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"I'm ready, Mas'r Harry," he exclaimed, as he fought hard to get one arm properly into his sleeve, but had to try again and again, because the button was off the wristband of his shirt, and the sleeve kept slipping up to his shoulder, necessitating a fresh attempt.

She had never especially noted before, but now she was noting as a shuddering exhibition of "commonness," that he wore detachable cuffs and upon this detail her distraught mind fixed as typical. She could not take her eyes off his wrists; every time he moved his arms so that she could see the wristband within his cuff, she felt as if a piece of sandpaper were scraping her skin.

All at once he raised his head and drew himself back from her arms with a look of horror, then put his hand over his eyes, as if her face had been a mirror and he had seen himself in it. "What is that on your wristband, Leopold?" she asked. "Have you hurt yourself?"

She had cut her arm against one of the chiselled buttons of his coat, just above the wrist, and the red drops ran down over his lace wristband. But she felt no pain and she fought like a tigress against his hold; so far she had uttered no sound, but now her voice rang out.

He advanced towards her with outstretched arms. "Marie!" said he, "Marie!" "I forbid you to call me Marie!" shrieked she wildly. He made no reply, but still advanced towards her, when, with a terrible cry, she recoiled from him. "Blood!" she screamed, "ah, heavens! he has blood upon his hands!" Norbert glanced downwards; upon the wristband of his shirt there was a tell-tale crimson stain.

'tis so horrible to be left in the dark, and not sleep and in this large, large room, which looks like eternity at night and one does fancy such sights, Job such horrid, horrid sights. Feel my wristband, Jonson, and here at my back, you would think they had been pouring water over me, but its only the cold sweat.

I now give another. But continual dropping will wear away a stone, and the ever recurring buttonless collar or wristband will wear out a man's patience, be he naturally as enduring as the Man Of Uz. I don't mean by this, that Mrs. Jones is a neglectful woman. Oh, no! don't let that be imagined for a moment. Mrs.

On the Tuesday morning Captain Barrington was found dead beside his bed with his throat cut. "And Lord Avon did it?" "His papers were found burned in the grate, his wristband was clutched in the dead man's hand, and his knife lay beside the body." "Did they hang him, then?" "They were too slow in laying hands upon him. He waited until he saw that they had brought it home to him, and then he fled.

As he folded his wristband under his sleeve, carefully and slowly, his slender fingers did not tremble with the desire that possessed him, which I saw in his terrible eyes as plainly as if he had spoken, "I would kill him." They looked at my hands, for I was wringing them, and a groan burst from me.

Leslie came right up stairs, when she was alone; if Harry or Mr. Thayne were with her, one of us would take a wristband or a bit of ruffling, and go down. Somehow, if it happened to be Harry, Barbara was always tumultuously busy, and never offered to receive: but it always ended in Rosamond's making her. It seemed to be one of the things that people wait to be overcome in their objections to.