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"Gone back to the box-room," said Wilfred with superiority. "No, it wasn't I went up and looked. And her other trunk's not there, either." "Oh, you're dreaming! I bet she'd just pushed it under her bed." "Pooh!" said Avice. "That great big trunk wouldn't go under her bed you know she's only got a little stretcher-bed. And I tell you they'd both gone. I bet you anything she's going to run away."
And the way he's been putting flesh on is wonderful. I won't say he weighs a ton more than when you saw him last, but he's a heap heavier than he was." "But," cried Glyn mischievously, "his trunk's fine enough, only he's got such a miserable little tail." "You leave his tail alone," said Ramball, wagging his head. "What he's got is his nature to."
When he went three blocks on an errand he would be gone two hours, and then forget what it was he went for. When he packed a trunk it took him forever, and the trunk's contents were an unimaginable chaos when he got done. He couldn't wait satisfactorily at table a prime defect, for if you haven't your own servant in an Indian hotel you are likely to have a slow time of it and go away hungry.
King had a trunk check in his hand, but returned it to pocket, not proposing just yet to let this Rangar over hear instructions regarding the trunk's destination; he was too good-looking and too overbrimming with personal charm to be trusted thus early in the game. Besides, there was that captured knife, that hinted at lies and treachery. Secret signs as well as loot have been stolen before now.
Trunk's mortification, completely outshone him in the grandeur of his entertainments. All the fashionable and mercantile world flocked to the mansion of Prince Ippo, and considered it a great condescension if His Highness would but favour them with a sight of his eyes and ears. The great Mr.
But I'll find it, and we'll have it now. I'm horribly hungry." She went inside her cabin and drew out her trunk, which she had not yet unlocked. She heard him clearing up the broken cup, and then he tapped on her door. "I can't open it mine opens inwards, you see," she called. "And my trunk's in the way. What is it?" "I I c-called you an idiot," came his voice, rather low and hesitating.
Come up," cried Leila from the stair. "Your trunk's there now. There's a fine fire." Forgetful of the cold ride and of the snow down his back, he was standing before the feathered head-dress of a Sioux Chief and touching the tomahawk below it. He turned as she spoke. "Those must be scalp-locks three." He saw the prairie, the wild pursuit saw them as she could not.
"Girl and woman," she said, "I've been with you twenty-five years, Miss Rachel, through good temper and bad " the idea! and what I have taken from her in the way of sulks! "but I guess I can't stand it any longer. My trunk's packed." "Who packed it?" I asked, expecting from her tone to be told she had wakened to find it done by some ghostly hand.
He could not deny the Grand Trunk's ambitions, but he obliged it to submit to modifications demanded by political pressure which turned its project, perhaps practicable in its original form, into a huge, ill-thought-out transcontinental enterprise. Equally he could not hold the ambitions of Mann and McKenzie in check.
But I've my father here." Brede makes himself pleasant, and goes on gossiping: "There's a fellow coming in day after tomorrow that's on his way to America." "Been home, d'you mean?" "Ay. He's from up in the village a bit. Been away for ever so many years, and home for the winter. His trunk's come down already by cart and a mighty fine trunk."
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