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"To think that the British Government should allow us to be robbed by a snuff-coloured rascal like that. Did you ever come across him?" "Who? President Montez?" Jimmy laughed apologetically. "I'm very sorry; but I helped him with that revolution. I was pretty hard up at the time, and I knew something about field guns, so they gave me a job." Mr.
Come on! This was Midmore, buffeting into it a little lower down. 'I knew that! Connie cried over her shoulder, and she flitted across the open pasture, humming to herself. 'Oh, of course! If some people have private information, they can afford to thrust. This was a snuff-coloured habit into which Miss Sperrit had cannoned down the ride. 'What! 'Midmore got Sidney to heel?
His white bands were of fine cambric, theirs of coarser linen; his stockings were of ribbed silk, theirs of black worsted; his buckles of silver, theirs of steel; and the line of demarcation was as strongly marked as that between the neat, deferential tradesman, and the lawyer in his spruce snuff-coloured coat, or the doctor, as black in hue as the clergy, though with a secular cut, a smaller wig, and a gold-headed cane.
"But what has this to do with the main question?" said I: "I am waiting here to fight against the Pope." "Come, Hunter," said the companion of the man in the snuff-coloured coat, "get up, and fight for the Pope." "I don't care for the young fellow," said the man in the snuff-coloured coat. "I know you don't," said the other, "so get up, and serve him out."
We wore, I dare say, the most infernal costume ever devised by man a tightish snuff-coloured jacket with diminutive tails, an orange waistcoat, snuff-coloured breeches, grey-blue worsted stockings, and square-toed shoes with iron toe-plates. The dock-boys, of course, greeted us with cries of "Yellow Hammer!"
"It was not amber satin, and it was not snuff-coloured satin; it was one of the shades of brown known by the name of feuille-morte, or dead-leaf colour. It is pretty in itself, and yet I dislike it." "How funny," said Ida, wriggling in the arm-chair with satisfaction. "Do tell me about it." "But it is not funny in the least, unfortunately," said Mrs. Overtheway, laughing.
The comments of the Ring increased in point and pungency. "What did you hit him for, then?" The question was put, always the same words and with the same air of quiet triumph, at intervals of thirty seconds by a little man in a snuff-coloured suit with a purple tie.
There was no answer in words, for some one was stirring beyond Rosalie in the dark, and a great figure heaved through the kitchen doorway, but his hand crushed hers in his own; his heart said to her, "My love is an undying light; it will not change for time or tears" the words they had read together in a little snuff-coloured book on the counter in the shop one summer day a year ago.
"Never mind. Cut off. We'll tell you all about it to-morrow." Master Maloney prepared reluctantly to depart. As he did so there was a sound of a well-shod foot on the stairs, and a man in a snuff-coloured suit, wearing a brown Homburg hat and carrying a small notebook in one hand, walked briskly into the room. It was not necessary for Psmith to get his Sherlock Holmes system to work.
Pickwick's room, a little old gentleman in a suit of snuff-coloured clothes, followed by a porter carrying a small portmanteau, presented himself below; and, after securing a bed for the night, inquired of the waiter whether one Mrs. Winkle was staying there, to which question the waiter of course responded in the affirmative. 'Is she alone? inquired the old gentleman.
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