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Then the speaker was enabled to come at once to the topics on which he had elaborately prepared himself, and delivered a set harangue, very artfully put together, temporizing it is true, and trimming, but full of what would have been called admirable tact and discretion in an old stager who did not want to commit himself to anybody or to anything.
He was eager to let strangers know in a dismal mumble that he was 'an old stager out here. When he moved, a skeleton seemed to sway loose in his clothes; his walk was mere wandering, and he was given to wander thus around the engine-room skylight, smoking, without relish, doctored tobacco in a brass bowl at the end of a cherrywood stem four feet long, with the imbecile gravity of a thinker evolving a system of philosophy from the hazy glimpse of a truth.
Maybe it's true. One grizzled old stager of a captain sat mum, not saying a word. All at once he stands up in the middle of the' room and says aloud, as though speaking to himself: 'If there's no God, how can I be a captain then? He took up His cap and went out, flinging up his hands." "He expressed a rather sensible idea," said Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, yawning for the third time. "Yes?
Anson Stager. One of the most widely known names in connection with telegraphy in the West and not in the West alone, but probably throughout the United States is that of General Anson Stager.
But here let me, as an old stager upon the theatre of the world, suggest one consideration to you; which is, to extend your desire of praise a little beyond the strictly praiseworthy; or else you may be apt to discover too much contempt for at least three parts in five of the world, who will never forgive it you.
No sooner had Tom and I got into the street than he broke forth: "That such an old stager as Rogers should talk such nonsense, and give Allen credit for attachment to anything but his dinner! Allen was bursting with envy to see us so free, while he was conscious of his own slavery." Her Ladyship has been the better for this discipline.
"'Course that ain't a regular circus act," she added, somewhat mollified, "and so far she's had to dress with the 'freaks, but the next thing we know, he'll be ringin' her in on a regular stunt and be puttin' her in to dress with US." "No danger of that," sneered the blonde; "Barker is too old a stager to mix up his sheep and his goats." Polly had again lost the thread of the conversation.
Brock examined the white head carefully. "He's a pretty old stager," he said, "unless he's a young 'un whose hair has turned white in a night like they do in novels; or, maybe he's a General." "A General!" said Riley, and stopped abruptly. "Man, now, wait a minute. A General!" he continued musingly, and then suddenly burst into chuckles, and nudged Brock in the ribs.
My course led down the hillside, and then along the level bottom of the valley on the left-hand side of which is the Ghoda Bush. The stream was on my right, and the pathway on which I was riding ran parallel with it, distant about twenty yards. As I drew near the Ghoda I felt somewhat creepy. My horse was a steady old stager, not at all given to shying.
He drew a long breath. "Ssh! Quiet, steady. I am an old stager out here. I know them brutes. Bash in the head of the first that stirs. There's too many of them, and she won't swim more than ten minutes." He panted again. "Hurry up," he yelled suddenly, and went on in a steady scream: "They are all awake millions of them. They are trampling on me! Wait! Oh, wait!
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