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Updated: June 27, 2025
But it doesn't matter, after all; you're too fair to look upon for spies to guess your opinions, even though you can't simper and hide behind your fan like Signora Grassini." "Now Cesare, let that poor woman alone! There, take some more barley-sugar to sweeten your temper. Are you ready? Then we had better start."
"We don't want any fine language, you know," said the relentless Coggs. "Yes or no. Will you promise to be your old self again?" "I only wish I could," said poor Mr. Bultitude "but I can't!" "Very well, then," said Coggs firmly, "we must try the torture. Coker, will you screw the back of his hand, while I show him how they make barley-sugar?"
But after he got away Jack took to his heels and ran with all his might, so that he did not look round until he was in the woods. What was to be done then? That's the way a person fares when he has no sense! If he had behaved himself, he would have been sitting quietly in the house eating barley-sugar and milk.
You see very fat old men crying like babies, and, like babies, sucking enormous sticks of barley-sugar. Actors and audience enter warmly into the illusion of the piece; and so especially are the former affected, that at Franconi's, where the battles of the Empire are represented, there is as regular gradation in the ranks of the mimic army as in the real imperial legions.
But the grocer gave him such a terrible look that he had to pause and quiet her with some delicate attention. He watched the policeman, and perceiving that he had his nose lowered over his little box again, he profited of the opportunity to shove some barley-sugar into Virginie's mouth. Thereupon she laughed at him good-naturedly and turned all her anger against Gervaise. "Just make haste, eh?
You did that on purpose!" "Yes," said Sam, "I did; for though pigs on four legs are all very well, I don't like pigs on two." "Here, Jackie, never mind," said Susan, seeing him about to begin to cry, and offering him her last sugar-plum. "I don't want sugar-plums, I want barley-sugar," said John devouring it nevertheless. "I haven't one bit more," said Susan regretfully.
One day, as I was weary of our usual place, beside the wooden horses, Francoise had taken me for an excursion across the frontier guarded at regular intervals by the little bastions of the barley-sugar women into those neighbouring but foreign regions, where the faces of the passers-by were strange, where the goat-carriage went past; then she had gone away to lay down her things on a chair that stood with its back to a shrubbery of laurels; while I waited for her I was pacing the broad lawn, of meagre close-cropped grass already faded by the sun, dominated, at its far end, by a statue rising from a fountain, in front of which a little girl with reddish hair was playing with a shuttlecock; when, from the path, another little girl, who was putting on her cloak and covering up her battledore, called out sharply: "Good-bye, Gilberte, I'm going home now; don't forget, we're coming to you this evening, after dinner."
She said you could stop thinking about funerals well enough when you wanted. You did forget sometimes when nice things happened; when you went to see Mrs. Farmer's baby undressed, and when Isabel Batty came to tea. Isabel was almost a baby. It felt nice to lift her and curl up her stiff, barley-sugar hair and sponge her weak, pink silk hands. And there were things that you could do.
Soup does very well without Maybe it's always pepper that makes people hot-tempered," she went on, very much pleased at having found out a new kind of rule, "and vinegar that makes them sour and camomile that makes them bitter and and barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew that: then they wouldn't be so stingy about it, you know "
Now he told her everything, the "barley-sugar," as he called it, the pins in chapel, and how one afternoon he had tied him head-downward on to a tree trunk and then ran away of course only for a moment. For this she scolded him well. But she had a thrill of joy when she thought of the weak boy in the clutches of the strong one. Gerald died that afternoon. He was broken up in the football match.
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