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You're mine, and you might just as well face the music and get acquainted with me, first as last. Understand? "I'm not such a bad sort what's the matter with me, anyhow? Why ain't I good enough for you or any other woman? Suppose I'm not a young whippersnapper with his head full of nonsense and his pockets full of nothing, can the best popinjay of them all do for you what I can?
Tresler waited until, swaying and even stumbling in the process, he had turned out two pockets; then his impatience getting the better of him, he proceeded to conduct the search himself. "Now see here," he said firmly, "I'll go through your pockets. If you've lost it, there'll be trouble for you when you get back. If you'd only kept clear of that saloon you would have been all right."
Him and me seen the elephant and the owl, and we had specimens of this seidlitz powder wine; and Cherokee he audits all the bills, C.O.D. His pockets looked like a pool table's after a fifteen-ball run. "Cherokee must have struck pay ore," remarked California Ed. "Well, he's white. I'm much obliged to him for his success."
Lydia smiled sorrowfully upon herself in the midst of her daze, at the wonder whether she also should be tempted to go through her husband's pockets, not thriftily, to save his purse, but to discover the portrait of his first wife. Yet she had resolved to ask him nothing; and then, in the way of womankind, she opened her lips one day and said the thing she would not.
All these, and the brig herself, I had outlived; and come through these hardships and fearful perils without scath. My only thought should have been of gratitude; and yet I could not behold the place without sorrow for others and a chill of recollected fear. I was so thinking when, upon a sudden, Mr. Rankeillor cried out, clapped his hand to his pockets, and began to laugh.
"Yes, yes, I am satisfied . . . observe my untroubled look," and he broke into his hearty and somewhat noisy laugh. "You are not hiding anything from me, my dear fellow?" "What a donkey you are, old fellow. I tell you that everything is going on well." And he resumed his song, jingling the money in his pockets. "All is going on well, but it will take some time," he went on.
You must know, Bernardo, that this sound is as enchanting music attracting me; it overpowers my will. I descended into the tavern and called for a glass of beer. I seated myself among the players, and challenged any of them to play against me. I won and lost; but at last good luck was on my side, and my pockets were so full that they could hardly bear the weight of the florins.
"What fiend do you allude to?" asked Miss Heathcote, with increasing interest. "A fiend hardly presentable in good society," replied Belmont, bitterly. "One could tolerate a Mephistophiles a dignified fiend, with his pockets full of money but my tormentor, if personified, would appear with seedy boots and a shocking bad hat." "How absurd!"
For some time he sauntered about with his hands in his pockets, his black pipe in his mouth, a thick oak cudgel, of his own making, under his arm, and his hat set jauntily on one side of his head. He went along with an easy swagger, and looked particularly reckless, but no man ever belied his looks more thoroughly. The swagger was unintentional, and the recklessness did not exist.
It was curious to see how much these men, so apparently shattered by strong drink, knew about the ins and outs of the constitution. More than one had his pockets full of letters written him by distinguished members.
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