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Ann Isbel came to peer out of the window and she uttered a cry. Jacobs's wife stood mute, as if dazed. Blaisdell swore a mighty oath. " ! Isbel, we cain't stand heah an' watch them hogs eat our people!" "Wal, we'll have to. What else on earth can we do?" Esther turned to the men. She was white and cold, except her eyes, which resembled gray flames.
It may be that practice of the Mensur, which is held almost weekly, has a lifelong influence on the German student's character. It probably enables him to look the adversary in the eye look "hard" at him, as the mariners in Mr. A.W. Jacobs's delightful tales look at one another when some particularly ingenious lie is being produced.
The south-east trade is brisk and small splashes of sea occasionally invade my open ports. Mr. Pike's room was soaked yesterday. This is the most exciting thing that has happened for some time. The gangsters rule in the forecastle. Larry and Shorty have had a harmless fight. The hooks continue to burn in Mulligan Jacobs's brain.
"I used to favor Jacobs's Seedling, but they haven't done so well with me of late years."
By the time Tom had reached his last quarter at King's Lorton, the years had made striking changes in him since the day we saw him returning from Mr. Jacobs's academy.
It was like a challenge; it set his friend wondering again, asking himself again all those tormenting questions about Edward Jacobs's death which he had allowed to slip into a back place in his thoughts. As he looked down at the end of the white table-cloth which touched the floor a loud laugh from Dudley startled him and made him look up.
It is a fearful thing to have lying on one's heart in this life the consciousness that one has been ever so innocently the occasion, if not the cause, of a fellow-creature's turning aside into the path which was destined to take him to his death. The very next day after Billy Jacobs's funeral, his widow left the house.
I never met again a figure in the least like his except in the illustrations to Mr. W. W. Jacobs's most entertaining tales of barges and coasters; but the inspired talent of Mr. Jacobs for poking endless fun at poor, innocent sailors in a prose which, however extravagant in its felicitous invention, is always artistically adjusted to observed truth, was not yet. Perhaps Mr.
Jacobs's angry command; but this time he did manage to cry out, in a very thin and very squeaky voice, the words which he had been told to repeat. This time perhaps owing to his pitiful and imploring look, certainly not because of the noise he made he met with very good luck, and sold every glass of the mixture which Messrs. Lord and Jacobs called lemonade, and went back to the stand for more.
The red-haired young wife of Guy Isbel showed no change of her grave face. She had been reared in a stern school. She knew men in times like these. But Jacobs's wife appealed to him, "Bill, don't risk your life for a horse or two." Jacobs laughed and answered, "Not much risk," and went out with Guy. To Jean their action seemed foolhardy.
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