United States or Svalbard and Jan Mayen ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
His party would have been unassailable. But no; those Twinklers, in spite of his exhortation whenever he had a minute left to exhort in, couldn't, it seemed, refrain from twinkling, the word in Mr. Twist's mind covered the whole of their easy friendliness, their flow of language, their affable desire to explain.
Some wonderful chance ... Mr. Twist's spectacles suddenly went dim, and he gulped down more water. Yes. That was the line to take: the austere line of self-mortification for the Twinkler good. One Twinkler would be his wife again at the dear word he had to gulp down water and one his sister-in-law. They would just have to agree to this plan. The position was too serious for shilly-shallying. Yes.
Twist's birthday next Sunday and they had decided to give it back to him to buy tools. Louis remembered it; fighting every inch of the way across the floor with the strength that the last few months had put into him, he took it out of the box. Then, a thousand devils at his heels, he dashed off into the Bush on his thirty-mile mad tramp.
Twist's patch of vegetables, so they were all making a gigantic effort to uproot the whole thing and get rid of it. Across the clearing the fire crackled and blazed and died down to a ruddy glow; in the storeroom Jerry's gramophone led off with "Oh Dry those Tears," and the youngsters started to dance.
For a long while they stood waiting. Their luggage was examined, and Mr. Twist's luggage only his was baggage was examined, and the kissing and exclaiming crowd swayed hither and thither, and broke up into groups, and was shot through by interviewers, and got packed off into taxis, and grew thinner and thinner, and at last was so thin that the concealment of the Sacks in it was no longer possible.
"One certainly never is where you are concerned, but will always echo Oliver Twist's plaintive appeal for 'more." "O constant moon! register that vow," said Miss Burton, laughing. "Mr. Van Berg, one of the first rules that I teach my young ladies is to say good-evening to a gentleman when he grows sentimental," and she smiling vanished through a window that opened on the piazza.
Her eyes were fixed on the door. Between it and her was the table, covered with admirable things to eat, it being supper and therefore, according to a Twist tradition surviving from penurious days, all the food, hot and cold, sweet and salt, being brought in together, and Amanda only attending when rung for. Half-eaten oyster patties lay on Mrs. Twist's plate.
What were they thinking of? He wouldn't mind betting it was their mother. Mr. Twist's heart gave a kind of tug at him. His sentimental, maternal side heaved to the top. A great impulse to hurry out and put his arms round them seized him, but he frowned and overcame it. He didn't want to go soft now.
Clouston Sack;" and when Anna-Rose, her forehead as much puckered as Mr. Twist's in her desire to get exactly at what tactful was in order to be able diligently to be it, asked for definitions, Aunt Alice only said it was what gentlewomen were instinctively.
With these he had wandered off on the home road, to sink to sleep when he could go no further and waken to another solitary orgy. She had been working till after dark, in spite of Mrs. Twist's remonstrances, to which she answered rudely and impatiently.
Word Of The Day