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Updated: May 14, 2025
This saving would have existed only in imagination to the ordinary customer, who is presented with a paper of nail-like pins, a rusty bodkin, or a highly- superfluous button-hook as a substitute for lawful change; but Margot took a mischievous delight in collecting farthings and paying down the exact sum in establishments devoted to eleven-threes, to the disgust of the young ladies who supplied her demands.
Here he hesitated for a word, and I, although I knew nothing about the matter, helped him out with suggestions in the same rhetorical vein. "Or a button-hook," I said, "or a blunderbuss or a battering-ram or a piston-rod " He resumed, refreshed with this assistance, "Or a curtain rod or a candle-stick, or a "
Soames replaced the button-hook on the lace and pink silk of the dressing-table coverlet. "The name?" said Emily, "there are all the other Forsytes." "As if that helped me," muttered James. "I shall be in my grave, and there'll be nobody, unless he marries again." "You're quite right," said Soames quietly; "I'm getting a divorce." James' eyes almost started from his head. "What?" he cried.
'Lupton would talk about the immortality of the soul, said Birkin, 'and then he hadn't got a button-hook. 'Oh God! cried Marshall. 'The immortality of the soul on your wedding day! Hadn't you got anything better to occupy your mind? 'What's wrong with it? asked the bridegroom, a clean-shaven naval man, flushing sensitively. 'Sounds as if you were going to be executed instead of married.
From his pocket the took out a knife containing a number of implements, amongst them a hook-like contrivance. "Have you a button-hook, Petrie," he asked, "or anything of that nature?" "How will this do?" said the Inspector, and he produced a pair of handcuffs. "They were not wanted," he added significantly. "Better still," declared Smith.
"Whatever's in there has been there an awful long time," said Richard as he poked at the contents with his button-hook, "for Uncle Darcy said the rifle's never been used since it was brought back to him." "And it's ten years come Michaelmas since Emmett was drowned," said Georgina, again quoting the old net-mender.
Take a woman and put a pair of men's four-shilling drawers on her that are so tight that when they get damp, from perspiration, sis; they stick so you can't cross your legs without an abrasion of the skin, the buckle in the back turning a somersault and sticking its points into your spinal menengitis; put on an undershirt that draws across the chest so you feel as though you must cut a hole in it, or two, and which is so short that it works up under your arms, and allows the starched upper shirt to sand paper around and file off the skin until you wish it was night, the tail of which will not stay tucked more than half a block, though you tuck, and tuck, and tuck; and then fasten a collar made of sheet zinc, two sizes too small for you, around your neck; put on vest and coat, and liver pad and lung pad and stomach pad, and a porous plaster, and a chemise shirt between the two others, and rub on some liniment, and put a bunch of keys and a jack-knife and a button-hook and a pocket-book and a pistol and a plug of tobacco in your pockets, so they will chafe your person, and then go and drink a few whisky cocktails, and walk around in the sun with tight boots on, sis, and then you will know what a man's dress is.
"Wonder if that safe is a side-bolt?" he mused. "Most likely. I dare say it's only the average combination. A one-armed yegg could open most of the boxes in this town with a tin button-hook. Anyhow, it would have to be a new-laid lock I couldn't open. If he's left the letters in the safe we're all right so here's hoping he has. I certainly don't want to go to his room unless I have to.
The door opened and an old lady in a black silk gown inquired, "Qu'est-ce que vous voulez, M'sieu'?" I presented my billeting-paper with a bow. Her waist was girt with a kind of bombardier's girdle from which hung a small armoury of steel implements and leather scabbards: scissors, spectacle case, a bunch of keys, a button-hook, and other more or less intimidating things.
"Didn't you say you wanted to find something, dear?" he asked, quite puzzled, while the others surrounded them wonderingly. "No," said Phronsie, "only where is the hook, Grandpapa? I don't see it." She lifted her little face and gazed up at him confident that he knew everything. "She has lost her button-hook!" exclaimed Polly, "the cunning little silver one Auntie Whitney gave her Christmas.
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