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"Come down, quick," directed Bart. "Bring Bob, too." "What's the lark, Bart?" "No lark at all," answered Bart "strictly business. Don't take a minute. No need disturbing the folks. You can be back inside of an hour." Bob, hatless and without a collar, came sliding down the lightning rod two minutes later.
I'll take you to Lord and Taylor's, deliver you to your sister-in-law, and then slink home " "But I don't wish to go there with a hatless man! I can't understand " "Well, I'll have to tell you if you drive me to it," he said, looking at her very calmly, but a flush mounted to his cheek-bones; "I have no money with me." "Why didn't you say so? How absurd not to borrow it from me "
"Oh, yes, my hearin' ain't repaired in the least, ma'am." Susan turned her back and picked up another dish. Plainly, for Susan, the matter was closed. Mrs. Colebrook, after a vexed biting of her lip and a frowning glance toward Susan's substantial back, shrugged her shoulders and left the kitchen. A minute later, still hatless, she crossed the yard and entered the McGuires' side door.
Drawn again to that horror, they saw it strangely augmented. A man, hatless, seated flat upon the paving stones, held the broken, bleeding body against his breast, kissing the mangled cheeks and streaming mouth through tangles of wet hair, his own features indistinguishably crimson with the blood that half-strangled him and ran in rills from his soaken beard.
For there I perched ... coatless and hatless ... sockless feet in sandals ... my shirt flung open, a la Byron, at the neck. It is true that the mind can do anything. I thought myself into being composed and comfortable. I did not mind, truly I did not mind it. The driver had protested, but only once, laconically: "Whar's y'r coat an' hat?"
Then his eye paused a boy was breaking through the crowd hatless, breathless and calling him with swift gesture. Achilles sprang forward. "What is it, Alcie?" His eye was searching the crowd, and his hand dropped to the boy's shoulder. "There they are!" gasped the boy. "There!" Achilles's eye gleamed down the street, a little way off, a car was wheeling out from the curb gathering speed.
She was hatless, and a streak of blood appeared over her left temple. "Don't jump!" shouted several men loudly. "A policeman has just started up to get you." Miss Dodge appeared somewhat dazed; it was a question whether she understood. But her face disappeared from the window way.
One evening about seven o'clock he was alone in the house. His little brothers had gone out with Jean Michel. Louisa was washing the linen in the river. The door opened, and Melchior plunged in. He was hatless and disheveled. He cut a sort of caper to cross the threshold, and then plumped down in a chair by the table.
John Derringham, hatless, and with his hands plunged in the pockets of his dinner coat, wandered down the garden towards the apple tree, picking an early red rosebud as he passed a bush its scent intoxicated him a little. Then he went to the gate, and, opening it, he strolled into the park. Here was a vaster and more perfect view.
The muscles of the long legs tightened as do those of a sprinter awaiting the starting pistol. Then over the barricade, straight as a tiger leaps, shot a tall youth with steel-blue eyes, hatless, free of hand, straight for that listless, moving figure; the scattered snow flying to either side, the impact of the bounding feet breaking the previous stillness.
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