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Updated: June 15, 2025
The little man chewed the end of a cigar Tresler had presented him with, while his twinkling eyes exchanged meaning glances with his comrades. Twirly laughed loudly and backed against the bar, stretching out his arms on either side of him, and gripping its moulded edge with his beefy hands. "An' you're payin' fer that teachin'?" the butcher asked incredulously, when his mirth had subsided.
"Nothing. What makes you think there is?" "The mouth, man, the mouth! You don't get those wrinkles in the corner and a tight chin by being left alone five minutes, if all that is troubling you is a lost friend." "You 're too confounded suspicious. It's only that I 've so many things to do, Beefy." "Business picked up?" Donaldson smiled. Saul had known his Grub Street life.
Mershon was Lightener's engineer, the man who had designed and built his great plant. "I can't, but I will." "As soon as he can arrange it, please. I want to get started." "He'll be there in half an hour." Mershon came, a gray, beefy, heavy-faced man with clear, keen, seeing eyes. "Mr. Lightener has loaned you to me, Mr. Mershon. It was a tremendous favor, for I know what you can do."
There wasn't no such timber in him as in young Le Moyne, of course a big beefy fellow but he couldn't stand that, and almost before we had got well started he put on his hat, looked round at the crowd a minute, and said, 'Damned if I don't do it! He marched straight over to the Court House and did it, too.
At beefy luncheon-tables, and in gorgeous, stuffy bars tapestried with Lincrusta-Walton, he had listened to the innumerable tales of the town, in which greed, crookedness, ambition, rectitude, hatred, and sexual love were extraordinarily mixed the last being by far the smallest ingredient. He liked the town; he revelled in it.
Very gently and deftly the beefy old porter and his wife took off the fouled, blood-stained uniforms of the two fighting men, and washed their bodies, while she who had opened the door stood by and superintended all. The feverish, bright-eyed fellow seemed to be getting weaker, but the big peasant conversed with the old woman in a low, steady tone, and told her that there had been a big action.
It's early yet, so maybe she has n't seen the papers. I gave the boys the real arrest, so that they could get out an extra on it and take the curse off the first editions. And now," he added, "and now I 'm going to give them the story of their lives the inside story of all this." "Don't be a chump, Beefy!" "I'll do it," answered Saul firmly. "I'll leave out the girl but I 'll give them the rest.
'Rough on 'is missus an' the kids. Six of 'em, weren't it? 'Aw, assented Jem. 'But she'll get suthin' from the Society funds. 'Not a ha'porth, said Beefy. 'You'll remem no, it was just arter you left. The trades unions decided no benefits would be paid out for them as 'listed. It was Ben Shrillett engineered that. 'E was Secretary an' Treasurer an' things o' other societies as well as ours.
At the end of five minutes he had discarded this theory. Stopping the machine, he gave the cabby a real address in the place of the fictitious one he had first given in Donaldson's hearing. The latter's mind, supernormally alert, detected the ruse instantly. He placed a hand upon Saul's knee. "Beefy, you didn't suspect me, did you?" "What the devil is the matter with you then?" demanded Saul.
The recipes of our cookery-books are most of them of English origin, coming down from the times of our phlegmatic ancestors, when the solid, burly, beefy growth of the foggy island required the heat of fiery condiments, and could digest heavy sweets.
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