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"Let them bu-bury father like that," said Josephine, breaking down and crying into her new, queer-smelling mourning handkerchief. "But what else could we have done?" asked Constantia wonderingly. "We couldn't have kept him, Jug we couldn't have kept him unburied. At any rate, not in a flat that size." Josephine blew her nose; the cab was dreadfully stuffy. "I don't know," she said forlornly.
There were bottles and cases of queer-smelling stuffs, chemicals no doubt for experiments, and there were coils of fine copper wire and yanks and yanks of thin oiled silk. There was a box of detonators, and a lot of cord for fuses. Then away at the back of the shelf I found a stout brown cardboard box, and inside it a wooden case.
At the very moment when Sinclair had straightened to attempt the climb up the side of the house, the cook came out and crouched on the upper step, humming a jangling tune and sucking audibly a long-stemmed pipe. The queer-smelling smoke drifted across to Sinclair; for a moment he was on the verge of attempting a quick leap and a tying and gagging of the Oriental, but he desisted.
I was going to scream when he put that queer-smelling stuff to my nose." "I screamed when I saw Tavia," ventured the frightened Dorothy, "but he had me almost before I could open my mouth. Tavia squeezed my hand and I knew she meant for me to be quiet."
Dear, delightful old Quebec, with her gray walls and shining tin roofs; her precipitous, headlong streets and sleepy squares and esplanades; her narrow alleys and peaceful convents; her harmless antique cannon on the parapets and her sweet-toned bells in the spires; her towering château on the heights and her long, low, queer-smelling warehouses in the lower town; her spick-and-span caléches and her dingy trolley-cars; her sprinkling of soldiers and sailors with Scotch accent and Irish brogue and Cockney twang, on a background of petite bourgeoisie speaking the quaintest of French dialects; her memories of an adventurous, glittering past and her placid contentment with the tranquil grayness of the present; her glorious daylight outlook over the vale of the St.
If I had been the King conferring on him the title of Duke with a corresponding income, his face could not have expressed greater surprise and ecstasy. He replied with a torrent of French, of which I understood nearly all, except the point. We sat on the barrels, M. Jacques took a paddle to steer, and hissing and gasping, the queer-smelling crew started for the beach.
This puppy had three legs and the mange, and he was her particular pride. There were certain other things, the use of which they did not understand, like queer-smelling, soft, yellow balls which Necia said were oranges and good to eat, although the skins were leathery and very bitter, nor were they nearly so pleasant to the nose as the toilet soap, which Necia would not allow them even to taste.
There were two or three queer-smelling cans open on the table. Mrs. Dick looked at my basket and turned up her nose. "Put it anywhere, Minnie," she said loftily, "I dare say it doesn't contain anything reckless." "Cold ham and egg salad," I said, setting it down with a slam. "Stewed prunes and boiled rice for dessert. If those cans taste as they smell, you'd better keep the basket to fall back on.
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