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Myra Nell nodded vigorously. "With my hat-pin. I didn't mean to hurt him, but oh my! He isn't nearly so old as we think. I suppose the surprise did it. Anyhow, he became a raging demon in a second, and when they picked me up I had a sprained ankle and the piano cover was a sight." "I suppose Babylon ran away?" "No, he was standing there, with one foot right through Bernie's high hat.
"A wonderful person, am I not?" she laughed, picking up her hat and putting it on, dashing a great cruel-looking hat-pin apparently straight through her brain. "I am also a hungry person, Théo. Are we to have food? I suppose no one will be awake for hours!"
Lathrop, you'd be rammin' around with a hat-pin yourself an' understand my feelin's when I say as there ain't a spot in the Bible as I ain't been over fully as often as the minister nor a place where he can open it that I can't tell just what he'll say about it afore he's done settlin' his tie an' clearin' his throat.
Levice, with a laughing glance at her, as she closed her desk. "Lay off your things, and let us have a downright comfortable afternoon. Don't forget a single sensation; I am actually starving for one." Mrs. Lewis smiled grimly as she fluffed up her bang with her hat-pin.
The better-class buyers wear a cloth cricketing cap, coquettishly attached to a knob of hair by a hat-pin. The milkman, moreover, is not a merry man, hurrying on his rounds. He goes slowly and pessimistically, and likes to see the halfpenny before he tips his measure.
Smith, mournfully, "I'll 'ave that gal of Kybird's scratching my eyes out or p'r'aps sticking a hat-pin into me. I had that once; the longest hat-pin that ever was made, I should think." He shook his head over the perils of his calling, and then, after another glance at the clock, withdrew to the kitchen with his bag, leaving Mr.
"What is it now?" "There is a sweet womanly strength about her, Sam. She was telling me she once killed a panther with a hat-pin." Sam groaned and tossed on his mattress. Silence fell again. "At least I think it was a panther," said Eustace Hignett, at a quarter past one. "Either a panther or a puma."
She'd just come in and taken off her hat, and she was grey and dishevelled and tired, and in a business-like dress of black and crimson that didn't suit her and was muddy about the skirts; she'd a cold in her head and sniffed penetratingly, she avoided my eye as she talked and interrupted everything I had to say; she kept stabbing fiercely at the cushions of her sofa with a long hat-pin and pretending she was overwhelmed with grief at the DEBACLE she was deliberately organising.
Hignett stood staring at the door as Jane closed it safely behind her. "Eustace," she said, solemnly, "that is a wonderful girl!" "Yes! She once killed a panther or a puma, I forget which with a hat-pin!" said Eustace with enthusiasm. "I could wish you no better wife!" said Mrs. Hignett. She broke off with a sharp wail.... Out in the passage something like a battery of artillery had roared.
She was sure to say nothing so long as he let her be; and with the episode of the hat-pin still fresh in his memory, he assuredly would keep his distance. He had made a mistake, and was not likely to repeat it. But Paul! He finished his dessert and went off to the stuffy little smoke-room, and struggled with a Burma cheroot. Paul was a smoker, and sooner or later he would drop in.
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