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Caryll's steady glance, but failing miserably. "'Tis farther back," Mr. Caryll informed him in answer to that mute question; and as the fellow moistened his thumb to turn back the pages, Mr. Caryll saved him the trouble. "It says, I think, that the man should be on your right hand and the woman on your left. Ye seem to have reversed matters, Mr. Jenkins. But perhaps ye're left-handed."
Clarke, getting up from the hard chair, and standing close to the medicine ball with her back to the vaulting-horse. "Jimmy and I are going in a moment. You mustn't bother about us." "Well, but how are you going home?" "We shall walk. Of course have your boxing. It will do you good." "You're right there, ma'am," said Jenkins, with a sort of stern approval. "Mr.
He seized the string firmly now, and hobbled on to the west door, abusing Jenkins all the way. They arrived at the west door, which was gained by a narrow closed passage from the gate of entrance, as was the south door in a similar manner; and there Mr. Ketch used his eyes and his tongue considerably, for the door, instead of being open, as he had left it, was shut and locked.
"Quite right," said Mr. Jenkins. "Still well, it's a marvel, that's what it is; a fair marvel. If you take my advice you'll go in the hat trade to-morrow, my lad." "I'm not surprised," said Mr. Gunnill, whose face as he spoke was a map of astonishment. "Not a bit. I've seen him do more surprising things than that. Have a go at the staff now, Teddy." "I'll see about it," said Mr. Drill, modestly.
But the bride is agitated, and the bridegroom betrays a feverish nervousness. As they stand in the vestibule, John Jenkins fumbles earnestly in his vest-pocket. Can it be the ring he is anxious about? No. He draws a small brown substance from his pocket, and biting off a piece, hastily replaces the fragment and gazes furtively around. Surely no one saw him?
An hour later, attracted by much noise, I walked out into the garden and saw Zura with a clean, but much-patched baby on her back, one in each arm, and a half-dozen trailing behind. The game was "Here we go 'round the mulberry bush," sung in English and played in Japanese. "Oh, Miss Jenkins," cried the merry leader, "come quick. We need a bush and you will make such a nice fat one."
The names of families and persons were given in this list against each name was a number corresponding with the same number, marked on the various divisions of the chart. And there was no Richard Jenkins on that list he went over it carefully twice, thrice. It was not there.
Mrs Jenkins gradually gets excited, as she finds Mrs Jones listens, and by degrees she gains the ear of the rest of the party, who all, in spite of Gladys' efforts to divert their attention, turn to her when they hear the words 'Rowland and Miss Gwynne.
But they had allowed themselves to be driven too far along the path of war; and they had not taken account of the fact that the great peace Minister might, after all, prefer staying in office and making war to going out of office and leaving some rival to make it. Suddenly there came to the aid of the Patriots and their policy the portentous story of Captain Jenkins and his ear.
I have told you about our adventure in Mexico, where we saved the Señorita Cordova from Cal Jenkins and his gang and were entertained at the castle by her father. Well, there they are. I hardly think the señorita would recognize me. It seems a long time ago." "Don't you flatter yourself on that point," said the engineer.
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