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Updated: June 5, 2025


Nelton remained on guard beside the bags, repulsing the attacks of too anxious bell-boys. To him came a large, heavy-faced person, pensively plying a toothpick. "Say, young feller," he said, "how much do you get?" Nelton stared, dumfounded, at the stranger. "How much do I get?" he stammered. "Yep, just that," said the stranger. "What's your pay?" Helton's face turned a brick red.

'By your leave, zur! said a burly, heavy-faced man in a velveteen jacket, riding up upon my bridle-arm. 'Can you tell me whether his Grace of Beaufort is in Bristol or at his house o' Badminton? I answered that I could not tell, but that I was myself bound for his presence.

Oppressed, and, as it were, boiling over, with this feeling, Angut, as we have said, started to his feet, to the no small alarm of the guilty man at his side. But the chief's fears were dissipated when Angut spoke. "Foolish fellow!" he said, turning with a blazing gaze to the heavy-faced man. "You talk like a child of what you do not understand. You ask to see God, else you won't believe.

Presiding at the tea-tray was a stern, forbidding-looking woman of sixty or more, opposite her was seated her son, the master of the farm, a heavy-faced, sleepy-looking man; and at his side, facing the door, sat Teddy's mother.

There will be no great music for us. And what scenery there is behind the footlights will be faded and patched. The jokes will be things that make no one laugh. And the dancers, madam, will be like you. Tired, heavy-faced dancers, whose legs flop, whose bodies bounce while the abominable orchestra plays. But it is warm where we sit. We half shut our eyes and tired little dreams come to us.

Here is a heavy-faced young fellow in evening dress, perhaps endeavoring to act the part of a gentleman, who has come from an evening party unfortunately a little "slewed," but who does not know how to sustain the character, for presently he becomes very familiar and confidential with the dignified colored waiter at the buffet, who requires all his native politeness to maintain the character of a gentleman for two.

That heavy-faced cavalier who plucks his skirts and whispers in his ear is Lord Oliver de Clisson, known also as the butcher. He it is who stirs up strife, and forever blows the dying embers into flame.

"Wheer be you a-goin'?" he demanded, turning his bull neck slowly round "I baint pertikler for a far journey." "Aren't you?" and the young lady smiled. "You must drive me to St. Rest, Abbot's Manor, please!" The heavy-faced driver paused, considering. Should he perform the journey, or should he not?

There has come one of the proprietors, or superintendents, of a caravan of animals, a large, portly paunched, dark-complexioned, brandy-burnt, heavy-faced man of about fifty; with a diminutive nose in proportion to the size of his face, thick lips; nevertheless he has the air of a man who has seen much, and derived such experience as was for his purpose.

Gavegan, gripping his right arm, with that bone-crushing slug-shot itching for instant use, was apparently master in the present circumstances. But before Larry's quick mind had decided upon a course, the door of the pawnshop opened and closed, and a voice said sharply: "Nothing doing on that rough stuff, Gavegan!" The speaker was now on Larry's left side, a heavy-faced man in a black derby.

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