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None of them knew why, yet the sight of him made the air seem cold and the night seem near. "There is terrible news," he said, drawing a sheet of printed words from his coat-pocket "terrible news! We are to go to war." "War!" The whole village clustered round him.
"I'm not going to tell any lies about it; I put 'em there. The partridges in my inside coat-pocket and the bill in my waistcoat-pocket." "The bill?" ses Keeper Lewis, staring at 'im. "Yes, the bill," ses Bob Pretty, staring back at 'im; "the bill from Mr. Keen, the poulterer, at Wick-ham." He fetched it out of 'is pocket and showed it to Mr.
"Welcome, marquis," she said, quickly, in a low voice, "Have you brought me the promised papers?" Drawing a sealed packet from his coat-pocket, he handed it to the baroness with a low bow, saying: "I would draw your attention to the fact once more, dear madam, that I have abided by the price named by yourself, in making this sale, although I am still of the opinion that it is below its value."
I know you! you shall hang for this. No sooner had he uttered this imprudence, than it was all over with him. 'We will see that, Sir John, said Thornton, setting his knee upon Tyrrell's chest, and nailing him down. While thus employed, he told me to feel in his coat-pocket for a case-knife. "'For God's sake! cried Tyrrell, with a tone of agonizing terror which haunts me still, 'spare my life!
Just as he was going out of the room, he turned back, with his favourite exclamation "God bless my soul, madam! but I nearly forgot half my errand. Here are the poems for you you admired so much the other evening at my house." He tugged away at a parcel in his coat-pocket. "Good- bye, miss," said he; "good-bye, Matty! take care of yourself." And he was gone.
March 4th.-To-day, with the view of widening our sail, the breeze from the northward dying away perceptibly, I took from my coat-pocket a white handkerchief. Nu-Nu was seated at my elbow, and the linen accidentally flaring in his face, he became violently affected with convulsions. These were succeeded by drowsiness and stupor, and low murmurings of "'Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!"
This was the little present that I intended for a birthday gift to my darling: one that I valued beyond gold. The very next afternoon I carried him round to her in my coat-pocket he having a tiny cage that just fitted into it comfortably "to a t." Fortunately, I found Min alone in the drawing-room, when I was ushered in.
"Oh, you do, do you? Wait a while, my friend. In the second place," he went on, returning to Prudy, "ask young Zebedee Minards, if he wants my life back, to come and fetch it. And now attend all. Do you see these?" He threw back his cloak, and, diving a hand into his coat-pocket, produced a couple of pistols.
To this, of course, my friend answered in the affirmative, when the ruffian set him at liberty, after making him drink from a flask of rum which he drew from his coat-pocket. Both now went on deck, and I did not see Augustus for about three hours.
As for the mate, he ducked in behind the sheltering jiggermast, and even as he ducked his left hand dipped into his side coat-pocket, so that when he had gained shelter it was coming out with a fresh clip of cartridges. The empty clip fell to the deck, the loader clip slipped up the hollow butt, and he was good for eight more shots.
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