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Among other useful inventions which she practised upon this class of offenders and bequeathed to posterity, was the art of inflicting an exquisitely vicious poke or dig with the wards of a key in the small of the back, near the spine.

He stretched out his arms in invocation, and there was a murmur of applause, and the crowd began slowly to disperse. Which seemed to remind my friend the policeman that he had authority to exercise. He began to poke his stick into the humped backs of poor Jewish tailors, and into the ample stomachs of fat Jewish housewives.

Monipodio replied, that such were called "Hornets" in their jargon, and that their office was to poke about all parts of the city, spying out such places as might be eligible for attempts to be afterwards made in the night-time. "They watch people who receive money from the bank or treasury," said he, "observe where they go with it, and, if possible, the very place in which it is deposited.

The thick cushions of skin on each were as black as black could be, and that is very uncommon. They are usually pink, like those of his sisters. The little fellow lay there, wriggling very feebly, until his mother gave him another poke that turned him over. Then he stretched and crawled toward her, reaching his head first one way and then another.

'Dare say you did, old boy, replied Pacey, kicking out his legs, and giving Puffington what he meant for a friendly poke in the stomach, but which in reality nearly knocked his wind out; 'dare say you did, old boy, but so you did last time, if you remember, and deuce a bite did I get before six; so I thought I'd be quits with you this he he he haw haw haw, grinning and staring about as if he had done something very clever.

But tell her, Raowl, that I won't buy a pig in a poke: they must first let me off from the hangin', de ye hear? tell her that." "I say, Raowl, does she consint?" "She hasn't made up her mind yet." "By the holy vistment! thin it's all up wid Murt. The saints won't save him. Take another dhrap, Raowl!"

"I haven't run much so far," was all that Vickers replied. "You shouldn't have bothered to come down," he added when the coffee was finished. "I just wanted to poke around the old place as I used to." "I know and I wanted to be with you, of course, this first time. Don't you remember how we got our own breakfasts when we went shooting in the autumn?" Her brother nodded.

"Put your questions, Captain Poke; I hope the answers will be satisfactory." "Your name?" "John Goldencalf by the favor of his majesty, Sir John Goldencalf, Baronet." "Sir John Goldencalf by the favor of his majesty, a baronet! Is baronet a calling? or what sort of a crittur or thing is it?" "It is my rank in the kingdom to which I belong." "I begin to understand what you mean.

These singular individuals stopped between each step and stood perfectly still, and Dorothy was so surprised at their unusual appearance that she laughed right in the middle of a yawn. In the first place, they never lifted their feet, but pushed them along like skates. The women were dressed in gray polka-dot dresses with huge poke bonnets that almost hid their fat, sleepy, wide-mouthed faces.

Down below was the drone of the dynamo and the wheeze and whine of the Weir pumps. 'Go on, I said. 'Mind, the last wooden door on the right. Don't go round the corner. Understand? He looked at me for a moment and then flitted away down the long iron tunnel. I saw him poke about with his key, his body all crouched, the white bundle sticking out behind him.