United States or Eswatini ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
She was just in time to witness a pardonable but rather embarrassing mistake on the part of a lady who had wriggled her way with unstayable determination towards the bareheaded Cyprian, and was now breathlessly demanding the sale price of a handbag which had taken her fancy. "There now," exclaimed Adela to herself, "she takes him for one of the shop assistants because he hasn't got a hat on.
Brown was a bony woman of sixty, dressed in the rustiest black, and carrying a handbag made, apparently, from the hide of the original animal that Adam decided to call an alligator. She always occupied a small parlour and bedroom at the top of the hotel at a rental of two dollars per day.
"Of course it is none of my business, but I am interested. Perhaps I know the party and can help you. May I ask his name?" "It's the same man you telegraphed to," I returned. Mr. Allen Price stopped short and nearly dropped his handbag. My unexpected reply had taken the "wind out of his sails." "I telegraphed to?" he repeated. "Exactly." "But but I telegraphed to no one." "Yes, you did."
Yet, what a shock that tender, loving heart was about to receive what a blow! Janice shrank from the thought of being one of those to bring this hovering trouble home to the trusting wife. Could she not escape it? There was her handbag on the end of the counter. She was tempted to seize it, run out of the store, and make her way homeward as fast as possible.
"The woman's first instinct would be to shut and fasten the window. But, halloa! What is this?" It was a lady's hand-bag which stood upon the study table a trim little handbag of crocodile-skin and silver. Holmes opened it and turned the contents out. There were twenty fifty-pound notes of the Bank of England, held together by an india-rubber band nothing else.
Josie expected momentarily to be interrupted, so she conducted her search as rapidly as was consistent with thoroughness. She paid no attention to the card scraps but all papers she smoothed out, one by one. Finally, with a little cry of triumph, she thrust one of these into her handbag.
Whether this were due to fatigue or coming illness she could not tell. Half-past one! The first early caller was slowing a small motor at the curb outside when Amy Mathewson gently touched the girl's arm. "Come into the other room, please," she said. The brown eyes opened languidly. The black-gloved hand clutched at the handbag, and the girl rose. "I'm so sorry," she murmured.
Obviously he didn’t expect to be met, because when I murmured an enquiring, “Señor Ortega?” into his ear he swerved away from me and nearly dropped a little handbag he was carrying. His complexion was uniformly pale, his mouth was red, but not engaging. His social status was not very definite.
Evidently the woman who had interviewed the cabman, Leary, and the woman who had escaped from the cab were one and the same. She had taken a card from her purse, torn it in half, written the "Alice Watson" address that she gave the cabman on one half, and thrust the other back into her handbag.
If you really want to know," she added defiantly, "I'm going to London by the early train from Hensham the milk train. See, I'm respectable. I have my luggage." She swung something in the dark before him and he perceived that it was a handbag. "Now are you satisfied? Or do you think I was going to take a handkerchief and a powder puff into the other world with me?
Word Of The Day