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"Of course not," said Nancy. "And you didn't owe that money?" "Nobody owed it," said Nancy. "It was done just to punish him." Mr. Evans, with a strange cry, blundered towards the door. "I'll have that money out of 'em," he roared, "if I have to hold 'em up and shake it out of their trouser-pockets. You stay here."
"Yes, I know that well enough, but that's no reason for your putting your hands in your trouser-pockets; while you're taking breath, the others eat the porridge. I hope you've not forgotten anything in the long Christmas holidays?" "Oh, no, I'm sure I haven't!" said Pelle, with assurance. Lasse did not doubt it either, but only made believe he did to take the boy in.
But Uncle Arthur merely stared at her with a lacklustre eye when she proposed it, from his wide-legged position on the hearthrug, where he was moving money about in trouser-pockets of the best material.
And at this he brought up a fistful of loose silver and gold from one of his trouser-pockets, and spread it deliberately out on the table in front of him in shining rows.
"Yes, I know that well enough, but that's no reason for your putting your hands in your trouser-pockets; while you're taking breath, the others eat the porridge. I hope you've not forgotten anything in the long Christmas holidays?" "Oh, no, I'm sure I haven't!" said Pelle, with assurance. Lasse did not doubt it either, but only made believe he did to take the boy in.
'That War, my friends, he said, 'has cost us, first an' last, two hundred an' fifty millions of money and 'oo paid for it? You an' me. Boo-oom! once more! That's the way the money goes, an', more by token, here comes Pamphlett to know what the row's about, an' with the loose cash, I'se wage, fairly skipping in his trouser-pockets."
His indifference to all is only a clever pretence." "What!" she gasped quickly; "do you think he suspects?" "Pray, what can he suspect?" asked the man very calmly, both hands in his trouser-pockets, as he leaned back against the table in front of her. "He can only suspect things which his daughter knows," she said. "But what does she know? What can she know?" he asked. "How can we tell?
He stood before Ralph, absently shaking the loose change in his trouser-pockets. Ralph felt the same hardness and lucidity that had come to him when he had heard his sister's answer. "She's gone, you mean? Left me? With another man?" Mr. Spragg drew himself up with a kind of slouching majesty. "My daughter is not that style. I understand Undine thinks there have been mistakes on both sides.
I saw them as plain as I see you. They were Colonel Boyce, V.C., Major then and your daughter, Mr. Mayor, Miss Althea Fenimore." He paused as though to point the dramatic effect, and twisted round, sticking out his horrible beard at Sir Anthony. Sir Anthony, his hands thrust deep in his trouser-pockets and his bullet head bent forward, glared at him balefully out of his old blue eyes.
Matt Peke chuckled. The Reverend Mr. Arbroath started indignantly, and stared so hard that his rat-brown eyes visibly projected from his head. "Not very good Christianity!" he echoed. "What what do you mean? How dare you speak to me about Christianity!" "Ay, 'tis a bit aff!" drawled "Feathery" Joltram, thrusting his great hands deep into his capacious trouser-pockets.
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