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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Dear me, when one comes to Paris !" Grace returned in a tone apparently implying that in so rash an adventure one must be prepared for compromises and concessions. The two ladies wandered to where they saw a large sign of "Buffet" suspended in the air, entering a precinct reserved for little white-clothed tables, straw-covered chairs and long-aproned waiters.
Mir Jan's white-clothed figure was lost in the dark background. The island was becoming vague, dream-like, a blurred memory. "Robert," said the girl devoutly, "God has been very good to us." "Yes," he replied.
The yellow-faced Dyak, gaudily attired in a crimson jacket and sky-blue pantaloons of Chinese silk a man with the beauté du diable, young, and powerfully built and the brown-skinned white-clothed Mahommedan, bony, tall, and grey with hardship, looked up at the occupants of the ledge.
More often a threatening cliff faced us, or an endless slope closed in the view, only to give way to another and yet another as we climbed their weary length. "Yet our speed was not trifling. We had passed a train of white-clothed pilgrims in the morning soon after leaving Ratnapoora.
Scared plumb to death, I'll bet, when that fire come over the hill. You needn't 'a' tramped clear down here we was coming on to the house in a minute. I got to chewin' the rag with Kent. Git in; you might as well ride back to the house, now you're here." "Manley didn't come?" Val was standing beside the rig, near Kent. Her white-clothed figure was indistinct, and her face obscured in the dark.
You find a veranda crowded with neat white-clothed tables. Before some late alterations there was a great trellis full of green sunshine and broken breezes entangled among vines of trumpet-creeper and the Scuppernong grape.
There was a needle in his arm, and he removed it! He opened his eyes slowly, to find himself the center of a group of men, while a white-clothed doctor stood staring at an empty hand that must have held a hypodermic. Ellen cried out suddenly, and ran to him, cradling his head in her hands. He found her arm with his own hand, and stroked it slowly. "You've found the answer?" he asked.
How much longer are we to be waiters? We shall die of old age before we get our victuals!" The waiter smiled apologetically. "Yessir!" said he. "Coming now, sir." And at this very moment there was borne into the room a Gargantuan pudding in a great bucket of a basin, which being placed on a three-legged stool was forthwith attacked ferociously by the white-clothed, white-capped carver.
But instead of the conversational feast amid a company of educated Mexican men and women I had pictured to myself during the day's tramp, I was led into a bare stone room with a long, white-clothed table, on a corner of which sat in solitary state two plates and a salt cellar.
For five seconds the white-clothed figure disappeared in the shrouding bushes; men held their breath, and women gasped and clutched at their throats as if they choked. Then they saw her again, arms high held as though she reached for God. And as the white-draped, slender form came hurtling through the air women swooned and men closed their eyes and shuddered.
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