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Updated: May 16, 2025
In his experience he had observed with some curiosity that drink and women were alike in throwing men off their balance. Drink, fortunately, had no power over him. Beer only fuddled his brain, and he looked on its effect with the curious dislike women look on smoking, blind to its fascinations.
The presence even for a moment among a party of debauchees of a woman endued with every quality of modesty and not less severe than beautiful refrained the humourous sallies even of the most licentious but her departure was the signal for an outbreak of ribaldry. Strike me silly, said Costello, a low fellow who was fuddled. A monstrous fine bit of cowflesh! I'll be sworn she has rendezvoused you.
For the rest it was an instructive song to be sung as a lullaby to a child; for this was what Nan more or less made out amid the various experiments and repetitions: Oh, Johnnie is a clever lad; Last neet he fuddled all he had; This morn he wasna very bad; He looked the best of ony!
She finished her dressing in quick, fuddled movements, voice out in her breathing, buttoning up wrong and tearing open again in the grip of a nervous frenzy. A panicky need to gain the outdoors seized her; air to sweep and somehow to cleanse her. Before she was quite dressed, her belt not yet adjusted, in fact, the bell rang in three titters and a prolonged grill.
What Greyson really had seen was Truedale's retreat after parting company with Jim, but not knowing of Truedale's existence he jumped to the conclusion which to his fuddled wits seemed probable, and had so informed Marg upon his return. "I tell yo', Nella-Rose," he ran on, "yo' better marry Burke and tame him. There ain't nothing as tames a man like layin' responsibilities on him."
When Nana passed in front of l'Assommoir and saw her mother inside, with her nose in her glass, fuddled in the midst of the disputing men, she was seized with anger; for youth which has other dainty thoughts uppermost does not understand drink. On these evenings it was a pretty sight. Father drunk, mother drunk, a hell of a home that stunk with liquor, and where there was no bread.
This brute had run a little way and then turned savagely at bay, and Montgomery with a certain wantonness, I thought had shot him. "What does it all mean?" said I. He shook his head, and turned once more to the brandy. WHEN I saw Montgomery swallow a third dose of brandy, I took it upon myself to interfere. He was already more than half fuddled.
I was shouting to the chaps on deck to jump and we'd pick them up, we'd got the oars out then. I tell you I was fuddled up for I'd got it in my head that the hooker was to port of us though I'd seen her with my own eyes to starboard. I was thinking we'd be taken down with the suck of her and I was bent on getting ahead of her."
The slightly fuddled air which he had had in the bar of St. James's had left him and he began to talk. "Ripping woman, that!" he said to Henry, indicating a slight, dark girl who had entered the restaurant in company with a tall, flaxen-haired man. "Pretty little flapper, I call her! I like thin women, myself. Well, slender's a better word, isn't it? What you say, Cecily?"
Once, I mind, when M. Radisson came suddenly on these two worthies, their fuddled heads were close together above the table. "Look you," Ben was saying in a big, rasping whisper, "I shot him I shot him with a brass button. The black arts are powerless agen brass. Devil sink my soul if I didn't shoot him! The red spattered over the brush " M. Radisson raised a hand to silence my coming.
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