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Updated: July 2, 2025
"Let's look alive! We haven't any time to waste. We'll have to change to dungarees engineer togs. There'll be some tools to carry. We go straight down to the boiler room. We come up the ash exit on the street side. Remember, no suspicious haste. Two engineers off for their evening swig of beer at the corner groggery. Through the side door there, and into my taxi. Obey every order I give.
My adventure had done nothing to relieve the feeling of unreality which held me enthralled. Grasping the struggling bird firmly by the body, and having the long white tail fluttering a yard or so behind me, I returned to where the taxi waited. "Open the door!" I said to the man who greeted me with such a stare of amazement that I laughed outright, though my mirth was but hollow.
Horton, "and Grandpa will meet us with a horse and surrey most likely. We will have to leave the trunk at the station till some one can go and get it for us in the morning. I have a play suit in the bag for you, though, so trunk or no trunk, you can be real country boy." Presently the taxi rolled up under a stone arch, and Mr. Horton said they were at the station.
"I don't care a damn where you're going," growled Tommy. As the door closed behind Julius, he returned to his suit-case. "That's the lot," he murmured, and rang the bell. "Take my luggage down." "Yes, sir. Going away, sir?" "I'm going to the devil," said Tommy, regardless of the menial's feelings. That functionary, however, merely replied respectfully: "Yes, sir. Shall I call a taxi?"
Clayhanger exhaled impatient scorn and went upstairs. "This your stuff?" the Alderman questioned, pointing with his stick to the kit-bag and strange packages on the hall floor. "Yes," said George, and to the parlourmaid: "You can put it all in the taxi, May. Come along in, uncle." "Don't hurry me, boy. Don't hurry me." "Where are you staying?" "Russell ... Bit awkward, this about Lois!"
I was taking it up from the station in a military car, and a drunken taxi driver ran into us. I wasn't hurt, but the violin, lying across my knees, was smashed into a thousand pieces. I didn't know what it meant then; but since, I've seen so many beautiful old things smashed... I've become a fatalist." Claude watched his brooding head against the grey flint rock.
"I used to be able to pay twenty-five or thirty dollars for a hat, now when I want one I'll have to trim it myself; I could have a taxi once in a while, now I'm lucky if I can take a car; a seat in the orchestra at the matinées was none too good for me, now I think it is great to go to the moving pictures; I used to have a nine-room apartment at a Hundred and Fortieth street, now I've got a five-room flat at a Hundred and Seventy-sixth!
There seemed to be no solution except to turn the cat over. Bartouki had approved, and the cat was his. Much as the boys hated to let go of an unsolved mystery, there wasn't any other way. Hassan drove Rick back into town, with the boy sitting in back. He would have preferred to be in the front seat with the dragoman, but the taxi meter took up too much room.
A taxi' stand was two blocks away on the Avenue, and as Willa stepped into the first cab, a taller, portlier figure entered the second, and followed slowly but persistently through the maze of traffic. The girl glanced from the window at the back to make sure of her espionage, then took up the speaking-tube. "Never mind that address I gave you.
He then walked round the outside of the grotto, making a careful inspection, the meaning of which escaped Don Luis for the time. He was of a good height in this position; and Don Luis easily understood why the driver of the yellow taxi, who had seen him under two such different aspects, was unable to say whether he was very tall or very short.
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