United States or North Korea ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Now Jack," said he, when supper was over, "now Jack, my boy, do you smoke? Well then, load away." And he handed me a seal-skin pouch of tobacco and a pipe. We sat smoking together in this little sea-cabinet of his, till it began to look much like a state-room in Tophet; and notwithstanding my host's rubicund nose, I could hardly see him for the fog.
"If I may crave still further hospitality and indulgence," he begged regretfully. "There is already much excitement at the Sherrill place owing to the officious act of my man, Themar, and his accident. Another invalid my secretary one flounders in a dragnet of unfortunate circumstances. And I am sensitive in the disturbance of my host's guests "
Besides, I was not a little put out over the senseless piece of gossip which had gone abroad concerning me. It had been arranged as part of the day's programme that Mr. Cooke was to drive those who wished to go over the Rise in his new brake. But the table was not graced by our host's presence, Mrs. Cooke apologizing for him, explaining that he had disappeared quite mysteriously.
The troops of the Rhenish confederation, encouraged by the bad example set by Vandamme and by several of the superior officers, committed dreadful havoc, plundered the country, robbed and barbarously treated the inhabitants. It was quite a common custom among the officers, on the conclusion of a meal, to carry away with them the whole of their host's table-service.
Alone with Val after dinner, he sipped port deferentially and answered the advances of this new-found brother-in-law. Jon said he was accustomed to all that at home, and saw that he had gone up one in his host's estimation. "Fleur," said Val, "can't ride much yet, but she's keen. Of course, her father doesn't know a horse from a cart-wheel. Does your Dad ride?"
I laughed at Reynal for his credulity, went over to my host's lodge, took down my rifle, walked out a mile or two on the prairie, saw an old bull standing alone, crawled up a ravine, shot him and saw him escape. Then, quite exhausted and rather ill-humored, I walked back to the village.
I opened rapidly door after door, peered into empty chambers, went blundering on, when to the right, down a narrow passage. I recognized the signs of my host's whereabouts, signs familiarly commonplace and vulgar; signs by which the inmate of any chamber in lodging-house or inn makes himself known, a chair before a doorway, clothes negligently thrown on it, beside it a pair of shoes.
It was not the loss of his money that Hannibal most feared, and the coin passed from his possession into his host's custody. As it dropped into the latter's great palm he was visibly moved. His moist, blue eyes became yet more watery, while his battered old face assumed an expression indicating deep inward satisfaction. "Thank you, my boy!
When, a fortnight before, Smith and I had hunted up and down his street to find him, I knew nothing of "what was what" compared with what I did now. Thus decorated I hurried off to my host's lodgings. The first thing I saw as I entered the door filled me with mortification.
How long do you expect me to be amiable to the man?" "Only for a couple of days. He might come down again, but that's not certain." Sylvia considered, for she saw what Herbert required. She was to exert her powers of fascination upon the visitor, in order to make him more pliable in his host's hands.
Word Of The Day