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Tears gleamed on the stern fighter's cheeks, there in the ghostly blue firelight tears that washed little courses through the dust and sand now griming his face. The French airman, hard in battle and with heart of steel and flame, was crying like a child. "What now? Who is it?" shouted the Master. "A European?" "Yes, my Captain! A Frenchman!" "A Frenchman. You don't mean to say it is " "Yes, yes!
The shop itself was, of course, less fresh and dainty, having suffered from ten months of smoke, although they had spent a good deal in having it largely redecorated. Just as the cakes became heavier, tougher, more ordinary, as the months passed, so the whole enterprise suffered gradually from that coarsening and griming which seems an inevitable result of Chicago use.
It was so, no doubt, for a good while after George the Third ceased to be King, because the thorough griming it has had since had hardly begun, and fields were sweet at Paddington, and the Regent could be bacchanalian in that big drawing-room on the first floor without any consciousness that he had a Park in the neighbourhood. Oh dear how near the country Cavendish Square was in those days!
He ridiculed tattooing and nudity, but he also laughed with ribaldry at the religious arguments. The confused indigene, driven by admonition and shame put on the hot and griming stuffs, and finally, had them kept on him by statute. The censor in the South Seas achieved his highest reach of holy effort.
He appeared at the house by the river, he sat with his legs dangling over the drop from the Colonnade into the streets, and he wore out the hours in idleness, the dust of the Bazaar powdering his hair and griming his face, but behind his vacant eyes, his quick brain was alive and burning, and he felt after Leh Shin with invisible hands.
He picked up the book, griming the dainty pages as he turned them with his rough fingers, glancing at the headings. "Um-huh," he grunted, "'Sonnets from the Portegees, eh? I never thought them Dagos could write what I've seen of 'em was mostly drivin' fish-wagons or swampin' around some slaughterhouse.
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