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He had often counted them over. "Of course," he went on, "there's my XL knife. That's worth a lot, only the point of the big blade's broken." "Huh!" grunted Foxy, "there's jist the stub left." "It's not!" said Hughie, indignantly. "It's more than half, then. And it's bully good stuff, too.
Papers went off like hot cakes. Before the evening was over more than two thousand copies of that edition had been sold. Many more than two thousand people had crowded to the "Blade's" show window to catch a glimpse of the exhibits described in the rollicking news story. "Pshaw! Dodge and Bayliss, the heroes!" shouted one man in the crowd, as he ran his eye through the story.
"Of course, hanged," returned Losely, resuming the reckless voice and manner in which there was that peculiar levity which comes from hardness of heart, as from the steel's hardness comes the blade's play. "But if a man did not sometimes forget consequences, there would be an end of the gallows. I am glad that his eye never left mine."
"None of your Cabanas" is rather good style. The Blade, it must be understood especially by the Blade's friends spends his time in a whirl of dissipation. That is the symbolism of the emphatic obliquity of the costume. First, he drinks.
His mind sees quickly yet; and he rarely utters a sentiment that is not full of meaning. When he spoke of Blade's heart growing as hard in ten years as one of his old mill-stones, he was not uttering words at random, nor merely indulging in a harsh sentiment, little caring whether it were closely applicable or not. That the indurating process had begun, he, alas! was too sadly conscious."
There was not around it a great profusion of flowers and shrubbery; but the few vines, flowers, and bushes that grew green and flourishing about the door, and along the clean walks, added to the air of taste and comfort that so peculiarly marked the dwelling. "Who lives in that pleasant little spot?" I asked of a man whom I had frequently seen in Blade's bar-room.
Then, in whispers, Harry told the story as rapidly as he could. Mr. Pollock's face took on a broader grin as he listened. "I'd hate to have young Prescott for my enemy," confessed the "Blade's" editor. "But this is the most atrocious joke I've ever known him to put up." "We had to put a stop to Dodge and Bayliss," Harry smiled.
A little practice, and this kind of thing may be ground out almost without thinking. Occasionally, in your conversation with ladies, you may let an oath slip. But it will give them a glimpse of the lurid splendour of your private life. And that brings us to the central thing of the Blade's life, the eternal Feminine! Pity them, be a little sorry for them the poor souls cannot be Blades.
I couldn't withdraw it in time." Rofflash, while with Marlborough's army, had acquired some rough knowledge of surgery. His hands had gone over Vane's chest in the region of the heart. The wound was on the right side. "There's life left," said the captain, "but he won't last long without a surgeon. The blade's touched the lungs, I'll swear. Look ye here, sir.
Could it be possible that their visit to The Hermitage had already been discovered? Noaks watched their faces for a moment, evidently well pleased with the effect which his remark had produced; then he burst out laughing. "Look here," he continued, producing from his pocket a buck-handled clasp-knife: "I wonder if that's anything like it; I see the big blade's broken."
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