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Mr. Gibney attempted to hoot, but made a poor job of it. "Why, wherever do you get this wild tale, Scraggsy, old spell-binder? You're sure jingled or you wouldn't talk so vagrant." "You can't git away with it like that, Gib. I trailed you. Gib, for two mortal years I follered you, after you dropped us at Suva, an' I was just a thirstin' for your blood.
After a time, even his patients may learn to watch the effect of 'a good bedside manner' on themselves. Heretics, 1905, p. 136. As soon as American politicians called a certain kind of specially paid orator a 'spell-binder, the word penetrated through the newspapers from politicians to audiences.
The idea caught on, and went like wild-fire: the people cheered themselves hoarse, and pledged him over a hundred thousand dollars that night. Since then they have subscribed as much more, and the town is crazy. Work has actually begun, and they hope to reach the first summit by Christmas." Slater broke in: "He's a spell-binder, all right.
"'If you've got to get rid of your excess verbiage, says I, 'why not go out on the river bank and speak a piece? It seems to me there was an old spell-binder named Cantharides that used to go and disincorporate himself of his windy numbers along the seashore. "'No, says Andy, 'I must have an audience.
Well, one day he happened by good luck to blow in the necessary for the good old P. that W.'s, and now, whenever they want someone to go and talk Rockefeller or someone into lending them a million or so, they send for Samuel. Only now they call him Sammy the Spell-Binder and fawn upon him pretty copiously and all that. How about it, old son? How do we go?" "What perfect nonsense," said Lucille.
"Did you notice the two men who were sitting at the middle table?" I asked him. "Sure!" said he, shoving me my glass of beer. "Know them?" I inquired. "Never laid eyes on 'em before. Old chap looked like a sort of corn doctor or corner spell-binder. Other was probably one of these longshore abalone men." "Thanks," I muttered, and dodged out again, leaving the beer untouched.
Once aware that he essayed to be a spell-binder, she accepted him with utter abandon in that rôle. She permitted him to bind the spell; and as she walked with short quick steps along Van Diemen's Avenue, her brown head held high and unswerving, I could not refrain from the fancy that she moved as one in a trance.
He hated Puccini and spoke rather disrespectfully of Wagner as a spell-binder. He liked Wolf-Ferrari pretty well; the modern he was really crazy about was Montemezzi. But he had made her sing oceans of Gluck, both the Iphigenia and Euridice.
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