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Updated: June 21, 2025
A boy slipped into the Paddock and began to bet surreptitiously behind the dressing-tent. He was fair, slight, and horsey. His stiff, tight choker, his horse-shoe pin, the cut of his breeches, his alert and wary air of a man of the world, all betrayed the racing-lad. From the corner of his mouth hung a cigarette waggishly a-rake; and his billycock had just the correct and knowing cock.
She was not ashamed of her well-tailored coat and skirt, marron in colour which went well with her eyes and hair nor of her little new felt hat, purchased in Paris. Her small choker fur was of good stone-marten, even her gloves and the handkerchief peeping from her pocket had the correct touch. Trifles, perhaps, but trifles that mattered.
These fellows who follow that racket are rather close, and don't want to tell anyone." "The other day I heard a bloke talking about a 'picking-up moll' he used to live with. What did he mean by that?" "O! that's a very common racket. Whilst the quarrel is going on the moll walks off with the booty. I know one coshman who pretends to be a missionary, and wears a white choker.
Your head's swelling tre-menjous, and-you won't be able to sleep soon without somebody to tickle your feet. You'll be forgiving sins next, and taking money for absolution, and these ones will be making a pope of you and paying you pence. Pope Cæsar, the publican, in his chapel hat and white choker! But that chiss is mine, and if there's law in the land I'll have it."
They examined her dresses, the linen, the dressing-room; and her whole existence to its most intimate details, was, like a corpse on whom a post-mortem is made, outspread before the eyes of these three men. Maitre Hareng, buttoned up in his thin black coat, wearing a white choker and very tight foot-straps, repeated from time to time "Allow me, madame. You allow me?" Often he uttered exclamations.
"I have a very deep interest in Miss Cresswell, but that is not going to make any difference to me and she will never know." He left soon after this and went back to his rooms. At four o'clock he received a visitor. Parson Homo, cleanly shaved and attired in a well-fitting black coat and white choker, seemed more real to the detective than the Parson Homo he had met on the previous night.
He is a poet, of fantastic wit and often reckless imagination, and he has been travestied in a long black coat and white choker, as though he were an embodiment of the Nonconformist conscience. Casting aside, therefore, the spurious "lessons" and supposititious "problems" of this merry and mundane drama, we may recognize among its irregularities and audacities two main qualities of merit.
The highly trained and performing Mud Turtle with nine heads and seventeen tails, captured in a well-fortified hencoop, after a desperate struggle, in the lowlands of the Wabash!" The facetious wretch escaped. A grave, ministerial-looking and elderly man in a white choker had a gift-enterprise concern.
"Cheerful monument," repeated Fleetwood with a sarcastic nod. Then the door was opened by a very old man wearing the black "swallow-tail" clothes and choker of an old-time butler, spotless, quite immaculate, but cut after a fashion no young man remembers. "Good evening," said Fleetwood, entering, followed on tiptoe by Plank. "Good evening, sir." A pause; and in the unsteady voice of age: "Mr.
Flossie asked, just trembling with excitement. "I saw Harry and Bert go in the tent some time ago," whispered Nan; "and see, they are loosing the tent flap." There was a shout of applause when Harry appeared. He actually wore a swallowtail coat and had on a choker a very high collar and a bright green tie.
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