United States or South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The last crack of a triphammer, peckering at a giant pile of iron down the block, dies out on the dead air. A taxicab, rrrrr-ing in the street below, grunts its horn. A newsboy, in neuralgic yowl, bawls out a sporting extra. Another "L" train and the panes rattle again. A momentary quiet ... and from somewhere in a nearby street I hear a grind-organ. What is the tune it is playing?
And at last she had gone to the apartments of the man who had her letters, in a taxicab covered with a heavy veil, and had got them back. He had shot himself when she returned the husband but she burned the letters and then called a Doctor, and he was saved. Not the doctor, of course. The husband.
"Come on, my dear," cried Miss Francklyn, smiling sweet insolent treachery into Susan's face. Susan smiled sweetly back at her. As she was leaving the taxicab in Forty-fifth Street, she said: "Send Rod home by noon, won't you? And don't tell him I know." Miss Francklyn, who had been drinking greedily, began to cry. Susan laughed. "Don't be a silly," she urged. "If I'm not upset, why should you be?
After this he returned to Brentano's, where he remained until his death. About a year before his death he was run over by a taxicab, which shook his nerves a great deal. At some time during his career he came into intimate friendly contact with Ambrose Bierce, and used to tell many entertaining anecdotes about that erratic venturer in letters.
Then when you were directed to the German restaurant and afterward left it in the taxicab with this man Smith they had your cab followed, at the same time notifying Mr. Underhill, and covering your hotel." "This is most interesting," said Edestone; "but if the business of these men is known why are they not arrested?" "Mr.
In fact there had apparently been no results at all. Duvall's first move, after leaving Mrs. Morton's apartment that morning, was to enter the taxicab which had been waiting for him at the door and return to his hotel. A light overcoat which he had in the vehicle concealed his workman's disguise sufficiently to enable him to reach his room without exciting comment.
A taxicab, coincidentally coming from an uptown direction, swung in to the curb. "Taxi, sir? Yes, sir?" Then, with an admirable mingling of eagerness to secure the fare and a fear that his confession might cause him the loss of it: "I've another fare in half an hour, sir, but I can get you most anywhere in that time." Jimmie Dale's cigarette was tossed carelessly into the street. "St.
"That's disheartening to a hungry person," Julia remarked: and then remembered that she had a key to the front door in her purse. She opened the door, and lighted the hall chandelier while Noble brought in her bags from the steps where the taxicab driver had left them. "There's nobody home at all," Julia said thoughtfully. "Not even Gamin." "No. Nobody," her sad companion agreed, shaking his head.
"Did you come up without any luggage at all?" he asked. She shook her head. "I have a dressing-bag and a few things downstairs on a taxicab," she said. "I told the man to stop his engine and wait for a time until I had seen you," she added, turning around. There was a very slight smile upon her lips, the glimmer of something that was almost appealing, in her eyes.
There is this also to be said of the London taxi service and to an American it is one of the abiding marvels of the place that, no matter where you go, no matter how late the hour or how outlying and obscure the district, there is always a trim taxicab just round the next corner waiting to come instantly at your whistle, and with it a beggar with a bleak, hopeless face, to open the cab door for you and stand, hat in hand, for the penny you toss him.
Word Of The Day