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Kate gave him the soothing hand-stroke that nurses keep for feverish patients. "Of course," she said, "certainly, straight away, old boy." She groped about beneath his knees for the wastepaper basket that would be needed as vehicle. Then he heard her breathing a little hard as she stooped here, there and everywhere for the snowballs. He did not turn round, but talked during her labours.
"Blessed be Heaven that the rout came before the old fool completed the New Zealand business!" "'As heir-at-law, you are in direct remainder, and the will, not being executed, is merely wastepaper: but, from the draft, the intentions of your inestimable aunt can clearly be discovered. Although not binding in law, let me say there is such a thing as Christian equity that should guide you.
Just go and get the wastepaper basket in the library, Judy. We'll carry it around to drop things into. Take that with you." Judith carried the flowers into the library and bent to pick up the basket as she dropped them into it. As she raised her head she found her eyes looking directly into other eyes which gazed at her from the wall. They were smiling from the face of a child in a picture.
Many of the greatest English things have had this lighter and looser character of a hobby or a holiday experiment. Even a masterpiece has often been a by-product. The works of Shakespeare come out so casually that they can be attributed to the most improbable people; even to Bacon. The sonnets of Shakespeare are picked up afterwards as if out of a wastepaper basket. The immortality of Dr.
It was that gasp that called him to a realisation of the fact that he was wearing a wastepaper basket over his head and shoulders, and that a mangy fur rug was tied round his arms. "Mr. Jones!" they gasped. He gave a wrench to his shoulders and the rug fell to the floor, revealing a bottle of brandy clasped in either arm. "Mr. Jones!" they repeated. "I caught him smugglin'" said William proudly.
Discovering a wastepaper basket full of envelopes with brightly coloured marks on them, he regained his interest a little. He knew those marks for stamps and they had pictures on them which attracted him very much. So he made a bee-line for the basket and proceeded to pick out what he liked best. "Have you forgotten what I told you," he heard his father shout to him.
"But neither have you," Marian hurried on. "You might have picked that envelope up in the street, or taken it from a wastepaper basket. How do I know?" "What what sort of a boy was it?" the man asked more steadily. "A good-looking, strapping young fellow, with blue eyes and an honest face." "That's him! That's him!" the man almost raved.
He was conveying the sheet to the wastepaper basket as one who piously removes some unsavoury litter out of the way of those who walk delicately. Miss Levering arrested him with outstretched hand. 'Do you want it? His look adjured her to say, 'No. 'Yes, I want it. 'What for? he persisted. 'I want it for an address there is on it. It was Friday, and Mrs.
"No foreseeing little accidentulous misadventures," he said, "none whatever." "Stout elderly gentleman shirt sleeves large straw wastepaper basket sort of hat starts to cross the road going to the oil shop prodic refreshment of oil can " "Don't say you run 'im down," said Mrs. Larkins, gasping. "Don't say you run 'im down, Elfrid!" "Run 'im down! Not me, Madam. I never run anything down. Wabble.
He looked idly round the shelves, taking down one volume after another, and at last he said, 'I suppose nobody but myself has ever asked for a copy of Robinson? 'Not since I have been here. 'I do not wonder at it; he printed only two hundred and fifty; he gave away five-and-twenty, and I am sure nearly two hundred were sold as wastepaper. 'He is a friend of yours?
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