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'Never mind, said Dick. 'Come on now. Back you go and stick it out. The second act of Madam Butterfly was in progress. With the sure touch of high artistry, both composer and librettist had delineated the result of Pinkerton's faithlessness a faithlessness that was obvious to every one but Cho-cho-san, who still believed that her husband would return with the roses. She knew it.
These were all charged with Pinkerton's Thirteen Star, although from across the room it would have required an expert to distinguish them from the same number of bottles of Courvoisier. I used to twit my friend with this resemblance, and propose a new edition of the pamphlet, with the title thus improved: Why Drink French Brandy, when we give you the same labels?
On the cover was inserted a copy of "Lines addressed to a young lady on quitting Miss Pinkerton's school, at the Mall; by the late revered Doctor Samuel Johnson." In fact, the Lexicographer's name was always on the lips of this majestic woman, and a visit he had paid to her was the cause of her reputation and her fortune.
He bore Washington a special grudge, being quite aware that it was he who was in the habit of removing the famous Canterville blood- stain, by means of Pinkerton's Paragon Detergent. Having reduced the reckless and foolhardy youth to a condition of abject terror, he was then to proceed to the room occupied by the United States Minister and his wife, and there to place a clammy hand on Mrs.
Sulky, sheepish, and amazed, they still sat round the table. "I'd like to say a word to you before we separate," said the man who had trapped them. "I guess we may not meet again until you see me on the stand in the courthouse. I'll give you something to think over between now and then. You know me now for what I am. At last I can put my cards on the table. I am Birdy Edwards of Pinkerton's.
He said nothing as he entered the room, but with a gesture of hopeless failure he sank into a chair and awaited his chief's pleasure. "Chip, I've got a starter." With an indulgent smile Chip nodded his head, but failed to exhibit any extraordinary interest. Mr. Pinkerton's eyes twinkled. He understood the situation, but time was valuable and he could not waste any in humorous by-play.
He had talked with men from Pinkerton's. He had expounded his views nightly to his brother Strollers, preaching the delicacy and difficulty of cracking a crib till his audience had rebelled.
George said, with a puff of his cigar, which went soaring up skywards. "How delicious they smell in the open air! I adore them. Who'd think the moon was two hundred and thirty-six thousand eight hundred and forty-seven miles off?" Becky added, gazing at that orb with a smile. "Isn't it clever of me to remember that? Pooh! we learned it all at Miss Pinkerton's!
M. Martin, "Description of the Western Islands of Scotland," in J. Pinkerton's General Collection of Voyages and Travels, iii. The second edition of Martin's book, which Pinkerton reprints, was published at London in 1716. For John Ramsay's account of the need-fire, see above, pp. 147 sq. J. Grimm, Deutsche Mythologie,* i. 506, referring to Miss Austin as his authority.
Pinkerton's face grew pale, and his mouth straightened, as he leaped on board. "Where's the captain of this ?" and he left the phrase unfinished, finding no epithet sufficiently energetic for his thoughts. It did not appear whom or what he was addressing; but a head, presumably the cook's, appeared in answer at the galley door.
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