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"If your thing your whatever-it-is, doesn't come up soon, Archie," said Reggie, fighting off with an effort the mists of sleep, "I rather think I shall be toddling along. What was it you came to get?" "It's rather difficult to describe. It's a rummy-looking sort of what-not, made of china or something. I call it Pongo.
I sat there for nearly half an hour, waiting for him to make his entrance, until I suddenly discovered he had been on from the start. He was, in fact, the rummy-looking plug-ugly who was now leaning against a potted palm a couple of feet from the O.P. side, trying to appear intelligent while the heroine sang a song about Love being like something which for the moment has slipped my memory.
Archie's taste in Art was not precious. To his untutored eye the thing was only one degree less foul than his father-in-law's Japanese prints, which he had always observed with silent loathing. "This one, now," continued Parker. "Worth a lot of money. Oh, a lot of money." "What, Pongo?" said Archie incredulously. "Sir?" "I always call that rummy-looking what-not Pongo.
"I was only going by what my father said in his letters," he explained, in extenuation. Archie nodded. "I'm afraid your jolly old father doesn't appreciate me. But I'm hoping for the best. If I can rope in that rummy-looking little china thing that Jo-Jo the dog-faced boy is showing the customers, he will be all over me.
Good old Charles!" "I say," exclaimed Horace, who sat nearest the window, "there are two rummy-looking chaps coming to the front door, wearing a sort of fancy dress!" "It must be the Germans," said Reggie. "The paper says they landed here this afternoon. I expect " A thunderous knock rang through the house. The family looked at one another.
"They stood talking for a minute or two just before the front door, and then Mr. Peacocke took him into the house. I heard him tell Carstairs to go through and send word up to the Doctor that he wouldn't be in school this morning." It had all happened just as young Talbot had said. A very "rummy-looking fellow" had at that early hour been driven over from Broughton to Bowick, and had caught Mr.
"I saw him coming across out of his own door," little Jack Talbot said to the younger of the two Clifford boys, "and there was a man coming up from the gate who met him." "What sort of a man?" asked Clifford. "He was a rummy-looking fellow, with a great beard, and a queer kind of coat. I never saw any one like him before." "And where did they go?"
He was clad in the usual Eastern robes, richly worked, over which he wore a shirt of chain-mail, and on his head a helmet, with mail flaps, an attire that gave the general effect of an obese Crusader of the early Norman period without his cross. "Is that Joshua?" said Orme, who was wandering a little again. "Rummy-looking cock, isn't he?
If you go past the track you get to a hard road made of asphalt for automobiles, and if you go along this for a few miles there is a road turns off to a little rummy-looking farm house set in a yard. That night after the race I went along that road because I had seen Jerry and some other men go that way in an automobile. I didn't expect to find them.
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