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For these shops are of the store nature, each after his kind, and seem homogeneously stocked with tin pans, loud-patterned basins, iron pots, a few rolls of cloth and bottles of American rum. After passing these there are the Haussa lines, a few European houses, and the cathedral; and when nearly into Christiansborg, a cemetery on either side of the road.
One of the man's hands rested lightly on his right side. De Spain recognized him instantly; the small, drooping head, carried well forward, the keen eyes, the long hand, and, had there still been a question in his mind, the loud-patterned, shabby waistcoat would have proclaimed beyond doubt Deaf Sandusky.
She wore a rather loud-patterned flannelette blouse, and a dark skirt. 'What will you have to drink with your supper? she asked, and there was a new, dangerous note in her voice. He moved uneasily. 'Oh, I'll go on with ale. She drew him another glass. Then she sat down on the bench at the table with him and the soldiers, and fixed him with her attention.
Her simple gown, with the little piece of ribbon around her graceful neck, seemed almost distinguished by comparison with the loud-patterned and dressier blouses of the two girls who had now hemmed him in. For a moment he ignored the waiting pages. "Your cousin," he remarked, "is quite unlike any of you. Has she been with you long?" Louise looked up a little tartly. "Oh, about three years.
"And carry thy rudeness abroad?" he retorted indignantly. "Perchance thou wouldst like to go to the Continent, and swagger through Europe clad in thy loud-patterned checks and thine insular self-sufficiency." I tried to move him out of the way by brute force, and we wrestled, and he threw me. I heard myself strike the floor with a thud.
One night, in my never to be forgotten German hotel, I was assured in a thing in loud-patterned trousers and a snow-white overcoat with deep black collar and cuffs, that he knew Emma Abbott, then dead, was unfaithful to her husband, Eugene Wetherell, also dead. This was spoken of "honest little Emma." A purer woman never lived.
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