United States or Australia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
There are so many men get rubbed out one way or the other that such things are pretty often for sale." The other two miners, who during Dick's illness had nothing to do but to stroll about the town, both knew of men who had rifles or revolvers to dispose of, and in a couple of hours the purchases were completed and a considerable stock of ammunition was also bought.
"He doesn't like the hat you're wearing. Nor the shirt. Nor the boots." "Thank you, sir." "And, by the way, Percival, as soon as you are slightly refurbished I want you to stroll through the second cabin and if possible identify the two stewards who came to No. 22. Let me see, was it during the day or at night?" "Some time during the night, sir. Eleven or half-past, I should say." "Very well."
"No," said Yerba, to Milly's great surprise. "That would look as if we cared. Besides, I don't know that Mr. Hathaway has come to see ME. We'll stroll out and meet them accidentally." Milly was still more astonished.
"No, thank you, Captain Clephane. That old-fashioned feeling is infectious." "Then I will," cried Bob, "to show there's no ill-feeling. You old fire-eater, I believe you just put up the argument to change the conversation. Wouldn't you like a chair for those game legs?" "No, I've got to use them in moderation. I was going to have a stroll when I spotted you at last."
He remembered how often he had got cheered there for his feats at cricket and football, and how often he and Upton in old days, and he and Wildney afterwards, had walked there on Sundays, arm in arm. Then the stroll to Port Island, and Barker's plot against him, and the evening at the Stack passed through his mind; and the dinner at the Jolly Herring, and, above all, Vernon's death.
For fear of seeming ridiculous, Emma before going in wished to have a little stroll in the harbour, and Bovary prudently kept his tickets in his hand, in the pocket of his trousers, which he pressed against his stomach. Her heart began to beat as soon as she reached the vestibule.
So she finally said to herself "I'll tak' my ain road, and I'll ne'er look his road, and when it will be the right time, the twa roads will meet again." As the summer advanced there was less work to do, and she frequently was at home in sufficient time to stroll along Kelvin side, or visit the Botanic Gardens. Inland scenery, trees, and, above all things, flowers, greatly delighted her.
"What's the time?" asked Mike. Adair produced his watch once more. "Five to." "We've heaps of time." "Yes, heaps." "Let's stroll on a bit down the road, shall we?" "Right ho!" Mike cleared his throat. "I say." "Hello?" "I've been talking to Smith. He was telling me that you thought I'd promised to give Stone and Robinson places in the " "Oh, no, that's all right. It was only for a bit.
Towards noon the storm began to moderate, and in a short stroll about the island we found some blueberries and currants, which we fell upon and devoured. At one o'clock the wind abated to such an extent that we succeeded in leaving the island and reaching the mainland to the northeast. The wind continuing to abate, we paddled several miles in the afternoon looking in vain for the outlet.
Raleigh tossed the gondel-lied aside, and rising, they continued their stroll. "You have more than your share of the good things of life, Raleigh," said Mr. McLean, as the person addressed poured out wine for Mrs. Purcell. "Two affairs on hand at once? You drink deep. Light and sparkling, thin and tart, isn't it Solomon who forbids mixed drink?" "I was never the worse for claret," replied Mr.
Word Of The Day