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"Then I'd be careful of it if I were you," Mr. Frog told him. "And please get a stiff white collar to wear." "Won't it get limp in the water?" Brownie asked, doubtfully. "Get a celluloid one, of course," Mr. Frog replied. "That's the only kind of collar you ought to wear." So Brownie Beaver left the tailor-shop. And he was feeling quite unhappy. He had always been satisfied with his clothes.
"I consider that the situation will be very much preferable to this," observes Gentleman Bill, polishing his hat with his coat-sleeve. "Better quarter of the town; more central; eligible locality for establishing a tailor-shop." "Legible comicality for stablin' a shailor-top!" stammers Joe, mimicking his brother.
But how he shlipped in here, an' when he shlipped in here, an' what's he come for, an' how long he's stayin', an' meanin' well, or doin' ill, I dun'no', darlin', I dun' no'." "I don't think he'll do ill, Mrs. Flynn," said Rosalie, in English. "An' if ye haven't seen him, how d'ye know?" asked Mrs. Flynn, taking a pinch of snuff. "I have seen him but not in the tailor-shop.
This night Jo Portugais was sleeping up-stairs, while Charley lay upon the bench in the tailor-shop. Charley heard the door open, heard unfamiliar steps, seized his pistol, and, springing up, with his back to the safe, called out loudly to Jo. As he dimly saw men rush at him, he fired. The bullet reached its mark, and one man fell dead.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat! the Seigneur's gold-headed cane rattled on the front door of the tailor-shop. It was plain to be seen his business was urgent. Madame Dauphin came hurrying from the postoffice, followed by Maximilian Cour and Filion Lacasse. "Ah, M'sieu', the tailor will not answer. There's no use knocking not a bit, M'sieu' Rossignol," said Madame.
I wouldn't work for Louis Trudel if he give me five dollars a day." "Tiens! the man that work for Louis Trudel work for the Church, for all old Louis makes goes to the Church in the end that is his will. The Notary knows," said Maximilian Cour. "See there, now," interposed Mrs. Flynn, pointing across the street to the tailor-shop.
This night Jo Portugais was sleeping up-stairs, while Charley lay upon the bench in the tailor-shop. Charley heard the door open, heard unfamiliar steps, seized his pistol, and, springing up, with his back to the safe, called out loudly to Jo. As he dimly saw men rush at him, he fired. The bullet reached its mark, and one man fell dead.
I got the acid. I played the same game in a tailor-shop for five cents' worth of rags. Then I went to a hardware store on the Square and got credit for about ten cents' worth of brickdust and paste. I took Tim by the arm and led him across the west side of Chatham Square.
The automatic bell clangs. There in the open door was a dark tall woman customer. Esther stood, too. She felt she was shorter and less tidy: more beautiful though. Two women across the tailor-shop, seeing each other. "I came for my husband's for Mr. Breddan's dress suit. Mr. Lanich told him it would be ready at seven?" Esther Lanich moved, Sophie Breddan stood.
He railed at Filion Lacasse; he called the suspicious habitants clodhoppers, who didn't know any better which was a tribute to his own superior birth; and at last, carried away by a feverish curiosity, he suggested that Rosalie should go and look through the cracks in the shutters of the tailor-shop and find out what was going on within.
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