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Updated: May 10, 2025
But now he felt neither embarrassment nor fear nor anger. He drew his revolver, and with the heavy butt banged loudly on the door. It left three deep dents in the wood, and the door was kicked open again. But this time he saw only the foot of the woman clad in a man's boot. The door remained open, but the hostess kept out of view. "You be ridin' on, friend," she called in her harsh voice.
Springey! followed by the heavy crack of a whip, announced the arrival of his lordship before the green palings; and a loud view halloa burst from Jack, as the object of inquiry was seen dancing about the open-windowed room above, with his face all flushed with the exertion of pulling on a very tight boot. 'Come in, my lord! pray, come in!
But there was the hugeness of him, bulking big in the doorway, the spare, sinewy height made the taller by his tall boot heels, the wide black hat with the drooping brim from which rain drops trickled in a quick flashing chain, the shaggy black chaps of a cowboy in holiday attire, the soft grey shirt, the grey neck handkerchief about a brown throat, even the end of a faded bandana trailing from a hip pocket.
The trials were often held by special commissions issued by the privy council, on the petition of a presbytery or general assembly. It was here that those terrible instruments of torture, the caschielawis, the lang irnis, the boot and the pilliewinkis, were used to wring confessions from the wretched victims.
Above Olympia, in a clear and tremulous sky, a great silver moon was rising. It was his hour, and she had hidden herself. Again, at that moment, Dion felt almost afraid of his love. His pipe had gone out. He took it from his lips, bent, and knocked out the tobacco against the heel of his boot.
No other ears had heard, no other eyes had seen, the signs that the old seaman had sensed above the sucking of the pumps. "She rises, I tell ye!" Then from the swirling water alongside, rising swiftly as the tide made, came a long, hollow sound like a Gargantuan boot being tugged out of a morass.
He sat up, weak, and looked around. Everywhere bonfires burned. Men were running about. He heard their talk and he knew all. He was shot through the left lung, so near to his heart that, as he felt it, he wondered how he had escaped. He knew it by the labored breathing, by the blood that ran down and half filled his left boot.
"Now, I'll tell you what you are: you're a Fraud; and if I wasn't afraid of dirtying my boot, I would kick you and your dinner into that dock." "I'll tell you something, too," retorted the captain, duskily flushing. "I wouldn't sail this ship for the man you are, if you went upon your knees. I've dealt with gentlemen up to now."
"None o' your sass, now, young man; I'm an officer of the law, an' a detective to boot! We sha'n't stand any nonsense. The place is surrounded and he can't escape! Where is he?" "That's for you to find out if you're such a good detective! This is David Bracken's place, and you can find him at his home on the hilltop yonder!" "Ask him what we've done, George," whispered Barnes. "We ain't after Mr.
A reg'lar drawing-room party he is and no mistake. Gives himself as many airs as a turkey-cock in springtime, and seems to think all the rest of the world was created on purpose to black his boots." "We don't sell much boot blacking here.
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