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Winkle had done expressing his excessive indignation at witnessing this unprovoked assault, some person behind would knock his hat over his eyes, and beg the favour of his putting his head in his pocket. These, and other practical witticisms, coupled with the unaccountable absence of Mr.
Pickwick placed four closely-written sides of extra superfine wire-wove penitence in the hands of the astounded Mr. Winkle, senior. Then reseating himself in his chair, he watched his looks and manner: anxiously, it is true, but with the open front of a gentleman who feels he has taken no part which he need excuse or palliate.
The tall gamekeeper replied in the affirmative, and looked with some surprise from Mr. Winkle, who was holding his gun as if he wished his coat pocket to save him the trouble of pulling the trigger, to Mr. Tupman, who was holding his as if he was afraid of it as there is no earthly reason to doubt he really was.
The Women's Political Union conducted a "handing on the torch" demonstration which was quite effective. The New York Union supplied a large torch of bronze, which Mrs. H. O. Havemeyer, representing New York, took with her on a tugboat half way across the Hudson River, where she was met by a New Jersey tug bearing Mrs. Van Winkle, to whom the torch was delivered.
'Most of these military men are, observed Mr. Snodgrass calmly; 'but so are you, ain't you? Mr. Winkle replied in the affirmative; and perceiving that he had not alarmed his companion sufficiently, changed his ground. 'Snodgrass, he said, in a voice tremulous with emotion, 'if I fall, you will find in a packet which I shall place in your hands a note for my for my father.
It has always seemed astonishing that Winkle should have been allowed, particularly by Mr. Pickwick, to join the second shooting party. Everyone seemed to have forgotten his first performance, when he might have shot his friend Tupman dead, and, as it was, "peppered" him severely. Tupman would naturally have objected to so dangerous a companion.
'No, I don't, sir, replied Mr. Weller, beginning to button with extraordinary assiduity. 'Are you sure, Sam? said Mr. Pickwick. 'Wy, sir, responded Mr. Weller; 'I'm sure so far, that I've never heerd anythin' on the subject afore this moment. If I makes any guess about it, added Sam, looking at Mr. Winkle, 'I haven't got any right to say what 'It is, fear it should be a wrong 'un.
He had the interest, for her, of one returned by miracle from other regions, gifted with preposterous knowledges.... He became at this instant fabulous, like Rip Van Winkle, or the Sleeping Beauty ... or the White Cat.... In her perplexity Jenny fell once more into a kind of dream, an argumentative dream.
"Maybe I'll get things mixed up with my mother and grandmother and not know which is me." "Rip Van Winkle thought his son was himself," laughed Marjorie, "but you will think you are your grandmother." "I think over the old times so, sitting here in the dark. Hepsie is no hand to talk much, and Dennis, he's out most of the time, but bedtime comes soon and I can go to sleep.
He yawned prodigiously, stretched his arms, and for a few moments could not remember where he was, or what he had been doing. "Quit yawning so hard," said Happy Tom Langdon. "You may get your mouth so wide open that you'll never be able to shut it again." "What's happened?" "What's happened, while you were asleep? Well, it will take a long time to tell it, Mr. Rip Van Winkle.
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