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Updated: June 26, 2025
'Excuse me, sir, but it's not my imagination, and my eyesight's as good as any man's in England, and as for the slant of the light on the glass, there ain't much glass for the light to slant on. I saw him peeping through that bottom broken pane on your left hand as plainly as I see you. He must be somewhere about, he can't have got away, he's at the back.
It's too dark down in the hole to see anything." "For all you know he was a friendly." "We never see no friendlies," Hacker grimly reminded. "'Cept when they're dead," ironically added Scott. "Our eyesight's terribly poor when they're alive." "I call it dirty business. I wouldn't have hauled on the rope if I had known." Runner lowered at me and growled: "You're too finicky. A' Injun is a' Injun.
When Flint picks a bloomer like you to ornament the back office it will be because his eyesight's failed him. ...By the way, how do you manage to stand him off with religious tracts or a hat-pin?" She hardly waited for Claire's reply, but plunged at once into another monologue. "Do you know what I'm up to? I got my eye on the swellest fur-lined coat you ever saw ... at Magnin's.
My eyesight's poor," he explained to the Collector, "and I can't walk, because " here he stated an organic complaint very frankly. "As for M'ria, she's an eye like a fish-hawk; but you never saw such a born fool with firearms. Well, must heat some water, I reckon, to bathe the poor maid's back." "First give her food," said the Collector.
Couldn't make you out eyesight's getting bad. Too many bright lights in this town. Ha! Joke! Let's have a gill." "Thank you, no." "Must have a little dram for old time's sake. You're the only one of the North Pass crowd I'll drink with." Mr. Bulker gestured comprehensively at a group of waiters, and Murray yielded. "You were my friend, O'Neil; you always treated me right."
"How can I tell what passed between them? I fled from the place." My companion stared at me a moment. "Do you mean to say her eyesight's going?" "Heaven forbid! In that case how could she take life as she does?" "How does she take life? That's the question!"
"'I'll bet money you are, Sam tells him laughing all over at the fish that was fighting to get into the net. "'Yes, siree, says the last of the Mohicans, 'they can't fool me. I can tell them as fur away as I can see 'em, and my eyesight's perfect. One of 'em comes up to me in City Hall park and tries to sell me some mining stock. I guess he ain't recovered yet from what I said to him.
Now my eyesight's strong enough to see through a two-foot hole after the plug's out, and I can see that you and 'Bije's children won't shed tears if I say no to that will. No offense meant, you know; just common sense, that's all." This was plain speaking. Mr. Graves colored, though he didn't mean to, and for once could not answer offhand.
"How can I tell what passed between them? I fled from the place." My companion stared. "Do you mean to say her eyesight's going?" "Heaven forbid! In that case how could she take life as she does?" "How DOES she take life? That's the question!" He sat there bewilderedly brooding; the tears rose to his lids; they reminded me of those I had seen in Flora's the day I risked my enquiry.
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