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I met the car, a two-seater, which he drove himself, at the front door, and perceived between a motoring cap worn peak behind and a tightly buttoned Burberry coat a pink, fleshy, clean shaven face, from the middle of which projected an enormous cigar. I helped Liosha out. "This is Mr. Fendihook." "Commonly called Ras Fendihook, at your service," said he.
Paul smiled and made a nest of cushions in a corner of the settee. "Sit there, Flamby," he said, "and let me talk to you." Flamby sat down facing him, and her nerves beginning to recover from the shock imposed upon them, she found that her heart was really beating, and beating rapidly. Paul was in evening dress, and as the night was showery, wore a loose Burberry.
Here they encountered few wayfarers; and to these, preoccupied with anxiety to gain shelter from the inclement night, they seemed, no doubt, some student of the Quarter with his sweetheart Lanyard in his shabby raincoat, striding rapidly, head and shoulders bowed against the driving mist, the girl in her trim Burberry clinging to his arm....
Our clothing in moderate temperatures consisted of thick woollen underclothing and Burberry windproof overalls. This underclothing was specially designed for the purpose; I had myself watched the preparation of the material, and knew that it contained nothing but pure wool.
Mike, shuffling across to school in a Burberry, met Adair at Downing's gate. These moments are always difficult. Mike stopped he could hardly walk on as if nothing had happened and looked down at his feet. "Coming across?" he said awkwardly. "Right ho!" said Adair. They walked on in silence. "It's only about ten to, isn't it?" said Mike.
She wore a Burberry raglan and an entirely untrimmed soft felt hat, and she came over unceremoniously and joined the group. "Miss Devereux," said the author, with hard-fetched irony, "here's a chorus-girl in perfect agreement with you. She's got about six lines to say, and she wants to change two of them." "What are your changes, Dane?" Galbraith asked.
"In some marsh. They sit there and fiddle away on bramble roots and sing about various things they like." "What nice toads!" murmured Kirk. "Sh-sh!" whispered Ken; "we're waking Phil. Good night good morning, I mean. Warm enough now?" "Yes. Oh, Ken, aren't we having fun?" "Aren't we, though!" breathed his brother, pulling the end of the Burberry over Kirk's shoulders. The sun is a good thing.
I was unfortunate as regarded footgear, since I had given away my heavy Burberry boots on the floe, and had now a comparatively light pair in poor condition. The carpenter assisted me by putting several screws in the sole of each boot with the object of providing a grip on the ice. The screws came out of the 'James Caird'. We turned in early that night, but sleep did not come to me.
There were camping rugs, blankets, cork mattresses, pillows and pillow cases, bed bags, towels, lanterns, mosquito boots, whetstones, hunting and skinning knives, khaki helmets, pocket tapes to measure trophies, Pasteur anti-venomous serum, hypodermic syringes, chairs, tables, cots, puttees, sweaters, raincoats, Jaeger flannels, socks and pajamas, cholera belts, Burberry hunting clothes, and lots of other little odds and ends that seemed to be necessary.
He liked the look of a Burberry gabardine which lay beside him on the seat. There was a suggestion of sport about it; yet it in no way transgressed the line of good taste. Frank Mannix was aware that his ties had set a lofty standard to the school. He felt sure that his instinctive good taste had not deserted him in choosing the brown suit and the gabardine. Of his boots he was a little doubtful.
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