Stories by English Authors, Volumen10C. Scribner's Sons, 1896 |
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... gone down on my knees to God . " I was as much horrified as if he had dropped a plate on my toes . Even William , disgracefully emotional as he was at the moment , flung out his arms to recall the shameful words . " Coffee , William ...
... gone down on my knees to God . " I was as much horrified as if he had dropped a plate on my toes . Even William , disgracefully emotional as he was at the moment , flung out his arms to recall the shameful words . " Coffee , William ...
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... looking round , discovered a large poodle in the act of making for my legs . He was a coal - black poodle , with half of his right ear gone , and absurd little thick moustaches at the end of his nose ; he was shaved THE BLACK POODLE . 45.
... looking round , discovered a large poodle in the act of making for my legs . He was a coal - black poodle , with half of his right ear gone , and absurd little thick moustaches at the end of his nose ; he was shaved THE BLACK POODLE . 45.
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... Gone , Mr. Weatherhead ; gone without a word ! " said Mrs. Currie , plaintively , as if she thought the dog might at least have left an address . " I would n't have believed it of him , " said the colonel ; " it has completely knocked ...
... Gone , Mr. Weatherhead ; gone without a word ! " said Mrs. Currie , plaintively , as if she thought the dog might at least have left an address . " I would n't have believed it of him , " said the colonel ; " it has completely knocked ...
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... gone far on the same road already ; it was the old story of being hung for a sheep . And so I fell . Surely some who read this will be generous enough to consider the peculiar state of the case , and mingle a little pity with their ...
... gone far on the same road already ; it was the old story of being hung for a sheep . And so I fell . Surely some who read this will be generous enough to consider the peculiar state of the case , and mingle a little pity with their ...
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... gone to his head - upset him , you know . " They seemed disposed to accept this solution , and , indeed , I believe they would have credited Bingo with every conceivable degree of sensibility ; but I felt myself that if this unhappy ...
... gone to his head - upset him , you know . " They seemed disposed to accept this solution , and , indeed , I believe they would have credited Bingo with every conceivable degree of sensibility ; but I felt myself that if this unhappy ...
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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 father feel felt Ford Frenchman garden girl Jenny glance gone hair hand head heard heart Helen Stanley ISRAEL ZANGWILL J. M. BARRIE knew laughed Leah Volcovitch Leibel Lilian look lost Lucretius MARIE CORELLI mind Mother Mawks Myddleton Finch never night OMNIBUS once pipe pity poor pounds quiet R. L. Stevenson replied Rose round seemed Shadchan silence Simmons sleep small devil smile sort speak stared street Sugarman sure talk tell thing thou thought told took Travers turned Tweedy's voice waiter Weatherhead West Kensington whispered Wilkie Collins William window woman wonder words
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Página 186 - He merely desired to warn them against pride and despising any of their fellows, not to insist on the actual reason given, which was simply adopted in order to persuade them more easily.
Página 98 - I'll see," said Thomas Simmons in reply, and he made a rush for the staircase. Bob Ford heard him open the front door. Then he went to the window, and, just below him, he saw the crown of a bonnet. It vanished, and borne to him from within the door there fell upon his ear the sound of a well-remembered female voice. " Where ye goin' now with no 'at ?
Página 69 - I saw a certain look in the creature's eyes, as if he were aware that he was required to connive at a fraud, and rather resented it. If he would only be good enough to back me up! Fortunately, however, he was such a perfect facsimile of the outward Bingo that the risk of detection was really inconsiderable. When I got him home I put Bingo's silver collar round his neck, congratulating myself on my forethought in preserving it, and took him in to see my mother. She accepted him as what he seemed without...
Página 54 - I could not grovel to quite such an abject extent. I wondered what the Colonel would say. Simple and hearty as a general rule, he had a hot temper on occasions, and it made me ill as I thought, would he and, worse still, would Lilian believe it was really an accident ? They knew what an interest I had in silencing the deceased poodle — would they believe the simple truth? I vowed that they should believe me. My genuine remorse and the absence of all concealment on my part would speak powerfully...
Página 97 - Anner was this other man's wife, and he was bound in honour 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' as you're a well-meaning young man, so to speak, an' all settled an' a-livin' 'ere quiet an' matrimonual, I'll" — this with a burst of generosity — "damme!
Página 72 - I heard Mrs. Currie telling my mother, "how really touching it was to see poor dear Bingo's emotion at seeing all the old familiar objects again ! He went up and sniffed at them all in turn, quite plainly recognizing everything.
Página 61 - Why should they shoot him, Lilian? Tell me that! I — I hope you won't let me hear you talk like that again. You don't think he's shot, eh, Weatherhead?
Página 49 - ... his evil bleared eyes, and deliberating where he would have me when I rose to go. This was the beginning of an intimacy which soon displaced all ceremony. It was very pleasant to go in there after dinner, even to sit with the Colonel over his claret and hear more stories about Bingo, for afterwards I could go into the pretty drawing-room and take my tea from Lilian's hands, and listen while she played Schubert to us in the summer twilight. The poodle was always in the way, to be sure, but even...
Página 70 - Bingo again," she said at once; "and they said such charming things about you, Algy — Lilian particularly; quite affected she seemed, poor child! And they wanted you to go round and dine there and be thanked to-night, but at last I persuaded them to come to us instead. And they're going to bring the dog to make friends. Oh, and I met Frank Travers; he's back from circuit again now, so I asked him in too to meet them!" I drew a deep breath of relief. I had played a desperate game, but I had won!...
Página 48 - I had to endure a long biographical sketch of him, — what a society paper would call an "anecdotal photo," — and each fresh anecdote seemed to me to exhibit the depraved malignity of the beast in a more glaring light, and render the doting admiration of the family more astounding than ever. "Did you tell Mr. Weatherhead, Lily, about Bingo" (Bingo was the poodle's preposterous name) "and Tacks? No? Oh, I must tell him that; it'll make him laugh. Tacks is our gardener down in the village (d