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He slumped down into his chair, his arms clubbing the table, his gun falling from his nerveless hand, his forehead striking the wood like the sound of an auctioneer's gavel. Lund had beaten him to the draw. Lund, no longer a blind Samson, with contempt in his agate eyes, surveyed the scattering group of men who stared at the dead man dully, as if gripped by the exhibition of a miracle.
"Shut up, or I'll bust you when I get you alone!" muttered Joe, until the judge pounded on the table with his gavel. "You won't be where you can bust her!" sharply exclaimed the magistrate. "Go on, little woman. When did he hit you?" The wife trembled and hesitated. The magistrate nodded encouragingly. "Why weren't you home?" he asked softly. "My neighbor, Mrs.
Woe to the vanquished!" murmured the School-man, when the cheering had abated. "Mr. Chairman, the amendment is accepted." The entire meeting then lit a cigarette. The Chair arose, using the six-shooter as gavel. "Gentlemen, have you anything more to offer? If not will you hear the question?
James Gavel, proprietor of Imperial Steam Roundabouts as well as of half a dozen side-shows, including a Fat Lady and a Try-your-Strength machine was a small man with a purplish nose and a temper kept irritable by alcohol; and to-day the Fates had conspired to rub that temper on the raw. He swore aloud, and partly believed, that ever since coming to Henley-in-Arden he was bewitched.
Senator Hanway had undertaken no child's task when he went about the gavel elevation of the popular, yet by House usage the illegitimate Mr. Frost. Months before ever Senator Hanway was granted the honor of knowing Mr. Gwynn, he had been burrowingly busy about the Speakership. As a primary step he was obliged to suppress his ebullient brother-in-law. Mr.
"The futility ?" Bessy broke out, with a flutter of tears in her voice; but before her father could intervene Mr. Tredegar had raised his hand with the gesture of one accustomed to wield the gavel. "My dear child, I see Amherst's point, and it is best, as he says, that you should see it too.
Bess allowed to me that before the evenin's out Gavel will be offerin' 'is shirt to 'ave 'im back an' Bess don't know the worst neither. They've put on a boy to work the engine, an' Bill 'as told me things about that boiler o' Gavel's . . . I couldn' get near enough to read the pressure, but by the way 'e was pilin' in coal " She broke off and gazed down the slope.
"Won't you listen to us?" shouted Farr. "You are the chief magistrate of this city. You and these aldermen are the guardians of the people. Are you going to sit there in those cushioned chairs and let a crowd of rich assassins murder the poor people?" Men hissed that speech. The mayor rapped his gavel furiously. "This is no matter to be brought up here at this time.
There was another rush for the stairs, and a few moments later the Club members were comfortably settled in their quarters with Amanda in the Chair. Amanda was not quite clear as to the manner of procedure, but she gracefully waved a tack hammer found on the window-sill, in lieu of a gavel, and demanded order.
"The gentleman from from Elkington, Mr. Krebs." There was a craning of necks, a staring, a tittering. I burned with vicarious shame as Krebs stood there awkwardly, his hand still holding the desk. There were cries of "louder" when he began; some picked up their newspapers, while others started conversations. The Speaker rapped with his gavel, and I failed to hear the opening words.
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