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Updated: June 10, 2025
They were playing perfectly their roles. The two Chinamen shuffled into the room. The priest arose in jabbering protest. They argued with him acridly. A few feet away one could see that their cheap linen robes covered the ordinary street garb of the Chinamen; that the ugly lines on their faces were painted, as on the face of the Joss. Baskinelli was laughing.
"Lana, I command you to go and join your partner." But Miss Corson persisted in her rebelliousness. She did not relish the ominous threat that she perceived in the situation. "I shall stay with you till you're in a better state of temper, father." "You'll hear nothing to this man's credit if you do stay," said the Senator, acridly.
A smile flitted across Kitty's face, and tears sprang to her eyes; but her questioner saw only the smile. The world is full of such purblind folk. "Where were you last night so late?" she said acridly. Kitty turned on the plump little woman and looked down at her. "When Miss Smythe told me that I should find a pleasant home here, she made a sad mistake," was the irrelevant answer that Mees gave.
"Brown's purty stuck up now," he said acridly. "I remember the time when he didn't have a pot to cook in. He had thirty Chile dollars a month wages. We come on the beach the same day in the same ship. His shoes were busted out, and he was crazy to get money for a new girl he had. There was a Chink had eighteen tins of vanilla-beans worth about two hundred American dollars each.
"I wish you weren't dead," Alicia told him regretfully. "Your taste in clothes is above all praise, though I fancy you were somewhat too vain of your legs, sir. I never knew before that men had legs like that, did you, Sophy?" "I take no pleasure in the legs of a man." I quoted the Psalmist acridly enough. "Don't pay any attention to Sophy," Alicia advised the portrait, naughtily.
In a crowd they always made way for her: for she was resolute with the almost ruthless resolution of one whose purpose is sure and conscience clean. "You feel," Mr. Haggard once said, "that she's clear." He waved vaguely. "Pity she's a little heathen," said Mrs. Haggard acridly. "She doesn't know her catechism," answered the mild vicar in his exasperatingly mild way. "Is she any the worse?"
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