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Viola seemed so pleased to be leaving it quite hurt me. When I went upstairs I found her packing her little handbag with alacrity and singing. "Are you glad to be going?" I asked. "Yes," she said surprised; "are not you?" "But you have been happy here?" I said with a tone of remonstrance. "Oh, yes!" she exclaimed; "wildly, intensely happy!
He walked between them, carrying Mrs. Braddock's handbag. Christine refused to burden him with hers. As they neared the business section of the town one of the Ohio River towns they encountered drunken men and merry-makers. A particularly noisy but amiable group approached them from the opposite direction. Christine nervously clutched David's arm. She came very close to him.
The big bell clanged out the signal for giving over work; but Jack, instead of returning home, picked up a small handbag he had brought with him, and walked off in the direction of the railway station. On his way thither, he counted the money in his pocket. He had some idea of going to London, but the expense of the journey would be too heavy for his resources.
I traced him to the London bank where he had cashed his draft. He did it in the coolest manner imaginable. He left it one day saying that he required gold, and that if they would get the amount ready it was over £4000 he would call for it the next day. He actually allowed two days to elapse before doing so. Then he came in a cab with a handbag and took away the gold.
"Will you let me have the note, please, Mrs. Miles? The note Nita received during her luncheon party, and which she thrust, before your eyes, into a pocket of this coat?... It is in your handbag, I am sure, since you have had no opportunity, unobserved, to destroy it." "What ghastly nonsense is this, Dundee?" Tracey Miles demanded furiously. But Dundee again ignored him.
"Say, would you mind if I walked home with you?" asked Sam. If Pearlie was surprised, she was woman enough not to show it. She picked up her gloves and handbag, locked her drawer with a click, and smiled her acquiescence. And when Pearlie smiled she was awful. It was a glorious evening in the early summer, moonless, velvety, and warm.
Here I've written you a steamer letter. Read it when the good ship sails, and think of me as rejoicing in your happiness." It was over at last, and she was off. At the gate she had turned to Mr. Jefferson, who was carrying her handbag to the village stage, from which Stuart had leaped to run up to the porch and say a word of cheer to Mr. Warne, sitting in a big chair.
You can go." The clerk withdrew, closing the door behind him. Whittington turned to Tuppence. "Come to-morrow at the same time. I'm busy now. Here's fifty to go on with." He rapidly sorted out some notes, and pushed them across the table to Tuppence, then stood up, obviously impatient for her to go. The girl counted the notes in a businesslike manner, secured them in her handbag, and rose.
"But you said you had one for me!" broke in Sam. "Come now, Dora, don't be mean." "Oh, Sam, it's only a bill." "A bill! You are fooling!" And then as his face fell, she did not have the heart to tease him longer, and brought the letter forth from her handbag. As the lads had anticipated, the communications were from Grace and Nellie.
But again a truce to philosophisings. It grows late apace. I see Broadway, strumpet of the highways, sweltering collarless under the loud electricity of Times Square. I see a fetid blonde, dangling a patent leather handbag, hurrying to an assignation in Forty-fifth Street. I see two actors, pointing their boasts with yellow bamboo canes. A chop suey restaurant flashes its sign.
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