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Misther Daniel O'Shea, of County Kerry, stated that the great hippotamus had actually been named Miss Murphy! A hijeous baste from a dissolute counthry inhabited wid black nagurs, to be named after an Oirish gyurl! Mr. O'Shea uncorked the vials of his wrath, and poured out his anger with a bubble, the meeting palpitating with hair-raising horror. Some other animal was called Miss Bridget.
Poor chap! well, I'm glad he didn't see me dancing. "We broke up about eleven, and Mr. Randolph suggested that, as we lived in the same general direction, we might walk homeward together. Great heaven! it's eleven and five after now! Enough, in all conscience, for to-night. You shall have the rest to-morrow." An evening or two later Cope again corked his red ink and uncorked his black.
It's clear we must be going home; that will be best. He cautiously drew out of his pocket a tin bottle with a wooden stopper, uncorked it, scattered snuff on his wrist, and sniffed it up in both nostrils at once.... 'Ah, what good snuff! he moaned, as he recovered himself. 'It almost made my tooth ache! Now, my dear Vassily Fomitch, get up it's time to be off!
Father Goulden dipped the great silver ladle into the soup as we all looked on, and served first the old grave-digger, who said nothing and seemed touched by this honor, then his son, and then Catherine, Aunt Grédel, himself, and me. And the dinner was begun quietly. Zébédé winked and looked at me from time to time with great satisfaction. We uncorked the first bottle and filled the glasses.
Wood carved the ducks; Mr. Kneebone helped to the pigeon-pie; while Thames unwired and uncorked a bottle of stout Carnarvonshire ale. The woollen-draper was no despicable trencherman in a general way; but his feats with the knife and fork were child's sport compared with those of Mr. Smith.
I am so happy to have it in my power to restore you your beauty. And now I will pour some of this perfumed oil upon my hands; since I cannot please your eye, I will at least embalm you," said she, laughing. She uncorked the vial, and entreated Marvellous to sprinkle some drops on her forehead and cheeks. The heart of the prince was too full for words.
Peke uncorked the precious fluid with care, smelt it, and nodded appreciatively. "Swill it all if ye like," he remarked graciously. "'Twont hurt ye, an' there's more where that came from. It's cheap enuff, too nature don't keep it back from no man. On'y there aint a many got sense enuff to thank the Lord when it's offered."
"Thomas!" interrupted his father, sternly. "Please don't start to joke so early. To-morrow will do." "All right, I'll subside," answered Tom. "But really, do you know, I'm bubbling all over, like an uncorked soda-water bottle." "Don't you feel hungry?" "Hungry! Just you try me and see." "I made a big cherry pie for you, Tom," said his aunt. "I know you like it."
But observation warns the spectator of the delusive character of all that splendor of color. He lifts a box from the ooze: he appears to have uncorked the world. The hold is a bottomless chasm. Every indentation, every acclivity that casts a shadow, gives the impression of that soundless depth.
Water! water! one drop of water! Save me from a frightful death!" Moved by pity and forgetting, as it were, his own situation, Julio thrust his hand under his doublet, drew out the bottle, uncorked it, and without speaking gave it to the wounded gentleman. He uttered a cry of joy, seized the bottle with feverish energy, and kissed with transport the hand which presented him the saving beverage.
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