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It was a weird sight far aloft the black skeleton of spars and masts from which the sails had been removed; lower down, the sailors clinging like monstrous bugs as they passed the gaskets and furled; beneath them the few set sails, filled backward against the masts, gleaming whitely, wickedly, evilly, in the fearful illumination; and, at the bottom, the deck and bridge and houses of the Elsinore, and a tangled riff-raff of flying ropes, and clumps and bunches of swaying, pulling, hauling, human creatures.
"Hold," he commanded, as he held aloft his lantern and his revolver pointed directly at the man who held one of the ropes. "Out of there, every one of you out I say you first," to a man just climbing in. The stokers were not sailors the riff-raff of many ports they were; and now with them it was every man for himself. This feeling without proper knowledge worked their undoing.
"We cannot leave the life of the richest and most powerful financier in the world at the mercy of the rabble." "What rabble?" inquired Jefferson, amused. "The common rabble the lower class the riff-raff," explained Mr. Bagley. "Pshaw!" laughed Jefferson. "If our financiers were only half as respectable as the common rabble, as you call them, they would need no bars to their houses." Mr.
I had some slight acquaintance with the fellow, but he greeted me as though I were a long lost intimate his heavy sensual face swagged in smiles and invited me to a supper party. I declined with courtesy and walked away in fury. He would not have presumed to ask me to meet his riff-raff before I became disgustingly and I suppose to some minds, fascinatingly, notorious.
A brave man I have known, in spite of my pride, these last two or three awful weeks. But last night I knew you were a great man a very great man. Ah, mon Paul. La canaille, whether it lives in Whitechapel or Park Lane, what does it matter to us?" "The riff-raff, unfortunately," said Paul, "forms the general judgment of society." The Princess drew herself up in all her aristocratic dignity.
In the weeks that followed Stephen heard his mother's opinion repeated wherever he went. Everywhere the strike was discussed, and everywhere, in the Culpeper's circle, Gideon Vetch and his policies were repudiated. It was generally believed that the strike would be called, and that the Governor had been, as old General Plummer neatly put it, "bought off by the riff-raff."
I suppose there was about fifty of 'em all telling it at once, and then there was the sound of a fist on the gate. "Who is it?" I ses. "Police," ses the voice. I opened the wicket then and looked out. A couple o' policemen was standing by the gate and arf the riff-raff of Wapping behind 'em. "Wot's all this about?" ses one o' the policemen. I shook my 'ead. "Ask me another," I ses.
We could not hide in the mountains indefinitely. We both agreed that we could hide best in a large city. Marseilles might have been a perfect hiding-place could we have reached it, full as it always was of riff-raff from all the shores of the Mediterranean and from all parts of Italy.
Professor Herold snapped like a vicious dog, brushed the white bristles back over his enormous head, and said: “Well, my young original, you have made a discovery. Don’t you know that music cajoles into its magic circle the very riff-raff of any community? Don’t you know that music is a subterfuge for the neglect of human duty?
I am sure you are quite pleased that you have managed to mix us up with your extraordinary affairs. It is quite enough, dear family friend; thank you for giving us an opportunity of getting to know you so well." She arranged her cloak with hands that trembled with anger as she waited for the "riff-raff" to go.
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