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He turned over on his face, and had just dropped off into a doze, when he was awakened by Jack, who had reached over and was shaking his arm. "I say Val who was that?" "Who's what?" was the drowsy answer. "Why! didn't you hear? Some one just walked down the path. It can't be Jakes; it isn't five o'clock." Valentine rubbed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then suddenly sat up broad awake.
With that I goes around to a little joint I knows of, where they has a board for unlisted stocks, and I sets back and watches the curves Blitzen was makin'. First she'd jump four or five points, and then she'd settle back heavy. The Curb was playin' tag with it; that was all, so far as I could see. Nice lot of Hungry Jakes to feed with int'rest-bearin' securities!
Harold remained in the doorway, puzzled. 'Don't stand there gaping at me, man, cried Mr Bickersdyke, 'Go away. Harold retired and informed his brother, William, that in his, Harold's, opinion, Mr Bickersdyke was off his chump. 'Off his onion, said William, soaring a trifle higher in poetic imagery. 'Barmy, was the terse verdict of Samuel Jakes, the third messenger.
It's like looking up suddenly from some nocturnal fête all Japanese lanterns and fireworks and seeing the moon gazing down serenely and unseeingly upon one; it startles and sobers one a little, you know. 'I suppose you are sober sometimes, said Althea, continuing to smile. 'Lord, yes! Gerald laughed. 'Really and truly, Miss Jakes, I'm only playing at being a child, you know.
Susan Jakes was a pale-faced girl, with light flaxen hair and pale blue eyes; she was rather pretty and very neglected-looking. When she saw "my Jack" her somewhat hard little face assumed a womanly and beautiful expression. Hester took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "We'll keep side by side until Jack Masters comes," she whispered.
Your tastes, I think, are becoming more and more dishevelled. But innocent Gerald answered with a coal of fire: 'No, she is too dishevelled. You satisfy my tastes there entirely; you flow, but you don't flop. Now if Miss Jakes would only try to dress like you she'd be immensely improved. You are perfect. And he lightly touched her scarf as he spoke with a fraternal and appreciative hand.
Miss Althea Jakes was tired after her long journey from Basle. It was a brilliant summer afternoon, and though the shutters were half closed on the beating Parisian sunlight, the hotel sitting-room looked, in its brightness, hardly shadowed.
Standish laughed. "They do still," he said, "mine own familiar friends." "Have a drop of whisky," interrupted the King's Messenger. "'Fraid I haven't got a glass " The visitor hesitated. "Well, I've got old Mouldy Jakes in my compartment. Can I bring him along: the old thing may get lonely. He was in your term in the Britannia, wasn't he?" "He was. Fetch him along," said the King's Messenger.
Her eyes were bent upon the running water, and she did not look up as he approached her. When he was beside her, her eyes met his, reluctantly and resentfully, and he was startled to observe that she had wept. His surmise returned. She must have seen him kiss Frances. Yet even then Gerald did not know why it should make Miss Jakes weep that he should behave like a donkey.
It'll take you some time to learn your way round your turret, I expect. Jakes appears to find his an object of some interest do you know him, by the way?" The Captain's humorous blue eyes twinkled. "Yes, I travelled up with him, sir. He mentioned the turret." "He probably did. He spends most of his life in his. Well, I'm glad you've turned up in time for the Regatta.
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