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Updated: May 21, 2025
The people of the city were awakening to a Realisation of the Beautiful, to a sense of the higher needs of life. This was Art, this was Literature, this was Culture and Refinement. The Renaissance had appeared in the West. She was a short, rather stout, red-faced, very much over-dressed little woman of some fifty years.
The first step of the red-faced attorney, on finding no state-room unoccupied, was to dispossess two flat-boatmen of theirs, by the payment of a round bonus. Jaspar thought this a rather extravagant move for one apparently so parsimonious; but his mind was too deeply engrossed with the difficulties which environed him to comment on extraneous subjects.
"Oh, he's the fat, red-faced German. From his talk, I reckon he's come out to buy mines somewhere in Colorado." "We'll save him the trouble." "So we will good joke, John. Oh, about this Stiefel, he carries his money in a belt round his waist. I infer that it is gold." "Good! What about the others?"
Binn at this unlooked-for interruption, stopping iron in hand and peering at them between shirts and overalls hanging on the cords stretched across the room. She was a red-faced woman; no wonder! a small, incapable-looking, worn-out-seeming woman besides. "This lady has come to see Josh, Mrs. Binn." "What does she want of him?"
The bluff, stout, honest, red-faced, irascible rural person of whom the photographs of John Bright remind us has really been supplanted by a more modern, thinner, nervous, intellectual, astute type. For English use the Yankee type of Uncle Sam still seems to represent America, although it belongs to the past as much as slavery or the stage-coach.
The red-faced man whirled around, caught the boy by the back of the neck and pressed the other hand over his mouth. And old Frank, rearing up in the crowded confusion, buried his shining fangs deep in that hand and wrist. The other man sprang out of the car, jerked the door open, and caught him by both hind legs. "Don't stick him, Bill!" he gasped. "They'll find his body. Let him go home!"
A sailor, maybe, would be the best term. He was stout and red-faced, but with drink rather than with weather, I should think, and he rolled on his bow-legs in a somewhat nautical way." "What name did he give?" asked Hurd, writing this description rapidly in his note-book. "None. I asked him who he was, and he told me with many oaths I regret to say to mind my own business.
The result was a most unhappy one for Sam, who, expecting no such reception, was lifted clear off his feet and hurled to the ground some distance away. The exhilaration of his achievement brought Cameron's blood back again to his brain. Swiftly he turned upon the red-faced man just as that worthy had brought Haley to his knees with a cruel blow and was preparing to finish off his victim.
The sisters motioned to the conductor to stop, and they got off one after the other, leaving in their wake the pungent smell of camphor. The bus started tip and soon stopped again. And in got a cook, red-faced and out of breath. She sat down and placed her basket of provisions on her knees. A strong odor of dish-water filled the vehicle. "It's further than I imagined," thought Jeanne.
"Foxes are very destructive animals," said the Red-faced Man to Giles, "especially when one shoots and keeps harriers." "They are that, sir," said Giles to the Red-faced Man, "as only those know what has to do with them." "Put the other in, Giles," said the Red-faced man, "and when you have time, throw some soil on to the top of the lot. This place smells horrible.
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