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"Even you could hardly do that, sir." "Hum! I have brought you a quire of paper and one of Mr. Gillott's swan-quill pens and a penny ink-bottle." "What for?" "You are to write a story." "But I never wrote one in my life." "Then this will be the first." "Oh, I'll try, sir. I've tried a hundred things in my life and they none of them proved so hard as they looked. What kind of story?"
Close the left eye, and fix the right steadily on the left-hand inkstand, gradually varying the distance from the eye to the ink-bottle. At a certain distance the right-hand bottle will disappear; but nearer or farther than that, it will be plainly seen. The vitreous humor fills about four-fifths of the eyeball and prevents it from falling into a shapeless mass.
"Ah, well, that alters the case, Manuela," said the colonel, with most un-Medo-Persic hesitancy, and still frowning a little at his ink-bottle not at his daughter. "Of course, if it had been merely one of your whims, nothing would have induced me to let you go in such guise, but there is truth in what you say, and yes a good thought, you shall travel near Pedro. Good-night. Go to bed, love.
He had resumed his conversation and his own ink-bottle as if he had never been interrupted. The Indian led me upstairs to one of the chambers, and opened the door. In the room was Louis Philippe, and when we were shut alone together, he embraced me and kissed me as I did not know men embraced and kissed. "Do you know Skenedonk?" I exclaimed.
Accustomed though he was to nervous shocks, the small clerk leaped with more than ordinary tremor off his stool on this occasion, picked up the paper, laid it at his master's elbow, and sat down again, prepared to look out nautically speaking for more squalls. Mr Sudberry seized a quill, dabbed it into the ink-bottle, and split it.
This pen makes no noise as you write, and you have it always at hand, and if you have to leave your letter in haste, you can put the cap on the pen and slip it in your pocket, and no one is in any danger of finding fault with the nurse for leaving an open ink-bottle for somebody to tip over.
"Och, yes, she's familiar with us," replied Joseph Kettering, the Amishman, who was president of the Board. "Why ain't she familiar with me, then?" Getz inquired, looking bewildered, as the president opened the ink-bottle that stood on the table about which they sat, and distributed slips of paper. "Well, that's some different again, too," facetiously answered Joseph Kettering.
The lounge was the sort of lounge that looks well only between two windows, but Polly was obliged to place it across the corner where she really needed the table, because in that position it shielded from the public view the enormous black spots on the wall where Reginald Benton had flung the ink-bottle at his angel sister Pansy Belle.
The first pupil whom the Abbe de Saint Pierre de Val, at the moment of beginning his reading on canon law, always perceived, glued to a pillar of the school Saint-Vendregesile, opposite his rostrum, was Claude Frollo, armed with his horn ink-bottle, biting his pen, scribbling on his threadbare knee, and, in winter, blowing on his fingers.
Miss Cardrew looked up again, round the room, over the platform, under the desk, everywhere but in it. "Girls, did any of you make that sound?" Nobody had. Miss Cardrew began to read again. All at once Joy pulled Gypsy's sleeve. "Just look there!" "Where?" "Trickling down the outside of the desk!" "You don't suppose she's upset the——" "Ink-bottle—yes."
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