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"Yea, truly, and a murrain seize thee!" said Little John, the first aloud and the last to his beard. "Then thou mayst go thy ways; and thank thy patron saint that I am a merciful man," said the Tanner. "A plague o' such mercy as thine!" said Little John, sitting up and feeling his ribs where the Tanner had cudgeled him. "I make my vow, my ribs feel as though every one of them were broken in twain.
Such persons must be of a highly sensitive order, and cannot come under the same line of human criticism and judgment as might be applied to those in everyday life." These passages illustrate, at least, the delicate and often-times suggestible nature of the trance; and how inconclusive, to say the least, are such experiments as those of Drs. Tanner and Hall!
And when he had finished they would look significantly at one another, and chuckle incredulously. The tanner seemed to earnestly wish to befriend him, and urged him to confess. "The truth's the only thing ez kin save ye, Birt." "I'm tellin' the truth," poor Birt would declare.
"I believe he lives somewhere in Westminster," said Tanner, "that's all I know about him; and if this be all you had to say it might have been said in the coffee-room." "It is not all that I have to say," said Sybil; "and I beseech you, sir, listen to me. I know where Gerard lives: I am his daughter, and the same roof covers our heads.
Simon Attwood stayed to lock the door, fumbling his keys as if his sight had failed; but when the heavy bolt was shut, he turned and called after John Combe, so that the old man stopped in the way and dripped a puddle until the tanner came up to where he stood.
Thank you, dear—thank you for the tanner; if I don’t spend it, I’ll keep it in remembrance of your sweet face. What, you are going?—well, first let me whisper a word to you. If you have any clies to sell at any time, I’ll buy them of you; all safe with me; I never peach, and scorns a trap; so now, dear, God bless you! and give you good luck!
The barman had already reached up for two glasses but Sir Timothy shook his head. "I think not," he said. There was a moment's silence. The barman made despairing signs at Sir Timothy. Billy the Tanner was moistening his lips with his tongue. "Why not?" he demanded. "Because I don't know you and I don't like you," was the bland reply. Billy the Tanner wasted small time upon preliminaries.
He was pretty well aware of Elsa's extravagant favoritism of Code, and he immediately figured that Code had enlisted Elsa on his side to the ruin of Nat. "So I've got to beat 'em all now, have I?" he asked grimly, his jaw setting with an ugly click. "Schofield and Mallaby, and yes while I'm about it, Tanner, too.
He said twice perhaps three times at her home at a railway station and at a farm belonging to a man called Tanner." "Yes," said Rachel, indifferently. "I knew Lucy Tanner, his sister. She was an artist like him. I liked them both." There was silence. In Rachel's breast there was beating a painful tide of speech that longed to find its way to freedom but it was gripped and thrust back by her will.
But now you can't get a damned cent out of me. Then I threw a little brush into him: 'I'd have stood a touch for your finding the fake tanner, because there isn't any such person. "I intended to put the hobo out of business," Walker went on, "but the effect of my words on him were even more startling than I anticipated. His jaw dropped and he looked at me in astonishment.
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