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He smiled back through crinkles that were new to her, patting her in turn and looking off. Mrs. Becker fell to crying, pressing her handkerchief up against her eyes and trying to lift her veil above the tears. "After all these years," she kept repeating. "Years. Years." "Now, now, Carrie you promised."
Perhaps he had heard from the landlord that the parties who had sent for him were of rather a violent sort. "So you are Crinkles, are you?" cried the admiral. "Sit down, though you are a lawyer." "Thank you, sir. I am an attorney, certainly, and my name as certainly is Crinkles." "Look at that." The admiral placed the letter in the little lawyer's hands, who said, "Am I to read it?"
Such a state of mind was inconceivable to the patient toiler, who rounded every corner with her scissors as carefully as if an untoward nick meant destruction, and pinned and repinned half-a-dozen times over before she could satisfy herself of the absence of crinkles.
I'm d d if you go like that," said Jack, as he sprang to the door, and put his back against it. "You shall take a glass with me in honour of the wooden walls of Old England, d e, if you was twenty lawyers." "That's right, Jack," said the admiral. "Come, Mr. Crinkles, I'll think, for your sake, there may be two decent lawyers in the world, and you one of them.
In these first lean days, a week of them, Ann 'Lisbeth's face lengthened a bit, too, and with the fuzz of yellow bangs tucked well up under her not so decent black hat, crinkles came out about her eyes. Nights she supped in a family-entrance café beneath her room veal stew and a glass of beer. She would sit over it, not unpleasantly muzzy. She slept of nights now, and not so rigidly.
Altogether, it was a most beautiful model, and little Jacob was so surprised and pleased that, for some time, he couldn't say anything to the sailor who had given it to him. "Is this for me?" he said, at last. "For me?" That sailor was an old man. The little crinkles came around his eyes as he smiled down at little Jacob. "Yes, little lad," he said. "For you if you want it.
Further I know not, I assure you." "Well, a man can't tell what he don't know. It puzzles me to think who could possibly have written me this letter." "That I am completely at a loss to imagine," said Crinkles. "I assure you, my gallant sir, that I am much hurt at the circumstance of any one using my name in such a way.
Though she herself had, early in her married life, grown tired and quiet, had early learned to bargain shrewishly with the merchants of the cheaper foods and, after the first three years, had always had her birthdays forgotten; though she had been perfectly willing and ready to urge her daughter into the life domestic, upon a small income, yet regrets took her and sighs, all of perfect resignation, when she saw the darkness under Marie's eyes, when she stood by in the market and heard her hard chaffering, when she noted the worried crinkles come to stay in her brow.
Robin picked up the Marconigram, and calmly smoothed out the crinkles. Then he read it aloud, very slowly and with extreme disgust in his fine young face. It was a lengthy communication from Baron Romano, the Prime Minister in Edelweiss. "'Preliminary agreement signed before hearing Blithers had bought London, Paris, Berlin. He cables his immediate visit to G. Object now appears clear.
I say you did, and I won't be contradicted in my own ship." "Call this your ship?" "No, d n it I " "Mr. Crinkles," said the landlord, flinging the door wide open, and so at once putting an end to the discussion which always apparently had a tendency to wax exceedingly warm. "The shark, by G d!" said Jack. A little, neatly dressed man made his appearance, and advanced rather timidly into the room.
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