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Near them a group of men were standing, among whom were Switzer, Waring-Gaunt, and Jack Romayne, listening to Farwell's dissertation. "You see, Mrs. Gwynne," he said, "no one may handle the ball head, feet, body, may be used, but not the hands." "But I understand they sometimes hurt each other, Mr. Farwell." "Oh, accidents will happen even on the farm, Mrs. Gwynne.
He would get himself locked up that was it. He would now take the first steps in that direction. "Are you goin' to start on home purty soon like I've just been tellin' you; or are you ain't?" snapped Patrolman Switzer, who, it would appear, was by no means a patient person. "I am not!" The crafty Mr. Leary put volumes of husky defiance into his answer.
The proposition contained an offer from Switzer to organise the company and to place the stock, in consideration for which service he asked a block of stock such as the directors should agree upon, and further that he should be secretary of the company for a term of five years at a salary of $2,000 per annum, which should be a first charge upon the returns from the mine.
The bar was filled with lawyers, and the courtroom was crowded with spectators. Mr. Switzer defended Dic, who sat near him on the right hand of the judge, the State's attorney, with Doug Hill and Patsy Clark, the prosecuting witnesses, sitting opposite on the judge's left. The jury sat opposite the judge, and between the State's attorney and Mr.
He was soon pulled from the ruins of the chair. "Ach! So. I unterstandt now!" exclaimed Mr. Switzer. "I haf your meaning now, of vat 'abandon' is, Mr. Pertell. I am to break der chair ven I sits on it, yes? Dot is 'abandon' a chair. Vot a queer lanquitch der English is, alretty. Vell, brings me annuder chair und I vill abandon it!" Mr. Pertell threw his hands upwards in a despairing gesture.
I will tell you, Dad, why he wants to be associated with you in this coal mine business. Ernest Switzer wants our Kathleen. Mother knows it. We all know it." Her father gazed at her in astonishment. "Surely this is quite unwarranted, Nora," he said. "I cannot allow a matter of this kind to be dragged into a matter of business."
"More paste!" ordered Mr. Pertell. "More paste there, Mr. Switzer. Don't be afraid of it, Mr. Bunn! It's clean!" "Oh, this is awful this is terrible!" groaned the tragic actor. "My hat is ruined." And such did seem to be the case, for the shining silk tile was filled with paste, the outside also being well covered. Mr. Bunn tried to get away from the slapping brush of Mr.
His eyes ran rapidly over the scores of girls at their tables, resting at length upon a fair, pale thoughtful young girl standing nearest him. He remembered having often seen her with Dorothy. He recollected, too, that her name was Nannie Switzer. He stepped up to her and raised his hat with that courteous bow that was always so fascinating to young girls.
It produced a revulsion, in which he remembered his Protestant upbringing; and the upshot was, a Switzer found him, late that night, supine in the roadway beneath the Vatican gardens, gazing up at the moon and damning the Pope. Behaviour so little consonant with his letters of introduction naturally awoke misgivings. O Badcock, fill Donna Julia's glass, and pass the bottle!"
"All ready," answered Mr. Harrison, who was one of the principal characters. "Then go!" cried the manager, and Russ was about to turn the operating handle. "Vait! Vait a minute. Holt on!" cried the voice of Mr. Switzer. "Don't shoot yet alretty!" and he held up a restraining hand. "Oh, what's the matter now?" demanded Mr. Pertell, with a gesture of annoyance.
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