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"And what particular offender has inspired this outburst?" "Some silly ass who has dubbed me 'the Dana Gibson of the trenches'! It's a miserable outrage; my work isn't a scrap like Gibson's; it's not so well drawn, for one thing, and it doesn't even remotely resemble his in form. But never mind. When I come back I'll show 'em!
The man's broad, flashy good-humour had caught her fancy; his vagabond life stimulated her imagination of wider horizons; he promised her release from the conventions and restrictions of her artificial existence; she was ready to embark with him, as his wife, into the Unknown; but it was evident that she had not given him the tiniest little scrap of her heart.
"Have you got the paper?" he asked. "Yes," answered Edward, fumbling in his vest pocket. He drew out a small scrap of notepaper, on which was written, "My son, Guy, has my permission to ride out in the buggy. You will obey me rather than Hector." This was signed, "Allan Roscoe." "So it seems my uncle is the trespasser," said Hector. "It is he who takes the responsibility.
We western allies know to-day what is involved in making bargains with governments that do not stand for their peoples; we have had all our Russian deal, for example, repudiated and thrust back upon our hands; and it is clearly in his mind, as it must be in the minds of all reasonable men, that no mere "scrap of paper," with just a monarch's or a chancellor's endorsement, is a good enough earnest of fellowship in the league.
He never beheld a plan that he did not reproduce it on the back of an envelope, on any handy scrap of paper, and then pore over it through the night. He had committed to memory the smallest details, the ammunition supplies of each fort, the number of guns, the garrison, the pregnable and impregnable sides.
"Because life is more novel than any fiction, for fiction is but an attempt to paint life," he answered. No printed matter of any kind, much less a book, ever could be a plaything to Isaac Hecker. He often made more of the sentences on a scrap of newspaper, and studied them far harder, than the writer of them himself had done.
"Tell ye what, Sir take my advice your honour knows I be no fool throw off them ere wrappers; let me put on scrap of plaister pitch phials to devil order out horses to-morrow, and when you've been in the air half an hour, won't know yourself again!" "Bunting! the horses out to-morrow? faith, I don't think I could walk across the room." "Just try, your honour." "Ah!
I had thought my spine inured by the night's experiences to anything in the way of cold shivers. I discovered my mistake while approaching that scrap of paper. Has the honour to inform the Nobility and Gentry of Edinburgh and the neighbourhood " The shock of it the sudden descent upon sublimity, according to Byfleld took me in the face. I put up my hands.
His object, doubtless, was to liberate the torn lace from the castor, but he looked as though he were imploring pardon from a goddess. "Unhand it, sir!" said Mrs. Proudie. From what scrap of dramatic poetry she had extracted the word cannot be said, but it must have rested on her memory, and now seemed opportunely dignified for the occasion.
Charley stepped lighter on the ground as he left Mr. M'Ruen's house on that eventful morning than he had done for many a day. There was something delightful in the feeling that he could make money of his name in this way, as great bankers do of theirs, by putting it at the bottom of a scrap of paper.
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