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They drove away slowly as Tucker and Sally watched. Tucker lifted one hand in farewell. "You just never know, do you?" Charlie said. "Tucker Smollett," Margery said. "Good old Tucker." Halfway back to Portland, Charlie looked over at Margery and asked about her husband. "He cared for me," she said. "He just cared more for someone else." "Damn shame," Charlie said.
Scott, as a matter of course, did not know a tucker from a turnip. None the less, he nodded his approval. That same evening, he confessed to himself a moderate degree of pride, when he introduced Reed Opdyke to his mother. Mrs.
Vercoe goes to Queen's Club, Mr. Bourne, I advise you, etc. So, 'Toby' evidently has no doubt who's to go there." "Toby" Tucker was our racket professional, and when he spotted a pair for the public-school rackets, Fenton, the master who finally chose the pair, never said "Nay." "Toby" was incorruptible.
Stott again said recklessly: "Poof!" Just as he said "poof!", the leaders rose on their hind legs. Mr. Tucker, who rose with them, clung valiantly to their bits and dangled there. One of the wheel horses laid down and the other tried to climb over the back of the leader in front of him, while the bystanders scattered. "There seems to be some kind of a ruckus," Mr.
"I wish you'd get somebody else, sir," said Tucker, very respectfully. "There's a lot of chaps aboard that'd like the job." "You're the only man I can trust," said the captain shortly. "When I give you orders I know they'll be obeyed; it's your watch now." He went out humming.
"Only just a scratch, but it seems like it took th' tucker out o' me mighty suddin," gasped the old man. "Beckon I'd better get down. I'd 'a' fallen if you hadn't rid up, Bud." "That's what I thought when I saw you reel." By the time Bud, with his cousins, was helping Old Billee to the ground, Yellin' Kid and Snake turned and saw what had happened.
"I knew you were refined the minute I looked at you. I think you might get a room in the house of a lady friend of mine Mrs. Tucker, up in Clinton Place near University Place an elegant neighborhood that is, the north side of the street. The south side's kind o' low, on account of dagoes having moved in there. They live like vermin but then all tenement people do." "They've got to," said Susan.
"Why, if it were such a gentlemanly thing as a dissipation, Tucker, I shouldn't say a word not a single word. A taste for wine is entirely proper, I'm sure, and even a little intoxication is permissible on occasions such as christenings, weddings, and Christmas Eve gatherings. Your father used to say, Christopher, that the proof of a gentleman was in the way he held his wine.
There was something so startlingly frank, so hopelessly self-satisfied, so contagiously good-humored in the woman's perfect moral unconsciousness, that even if Mrs. Tucker had been less preoccupied her resentment would have abated. But her eyes were fixed on the gloomy face of Patterson, who was beginning to unlock the sepulchres of his memory and disinter his deeply buried thoughts.
As he lighted the old cob his lean brown hands trembled slightly and he utterly refused to look into Rose Mary's eyes. "What is it, honey-heart?" she demanded again. "What's what, Rose Mary?" asked Uncle Tucker with a slight rift in the gloom.
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