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They jeered merrily at any porter in heavy boots who, in stepping over an artichoke stem, fell sprawling full-length upon the ground. They were the rosy-cheeked familiar spirits of those greasy streets. They were to be seen everywhere.
The other where, with genial sarcasm, Boots propounds this brace of opinions by way of general summing up "Firstly, that there are not many couples on their way to be married who are half as innocent as them two children. Secondly, that it would be a jolly good thing for a great many couples on their way to be married, if they could only be stopped in time, and brought back separate."
"I can't afford to," said Ben. "I'm a poor boy myself." "I wouldn't feel poor if I had fifty dollars," returned Tom. "I hope you'll have it sometime, and a good deal more." "So do I. When I'm a rich man, I'll wash my face oftener." "And put blacking on your boots instead of your face," added Ben. "It might look better," Tom admitted.
The fellow was tall, yet heavily built, wearing a great leather helmet with brass facings, his body encased in a slashed doublet, the strap fastenings of a steel breastplate showing at waist and shoulders, while high boots of yellow cordovan leather extended above his knees.
She had probably never visited a professional coiffeur in her life. Her form was straitly confined in an atrocious dress of linsey-woolsey, and she wore an apron that was neither white nor black. Her boots were commodious. After her meal she was putting a hat-pin to a purpose which hat-pins do not usually serve.
For, 'boots, I says to myself he thinks by 'boots, there being a cord'er in his family on the mother's side; which you yourself told to me, as you did, Mas' Gammon, and now holds back, you did, like a bad horse." "Hey! does Gammon jib?" said the farmer, with the ghost of old laughter twinkling in his eyes. "He told me this tale," Mrs.
Clothed in rags like Fourchon, poor Courtecuisse, who lately wore the boots and gaiters of a huntsman, now thrust his feet into sabots and accused "the rich" of Les Aigues of having caused his destitution.
It had been a poor Sunday, and now he would go and see if any of the men were at home and had visitors, for then there would be spirits going round. Lasse could not find it in his heart to take any of his wages to buy a dram with; that money would have quite enough to do to buy bare necessaries. On one of the beds lay a man asleep, fully dressed, and with his boots on. He was dead drunk.
You've lost your colour and your mouth is beginning to drag at the corners." And she nodded and marched away, the high heels of her beautiful small brown boots striking the pavement with a military click. As she had dressed in the morning Robin had wondered if she was mistaken in thinking that the awful nights had made her look different.
Fergus had just got up, in the little room he shared with Lindsay in the marshal's quarters, a mile north of Hochkirch; and was putting on his boots when, a few minutes past five, the sound of firing was heard. "There are the Croats, as usual," he said. "What a restless fellow you are, Drummond! You have been up, at this unearthly hour, each morning since we got here.
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