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Then, working as he talked: "I've got no time to tell you what I think of you, you pitiful hound" he snatched up the plate from the floor and put it in his pocket "Twenty years, I think you said, didn't you?" his hand shot into Malone's pocket-book, and extracted the five-dollar note "If you can open this with your toes maybe you can get a way" he wrenched the trapdoor over and slammed it shut "good-night, Malone" and he leaped for the window.
Hayward mentions "a copy of the folio edition of Young's 'Night Thoughts, in which he had made a note of its having been presented to him by his 'dearly attached friend, the celebrated Mrs. Piozzi." But there were other books of far greater interest and value than this. There was, as we have been informed, a copy of Malone's Shakspeare, with numerous notes in the handwriting of Dr.
From their position on the steps they could see what was not visible to the crowd beyond, the revolver that was pressed against the small of Crust's back. "Cover this man," whispered Percival to Malone. "Shoot if he opens his mouth." Malone's revolver was jammed against the "Portugee's" back, and Percival sprang back up the steps. Manuel Crust shot a look of surprise at Abel Landover.
Teddy Malone's hitherto obtuse faculties were awakened. He stopped suddenly, being by that time convinced that he stood unarmed within spear-throw of savages in ambush. To advance, supposing his conjecture to be right, he knew would be certain death.
They rushed to Malone's house, and, with his consent and assistance, tore off the roof, smashed the windows, and demolished the doors. The place was thus rendered uninhabitable. This having been happily effected, the Sheriff's party arrived an hour or so late, in the Irish fashion.
Malone's cunning, vicious face, now that the softening effects of the gray hair and mustache were gone, seemed accentuated diabolically by the grin broadening into a laugh, as he guffawed. Marty Dean's hand swung with a bang to Malone's shoulder. "Say, Cap say, you're all right!" he exclaimed excitedly. "You're the boy!
Oh! wasn't it just the darling entirely! Here's one of the dresses. Now, what do you think of that?" As Kitty spoke she pulled out a pink nun's-veiling, made up with innumerable ruffles and frills and laces and embroidery, a really very pretty dress for quite a gay party, but totally unsuitable for a schoolgirl of Kitty Malone's age. "Why, it's a long dress?" said Alice. "How old are you, Kitty?"
Of the Lewis family the first who came home that special evening was Carrie. She walked straight into the little sitting-room, where Kitty Malone's letter lying on top of the blotter immediately attracted her attention. It need not be said that she instantly read it, and not only once but twice. "Ha! ha! Elma, I have got you into my power at last," she said to herself.
Jimmie Dale worked like lightning. The cord with the slip noose from his pocket went around Malone's wrists, jerked tight, and knotted; the placard, his lips grim, with no sign of humour, Jimmie Dale dangled around the man's neck. "An introduction for you to Mr. Kline out there that you seem so fond of!" gritted Jimmie Dale.
And the proceeding investigation hardly leaves a single drama of his absolute invention. Malone's sentence is an important piece of external history. In Henry VIII, I think I see plainly the cropping out of the original rock on which his own finer stratum was laid. The first play was written by a superior, thoughtful man, with a vicious ear. I can mark his lines, and know well their cadence.
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