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William paused, and then went on slowly, "Say, Mister Whimple, my Pa's a wonder to know what's what, and he says quite solemn to Tommy Watson after the meeting's over, 'Jimmy's the best man in a fight of any kind I ever knew, he says; 'b'lieve me, Mister Watson, he says, 'he'll punc-ture "The Big Wind."
That nine-year gulf would see to that. "Thinking about your brother, aren't you?" Alan blinked. "How did you know?" Grinning, Hawkes said, "A gambler has to know how to figure things. And it's written in permoscript all over your forehead anyway. You're wondering what the first face-to-face meeting's going to be like. I'll bet on it." "I won't cover the bet. You'd win."
"Why aren't you at each other's throats?" "So far as we're concerned," said Bob, "there's nothing to fight about. We don't object to the soldiers or the police. We're loyal men." "Oh, are you?" said Bland. "Quite." "Unless our meeting's interrupted to-morrow," I said. "Of course," said Bob. "That explains your position all right," said Bland. "But I don't quite understand the others.
"You go your way and let me go mine," said Peter, gently freeing himself. Two policemen were standing on the opposite pavement, talking together, while they secretly kept an eye on the shop. Pelle pointed to them. "The police don't know where the meeting's to be held, so they're keeping watch on me," said Peter, shrugging his shoulders. "I can easily put those two on the wrong track."
I won't interfere with the dignity of the court, but I just wish to simply and distinctly state that after the meeting's over I'm going to punch the head of every man that gets gay. Understand?" "You're out of order," the chairman replied, rapping the table with the caulking-mallet. "And your head, too," Del cried, turning upon him. "Damn poor order you preserve.
Meeting's over; going to shut up the house," shouted the sexton, shaking the sleeper thoroughly. "I was very tired," responded Benjamin, trying to get his eyes open. "I was on the boat last night and got no sleep." "Where did you come from?" "Boston; I came here for work." "Well, Philadelphy is a great place for work; what sort of work do you want?"
"You go your way and let me go mine," said Peter, gently freeing himself. Two policemen were standing on the opposite pavement, talking together, while they secretly kept an eye on the shop. Pelle pointed to them. "The police don't know where the meeting's to be held, so they're keeping watch on me," said Peter, shrugging his shoulders. "I can easily put those two on the wrong track."
"Come on, fellows, and have one with me," called a strange voice near the door. "Meeting's adjourned," cried Jim Ellis, and got up to accept the invitation and range along the bar with the rest. He had not been particularly interested in bridge-whist anyway. The others remained seated, and the bartender called across to know what they would have.
He's a clever fallow, indeed! maun kilt awa wi' ae bonny lass in the morning, and another at night, less wadna serve him! but if he disna kilt himsell out o' the country, I'se kilt him wi' a tow, for the Castleton meeting's clean blawn ower; his friends will no countenance him."
That meeting displeases me. I am going to pull that meeting's great ugly, mahogany-coloured nose." He stepped across swiftly, if not quite steadily. The Marquis, seeing him, arched his black Assyrian eyebrows in surprise, but smiled politely. "You are Mr. Syme, I think," he said. Syme bowed. "And you are the Marquis de Saint Eustache," he said gracefully. "Permit me to pull your nose."
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