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She felt a weakening in him, and followed up her advantage. "And another thing, while we're at it," she flung at him. "Don't you go on trying to shove Rudolph down my throat. I'm off Rudolph for keeps." She flung out her arm, and old Herman saw the gleam of something gold on her wrist. He caught her hand in his iron grip and shoved up her sleeve.
"Come in," added Nan, kindly pulling him in and gently pushing him toward a chair. Jimmy dropped into it with an appealing glance at Theo. "I'm I'm awful sorry, Tode," he began. "But I I couldn't help it, truly I couldn't." He rubbed his sleeve hastily across his eyes as he spoke. "But what is it, Jimmy?
"Yes, yes," growled the commandant. "'The inn'! 'Come and see me'! Is that how you speak to an officer in command of the army?" and he shook his fist at the carriage, which was now rolling rapidly along the road. "Don't be vexed, commandant, she has got your rank as general up her sleeve," said Corentin, laughing, as he endeavored to put his horse into a gallop to overtake the carriage.
Smith managed to say, "Good afternoon," and stood watching the receding figure as though it belonged to a species hitherto unknown to him. Then he turned, in obedience to a passionate tug at his coat sleeve from Mr. Kybird. "Wot 'ave you got to say for yourself?" demanded that injured person, in tones of suppressed passion. "Wot do you mean by it?
What exactly would it be like, being alone often and for lengthy periods with Freddie? Well, it would, she assumed, be like this. "It's all right," said Freddie without looking up. "He did get out! He had a bomb on him, and he threatened to drop it and blow the place to pieces unless the blighters let him go. So they cheesed it. I knew he had something up his sleeve." Like this!
"Who stood opposite under an alley in the rain? was it not so?" "How could you know? But he looked so hungry; I was so sorry for him." "Were you?" in a tone almost inaudible. "I have often thought of him since, when I chanced to look at this mark." "Let me look at it may I?" Taking her hand, he softly put back the sleeve, discovering, just above the wrist, a deep, discoloured seam.
The others scuttled away, but Jimmy was so absorbed in the game that he didn't see the "cop" until he was right on him, so he was "pinched." He blubbered a little and wiped his grimy face with his grimier sleeve until it was one long, brown smear. You know this was Jimmy's first time.
"Oh, you're soaking," she said in dismay. "The idea of me letting you sit about in that state!" "That sleeve is the worst," said the skipper, whom circumstances had made artful. "It's all right here." He brushed his hand down his coat. "That's a good thing," said Annis politely. "Um, but not here," said the skipper, squeezing the lapel of his coat. Annis touched his coat lightly.
"A great puff of wind came in through the window, and it blew the blind against the candle, and the flame of the candle came towards me, and I had my hand up to arrange my hair. I was fastening it up with hairpins to make myself look quite grown-up." "Well?" "And the candle caught my sleeve and set it on fire."
A certain academic quality prevailed among them, which made them peculiarly sensitive to the absurdities of men who had not been to Oxford or Cambridge; while some, like Tressady, had been travellers, and wore an Imperialist heart upon their sleeve.
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