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He would suggest himself that some such phrase as "who gallantly answered" would be more in keeping with Miss Travers' beautiful idea. He would venture to put it to the meeting that the inscription should be amended in this sense. Mr. Clayton, the grocer and draper, interrupted to say that they were getting on too fast. Supposing they agreed upon a drinking fountain, who was going to do it?
There are houses on that very street built before the Revolution, and a big cannon in the square. We went to Mr. Tree's, and he's a nice, big grocer man, with everything in his shop, and he patted me on the head and gave me a chocolate candy, which Aunty Edith said I might eat, if I ate it slowly. He said he would bring our trunks and bags up right away.
Very nicely expressed, very friendly, very complimentary, but a refusal. He handed it to Dora across the breakfast-table, saying with a pinched smile: 'Now you can look cheerful again. I am doomed. Milvain's skilful efforts notwithstanding, 'Mr Bailey, Grocer, had no success.
The agent had the curiosity to visit him some time after and inquire what possible use he could have for such material. He was shown, by way of answer, a huge vat where all the liquors, from humble Gladstone to imperial Tokay, were fermenting together. "And what," he asked, "do you propose to call this?" "I'm no' very sure," replied the grocer, "but I think it's going to turn out port."
"I happened to think of them," said Will; and turned to another subject. Was he to be a grocer for the rest of his life? This question, which at first scarcely occurred to him, absorbed as he was in the problem of money-earning for immediate needs, at length began to press and worry.
"Just then Monsieur Bru, the grocer of Poissy, who is fond of gudgeon fishing, passed in a boat and called out to me: 'So somebody has taken your usual place, Monsieur Renard? And I replied: 'Yes, Monsieur Bru, there are some people in this world who do not know the rules of common politeness. "The little man in linen pretended not to hear, nor his fat lump of a wife, either."
However, when we had said it was first-class ginger-beer, and paid for it, we found it not so easy to extract anything more from B. Munn, grocer; and there was an anxious silence while he fiddled about behind the counter among the tinned meats and sauce bottles, with a fringe of hobnailed boots hanging over his head. H. O. spoke suddenly. He said 'I say, you remember driving us home that day.
"Mary," said Lucy Eastman, detaining her, "wait a minute. Do you think we might it's a lovely day and there's a grocer right there and dinner is late at the hotel" She checked her incoherence and looked wistfully at Mary Leonard. "Lucy, I think we might do anything, if you don't lose your mind first. What is it, for pity's sake, that you want to do?"
His eyes wandered towards the door; drops of perspiration oozed out on his forehead. He laid the second letter on the table; he looked at his wife, and ran out of the room. Mrs. Gallilee opened the second letter. Another dissatisfied tradesman? No: creditors far more formidable than the grocer and the butcher. An official letter from the bankers, informing Mr.
The Portuguese grocer, to whom he had hitherto paid cash, called a halt when Martin's bill reached the magnificent total of three dollars and eighty-five cents. "For you see," said the grocer, "you no catcha da work, I losa da mon'." And Martin could reply nothing. There was no way of explaining.
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