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But look here, Mr Constable," and to Waller's great relief the man turned his back upon him and faced Gusset, while the boy felt as if he was turning white, and his hands grew moist. "You gave information," continued the sergeant, "and it seems to me that this is more your job than mine. How are we to get up on the roof?" "Ladder, of course," cried Gusset eagerly.
So he had planned with the few folk in the house to leave it temptingly open in our way, with the shrewd guess that starved and wearied men would be found sleeping beside the fire when the MacDonalds came round the gusset.
Of course, now I am speaking of the general run of men and women: neither the man who clerked at Cash & Silk's nor the one who pays his wife's bills in Paris, but the man in his native state of charming ignorance of materials; the man who always suggests a "gusset" as a remedy for too scant a gown, who calls insertion "tatting," and who, in setting out for the opera, will tell his wife to put on her "bonnet and shawl," although she may have on point-lace and diamonds.
This is put round the armholes, over the shoulder, and down to the hem of the garment over the seam, where a curious gusset or gore runs from the front part to the corner of the train. The dress is trimmed round the neck, which is cut square and rather low, and generally hangs off one shoulder, and, across the breast it is much embroidered, beads and spangles being sometimes introduced.
"Ugh!" grunted the constable angrily; and he turned again and went on. "I say, don't be in such a hurry; there's the sea-kale pots, too." "Ah, to be sure!" cried Waller, loud enough for the constable to hear. "Gusset must be right. Better come back and have another look. He may be in one of the sties disguised as a pig."
He had to let in a bit at the back of the waistcoat, and a gusset, my boy, a gusset in the trousers back. Seems I've grown in the arsal region. Well, well, might do worse. Is it all right?" Lilly eyed the suit. "Very nice. Very nice indeed. Such a good cloth! That makes all the difference." "Oh, my dear fellow, all the difference! This suit is eleven years old eleven years old.
"Yes, indeed, it is quite enough to make one sick; eh! Dr. Sly?" The doctor shook his head mournfully, remembering the haunch. "They say Ernest Clay is in sad difficulties, Miss Gusset." "Well, I always expected his dash would end in that. Those wild harum-scarum men are monstrous disagreeable. I like a person of some reflection; eh! Dr. Sly?"
For, you see, in regard o'. that, Condy, it doesn't signify a traneen whether he put a match to the haggard or not; the thing is, you know, that even if he did, Bartle daren't sweat against him widout breakin' his first oath to the boys; an' if he did it afther that, an' brought any of them into throuble conthrary to the articles, be gorra he'd be entitled to get a gusset opened undher one o' his ears, any how.
"There's a Spy, sir, on the Estate; a Popish Spy, as sure as Idolathry is rank in this benighted land." "A Spy!" exclaimed Phil, "we know there is." "Be quiet, Phil who is he, Darby?" "Why, sir, a fellow of the name of Weasand may Satan open a gusset in his own for him this day!
Her wide-awake manner gave way to one of almost sluggish inactivity. The outer office, noting these things, would lift its eyebrows significantly. "Another hunch!" it would whisper. "The last time she beat the rest of the trade by six weeks with that elastic-top gusset." "Inspiration working, Emma?" T. A. Buck would ask, noting the symptoms. "It isn't inspiration, T. A. Nothing of the kind!
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