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Page 28 - So Jemima goes. CHAPTER XVII. WHAT JEMIMA SAYS. " WHAT next ? " think I, hurrying off, as bidden. " What new freak ? Well, if I had been born with a silver spoon in my mouth I would not have spent my life in bewailing and lamenting that it was not a pewter one.
Page 45 - ... because their irony is too strong for his brain. With his fellows, perhaps he will affect a sporting turn ; he will read very assiduously the Spirit of the Times, — he will have a shooting jacket made with a world of pockets, and will sometimes take it with him, on a trip to a summer watering-place ; but only wears it occasionally of a morning, when he is sure no sportsmen are by ; he will stuff a pocket with pressed Regalias, and regret that game is so scarce. He talks in very knowing tones...
Page 18 - ... revolver and fired, quick as thought, at Fisk. The ball struck the Colonel in the abdomen, two inches to the right of the navel and three above it. As soon as he felt the perforation he staggered up against the wall and made the single exclamation, " Oh I" Another flash, another report, and his left arm fell, shattered.
Page 31 - No, he won't. If he does, tell him it's really inexplicable how they get up these imitations. Then say now here's a cloak I only gave $38 for. It's every bit as good as one I saw marked $150.
Page 59 - You'll treat me, pet, won't you?" remarks the other, and without waiting to discuss the matter further the beautiful creature waves one of the waiter girls, who are flitting about like bees, to the table. Of course, the young men are equal to the occasion, even to standing a treat for the plump little woman who brings on the beverages.
Page 60 - Suddenly there is a crash and a table is upset. One man has struck another in a quarrel about a girl. In any other place there would be quite a little scrimmage. Glasses would be thrown about and the gathering would be in a panic. But not at Harry Hill's. That ubiquitous gentleman...
Page 17 - I louse, and just then MacDonald stepped up to Miss Stewart and importuned her for an interview. She refused and told him to go away and not annoy her. He then said excitedly : " I am told you are living with another man. Is that So?
Page 18 - I am about to commit that which will astonish you and most of my friends in Mobile. I have left some instructions with Messrs. Simeon Leland & Co. in regard to my body, but have since drawn $300 of the amount I first wanted, leaving $1,500 in their hands, which, after deducting my expenses, will be remitted to you.
Page 45 - ... sneers at their ill-nature, only because their irony is too strong for his brain. With his fellows, perhaps he will affect a sporting turn ; he will read very assiduously the Spirit of the Times, — he will have a shooting jacket made with a world of pockets, and will sometimes take it with him, on a trip to a summer watering-place ; but only wears it occasionally of a morning, when he is sure no sportsmen are by ; he will stuff a pocket with pressed Regalias, and regret that game is so scarce....
Page 18 - Stewart turned to go. 18 the entrance of the hotel. MacDonald bounded like a panther after her, and, placing the pistol almost against her head, fired. She fell senseless upon the step, her .beautiful hair all dabbled with blood. A Mr. E. Van Raust, who was standing there, immediately threw himself upon MacDoiiald.