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"Pray take my handkerchief, my lord," said Mr. Jacobs, offering it. At this moment, Celia entered the room. She would have drawn back at sight of the two men; but Heyton called to her over his shoulder. "Hi! Have you got a cloth? The ink's upset " She ran to a drawer and took out a clean duster; and Heyton, swearing under his breath, wiped the remainder of the ink from his fingers.
The bricks had taken the impression of the explosion's splash exactly as paper would take the ink's. Practically every window in the square had been broken, and in the case of the splash-marked house, blown in, sash and frame complete. One ambulance wagon lay a torn and splintered wreck, and pieces of it were flung wide to the four corners of the square.
Fairbird, he is the prince of skinkers, and the father of the free trade not a stingy hypocritical devil like old Turnpenny Skinflint, that drinks drunk on other folk's cost, and thinks it sin when he has to pay for it but a real hearty old cock; the sharks have been at and about him this many a day, but Father Crackenthorp knows how to trim his sails never a warrant but he hears of it before the ink's dry.
Lionel knew that Mary Tynn had been too much absorbed in his business to find room in her thoughts for letters from Australia. "Are these the letters?" he asked, taking up two from a side-table. "You'll know them by the post-marks. Do sit down and read them to me, Lionel. My sight is not good for letters now, and I couldn't read half that was in them. The ink's as pale as water.
Char. Have I not cause? Who writ these Boremes? Bell. Some kind assisting Deity, for ought I know. Char. Some kind assisting Coxcomb, that I know. The Ink's yet wet, the Spark is near I find. Bell. Ah, Malheureuse! How was I mistaken in this Man? Char. Mistaken! What, did you take me for an easy Fool to be impos'd upon?
She turned back into the house a moment, and returned, handing Minna a card. "That's where she lives careful not to BLOT it, child, the ink's wet yet you had better see her." "Is it far? Could I walk there?" "My, no; you better take the electric cars, about six blocks above here." When Minna arrived in North Berkeley, she had no money left.
The same day of the year I was born on, viz. the 20th of September, the same day I had my life so miraculously saved twenty-six years after, when I was cast on shore in this island; so that my wicked life, and solitary life, both began on a day. The next thing to my ink's being wasted, was that of my bread, I mean the biscuit which I brought out of the ship.
The ink's not more than just dry on it yet, 'I'm surprised, said I, 'that it's that much itself. It's dripping wet I'd expect it to be with the sweat I'm in this minute on account of the way I've run to give it to you." "Good," said Dr. O'Grady. "If there was a drop of whisky in the house I'd give it to you. I'll look in a minute. There might be some left in the bottom of the bottle.
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