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Orooblis was preparing a boat to descend the Tigris, and his servants were loading it with bales of apparel and baskets of provisions, while he himself was in a great bustle, going often between his dwelling-house and the boat, talking loud and giving orders, and ever and anon wiping his forehead, for he was a man that delighted in having an ado.
Sylvia listened, straining her swollen eyes to see her sister's face, wiping away the tears which ran incessantly down her pale, grimy cheeks, repressing her sobs to listen, although they broke out in one burst after another.
Folsom ordered, sharply. Harkness did precisely that, then he turned, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He was a small, fox-faced man; with a grin he invited the new-comer to "have one." "Don't you know better than to drink on a day like this?" the latter demanded. "Don't worry about me. I was raised on 'hootch," said Harkness. "It's bad medicine." "Bah!
In a single year the chastest and most modest servant girl was so thoroughly corrupted that she had to be driven into the streets. "We men seem to emit a pestilential air," he reflected, "that corrupts every woman." "Or at least men of my kind," he added carefully. "Have you any other wishes, sir?" asked the girl, daintily wiping her hands on her apron. "No, thank you." She turned to the door.
"Ah, Lorenzo, that word reminds me of a lost paradise. The avenging angel has driven me from it, and I shall never see it again." "Say not so!" begged Lorenzo, secretly wiping a tear from his cheek. "No, say not so, you will certainly recover!" "Yes, recover!" replied the pope. "For death is a recovery, and in the end perhaps the most real."
Well, Mave, I hope that my eyes may be closed by the hands I loved an' love so well an' that's your own, agrab machree, an' Denis's." "Whisht, Denis asthore," said Mave, wiping her eyes, "I hope I'll never see that day.
The lad o' Ecclefechan, ye ken-no the lass o' Ecclefechan! Losh! A hae whiles laffit mysen gey near daft at yon! The lad o' Ecclefechan!" He gave way to another burst of hilarity, in which I sincerely joined. "A henna' thocht aboot yon a towmond syne," he continued, wiping the dew of merriment from his eyes; "bit ye hae brocht it bock the nicht. The lad o' Ecclefechan! ha-ha-ha!
Encouraged, however, by a glance from their lord, they still kept throwing, while bowing to him, gravy into his beard, and wiping it dry in a manner to tear every hair of it out. The varlet who served a caudle baptised his head with it, and took care to let the burning liquor trickle down poor Amador's backbone.
Look there there's more rats coming after you!" "Oh, whisht, will you?" replied Paddy, taking his seat on the sand, and wiping his brow. "They're aff me now." The children stood by, disappointed of their game. Good acting appeals to children just as much as to grown-up people. They stood waiting for another excess of humour to take the comedian, and they had not to wait long.
"What do you want medicine?" he muttered at last, wiping his beard and mouth with the palm of his hand, and the palm on his knees.
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