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Oh! She's a smooth one, all right; she nearly made me lose my job once if it hadn't been that the stage manager was carrying my suitcase I would have been decorated with my little two weeks out in the wilds somewhere.
I asked for a stateroom but you can never get what you want at these way stations. I'm going to smoke for a while." Archie threw his suitcase into the upper berth and clung to the curtains as the train started with a jerk. Here was a situation so utterly confounding that his spirit sank under the weight of it. He was not only traveling with a man he had shot; he was obliged to sleep over him.
Two hours later Beryl sat upright on the plush seat of the evening train, her old suitcase at her feet packed with every garment she possessed. "This is more fun than all your old house-parties," she apostrophized the black square of window, which dimly reflected her glowing face. Then she lost herself in a delicious "I wonder" as to why she had been summoned so mysteriously to New York.
But to change the subject, it's almost time for Karl to be back to take you to the train, children; and Frieda has a spot on her coat which I can remove if you will open my suitcase, Hannah, and bring me the little bottle of benzine in the left-hand corner. Mrs. Eldred must not think I have brought her an untidy little Mädchen!"
I don't believe you ever bother your head about keeping warm in winter and not getting your feet wet. And now I shan't be able to look after you! Bill's voice broke. He felt himself trembling. 'Elizabeth! She was kneeling on the floor, her head bent over the suitcase. She looked up and met his eyes. 'It's no use, Bill, dear. I must. It's the only way.
New York was a madhouse worse than any carnival Charley had ever seen. He made his way, harness and suitcase on his back, through the station crowds and out into the taxi ramp. A line of the new cabs stood there, and Charley managed to grab one inches ahead of a woman with a small, crying child in tow. He gestured to the driver with his head, and the door slid open.
She watched the last carriage out of sight. There was an unnatural silence about the school buildings and she looked dejectedly at the deserted grounds. Uncle Roddy was saying good-by to Mrs. Baird at the door. "Are you ready to start, Tiddledewinks?" he asked, handing her suitcase to the chauffeur, and waiting to help her in the car. Polly turned to Mrs. Baird.
I guess you'd have saved poor Bock's, too, if you could." Her eyes filled with tears. "If anybody deserves credit, it's you," he said. "Why, if it hadn't been for you they'd have been away with that suitcase and probably Metzger would have got his bomb on board the ship and blown up the President " "I'm not arguing with you," she said. "I'm just thanking you."
You'd better keep close till you look a bit less knocked-up. There's no need that what's happened should come to Miss Leslie." "Think so, do you?" said Blake. "Well, I don't." "What's that?" put in Griffith. "There's not going to be any frame-up over this, that's what," rejoined Blake, reaching for his hat and suitcase. "Soon 's I get a shave I'm going out to tell her."
"I mean he's jumped the town," Kite repeated. "You got me nervous asking for him that way. While you was on the roof, I took a squint around and found he was gone with his hand baggage. That means he's gone outa town." "Not if the suitcase you squinted for was a brown sole leather " I was beginning, but the Kite cut in on me. "I seen that one you had. That wasn't it.
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