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Updated: September 26, 2025
And the impression her brooding made on Rowcliffe was that Mary knew something about Gwenda she did not want to tell. "I don't think," said Mary gravely, "that Gwenda ever will come back again. At least not if she can help it. I thought you knew that." "I suppose I must have known." He left it there. Mary took up her knitting. She was making a little vest for Essy's baby.
He's sure he stuck it in his vest pocket when he blew in, but it ain't there. We look for it on the floor but it's not there, either.
Now, it was his soul, his sparkling and sweet soul, which I fancied reduced to ashes together with the queen of libraries. The wind strengthened the fire and the flames roared like voracious beasts. Questioning a man of Neuilly still blacker than myself, and wearing only his vest, I asked him if M. d'Asterac and his people had been saved.
This was the costume: silk stockings embroidered in gold, with the imperial coronet on the clocks; white velvet boots laced and embroidered with gold; white velvet breeches embroidered in gold on the seams; diamond buckles and buttons on his garters; his vest, also of white velvet, embroidered in gold with diamond buttons; a crimson velvet coat, with facings of white velvet, and embroidered on all the seams, the whole sparkling with gold and gems.
It was this waistcoat, which the young man called the Blenheim vest, that had attracted the crowd, and Tom could not at first get near the door, so much chaffering and laughing and rough play was going on round it. This sign had been painted to the perruquier's own design, at a time when there threatened to be a reaction in favour of natural hair in place of the monstrous perukes so long worn.
"Jonas Damon. Here is a check on the Corndish National Bank of Illinois for two hundred and twenty-seven dollars. I have made it payable to Locke & Green." "All right," said Walter, in a businesslike tone. "If you wish to see Mr. Locke he will be in at one o'clock," he added, as he put the check in his vest pocket. "No, I am obliged to go out of town in half-an-hour. It isn't necessary to see him.
While he was paying for luncheon and chatting with the proprietor, Ditmar snatched from the change he had flung down on the counter a five dollar gold coin. "Now how in thunder did that get into my right-hand pocket? I always keep it in my vest," he exclaimed; and the matter continued to disturb him after they were in the automobile. "It's my lucky piece.
Discretion in these premises does not vest in any business concern that does not articulate with the system of "big business," or that does not dispose of resources sufficient to make it a formidable member of the system.
'He will sweat some, if he is, for Jerrie is twice as heavy as Peterkin's daughter; and at the very idea Tom laughed out loud, thinking that he should greatly prefer to have Jerrie's strength and weight in his arms to his light, slim, little girl, who neither spoke nor moved until he laughed, and then there came in smothered tones from the region of his vest: 'Oh, Tom, how can you laugh?
There was a long stripe of a deal table in the middle of the room but no tablecloth at the bottom of which sat a large, bloated, brandy, or rather whisky faced savage, dressed in a shabby greatcoat of the hodden grey worn by the Irish peasantry, dirty swandown vest, and greasy corduroy breeches, worsted stockings, and well-patched shoes; he was smoking a long pipe.
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