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Updated: May 23, 2025
At his second stride he had his nose against it. He clutched the handle cautiously, but at that moment he received the irresistible impression of something happening behind his back. He spun round as though he had been tapped on the shoulder. He was just in time to see Wait's eyes blaze up and go out at once, like two lamps overturned together by a sweeping blow.
In the blackness of the doorway a pair of eyes glimmered white, and big, and staring. Then James Wait's head protruding, became visible, as if suspended between the two hands that grasped a doorpost on each side of the face. The tassel of his blue woollen nightcap, cocked forward, danced gaily over his left eyelid. He stepped out in a tottering stride.
Nugeon says that you've been to see her neighbor Wait's girl she that 's sick with the measles half a dozen times, and never so much as left a spoonful of medicine; and she should like to know what a doctor's good for without physic.
In Wait's "The Stories of El Dorado," the following account is given of this aboriginal myth of an expected Indian Messiah, El Hombre Dorado, the Gilded Man, as the Spaniards interpreted the native words, which played a fateful part in the history of the primitive races of Spanish America: "No words incorporated into the English language have been fraught with such stupendous consequences as El Dorado.
The wait had taken up a position just inside the front gate, and was singing a ballad. It is presumed that, when he opened his mouth for B flat, the lump of coal was thrown by the sinful man from one of the windows, and that it went down the wait's throat and choked him." "You want to be a good shot, but it is certainly worth trying," murmured Mr. Coombes thoughtfully.
Nugeon says that you've been to see her neighbor Wait's girl she that 's sick with the measles half a dozen times, and never so much as left a spoonful of medicine; and she should like to know what a doctor's good for without physic.
"Wait's what we won't do," said Stephen at the gate. "I must ask " He did wait for a minute, and sobs were heard, faint, hopeless, vindictive. Then he trudged away, and Rickie soon lost his colour and his form. But a voice persisted, saying, "Come, I do mean it. Come; I will take care of you, I can manage you."
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