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He lighted a cheroot with hands whose tremblings, he devoutly hoped, were not apparent, for Prince Fribble had been ashamed to manifest a sincere emotion of any sort, and Paul Vanderhoffen shared as yet this foible. "Oh Brutus! Ravaillac! Damiens!" he drawled. "O general compendium of misguided aspirations! do be a duck and get along with you.
"The whackin' white cheroot" that the girl smoked in Kipling's "Road to Mandalay" is also much in evidence here; or perhaps instead of the white cheroot it is an enormous black cigar. In either case it is as large as a medium-sized corncob, that the newly landed tourist is moved to stare thereat in open-eyed amazement. How do Kipling's verses go?
I looked just for one minute as the barouche drove away at Hoskins, and never shall forget his figure. There stood Gus, his mouth wide open, his eyes staring, a smoking cheroot in his hand, wondering with all his might at the strange thing that had just happened to me. "Who is that Titmarsh?" says Gus: "there's a coronet on the carriage, by Jingo!"
Guard emerges from the tap, where he prefers breakfasting, licking round a tough-looking doubtful cheroot, which you might tie round your finger, and three whiffs of which would knock any one else out of time. The pinks stand about the inn-door lighting cigars and waiting to see us start, while their hacks are led up and down the market-place, on which the inn looks.
Warrington presented himself, mildly curious. The captain nodded to a stool. "Sit down, Mr. Warrington. Will you have a cheroot?" "Yes, thanks." A crackle of matches followed. "This fellow Craig has complained about his treatment by you this morning. I fancy you were rather rough with him." "Perhaps. He was very drunk and abusive, and he needed cold water more than anything else.
The detective helped himself to a cheroot from a box on the table and lit up. Then, affecting to scan the end of his cigar with great attention, he asked abruptly: "What do you know of the woman calling herself Madame de Malpas?" Robin pursed up his lips rather disdainfully. "One of the late Mr. Parrish's lady friends," he replied. "I expect you know that!"
So old Lingard shouted, pacing the verandah with his heavy quarter- deck step, gesticulating with a smouldering cheroot; ragged, dishevelled, enthusiastic; and Almayer, sitting huddled up on a pile of mats, thought with dread of the separation with the only human being he loved with greater dread still, perhaps, of the scene with his wife, the savage tigress deprived of her young.
The Prince had remained quietly in his seat throughout this little colloquy; but now, when the Colonel looked over to him, as much as to say, "Take your answer and come away, for God's sake!" he drew his cheroot from his mouth, and spoke "I have come here," said he, "upon the invitation of a friend of yours. He has doubtless informed you of my intention in thus intruding on your party.
Now it furthermore happened that this young soldier was he whom we last saw smoking a cheroot in the doorway of Seymour Michael's bungalow in India. As chance would have it, he called in the evening, and the estimable Mr. Hethbridge, warmed into an unusual hospitality by the fumes of his own port wine, pressed him to pass into the drawing-room and take a dish of tea with the ladies.
After a time, Crailey, fumbling in his coat, found a long cheroot, and, as he lit it, inquired casually: "Do you remember if she addressed you by name?" "I think not," Tom answered, halting. "What does it matter?" Crailey drew a deep breath. "It doesn't," he returned. "She knew me well enough," said Tom, sadly, as he resumed his sentry-go. "Yes," repeated Crailey, deliberately.
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