Stories by English Authors, المجلد 7C. Scribner's sons, 1896 |
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ain't Andrea del Sarto answered arms ARTHUR MORRISON asked babby BEATRICE HARRADEN beautiful better Bingo black poodle Bob Ford cheroot child club colonel cried Currie dare dead door dowry Eliphaz eyes face feel felt Ford Frenchman G. P. Putnam's Sons garden girl Jenny glance gone hair hand head heard heart Helen Stanley IDYL OF LONDON ISRAEL ZANGWILL J. M. BARRIE King of Schnorrers knew laughed Leah Volcovitch Leibel Lilian look Lucretius MARIE CORELLI Mother Mawks Myddleton Finch never night OMNIBUS once pipe pity poor pounds quiet replied Rose round seemed Shadchan silence Simmons sleep small devil smile sort speak stared street Sugarman sure talk tell there's thing thou thought told took Travers Tweedy's voice Weatherhead West Kensington whispered William window woman wonder words
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الصفحة 15 - By the way, what is this story about your swearing at one of the waiters ?" "You mean about his swearing at me," Myddleton Finch replied, reddening. " I am glad that was it," I said; " for I could not believe you guilty of such bad form." " If I did swear—
الصفحة 87 - make it a bit cheaper. Say three quid—come, that's reasonable, ain't it? Three quid ain't much compensation for me goin' away for ever—where the stormy winds do blow, so to say—an' never as much as seein me own wife agin for better nor wuss. Between man an' man, now, three quid, an
الصفحة 81 - and because the stair-carpet was her own. She vigilantly supervised her husband all through the process of "cleaning himself" after work, so as to come between her walls and the possibility of random splashes; and if, in spite of her diligence, a spot remained to tell the tale, she was at pains to impress the fact on
الصفحة 82 - s served throwin' away money like dirt in the street on a lot o' swindlin' tailors an' me workin' an' slavin' 'ere to save a 'a'penny an' this is my return for it any one 'ud think you could pick up money in the 'orse-road an
الصفحة 53 - be glad to find him. You could find him easily if you wanted to!" "What do you mean, Lilian? " I said, hoarsely. "How could I find him?" Again I feared the worst. " You 're in a government office," cried Lilian, "and if you only chose, you could easily g-get g-government to find Bingo! What
الصفحة 46 - him. I thought I saw him slip in under your gate, but I 've been calling him from the front there and he won't come out." No, and he never would come out any more. But the colonel must not be told that just yet. I temporised again: " If," I said, unsteadily—
الصفحة 87 - to acknowledge the fact. The small devil put it to him as a matter of duty. " Well," said Ford, suddenly, " time 's short an' this ain't business. I won't be 'ard on you, matey. I ought prop'ly to stand on my rights, but seein
الصفحة 66 - foreign-looking man staring over the hedge," said Lilian; " Bingo always did hate foreigners." There certainly was a swarthy man there, and, though I had no reason for it then, somehow my heart died within me at the sight of him. " Don't be alarmed, sir," cried the colonel; " the dog won't bite you—unless
الصفحة 15 - dismissal for insulting you without provocation." Then our talk returned to the saddle, but Myddleton Finch was abstracted, and presently he said: " Do you know, I fancy I was wrong in thinking that waiter swore at me, and
الصفحة 54 - out of the country, or—dead, what then, Lilian? " " I can't help it," she said, "but I don't believe he is out of the country or dead. And while I see you pretending to uncle that you cared awfully about him, and going on doing nothing at all, it makes me think you 're not