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"At your service," answered the tobacconist. "Cigarettes?" he inquired. "Strong? Light? Kir, Samson, Dubec?" "I am the new Russian Consul," said the stranger. "This gentleman is just arrived from Petersburg and has business with you." "My name is Konstantin Grabofsky, and I am a lawyer," observed the little man very sharply.
Woodstock entered, the quarrel had reached a high pitch. "Arf a quid!" the tobacconist was exclaiming contemptuously. "I'd like to know where such as you's likely to git arf a quid from." Lushy Dick, stung to recklessness by a succession of such remarks, broke out in vehement self-justification. "Would yer like to know, y' old ! Then yer shall, soon!
"Do you know Chesterton?" asked Milton. "Only by name." "It's a small hamlet about two miles from here across the downs. There's only one shop in the place, which acts as post-office and tobacconist and everything else. I thought that if I went there and asked about those letters, they might remember who it was that sent them, if I showed them a photograph." "By Jove," said Trevor, "of course!
Whenever their eyes met, they both smiled, while their fingers did the accustomed mechanical work. When Schmidt entered the outer shop for the second time, he found the tobacconist and his wife conversing in low tones together, in evident fear of being overheard. He came and stood before them, lowering his voice to the pitch of theirs, as he spoke.
The organ is much shrunken and presents rough, uneven edges, with carbuncular non-suppurative sores. Cigarettes have been analyzed, and the most physicians and chemists were surprised to find how much opium is put into them. A tobacconist himself says that "the extent to which drugs are used in cigarettes is appalling."
"I can't get on without a pocket. You must have something that you can't leave behind. I left four little bags and two dozen handkerchiefs in five weeks before I came back to pockets. It's rather a horrid house, I'm afraid!" "I shall be all right," said Thyme shortly. In the shop doorway the young tobacconist was taking the evening air.
"Thank you, sir," said the tobacconist, putting down three-halfpence change out of sixpence as Priam thanked him for the packet. Nothing whatever in such a dialogue! Yet Priam left the shop with a distinct feeling that life was good. And he plunged into High Street, lost himself in crowds of perambulators and nice womanly women who were bustling honestly about in search of food or raiment.
Should she go out and get change from the obliging tobacconist at the corner or should she take a chance? "If I don't go out you will," she said addressing the light, and it winked ominously. She opened the door and stepped into the passage, and as she did so the lights behind her went out. There was one small lamp on the landing, a plutocratic affair independent of shilling meters.
Bertram had been her protectress, although from selfish motives, and her capricious tyranny was forgotten at the moment while the tears followed each other fast down the cheeks of her frightened and friendless dependant. "There's ower muckle saut water there, Drumquag," said the tobacconist to the ex-proprietor, "to bode ither folk muckle gude.
Once a servant girl, a loaf of bread in her red arms, stopped to glance at the window, but in an instant she was gone, running. Priam's first instinctive movement had been to plunge into the shop, and demand from his tobacconist an explanation of the phenomenon. But of course he checked himself.
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