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Updated: June 6, 2025
"It was a long one of brown leather," replied Jack, describing Ed's pocketbook and ignoring the question of what was in it. "A friend of mine dropped it along here, and we're helping him hunt for it. My sister and Mr. Pennington are going to look in one direction, and you and I'll look in the other." Jack tried to make his voice sound friendly, but it was difficult work.
I happened to glance at Ned Brooke just then, and I could not help noticing the sudden crafty, eager expression that flashed over his face. He eyed the pocketbook in Mr. Carroll's hands furtively, after which he went off with the horse in a great hurry. The girls were exclaiming and thanking their father, and nobody noticed Ned Brooke's behaviour but myself, and it soon passed out of my mind.
He had the best of companions and, after they had finished their work, they were at liberty to do pretty nearly whatever they liked. "I think I shall get my uncle to send me to the same crammer as father went to, if he is still alive. I put down his address once, in my pocketbook, and shall be able to find it again when I get down to Calcutta, and recover my traps.
Many silver bracelets, studded with the native turquoises, strings and strings of silver beads, and shell necklaces, heavy silver belts, great turquoise earrings, rings and rings, make up the ensemble of Navajo jewelry. Even the babies are loaded down with it. It is the family pocketbook. When an Indian goes to a store he removes a section of jewelry and trades it for whatever takes his fancy.
Parker declared with dignity. "Neither my friend nor myself knows anything about his pocketbook." "I am sorry," Mr. Cullen said politely, "but I shall have to trouble you to come with me to Bow Street at once and you, too, sir," he added, addressing the old gentleman. "I am a police officer and we will go into the matter there. You will agree with me that it is well not to make a disturbance here.
Suddenly, however, he observed his pocketbook in my hand. "'I think you dropped this, I remarked, as quietly and drily as I could. He then suddenly grabbed at his side-pocket, opened his mouth in alarm, and beat his forehead with his hand. "'My God! he cried, 'where did you find it?
It is true, as has already been stated, that the section, despite the rush of lawless characters that have flocked thither, is one of the best governed in the world, and no officers could be more watchful and effective than the mounted police of the Northwest; but the course of our friends had much the appearance of a man leaving his pocketbook in the middle of the street and expecting to find it again the next day.
Lord Vernon is no more ill than I. It is useless to deny it I have that here which proves it written with his own hand yes, pardie, written in my presence!" and with trembling fingers he took from his pocketbook a folded slip of paper. "Indeed?" said Collins, with mild curiosity. "This is truly wonderful," and he held out his hand.
Because his money was fast ebbing and motives of prudence alone if none more worthy forbade an attempt to replenish his pocketbook by revisiting the little rez-de-chaussee in the rue Roget and realizing on its treasures, he had determined to have a taximeter fitted to his car and ply for hire until time or chance should settle the question of his future.
But she was a most unkind and heartless girl, for all that. Never while he lived would he ask her for a sandwich. With a comfortable feeling of security his hand felt for his well-filled pocketbook. It was gone! "By Jove!" Stronger ejaculation seemed forbidden by the Presence on the steps. He tapped all his pockets carefully.
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