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But praying before the altar is only one-quarter of what these priests are doing every hour of the day and night. It's part of my business to follow them around, and I know. Hand me a light, Tim, my pipe's out." Felix, being nearest the box, struck a match and held it close to Silas's bowl, a cloud of smoke rising between them. When it had cleared, O'Day remarked quietly: "Don't stop, Mr.
"There don't nobody know more'n I do about nothin', when my pipe's drawin' real good an' nobody's thornin' me to go to work," replied Mr. Wiley; "but nobody's willin' to take the advice of a man that's seen the world an' lived in large places, an' the risin' generation is in a turrible hurry. I don' know how 't is: young folks air allers settin' the clock forrard an' the old ones puttin' it back."
"There don't nobody know more'n I do about nothin', when my pipe's drawin' real good an' nobody's thornin' me to go to work," replied Mr. Wiley; "but nobody's willin' to take the advice of a man that's seen the world an' lived in large places, an' the risin' generation is in a turrible hurry. I don' know how 't is: young folks air allers settin' the clock forrard an' the old ones puttin' it back."
W. Keyse whistled and slapped his leg. "An' I bin' noticin' it on me own for a long while back now I come to think of it. Woddyou pipe's the matter wiv 'im? Not ill? Lumme! if 'e was ill " The eyes of W. Keyse became circular with consternation. "No, no, deer!" She reassured him, in his ignorance that the maladies of the soul are more agonising far than those that afflict the body.
Thus T. Warton, in his Progress of Discontent, represents the Parson who had taken a college living regretting his old condition, 'When calm around the common-room I puffed my daily pipe's perfume; ... And every night I went to bed, Without a modus in my head. T. Warton's Poems, ii. 197. Fines are payments due to the lord of a manor on every admission of a new tenant.
Well, we were spliced, and the very first night I thought I saw poor Ben Jones standing by my bedside, and, for a week or so, I was not comfortable; but, howsomever, it wore off, I plied at the stairs, and gained my money. But my pipe's out, and I'm dry with talking. Suppose I take a spell for a few minutes." Stapleton relighted his pipe, and for nearly half-an-hour smoked in silence.
"If you don't read, how do you fill up your time, Jack?" "My pipe's better than any book, lad. I'm goin' to set down and have a smoke now. Wish I had an extra pipe for you." "Thank you," said Herbert, politely, "but I don't smoke." "Don't smoke! How old are you?" "Sixteen." "Sixteen years old, and don't smoke! Why, where was you raised?" "In the East," answered Herbert, smiling.
"Put a name on what you're at; you ain't dumb, I reckon. Him that wants shall get it. Have I lived this many years, and a son of a rum puncheon cock his hat athwart my hawse at the latter end of it? You know the way; you're all gentlemen o' fortune, by your account. Well, I'm ready. Take a cutlass, him that dares, and I'll see the colour of his inside, crutch and all, before that pipe's empty."
Your bearish manners towards women have driven the servant lassie frae your house, and your wife beats you." "Ay, you spoil your prophecy there," the doctor said, considerably relieved, "for I'm not married; my pipe's the only wife I ever had." "You will be married by that time," continued the Egyptian, frowning at this interruption, "for I see your wife. She is a shrew.
"Monsignore San Giacomo, by thy help and the pipe's, the padrone shall have his child!" muttered the servant, looking up from the garden. Yet Dr. Riccabocca was not rash. The man who wants his wedding-garment to fit him must allow plenty of time for the measure. But from that day, the Italian notably changed his manner towards Miss Hazeldean.
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