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As the mare scuffed off down the road, amid a cloud of dust, Lucy entered the store. A stuffy odor of coffee, molasses, and calico greeted her; so, too, did Elias Barnes, who came forward from behind the counter, extending his damp and sticky palm and showing every tooth that an expansive smile permitted. "So it's you, Miss Lucy," he observed with pleasure. "I was expecting to see your aunt.
She stepped into the stuffy, badly-lighted hallway. "Thank you very much for taking me home." Before he could say a word of protest, the weather-beaten oak door swung to in his face and the lady fled up the stairs. When he had recovered from his surprise, he stamped angrily in after her. What should he do? He wanted that money. He didn't care if she had disappeared.
Iron bed tan wall-paper pine table pine dresser pine chair red carpet stuffy smell fly buzzing at window sun beating in from the west. Emma McChesney saw it all in one accustomed glance. "Lordy, I hate to think what nineteen must be," she told herself, and unclasped her bag. Out came the first aid to the travel-stained a jar of cold cream.
A hardy perennial if ever there was one. Romantic proceeding this, but unhygienic when you consider that her rush for the closed casement was doubtless due to the fact that her bedroom, hermetically sealed during the night, must have grown pretty stuffy by morning. Her complexion was probably bad. No such idyllic course marked the matin of our heroine.
The heroine is still more dim, she is stuffy, she is like tow; the rich farmer is a figure out of any melodrama, Sergeant Troy nearly quickens to life; now and then the clouds are liquescent, but a real ray of light never falls. The story-tellers are no doubt right when they insist on the difficulty of telling a story.
Zapp was too conscientiously dolorous to be much cheered by the sympathy of a nigger-lovin' Yankee, who couldn't appreciate the subtle sorrows of a Zapp of Zapp's Bog, allied to all the First Families of Virginia. Mr. Wrenn did nothing more presumptuous than sit still, in the stuffy furniture-crowded basement room, which smelled of dead food and deader pride in a race that had never existed.
He thought of nothing. Great, therefore, was the sensation amongst the anciens militaires frequenting a certain little cafe; full of flies when one stuffy afternoon "that poor General Feraud" let out suddenly a volley of formidable curses.
While John Gilbart read this there was silence in the stuffy little room, and for some minutes after. Then he stepped to the mantelpiece for the match-box and candle. A small ormolu clock ticked there, and while he groped for the matches he put out a hand to stop the noise, which had suddenly grown intolerable. He desisted, remembering that he did not know how the clock worked that Mrs.
The climax came, as you know, when he locked a gray-haired professor into the padded cell for opposing baseball too early in the season, while the campus was still soft." "Mer-rcy! And kept him there for ages in that stuffy little room, all wadded and lined with brown burlap, used for analyzing sound the prof not able to make himself heard!"
I'll risk my eyes, or let them slide; but I must get out of this stuffy old room inside of a week, or I'll know the reason why." But his temper was always short-lived, and he was soon his old bright self again. That night he was cheered by hearing the doctor say that he might go out into the parlor to see Ned and Grant for an hour in the morning.
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