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And I have to leave things lying about delicate instruments that mustn't be disturbed. Awfully delicate. I shall be out all day. I shall be taking my invention into the open air to experiment with it. My invention " He waved his hand at the basket. Mrs. Pinner quite understood; was impressed. "Oh, dear, yes, mister. To be sure. An inventor; fancy that, now!" She gazed at the basket.
Pinner to the door. "That you, thank you. I have everything now. I will ring if " "Mi-aow!" "Bless my soul!" Mrs. Pinner exclaimed. "There is a cat"; dropped on hands and knees; pushed her head beneath the sofa. George rushed for the basket. Wreaking his craven alarm upon the hapless prisoner, he shook it; with a horrible bump slammed it upon the floor; placed his foot upon it. Mrs.
No one could match him at wrestling, pitching the bar, cudgel play, and other athletic exercises. Like the renowned Pinner of Wakefield, he was the village champion; carried off the prize at all the fairs, and threw his gauntlet at the country round.
It was at Pinner, not many minutes by rail from Alma's friends at Kingsbury-Neasden, and only about half an hour from Baker Street 'so convenient for the concerts'. A new house might be damp, but the summer months were hastening to dry it, and they would not enter into residence before the end of autumn. 'We must go and enjoy our heather, said Alma brightly.
Even a couple of them, that had mistaken Dick's wool for another sheep's-head, were secured without difficulty, in spite of the firmness with which they clung to their prize. "What luck he'd been having!" said Ford. "He always does," said Dab. "I say, Dick, how'll I scoop you in?" "Has you done got all de crabs?" "Every pinner of 'em." "Den you jest wait a minute."
In a soft, damask dress, not unlike the color of the walls from which the room took its name, a cap of Honiton lace shading her delicate features, sat Mrs. Hare. The justice was in London with Squire Pinner, and Barbara had gone to the Grove and brought her mamma away in triumph. It was evening now, and Mrs. Hare was paying a visit to the gray parlor.
As soon as the question had been put it was stupid old Pinner who propounded it they had felt how foolish it was. And indeed the cost would be a mere nothing, were there no opposition. "Come, decide now, Carlyle. Give us your promise." "If I decide now, it will be in the negative," replied Mr. Carlyle. "It is a question that demands consideration.
I mean I'll come along to Pinner with you now, to-night, or whenever you go." "Oh!" I said. I don't know that I specially wanted him. It's a little wearing, the company of a chap like that. You never know what he's going to let you in for next. But, as this didn't seem to occur to him, I didn't say anything. We walked a little farther; then I told him the time of the train and left him.
The hunters were in high spirits. The men from the hamlet about the post-office, 'Gene Frady and Alf Lance, Mitchell Robertson, the blacksmith, Doc Pinner, the carpenter, and a half-dozen more, with a boy to drive back the horses, were piled into a wagon. There were much pushing and scrambling for places, and many ejaculations of discomfort. "Git off mah feet, 'Gene." "Hang 'em outside, man.
These last words were shot out of him, as though the constraint which he was evidently setting upon himself had suddenly and utterly burst asunder. Holmes and I glanced at each other, and Hall Pycroft took a step towards the table. "You forget, Mr. Pinner, that I am here by appointment to receive some directions from you," said he. "Certainly, Mr.
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