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Updated: May 25, 2025


So I leave it atween 'ee, to see fair play for me if ever I come back. If I don't, I've left it to the Penhaligon children; an' Mr Hambly an' Dr Mant'll see fair play for them. . . . But you understand, sir" Nicky-Nan dived into his left trouser-pocket and showed a palmful of coins "I've taken ten pound, for the operation an' sundries." Mr Pamphlett studied the paper for a moment.

"I gave one gentleman twen-ty pounds!" said the visitor, jingling some coins in his trouser-pocket. "I never saw a man so pleased and grateful in my life. When he signed the receipt for it I always get them to sign a receipt, so that the company can see that I haven't kept the money for myself he nearly wept with joy." "I should think he would," said Mr. Scutts, slowly "if he wasn't hurt."

Sam considered this for a while, and ended by drawing a folded scrap of paper from his trouser-pocket. "I don't tell no more than can't be 'elped, missie. You just list'n to this." He read: Dear Brother 'Enery, This comes opin' to find you well as it leaves me at Stratford. M. sends her love, an' you will be pleased to 'ear she grows beautifuller every day an' in character likewise.

I gave way at last, and he put his 'and in 'is trouser-pocket for the key, and then found it wasn't there. "I must ha' left it in my chest," he ses. "I'll 'op back and get it." And afore I could prevent 'im he 'ad waved his 'and at me and gorn.

While they were singing he stood loosely, with one hand in his trouser-pocket, scratching his beard with his hymn-book, and looking as if he were thinking things over, and only rousing himself to give another verse. He forgot to give it once or twice, but we got through all right.

After that phase had passed he sat for some time with his hand placed protectingly in his trouser-pocket. Finally, in a fierce voice, he inquired the cost. Ten minutes later, in a state fairly evenly divided between pleasure and fury, Mrs. Jobling departed with the money. Wild yearnings for courage that would enable her to spend the money differently, and confront the dismayed Mr.

Rose, thrusting one hand into his trouser-pocket and groping. "It can't be far." Mr. Quince attempted to speak, and, failing, blew his nose violently. "My memory ain't what it used to be," said the farmer. "Howsomever, I dare say it'll turn up in a day or two." "You you'd better force the door," suggested Mr. Quince, struggling to preserve an air of judicial calm. "No, no," said Mr.

What happened?" "Why, they looked in at the bar to have a refresher before starting for the tenth," said the young man, his voice quivering, "and McTavish suddenly discovered that there was a hole in his trouser-pocket and sixpence had dropped out. He worried so frightfully about it that on the second nine he couldn't do a thing right. Went completely off his game and didn't win a hole."

He is a pleasant-faced man, as I see him, neatly dressed, brushed, anointed, polished at the extremities for his boots vie with his hair in this particular. If he has a fault it is that of jingling half-crowns in his trouser-pocket; but he works hard for them, pays his rent with them, and gives one occasionally to a nephew. That youth, at any rate, likes the cheerful sound.

Wouldn't you like to know, eh? Viktor drew us a little aside, and pulling out of his trouser-pocket a whole bundle of the red and blue notes then in use waved them in the air. Fustov was surprised. 'Has your governor been so liberal? Viktor chuckled. 'He liberal! You just try it on!... This morning, relying on your intercession, I asked him for cash.

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