and perform deeds of prowess closely resembling those of Don Quixote in the Sierra Morena; so he attempts to ingratiate himself by offering her presents of strawberries, figs, buttons, hooks-and-eyes, and similar desirable things.
On two of my birthdays, we have dined on e-la-mode beef, and gone at half-price to the play, and been deeply interested. I was once walking with him in Lombard Street, which we often visit on account of my having mentioned to him that there are great riches there he is very fond of Lombard Street when a gentleman said to me as he passed by, "Sir, your little son has dropped his glove."
Then he would toss the cloak on a convenient sofa, place the big hat on top of it, and come down to the footlights, deliberately removing his yellow kid gloves. There was no introduction he was the whole show and brooked no competition. He would begin talking as he removed the gloves; he would get one glove off and hold it in the other hand, seemingly lost in his speech.
Field, with a struggle, putting her twisted hand into the other woman's, extended quiveringly in a rusty black glove. "When did you come to town, Esther?" "Jest now." "Let me see, where from? I can't seem to remember the name of the place where you've been livin'. I know it, too." "Green River." "Oh, yes, Green River. Well, I'm glad to see you, Esther.
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