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They play on goblets, they say just common glass goblets and make fine music." "An afternoon entertainment?" "Yes, sir, as a kind of introduction, you know; they expect to get a crowd for evening by the means." "Do you know where tickets are to be had?" The policeman indicated a bookstore at his left by a gesture from his thumb, and said, "Right here," and offered to secure some at once.

With the increasing desire for a better education there seems to be a growing tendency on the part of young men to avail themselves of such aids as shall push them towards the object in view with the smallest amount of work; and instead of applying themselves with energy and determination to overcome the difficulties that face them in various branches of study, they resort to the keys that may be had in any bookstore.

Frank remembered a tall, thin stripling who had accompanied his parents to the Cedars, and who appeared to have an inexhaustible appetite. "Yes, I remember him. Does he go to school?" "No; Pliny is in a store," answered Mr. Tarbox. "Your store?" "Oh, no! I thought it would be better for him to enter the employ of a stranger. He is in a bookstore."

Ever since the Athenæum was closed, he had hung anxiously about the place, frequently dropping in upon the neighbors to ask quite by-the-byishly, and by chance, it seemed to them after the health of Miss Wimple; and sometimes he waylaid the little servant, as she passed to and fro between the bookstore and the doctor's residence, and plied her with questions.

"Who was that?" said Canning, suspending conversation to bow, with Carlisle, to a passing female pedestrian. "Oh," she laughed, a little vexedly, roused from her meditations "just one of my poor relations." "Ah?" said he, a trifle surprised. A far cry, indeed, from the celebrated dowager, friend of diplomats and presidents, to Miss Cooney of Saltman's bookstore, in a three-year-old skirt.

He was making his way back leisurely, when, just as he was passing Burnton's bookstore, he saw Phil looking in at the window. He immediately recognized him as the little Italian fiddler who had refused to lend him his fiddle, as described in a previous chapter. In his attempt he was frustrated by Paul Hoffman.

See, here is the statue of the general." "What general?" "General Blaumont! We had to have a statue. We are not 'the proud people of Gisors' for nothing! So we discovered General de Blaumont. Look in this bookseller's window." He drew me towards the bookstore, where about fifteen red, yellow and blue volumes attracted the eye. As I read the titles, I began to laugh idiotically.

Carter has a theory tell us about it, Carter." "In accordance with instructions," began Carter, as if he was making out a report, "I had operatives K-24 and K-11 shadow the party suspected. On two different occasions they followed her to a bookstore and back home again. She was accompanied on one occasion by her younger sister.

Having obtained at a bookstore a copy of Lloyd's Map of the Mississippi River, I returned to the tailor's, where I was greeted in the most kindly manner, and informed that the young lady of the house, the only daughter of my host, had voluntarily left home to visit some city relations, that I might occupy her comfortably furnished room, with the open fireplace, which was now filled with blazing wood, and sending forth a genial glow into the heavily-curtained apartment.

He was just in front, and instinctively the boy quickened his step to keep pace with the rapid one. Tode knew him well, had waited on him at table when there came now and then a stormy day, and he sought the hotel at the dining hour instead of his own handsome home. He halted presently before a bookstore and went in. Tode lounged in after him.