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It's my deal, Little Doctor. Do you want to know what's trumps?" "No, I don't!" Still without looking at him, she tied her shoelaces with an impatient twitch that came near breaking them, and walked haughtily to where Concho stood dutifully waiting. With an impulsive movement, she threw her arms around his neck, and hid her hot face against his scanty mane.
"Bless my shoelaces, but I thought Andy Foger had us there one spell; didn't you, Tom?" "Indeed I did. But you helped me win, Mr. Damon." "Nonsense!" exclaimed the odd man. "Yes, you did. You helped me a lot." "Well, are you going to keep after more air-prizes, Tom, or are you going to try for something else?" asked his father.
By the time Rosemary had found the tie, Shirley had managed to upset the shoe blacking on her white shoes and had to be hastily refitted with tan socks and oxfords. Rosemary, flying down the hall with a new pair of shoelaces for her sister, brushed past Doctor Hugh on his way to the breakfast table.
Wakefield Damon, of the neighboring town of Waterford, and how Tom bought that gentleman's motor cycle, after it had tried to climb a tree with its rider in the saddle. Mr. Wakefield Damon was an odd man, whose favorite expression was "Bless my shoelaces!" or something equally absurd. Waterford was not far from Shopton, where Tom and his father made their home. Mr.
In houses the difficulty often is to get the servants up in the morning; one cannot wake, and the rest sleep too sound much the same thing; yet they have clocks and alarums. The reapers are never behind. Roger got off his planks, shook himself, went outside the shed, and tightened his shoelaces in the bright light. His rough hair he just pushed back from his forehead, and that was his toilet.
Yet, as he had said But he hadn't said, she told herself. Very likely he was married, though that fact did not greatly trouble the girl. Such men as these have always a good as well as a bad past, pleasant as well as bitter memories, and possibly he included amongst the former the recollection of a girl whose shoelaces Lollie Marsh was not fit to tie.
He was woken up soon after dawn by one of the cubs tugging at his shoelaces in play.
"You mean Mr. Damon?" "Dat's de one. De gen'man what's allers a-blessin' ob hisself or his shoelaces, or suffin laik dat. Shall I sing out ef I sees him?" "Well, no; not exactly, Rad. Just show Mr. Damon up to the house. I'd be glad to see him again, though I don't fancy he'll call. He's off on a little trip, and won't be back for a week. But watch out, Rad."
A trace of fear struck through him, but it was weaker than before, and it seemed normal enough, under the circumstances. He fumbled over the shoelaces, and then grabbed up his coat. She'd bring them back! Maybe they'd used her as a spy! But he couldn't understand why she'd bothered to press his clothes. And the apartment still puzzled him.
The telegraph office was two squares away, the wondering night-clerk told him, and Bruce, stepping frequently on his shoelaces, went up the street at a gait which was more than half suspicious to the somnambulant officer on the beat. The trust company's doors had not been opened many minutes the next morning before Bruce arrived.
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