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But Master Pipes only was sold, for just as he was about to take up the tissue paper bearing the magic name of Henry Hase, St. George's church struck four, and the prize was re-pocketed to the great discomfiture of "Pipes," and the merriment of his customers. Of electioneering tricks I could tell a full score.
When she did do so, the Baroness very well knew how to put it into her pocket. "You vill like to keep the entire eight?" asked the Baroness. Mary thought that four might perhaps suffice for her own wants; whereupon the Baroness re-pocketed four, but of course did not return the change. But even then the Baroness had not completed her task.
Did you think the bells were ringing for you, exclaimed his uncle, 'when there's a great battle won, and Sebastopol taken? 'Telegraphs are always lies! quoth Mr. Cavendish Dusautoy, tersely, 'I don't believe anything has happened at all! and he re-pocketed the sovereign. Meantime Lucy was in a rapture of embracing.
The enemy looked Copper up and down, folded and re-pocketed a copy of an English weekly which he had been reading, and said: "You seem an inarticulate sort of swine like the rest of them eh?" "You," said Copper, thinking, somehow, of the crushing answers he had never given to the young squire, "are a renegid. Why, you ain't Dutch. You're English, same as me." "No, khaki.
Then "comforting himself with this reflection, Mr. Lowten extricated the plug from the door key; having opened the door, re-plugged and re-pocketed his Bramah." Thus, in Copperfield, we find him describing, but under a disguise, the same incident. As when he was sent to Murdstone and Grimby's warehouse, it was still the washing and labelling of bottles "not of blacking," but of wines and spirits.
He closed the door and, while he re-pocketed his key, looking up and down, they took in the comparatively harsh actuality of the Avenue, which reminded him of the assault of the outer light of the Desert on the traveller emerging from an Egyptian tomb. But he risked before they stepped into the street his gathered answer to her speech. "For me it is lived in. For me it is furnished."
"Snake sting me!" says he, laughing ruefully as he re-pocketed his weapons. "This comes o' harbouring a lousy rogue as balks good liquor. The man as won't take good rum hath the head of a chicken, the heart of a yellow dog, and the bowels of a w-worm, and bone-rot him, says I. Lord love me, but I've seen many a better throat than yours slit ere now, my buxom lad!" "And aided too, belike?" says I.
Olstein grinned at me. "Our friend's in a hurry to dodge the subscription list." But the young Briton turned and intercepted the collector as he moved towards the next group. "It's your sovereign," said I, "that seems to be overlooked." Mr. Olstein saw it at his elbow and re-pocketed it. "Well, if he hasn't the sense to pick it up, I've some more than to whistle him back.
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