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She was remarkably handsome, even at seventy-five; with a crown of puffed white hair, gold-rimmed eyeglasses, and an erect and finely preserved figure. Her silk gown flowed over her knees, and formed a rich fold about her shining slippers; a wide lace scarf was about her shoulders, and she wore an old-fashioned watchchain of heavy braided gold, and a great many handsome pins and rings.
Harcourt was standing on a chair with oratorical possibilities in his face and attitude. There was another forward movement in the crowd and silence. In that solid, black-broadclothed, respectable figure, that massive watchchain, that white waistcoat, that diamond pin glistening in the satin cravat, Euphemia might have seen the realization of her prophetic vision at Sidon five years before.
What took him out to the fort, do you suppose?" "I don't know," she answered gravely. "He had Captain Newhall with him, in quest of somebody who wasn't there." "Ah, yes, Griggs, the sutler. I heard of it," interposed Folsom, fingering his watchchain. "Very possibly. The captain was ugly and rude in manner and Major Burleigh very much embarrassed.
Why don't you play them as I do? To hell with them all. Let us get out of the kip. He stood up, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown, saying resignedly: Mulligan is stripped of his garments. He emptied his pockets on to the table. There's your snotrag, he said. And putting on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to them, chiding them, and to his dangling watchchain.
He was such a red-faced man, and he was so stout and rough looking, that Agnes scarcely knew how to speak to him. She noted, too, that he had a big seal ring on one finger and that a heavy gold watchchain showed against his waistcoat where the short jacket was cut away. "Who who are you?" Agnes managed to stammer at last. "And what do you want?" "Why, I'm Sorber, I am," said the man.
Juliette, Feuillet's heroine, thus expresses herself: "What name can I give to this moral discomfort, this distaste for my former habits, this aimless restlessness and discontent with myself and others, of which I have been conscious during the last few months?... I have taken it into my head to hate the trinkets on my husband's watchchain.
His dress was correct enough, though he wore a somewhat ample ring with a diamond in it, and his watchchain was too heavy and prominent, but there was a suggestion of coarseness about him.
This person was tall and slender, and wore a blue shirt, a plaid vest hanging open but kept together with a leather watchchain, a wide, high, gray hat, and most wonderful of all a pair of breeches which, all down the front, were as hairy as any dog! It was the breeches that gave the stranger his startling and admirable appearance the breeches and his face.
"More o' my goods," cried Aaron Fairchild, triumphantly. "I can prove I had 'em on sale not four days ago." Sam's coat was then examined, and from one of the sleeves came half a dozen cheap rings and an equally cheap watchchain. "All mine. The case is as clear as day," said the jeweler. "Josiah, you must lock 'em up." "0' course I'll lock 'em up," answered the constable.
He stood playing with his watchchain in an easy, careless way, as he replied: "It is cruel to banish me very cruel!" "Listen!" she exclaimed passionately; "I know more than you think your residence here is not safe!" He only bowed again. "It may be so, but I leave few traces in my path.
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