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Being unsuccessful, he went into his bedroom, made a hasty toilet, and hurried again to the kitchen. "Where have you been, Burke?" he exclaimed as that spare-looking personage turned, spoon in hand, from the range. "Right here, General," he replied in surprise, "except when I went out." "Well; did any mail come here for me?" "One little Billy-do, General.
"That helps," he murmured. "See, our last guest arrives. Ah!" A tall, spare-looking man was just being announced. They heard his name as Andrea presented him to a companion: "Colonel Mayson!" Mademoiselle Celaire saw a gleam in her companion's eyes. "It is coming the idea?" she whispered. "Very vaguely," he admitted. "Who is this Colonel Mayson?" "Our only military aeronaut," Peter replied.
He gazed with wonder at this tall, spare-looking man, who had drunk as much and smoked as much and eaten as much as any one else, and yet appeared exactly as he had done four hours ago. Even his linen was still spotless. His eyes were bright, his manner buoyant. "Monsieur," he murmured, "you are marvelous. I have never before met a German merchant like you."
She ate and drank as much as ever he chose to give her, and seemed to enjoy her food, too, but instead of growing fatter she grew leaner and leaner, and from being a fine great beast, nearly fit for a Christmas market, she became a poor, spare-looking thing that no one would say 'thank you' for.
One tattered harridan, a century old, was sheltering three spare-looking lettuces beneath an umbrella of pink silk, shockingly split and stained. Cadine and Marjolin had struck up an acquaintance with Leon, Quenu's apprentice, one day when he was taking a pie to a house in the neighbourhood.
"That helps," he murmured. "See, our last guest arrives." A tall, spare-looking man was just being announced. They heard his name as Andrea presented him to a companion "Colonel Mayson!" Mademoiselle Celaire saw a gleam in her companion's eyes. "It is coming the idea?" she whispered. "Very vaguely," he admitted. "Who is this Colonel Mayson?" "Our only military aeronaut," Peter replied.
ON the 22d of March last, about ten o'clock in the morning, a thin, spare-looking man, dressed in a black cashmeret suit, swallow-tail coat, loose-cut pants, a straight-breasted vest, with a very extravagant shirt-collar rolling over upon his coat, with a black ribbon tied at the throat, stood at the east corner of Broad and Meeting street, holding a very excited conversation with officers Dusenberry and Dunn.
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