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Updated: May 10, 2025
Little Fuzzy had come out and was pulling at his trouser leg; he stooped and picked him up, setting him on his shoulder. The rest of the family, deciding that it must be safe, had come to the door and were looking out. "Hey! What the devil are those things?" Lunt asked, stopping short halfway from the car. "Fuzzies. Mean to tell me you've never seen Fuzzies before?" "No, I haven't. What are they?"
She did not hear him. She was not listening. The wished-for opportunity was come. She was trying desperately to rally a speech. "You you ain't been 'round of late," she began at last. "I hope " But she could not finish, "No," he said slowly. He rammed his hands into his trouser pockets. "I haven't been around lately. But I didn't think you'd notice it." He darted a glance at her.
For a minute there is a scene of direful confusion, an indescribable struggle in which men, dogs, and pig are mingled in a twisting, shouting, panting, wrestling heap. Another dog gets his flank slit up, a man has his legging and trouser torn off his leg, and then the giant brute is conquered.
It's a business letter of importance." "All right, auntie," he replied, arranging his trouser so that it should fall gracefully over his wooden leg. "And I do wish, Austin, that you'd behave rather more like other people when Mr Sheepshanks comes to see us. There really is no necessity for talking to him in the way you do.
Polly, slapping his trouser pocket. "Oh, carm on," said Parsons. "Always do it on tuppence for a bitter." "Lemme get my pipe on," said Platt, who had recently taken to smoking with great ferocity. "Then I'm with you." Pause and struggle. "Don't ram it down, O' Man," said Parsons, watching with knitted brows. "Don't ram it down. Give it Air. Seen my stick, O' Man? Right O."
"You are the woman I want," he said. "You make me feel quite sentimental." When they reached Mallowe, Emily had upon her finger the ruby which Lady Maria had graphically described as being "as big as a trouser button." It was, indeed, so big that she could scarcely wear her glove over it. She was still incredible, but she was blooming like a large rose.
Although he carefully tonsured the ends of his trouser legs, inked the cuffs of his coat, blackened and polished his hose and even his own, fine, fair skin where it showed through the holes of his shoes, and turned his collars and ties again and again, he was nearly always shabby.
There ain't nobody here to pay what that little hobjec's worth. Hoil it up with a drop of cold linseed and leave it all night, and then in the morning you rub it on yer trouser leg to shine it, and then rub it in the mud to dirty it, and then hoil it again and dirty it again, and you'll get 'arf a thick 'un for it as a genuwine hold antique. That's wot you do."
And, his hands in his trouser pockets he stood staring, while once again the pull of home, of England, of tenderness for all that which he was about to leave, dimmed his eyes and raised a lump in his throat. "Upon my word, you must be difficult to please if this place doesn't please you or come up to your requirements, Damaris," he said, presently sitting down beside her.
And run we did, for the umpire forgot to call "lost ball," and we should have been running still but for the ingenuity of one of our opponents; for, whilst all were busily engaged in searching among the grass, a red-faced yokel stole up unawares, with an innocent expression on his face, raced poor "Podder" down the pitch, produced the ball from his trouser pocket, and knocked off the bails in the nick of time.
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