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Updated: September 20, 2025
"I wonder if Warner will speak to-night," said Dandy Mick to Devilsdust. "He can't pitch it in like Gerard," replied his companion. "But he is a trump in the tender," said the Dandy. "The Handlooms looks to him as their man, and that's a powerful section." "If you come to the depth of a question, there's nothing like Stephen Morley," said Devilsdust.
Why, this gives a wide scope of possibilities. Scores of our people come out on that theatre train every night." "But not scores of people would have a motive for putting Joseph Crawford out of the way," said Mr. Goodrich, who sat perplexedly frowning. Then, by way of a trump card, I told them of the "extra" edition of the evening paper I had found in the office.
His fine instinct comes into play when the delicate points of the game are in evidence; when it is a question of who holds the seven of clubs, if he leads the six in the last hand, or of the lurking-place of the thirteenth trump. I never can remember anything below the jack, and I give up playing whist forever at least once every month.
The chair is rather far off, the cards are dirty, and sometimes Houdebine asks his silent adversary: "What's that?" Panchat takes the card and holds it out at arm's length. Houdebine laughs gaily. He plays his cards one after the other, and dummy's hand also: "Trump! Trump! Trump! And ace of hearts!" Even those who cannot see anything laugh too. Panchat is vexed, but he too laughs noiselessly.
To this remarkable state of mind had Shirley Sumner attained at the time old John Cardigan, leading his last little trump in a vain hope that it would enable him to take the odd trick in the huge game he had played for fifty years, decided to sell his Valley of the Giants.
Let me hope that the Countess de Gramont and yourself will render my happiness complete by approving of Mademoiselle Bertha's choice." "Of course, of course; there's nothing else to be done; we have lost our trump card, but there's no use of confessing it! Very glad to welcome you as a relative, sir; very happy indeed; everything shall be as Mademoiselle de Merrivale desires."
"These were living men," said I, "perhaps Jacobites, perhaps the French, perhaps pirates, perhaps adventurers come here to seek the Spanish treasure-ship; but, whatever they may be, dangerous at least to your daughter and my cousin. As for your own guilty terrors, man, the dead sleeps well where you have laid him. I stood this morning by his grave; he will not wake before the trump of doom."
"You'll get used to old Bottle Green, all right," said Griffin reassuringly. "Her bark is a whole lot worse than her bite. She's a trump at heart, though she is awful fool on the outside." Elinor was waiting for them, and Patricia could see that she was in a state of great agitation.
Julia Cloud caressed her, and folded her arms about her. "She's all of that, Cloudy! She saved my life!" It was Allison who spoke, standing tall and proud above his sister and looking down at her tenderly. "Come now, kiddie, don't give way when you've been such a trump. I knew you could shoot, but I didn't think you could keep your head like that.
Jack Dane hurled himself like a catapult from the hotel. He dashed the weedy youths out of his way like ninepins, jumped to his seat, and the car and the car's occupants were safe. "You are a trump, Miss d'Angely," said he, as we boomed away from the hotel, scattering the crowd before us as an eddy of wind scatters autumn leaves. "You did just the right thing at just the right time.
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