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He smiled upon Kent as though the sandy-haired man were in truth the apple of his eye. "Always up to your little repartee, ain't you, Jimmie? Well, well! And now, Mr. Conniston Jimmie, you'll pardon us? may I have a word in private with you?" "No," Conniston flared out, "you may not! I don't know you, Mr. Swinnerton, and I don't want to."
"What are you going to do on leave?" queried the tall sandy-haired Midshipman popularly known as "Wonk." "Do?" echoed Matthews. "Do?" He allowed his imagination full rein for a moment. "Well," he said, "by way of a start I shall make my soldier brother take me to dinner somewhere where there's a band and fairies in low-necked dresses with diamond ta-rarras on their heads."
Ashton-Kirk and Pendleton were admitted to the cell room at the City Hall without question; but a distinct surprise awaited them there. Through a private door leading from the detectives' quarters they saw the bulky form of Osborne emerge; and at his heels were Bernstine and his sandy-haired clerk. When Osborne caught sight of Ashton-Kirk he expanded into a wide smile of satisfaction.
Filled with elation, and confident that it was now only a matter of time when he should clear himself, Jack hastened up-stairs, determined to pursue his investigation next door, where he knew several of the younger clerks. "Hello, Danny," he said, entering the express office, and addressing a sandy-haired boy of his own age. "Say, who in here sharpens pencils like this?" "Hello! That?
I discovered the sandy-haired Blacksmith, Klumpf, sitting on the main hatch. I saw that I could not pass him with my bundle without strategy. The strategy I employed was simple. I drew him a bottle of brandy. I gave it to him. After he had drawn a long drink I told him I was running away from the ship. He laughed and took another drink. I passed him with my bundle. He shouted good-bye to me.
To my surprise and delight, a pencilled entry half-way down the list gave the name, "Professor Sebastian." "Oh, Sebastian is going by this steamer?" I murmured, looking up. The sandy-haired clerk hummed and hesitated. "Well, I believe he's going, sir," he answered at last; "but it's a bit uncertain. He's a fidgety man, the Professor.
In this double security, she paid no heed to the devotion of her companion, only thinking him the kindest and most awkward of good and simple-minded men. That is just what any of us would have thought about Sandy-haired Jim, gentle readers. John Edwards received his sister with a grave kindliness, which aggravated her grief.
There were big urns and fountains steaming, active hands filling cups, all the cousins, all their congeners, and four or five clergymen acting as waiters, Aunt Adeline pouring out tea a the upper table for any associate who had time to swallow it, and Constance Hacket talking away to a sandy-haired curate, without so much as seeing her friend!
Starmidge sat down and looked again at the visitor a tall, sandy-haired, freckled young man, who was obviously a good deal puzzled. "Is Mr. Hollis missing, then?" asked Starmidge. Simmons looked as if he found it somewhat difficult to explain matters. "Well," he answered. "It's this way. I've never seen him since Saturday. And he hasn't been at his rooms his private rooms since Saturday.
She goes out again into the rain, and makes her way to an emporium where dry goods, boots and shoes, millinery, and crockery are for sale. A sandy-haired young man, with a sandy mustache and a tendency to blushes, springs forward at sight of her, as though galvanized, reddening to the florid roots of his hair. "Miss Darrell!" he cries, in a sort of rapture. "Who'd a thought it?
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