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Engrossed in his paper, he noticed none of them until someone dropped, or rather sprawled, in the seat beside him, taking far more room than was really necessary, and making a lot of fuss pulling up his trousers and getting his patent leather feet adjusted to suit him around a very handsome sole-leather suitcase which he crowded unceremoniously over to Howard's side of the floor.
And, unlike his few other natural foes, Lad had never been bidden to leave it unmolested. This memory came to him, in the midst of his blues. He eyed the loathsome suitcase through quizzical half-shut eyes, as it rocked and careened at his feet with every jounce of the car. And into his brain shot the devil of mischief.
"I got these duds out of a suitcase I sneaked from an auto in Boston, and that's no name of mine," Archie explained hurriedly, still anxious to convince the Governor that he was a thief. "A deft hand, son; but very careless of you not to rip out the label. Men have been hanged on slighter evidence.
"But but suppose you don't come!" "I'll be there before you. It is better for us not to meet upstairs. But to be sure, I'll telephone you at Minna Oliver's at about nine o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll just tell you that I'm on my way and that everything is all right! Have you your heavy coat?" "I will have," she answered. "I've not got much in the suitcase," she added with an enchanting flush.
V.V. had duly obtained for her, though it had run to a dollar and a quarter. The little girl might have been any age or no age; she was unformed for her years, somewhat elfin of countenance, and thin in the cheek. On one of these cheeks, Dr. Vivian now laid the back of his hand, and told Kern to stick out her tongue. Vivian set down the suitcase again. "You go to bed," said he.
"Oh, thank you," was breathed out with a sigh of relief. "You're very kind and so strong! But I feel dreadfully ill. I hope I'm not going to faint." "I'll get you some brandy," said Max, bethinking himself of a certain silver flask in his suitcase, a prize as it happened, won as an amateur of la boxe. To his horror she made no answer. "Jove!" he muttered. "She's gone off and no wonder.
Suitcase, maybe. You can phone down for anything you need that you haven't got with you, you know. It will go up next trip. Clothes and grub and tobacco and such as that use your own judgment, and common sense." "All right. Er thank you, sir." Jack blushed a bit over the unaccustomed courtesy of his tone, and turned into the outer office. "Oh Carew!
"Are you are you hungry?" asked Betty, bluntly. "I am!" He spoke decidedly. "Then perhaps I'm sure we have more here than we can eat and we'll soon I mean comparatively soon be at a friend's house perhaps " She hesitated. "I would be very glad," and again the man bowed. Betty opened the little satchel it was a miniature suitcase and a veritable wealth of lunch was disclosed.
After a few rebuffs they picked up a drummer, and adjourned to the smoker, buying a deck from the train boy. The little dark man and Steve played against the other two, a suitcase on their knees serving as a table. They played a rubber. Steve verified his statements as to his style of play. "Well, that's enough nearly in," said Loring, as they drew near their destination. "Yes, indeed.
The police are combing the city for ... a prominent professor of sociology on the faculty of the local university interrupts. The prominent professor has been captured in a leading Loop hotel whither he had gone to divert himself with a suitcase, a handbook on sex hygiene, and an admiring co-ed. This, waiting for an hour to pass, the city reads.
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