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Smith or Crawley, to give him his real name tossed down half a tumbler of neat whisky and turned, wiping his heavy mustache with the back of his hand. "So you can't do anything, can't you?" he mimicked. "Well, I'm going to show you that you can, and that you will!" He put up his hand to check the words on John Minute's lips.
As he spoke a step was heard outside, and next moment Shank entered, carrying a brace of rabbits which he flung down, and then threw himself on a couch in a state of considerable exhaustion. "There," said he, wiping the perspiration from his forehead. "They've cost me more trouble than they're worth, for I'm quite done up. I had no idea I had become so weak in the legs.
She turned quite red, and hurried off stammering: "Thanks, Monsieur Jean, I thank you very much." As for me, wiping my wet hands, I stood motionless and confused before my uncle Lazare. The worthy man, with folded arms, and bringing back a corner of his cassock, watched Babet, who was running up the pathway without turning her head.
Henry's boyhood had been so full of peril that he was absolutely indifferent to danger and a stranger to fear. He was not even afraid of work, and at the end of eighteen months he was marked up for a run. He had passed from the wiping gang to the deck of a passenger engine, and was now ready for the road.
"I meant to buy them some presents, and there was no time when we were shopping this morning, and Aunt Lucy isn't going into town again before Christmas, so I can't get them at all now," said Patty, blurting out her trouble as briefly as she could. "Is that all?" asked Horace. "It's quite enough for me," replied Patty, wiping her eyes again. "Why, my dear girl, that's easily remedied.
"Yes, your honour," said the good man surreptitiously wiping something, probably sugar, off his hands on the lining of his gown. "And his beadle, your lordship," added the host, and the under-strapper inside the greatcoat saluted the Colonel with a flourish of his tipstaff.
When he returned, the Chemist had grown to nearly four feet. He was sitting on the floor with his back against the Doctor's knees. The Big Business Man was wiping the blood off his face with a damp napkin. "Here!" cried the Very Young Man, thrusting forth the brandy. The Chemist drank a little of it. Then he sat up, evidently somewhat revived. "I seem to have stopped growing," he said.
It hurt him, and some vague sense of shame returned. He began to cry and swear foolishly. "God damned dog!" he said. "Damned old cur," wiping the slush from his worthless coat. "I I hired such people as you once." Now a fierce feeling against Carrie welled up just one fierce, angry thought before the whole thing slipped out of his mind. "She owes me something to eat," he said. "She owes it to me."
It was with genuine joy that he hurried forward to greet the girl, though they had parted but a few short months ago in such bitter anger. "I am glad to get you back again, little Jessie," he declared, eagerly; "and, as I wrote to you, we will let by-gones be by-gones, little girl, and forget the past unpleasantness between us by wiping it out of our minds as though it had never been.
There are couples that appear and vanish, strictly avoiding the little light that is left. Night is wiping out colors and features and names from both sorts of strollers. I notice a woman who waits, standing on the river bank. Her silhouette has pearly-gray sky behind it, so that she seems to support the darkness.
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