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He raised the window half one cautious inch and bellowed through the crack: 'Did you see him? Have they got you? I can see lots of things from here. It's like a three-ring circus! 'Can you see the station? I replied, nodding toward the right rear mudguard. He twisted and craned sideways, but could not command that beautiful view. 'No! What's it like? he cried. 'Hell! I shouted.
Clinging to the dusty mudguard, I remarked to Miss Pankhurst that we would not look very partified. And she, pushed about by the tattered people, said she did not mind. Long ago she had decided she would never wear evening dresses because poor people never have them. Last act. Turkish-rugged and velvet-portièred reception room of the Mansion House. Assorted people shaking hands with the delegates.
In the late afternoon, returning home in the half-light, she overtook a convoy of lorries driven by Annamites. Hooting with her horn she crept past three lorries and drew abreast of the fourth; then, misjudging, she let the tip of her low mudguard touch the front wheel of the foremost lorry. The touch was so slight that she had passed on, but at a cry she drew up and looked back.
The mystery deepens," said Jess, in mock tragic tones. "What became of the other villain?" "You answer that question," grinned Chet. "You asked it!" "But what happened then?" asked Laura interestedly. "There was a row between Purt and the fellow who brought back the car. Purt pointed to the mudguard on the off side, as though it had been bent, or scraped in some way "
One man indeed, with a singular devotion to duty, poked his rifle into the car and then ran alongside of us with his hand on the mudguard. He carried Marion's trunk into the hotel when we got there. Our drive was an exciting one. At every street corner there were parties of soldiers. Along every street stalwart policemen strolled in pairs. There were certainly hundreds of armed irregulars.
"What kind of driving do you call that? Do you want to buy me a new mudguard?" "Oh, pardon me," said Betty, laughing back at her. "You were so small and insignificant, I came near not seeing you." "Well, you would have felt me in another minute," grumbled Mollie, as she shut off the engine and got out of the car. "What's the idea of your little peanut, anyway?
"What kind of driving do you call that? Do you want to buy me a new mudguard?" "Oh, pardon me," said Betty, laughing back at her. "You were so small and insignificant, I came near not seeing you." "Well, you would have <i>felt</i> me in another minute," grumbled Mollie, as she shut off the engine and got out of the car. "What's the idea of your little peanut, anyway?
They shake hands and embrace, and the cabman cuts another notch in his mudguard, and gets back on the seat and drives on. Then if, by any chance, the victim of the accident still breathes, the gendarme arrests him for interfering with the traffic. It is a lovely system and sweetly typical.
Thus they came upon Fanny, in the hollow torn by the lamps out of an obscurity which whirled like a dense pillar above her, seated on her mudguard, blanched and still as an image, the iron bar for a weapon in her right hand, the torch ready as a signal in her left. "Julien!" "Well, yes, my poor child!" And she saw the man behind him, and laughed. "Help me down.
She tried to picture them as a band of workmen, who, content with their little pillage, were now far from her on their way to some encampment. Finding the torch still caught between the mudguard and the bonnet, she prowled round the car, flashing it into corners and pits of darkness. There was no sign of a lurking face or flutter of garment.
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