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Skepsey requested him to state the degree of resistance he might think he could bring against a pair of skilful fists, in a place out of hearing of the police. 'Say, you! said the pork-butcher, and sharply smiled, for he was a man of size. 'I would give you two minutes, rejoined Skepsey, eyeing him intently and kindly: insomuch that it could be seen he was not in the conundrum vein.
For a week or more all three of them Lucien, Berenice, and the invalid were obliged to live on the various ingenious preparations sold by the pork-butcher; the inflammatory diet was little suited to the sick girl, and Coralie grew worse. Sheer want compelled Lucien to ask Lousteau for a return of the loan of a thousand francs lost at play by the friend who had deserted him in his hour of need.
With the help of a local pork-butcher, who kept the key, I was able to enter the towers of this gateway.
Much better marry a respectable pork-butcher outright, and have at least the healthful exercise of chopping sausage-meat to fill up the stray gaps in the conversation. In that condition of life, they say, people are at any rate perfectly safe from the terrors of ennui.
Skepsey requested him to state the degree of resistance he might think he could bring against a pair of skilful fists, in a place out of hearing of the police. 'Say, you! said the pork-butcher, and sharply smiled, for he was a man of size. 'I would give you two minutes, rejoined Skepsey, eyeing him intently and kindly: insomuch that it could be seen he was not in the conundrum vein.
Wheeling their bicycles, Erebus and Wiggins walked beside him with a proud air. They felt that they shone with his reflected glory. It was a delightful sensation. They had gone some forty yards, when Erebus said in a hushed, awed, yet gratified tone: "Have you killed him, Mr. Carrington?" "No, my child. I am not a pork-butcher," said Mr. Carrington amiably.
"Yes," she replied, with sombre fury. "How very strange!" ejaculated Adrian. "Why?" "Because I have seen a finger, a woman's long finger with a gold ring on it, that might have come off your hand. I suppose the pork-butcher picked it up for a keepsake." "May be, Heer Adrian, but where is it now?" "Oh! it is, or was, in a bottle of spirits tied by a thread to the cork."
Miss Smox, eldest daughter of Professor A. T. Smox, or '516. Baines Bryce, Esq.? ... Who IS Baines Bryce? ... Nobody ever heard of him before. He may be a retired pork-butcher for all any one knows! Portraits, even of celebrities, are a mistake.
She was in love with the brute, poor young soul, for when, a week later, she read that the Argentina was wrecked, and presumably every soul on board had perished, she wept very many bitter tears over her early widowhood. "Fortunately her father, a very wealthy pork-butcher of Chicago, had known nothing of his daughter's culpable foolishness.
On either side of the Blandamer Arms clustered a few more modern shops, which, possessing no arcade, had to be content with awnings of brown stuff with red stripes. One of these places of business was occupied by Mr Joliffe, the pork-butcher. He greeted Westray through the open window. "Good-morning.
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