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Her drollery took the form of impertinence. "And I am laying brick on a tall factory chimney," said Blinker. "Mayn't we see Coney together? I'm all alone and I've never been there before." "It depends," said the girl, "on how nicely you behave. I'll consider your application until we get there." Blinker took pains to provide against the rejection of his application. He strove to please.
"It will be a shame if they're parted; but the whole thing is a shame, and there's nothing I'd like so much as to send the rascally buyers and sellers to the right-about, and to set the poor creatures free," he exclaimed. Just then a wizen-faced, one-eyed old Arab, his rich dress showing that he was a man of wealth and importance, came up and fixed his single blinker upon one of the negro girls.
"So, Master Brooke, you want to go to sea?" said Mr Junk, squirting a stream of tobacco-juice across his office, and eyeing me with his sole bloodshot blinker; "and you expect to like it?" "Of course I do; I expect to be happy wherever I am," I answered in a confident tone. "We shall see," he replied. "I have sent your chest aboard of the Naiad.
But here he was kept in like a schoolboy to write his name over and over on pieces of paper. His wounds were deep. Blinker turned his back on the fogies, and said to the club steward who had come forward with some nonsense about cold fresh salmon roe: "Symons, I'm going to Coney Island." He said it as one might say: "All's off; I'm going to jump into the river." The joke pleased Symons.
Blinker arose and jammed his hat down to his eyes. "Do what you please with it," he said harshly. "Remodel it, burn it, raze it to the ground. But, man, it's too late I tell you. It's too late. It's too late. It's too late." Besides many other things, Raggles was a poet.
But what held Blinker in awful fascination was the mob, the multitude, the proletariat shrieking, struggling, hurrying, panting, hurling itself in incontinent frenzy, with unabashed abandon, into the ridiculous sham palaces of trumpery and tinsel pleasures, The vulgarity of it, its brutal overriding of all the tenets of repression and taste that were held by his caste, repelled him strongly.
I can tell in a minute if a fellow is one who is likely to get fresh." "What do you mean by 'fresh?" "Why, try to kiss you me, I mean." "Do any of them try that?" asked Blinker, clenching his teeth. "Sure. All men do. You know that." "Do you allow them?" "Some. Not many. They won't take you out anywhere unless you do." She turned her head and looked searchingly at Blinker.
The houses looked so incapable of producing the big sums of money that Lawyer Oldport kept piling up in banks for him to spend. In the evening Blinker went to one of his clubs, intending to dine. Nobody was there except some old fogies playing whist who spoke to him with grave politeness and glared at him with savage contempt. Everybody was out of town.
The stony-hearted man was remorseless, and that night Clarence Stanly became a wanderer in the wide, wide world. As he went forth he uttered these words: "H. Blinker, beware! A RED HAND is around, my fine feller!" " a man of strange wild mien one who has seen trouble." Sir Walter Scott. "You ask me, don't I wish to see the Constitution dissolved and broken up.
He has more animal spirit than the pointer, but he has not so much patient courage; and the chastisement, sometimes unnecessary and cruel, but leaving the pointer perfect in his work, and eager for it too, would make the setter disgusted with it, and leave him a mere 'blinker'. It is difficult, however, always to decide the claim of superiority between these dogs.
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