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I require you to produce it, and let the matter be decided." The clerk fumbled in his vest-pocket, and drew out a bad-looking bill. "This is a bad bill, but it is not the one I gave the boy." "It is the one he gave me." The young man looked doubtful. "Boy," he said to Dick, "is this the bill you gave to be changed?" "No, it isn't."
At this moment the groom appeared, and the blushing Tom turned the horse over to him, and, pretending he had not heard the words of Jennie, lifted his hat. "It has come out all right; I bid you good-evening." Catherwood quickly rallied from the snub of the lady. He slipped his fingers in his vest-pocket and drew out a bill, which he handed to Tom.
Baffled, exasperated, he approached the table and took something from his vest-pocket. "I hold my honor flawless, and with the sanction of my conscience I prefer to answer to you you alone because he is your lover, I will have his life." She smiled, and her eyes drooped; but there was strange emphasis in her words as she clasped her hands: "God keep my lover now and forever. Mr.
"I am." "Maggie," said Mr. Chaffery to Mrs. Chaffery, "there is a class of being upon whom delicacy is lost to whom delicacy is practically unknown. Has your daughter got her marriage lines?" "Mr. Chaffery!" said Lewisham, and Mrs. Chaffery exclaimed, "James! How can you?" Chaffery shut his penknife with a click and slipped it into his vest-pocket.
"`In that case you are at liberty to go to the Bagnio and take him out. Here is my ring. "Now, Foster," continued the Moor, drawing the ring in question from his vest-pocket, "take this. Show it to the captain of the guard at the Bagnio, who will admit you. Tell him that I sent you for one of the slaves. After that your own intelligence must guide you. Go, and God go with you."
Lend it to me and I will give you this ring as security. It is worth twenty-five dollars easily." He drew from his vest-pocket a neat gold ring, with some sort of a stone in the setting. "There!" said Mr. Lake, "I'll give you this ring and my address, and you can bring it to my office to-morrow morning. I'll give you back the five dollars and one dollar for the accommodation.
He looked for the flowery face and golden hair as he came towards the door, and put his hand in his vest-pocket, where he had deposited a small store of very choice shells and sea curiosities, thinking of the widening of those dark, soft eyes when he should present them. "Where's Mara?" was the first inquiry after he had crossed the threshold.
There were no dishes on the long table; but at the head of it two chairs; and at the foot, one; and in front of that, lying on the table, a folded bit of paper. Carmichael picked it up and opened it. It was his prescription for the nitrite of amyl. He hesitated a moment; then refolded the paper and put it in his vest-pocket.
He pulled a note-book and a pencil from his vest-pocket and gave them to Hen, who looked at him dumbly, worked his Adam's apple violently and retreated to his horse, fumbled the mail which was tied in the bottom of a flour sack for safe keeping, sought a sheltered place where he could sit down, remained there a few minutes, and then returned to his horse He beckoned to Bud, who was watching him curiously; and when Bud went over to him said something unintelligible and handed back the note-book, motioning for caution when Bud would have opened the book at once.
She smiled. How a woman loves this simple kind of flattery! It tells her better what she may wish to know than a thousand hymns sung in praise of her beauty. But even as he spoke a chill of horror went over Max. He put his hand hurriedly into his vest-pocket. Fool! Ass! How like a man! In changing his clothes at the consulate he had left his money, and all he had with him was some pocket change.
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