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She sat, with sweet, calm brow, and lustrous, smiling eyes, a picture such as it does any man good to gaze at from his table's foot, and know that it is his own wife, the mistress of his household, the directress of his family, in whom her husband's heart may safely trust forever. Dr. Grey seemed to feel it, though he said no more than that "it was good to have her back again."
But the one on the table knocks it. That'll be hung on the line year after year." "What line?" "At the Academy of Hearts. I beg your pardon, my dear. It slipped out." Silvia threw back her dainty head and laughed merrily. Presently: "But the one on the table's damaged," she said. "Didn't you see the scratch?" "And the one on the chair wants cleaning badly.
I had for some time been noting a slight theatrical tinge to the periodical literature supported by the big table in the Arrowhead living room. Chiefly the table's burden is composed of trade journals of the sober quality of the Stockbreeder's Gazette or Mine, Quarry & Derrick or the "Farmer's Almanac."
"I thought," was Rotherby's greeting, a note almost of irritation in his voice, "that the woman said you were from France." It was an odd welcome, but its oddness at the moment went unheeded. His swift scrutiny of his brother over, Mr. Caryll's glance passed on to become riveted upon the face of the lady at the table's head.
"The table's clear, if you want to start," said Eliza. "Very well," I replied, and fetched my black bag from the passage to get the accounts on which I was working. I always hang the bag on the peg in the passage, just under my hat. Then it is there in the morning when and where it is wanted. Method in little things has always been rather a motto of mine.
The table's so long, and so covered with uneatables, that my wife is hardly within hail and, by jingo, with her the servants are masters. Not with me, at all events; for if they spoke to me as they do to Mrs Turnbull, I would kick them out of the house. However, Jacob, there's no help for it.
Eight men, five of them miners from the Brewster copper mine, and three of them discharged employees of the Red Butte Western, were the bettors; Red-Light himself, in sombrero and shirt-sleeves, was dealing, and Rufford, sitting on a stool at the table's end, was the "lookout." When Judson reeled in there was a pause, and a movement to put him out.
Every point in the surface of the table has its own light value, perhaps different in its quality and intensity and saturation, in its hue and tint and shade from the next one, and at whatever point of the table's edge our attention is directed, each one involves numberless shades in the vividness of all the other points and numberless mental relations of space perception among the various parts of the table.
You too, Phin Striker. I'll call ye when the table's set. Now, you go an' set over there in the corner, away from the window, deary, where the lightnin' can't git at you, an' You'll find a comb on the mantel-piece, Mr. Gwynne, an' Phineas will git you a boot-jack out o' the bedroom if that darkey is too weak to pull your boots off for you.
Him and me seen the elephant and the owl, and we had specimens of this seidlitz powder wine ; and Cherokee he audits all the bills, C.O.D. His pockets looked like a pool table's after a fifteen-ball run. "Cherokee must have struck pay ore," remarked California Ed. "Well, he's white. I'm much obliged to him for his success."
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