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Page 92 - Sara' (who had shorter skirts and longer legs than most girls), to the great delight and satisfaction of herself and all London, kicked up her agile heels a little higher than had previously been deemed possible, and was equally successful in dusting the floor with her back hair.
Page 41 - Italian style was beautifully decorated with frescoes, gilding and lots of light. Bars down the side were dressed with plenty of flowers, coloured glass, and any amount of bright, glittering, brass'bound barrels, and bottles. But, after all, the brightest, most glittering, and most attractive thing about the bars (of course, not counting the drinks) were the barmaids.
Page 19 - Mr. William Morton, as I appeared in the dim distance and proceeded to sail up the gallery. " Dashed if I know," said Ferdy (Mr. Jongmanns), " sent on by der governor ; but it's all right if it can sing.
Page 239 - it has always been a matter of regret to me that I never quite succeeded in cutting a man in two.
Page 112 - Then we two weary ones, partners in this great breakdown and unequalled frost, shook hands in dull and doleful and downcast commiseration with each other, and went our respective ways, chewing the cud of bitter and sorrowful reflections. Next morning — -it was on a Saturday, a memorable Saturday, the Saturday we all expected the Prince of Wales would die — at ten o'clock there came a messenger in hot haste, with a letter from Mr. Morton. A terrible thing had happened ; Farnie had gone — fled...
Page 18 - Going to the Canterbury was dreadful. I remember the shock I got when I went under the railway arch, down the dingy, dirty, narrow street, the greasy sidewalk, the muddy gutter, full of dirty babies, the commonplace-looking publichouse. I felt I could not go in ; but I did. The people were polite, and showed me upstairs ; there was lots of sawdust. Soon I found myself in a long picture-gallery, at the other end of which a rehearsal was being held. The pictures delighted, but the smell of beer and...
Page 45 - I said I would. Then he sent for all his minstrels to come and take a lesson in ballad singing. When I'd finished, Pony addressed the crowd. " Great God," said he, " if that gal 'ud only sing that song in New York, in Wood's 'Muse-urn,
Page 222 - I had a chop, a delicious mutton chop, and sat in the shining sun out on the grass to eat it. The young woman who waited on me was not exactly in love with her location, and expressed her opinion that "'The Bluff' was the end of the world and God had forgotten to finish it.
Page 285 - I am the Resurrection and the Life: whoso believeth in me shall never die." How has he conquered Death ? Not by weakening his power or arresting his progress, for he is as mighty and active as ever, but by stripping him of his terror. Mentally he overcomes him, swallows him up. He fills the souls of his people with such love to the infinite Father, such interest in the spiritual...
Page 18 - ... arch, down the dingy, dirty, narrow street, the greasy sidewalk, the muddy gutter, full of dirty babies, the commonplace-looking publichouse. I felt I could not go in ; but I did. The people were polite, and showed me upstairs ; there was lots of sawdust. Soon I found myself in a long picture-gallery, at the other end of which a rehearsal was being held. The pictures delighted, but the smell of beer and stale tobacco smoke revolted me. I have since been told that on that day I carried my head...