United States or Uganda ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Here it is!" said David hurriedly. He pulled a large rusty key out of his pocket. "It's the apple-closet key really," he said in a low tone to his mother, "this door hasn't got one. You must just pretend to give it a sort of twist."
And he flew down the stairs, just in time to see the servant-girl take a letter from the box and put it in her pocket. "None for us?" said he. The girl, who till this moment was not aware of his presence, turned round and coloured very violently, but said nothing. "Show me the letter you put into your pocket just now," said Horace, who had had experience before now in predicaments of this kind.
"Truly," said the stranger smiling, but the smile by no means improved his physiognomy, "an excellent definition, but one which, I will convince you, does not apply to me." So saying, he drew from his pocket a handful of silver coins, and, throwing them on the table, added: "Come, let's have no more of this.
I thought of the scenes of my childhood, my school-boy days. I thought of the time when I left peace and home, for war and privations. I had Jennie's picture in my pocket Bible, alongside of a braid of her beautiful hair.
These two years I have been paying money out of pocket for top-dressing, and taxes, and expenses of all kinds; Government eats up everything, nearly all the profit goes to the Government. The poor growers have made nothing these last two seasons. This year things don't look so bad; and, of course, the beggarly puncheons have gone up to eleven francs already.
Calvin Van de Lear closed the door between the dining-room and the parlor, and drew Duff Salter's tablets from his pocket and wrote: "I want you to go up on the house roof with me." Duff looked at him in surprise, and wrote in reply: "Do you mean to throw me off?"
Go you must go!" She was staring at him, a strange wonder in her face. "Clear! All clear for me! I I can go back to to my own life again!" It was as though she were whispering some amazing thing of unbelievable joy to herself. "YES!" he cried out again. "Yes! But go go, Marie!" But now, for answer, suddenly she reached out and took the key from the door and put it in the pocket of her dress.
Then he was prosperously placed, and in the way to better himself indefinitely. Now, he was here in the dark, with fifteen dollars in his pocket, and an unsalable horse on his hands; outcast, deserted, homeless, hopeless: and by whose fault?
Tom would have pulled me in, I think, had I refused. He was still sobbing, but once we got inside the hall he began fishing in his pocket till he got out his handkerchief and scrubbed at his eyes before he would look up at the young lady at all. Nothing would take away Tom's dislike to be seen crying. "James," said the young lady, "open the library door."
Maitland smiled quietly, standing at the small writing-desk and extracting a roll of bills from a concealed drawer. "I'm fair blind, sir." "Very well." Maitland turned and extended his hand, and despite his professed affliction, the cabby's eyes bulged as he appreciated the size of the bill. "My worrd!" he gasped, stowing it away in the cavernous depths of a trousers pocket.
Word Of The Day