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Updated: July 2, 2025
The streets near the station were full of the smell of beer and coffee and decaying fruit and a shirt-sleeved populace moved through them with the intimate abandon of boarders going down the passage to the bathroom. Archer found a cab and drove to the Somerset Club for breakfast.
The door opened and a stocky, crop-headed, shirt-sleeved man in his thirties stood before them. He turned slightly pale at the sight of so many uniforms, but held his ground. "What is this?" he demanded. "You Magnessen?" Lieutenant Smith barked. "Yeah. What's the beef? If it's about my hi-fi playing too loud, I can tell you that old hag downstairs " "May we come in?" Rath asked. "It's important."
In another direction shirt-sleeved men were standing on waggons, shaking the soil from the stalks of sheaves, and stacking them for carrying.
On wooden seats all around sat a vast multitude of shirt-sleeved spectators, and the air was full of voices. One voice detached itself from the din. "Pea-nuts! Get y'r pea-nuts!" Something that was almost a sob shook Bingley Crocker's ample frame. Bayliss the butler gazed down upon him with concern. He was sure the master was unwell. The case of Mr.
No one paid any attention to Carley until at length she stepped up to the desk and interrupted the conversation there. "Is this a hotel?" she queried, brusquely. The shirt-sleeved individual leisurely turned and replied, "Yes, ma'am." And Carley said: "No one would recognize it by the courtesy shown. I have been standing here waiting to register."
It had all happened so quickly that Amherst, with the dual vision which comes at such moments, noticed that the third footman or was it the fourth? was just passing his portmanteau on to a shirt-sleeved arm behind the door which led to the servant's wing.... He roused himself to look at the tall clock. It was just six. He had telephoned from town at two. "At what time did Mrs. Amherst leave?"
A funeral last evening, nearly at sunset, a coffin of a boy about ten years old laid on a one-horse wagon among some straw, two or three barouches and wagons following. The grave was dug on the steep slope of a hill; and the grave-digger was waiting there, and two or three other shirt-sleeved yeomen, leaning against the trees.
This idiosyncrasy of his was well known in the neighborhood and respected, and it was generally bold to be both bad taste and unsafe to visit Bat's shop until near the fashionable hour for luncheon, when the great one, shirt-sleeved and smoking a short pipe, would appear in the doorway, looking out upon the world and giving it to understand that he was now open to be approached by deserving acquaintances.
He saw a glittering mass, a broad, moving band of color. Everywhere waved Place flags, bright gold and blue. White faces gleamed like daisies on a golden slope. In the bleachers close to the first base massed a shirt-sleeved crowd of students, row on row of them, thousands in number. Ken experienced a little chill as he attached the famous Place yell to that significant placing of rooters.
Bulging with her meat and drink, he cut her dead; and, having done so, turned and walked into the next flat. Elizabeth was a girl of spirit. Joseph might look at her as if she were a saucerful of tainted milk, but he was her cat, and she meant to get him back. She went out and rang the bell of Mr James Renshaw Boyd's flat. The door was opened by a shirt-sleeved young man.
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