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It was a relief when he finally sifted a spoonful of fine blue sand over the document, poured the remaining grains back into their receptacle, puffed out his coarse red jowls, emitted a grunt of approval, and raised his keen eyes to mine. "A thousand pardons, monsieur," I began, "for being where I assure you I would not have been had I known exactly where I was."
He stood at the opening in the vines, with one slightly palsied hand fumbling at a loose tendril as the judge passed down the short yard-walk and out at the gate. Then he went back to his chair and sat down again. All those little muscles in his jowls were jumping. Clay Street was no longer empty.
In a twinkling the rascals were about him. A sword pricked from behind. The fellow jumped. Another prick, and yet another, till the good man was dancing such a jig the sweat rolled from his fat jowls and he roared out promise to feast the whole rout.
The man watched the slow approach of the monster, the slavering jowls, the malignant expression of the devilish face. The creature, finding the deck stable, appeared to be gaining confidence, and then the man leaped suddenly to one side of the deck and the tiny flier heeled as suddenly in response. The banth slipped and clutched frantically at the deck.
It is ill-bred to stoop too close to one's porringer or the meat. It suffices to bend a little when conveying a soaked morsel to one's mouth, in order to avoid soiling oneself, then straighten up again. Much less should you lick your fingers, especially not suck them noisily. 7th. Put not another bit into your Mouth till the former be Swallowed let not your Morsels be too big for the jowls
He blinked and lowered his head under the blow, but though the snarling stopped his teeth flashed. She caught him by both jowls and tugged him forward. "Let him be!" urged Vic. "He's got to come!" And come he did, step by halting step, while she hauled him, and now the snarling hoarse intakes of breath filled the room.
"Yes." Colonel Dodd turned his back on her and looked up at his bouquets. Perspiration streaked his thick neck. His jowls trembled. She pitied this man, even in her own tribulation. She had never seen him moved before. "How did you get this money, Miss Kilgour?" he asked, after a time, his voice very low. "Must I tell you?" "Certainly. We are going to the bottom of this thing."
Instantly, as the wheels ceased to turn, a young man in the smartest livery imaginable, green garnished with gold, leaped smartly from the driver's seat, with military precision opened the door of the tonneau and, holding it, immobilised himself into the semblance of a waxwork image with the dispassionate eye, the firm mouth, and the closely razored, square jowls of the model chauffeur.
But Mother Corey cut in, his voice older and hoarser, and the skin on his jowls even grayer than usual. "Don't sell them short, cobber. I did once.... You forget them, here, after a while. But they're around...." Bruce Gordon felt something run down his armpit, and a chill creep up his back.... Out on the street, a sudden whooping began, and he glanced down.
"'I'd git kicked into the discard by the first cop that got to me, he answered, 'that's what I'd git. "The creature's dirty, unshaved jowls began to shake, and his voice became wholly a whimper. "'I've got a line on this thing, Governor, sure as there's a hell. That banker man was viewin' the layout. I've thought it all over, an' this is the way it would be.
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