...ore his hat and coat, standing with his back to her and staring out of the window at the falling 4 The Invisible Man snow in the yard. His gloved han... ...tor sat and listened to her retreating feet. He glanced inquiringly at the window before he removed his serviette, and resumed his meal. He took a mou... ...tte, and resumed his meal. He took a mouthful, glanced suspiciously at the window, took another mouth- ful, then rose and, taking the serviette in his... ...n’t blame me?” “I never blame anyone,” said Kemp. “It’s quite out of fash- ion. What did you do next?” “I was hungry. Downstairs I found a loaf and so... ...d we must hold a sort of council of war— get Hopps to help—and the railway managers. By Jove! it’s urgent. Come along—tell me as we go. What else is t...

...a glimpse of passing faces caught by the light of a street lamp or a shop window is often better for my purpose than their full revelation in the day... ...uchery, and driving the dusky thrust, whose cage has hung outside a garret window all night long, half mad with joy! Poor bird! the only neighbouring ... ...l must ensure if I turned my back upon the place. The closing of a door or window in the street brought me before the curiosity dealer’s once The Old ... ...ne. Some of them are now rolling in riches, unmindful of their old compan ion and friend, ma’am, others are in the habit of calling upon me to this d... ... tails—both capital things in their way—did not agree together. Jerry, the manager of these dancing dogs, was a tall black whiskered man in a velvetee... ...er, and when he had an opportunity of looking at her unseen by his compan ion, warned her by certain wry faces and jerks of the head not to put any t... ... Shop – Dickens 229 thick knotted stick. The other man, whom his compan ion had called Isaac, was of a more slender figure— stooping, and high in t... ... Shop – Dickens 284 the play, for no sooner was the Devil dead, than the manager of the puppets and his partner were summoned by the single gentlema... ...the outside, that Kit’s last treat had helped to that, and wonder what the manager would feel if he but knew it as they passed his house! When Kit had...

...Mogul’ s Company,” as Fielding had called his troop, and indirectly to its manager’s career as a playwright. He did indeed write a few pieces in futur... ...ing perceived, he had studied a great good book which lay open in the hall window, where he had read, “as how the devil carried away half a church in ... ... some gentleman or lady hurt. As soon as the wench had informed him at his window that it was a poor foot-passenger who had been stripped of all he ha... ...es; and that he would be obliged to him if he would let him know his opin- ion of his patient’s case above-stairs.”—“Sir,” says the doc- tor, “his cas... ...l sagacity had possessed himself of the door, he most unhappily forgot the window. The thief, who played on the other side, no sooner per- ceived this... ... to which he had very particular obligations), but, according to the opin- ion of some very sagacious critics, hawked them all sepa- rately, deliverin... ... her mistress and blame her master) had not formerly been of another opin- ion.” “I don’t know,” replied she, “what I might once think; but now I am c... ...hen it came into rehearsal, he informed me he had received orders from the managers to return me the play again, for that they could not possibly act ...

...to send certain elderly amateurs of beauty to the theatre, so that the new manager might be strongly supported financially by wealthy admirers of femi... ...nations ever created by the laws of supply and demand for the tor- ment of managers, authors, and composers alike. Every one esteemed Pons with his ki... ...udissart had a world of trouble to persuade him to keep it. “Ah!” said the manager afterwards, when he told his part- ner of the interview, “if we cou... ...of sitting day in day out in Turk-fashion on a table level with the barred window, made about twelve or fourteen francs a week. He worked still, thoug... ...e sat down and rested her hands on her massive knees, and gazed out of the window at the opposite wall. “I will go to-night and see what Ma’am Fontain... ...money—an easy man to manage and amuse with trifles.” Every pane in the two windows was a square of Swiss painted glass; the least of them was worth a ... ...or instance— M. Brunner was a great lord, doing everything in lordly fash- ion; he did not haggle. If M. de Marville could obtain letters of naturaliz... ...th figures, weeping—” Remonencq waved the speaker away, in Auvergnat fash- ion, but the man replied with another gesture, which being interpreted mean...

...The door fast shut, Countess Fanny kissed her hand to them and drew up the window, seeming merry, and as they had expected indignation and perhaps res... ...at the maid’s narrative of how the moment Countess Fanny had thrown up the window of her carriage, she sprang out to a carriage on the off side, conta... ...mountainland for England. They had not gone to bed overnight, and from the windows of their deserted home, a little before dawn, they saw the dwindled... ... of the admiral’s hotel, where his baggage had already been delivered. The manager was deploring the circumstance that his rooms were full to the roof... ...’ she said immediately, and strongly urged it and forced him to yield, the manager observing that a car- riage could be had. In the privacy of her roo... ...wealthy young nobleman; of whose discreetness he had not the highest opin- ion. He reconciled this view with his warm feeling for the Countess of Flee... ...kept spinning by the whip. She gives out a pleasant hum, too. Her complex- ion must be pronounced dull in repose. A bride on her trav- els with an asp... ...r estab- lishment was paid without stint by Mr. Howell Edwards, the earl’s manager of mines; but she had not even the means for a journey to the Gower... ...anguish,’ Feltre says. All the way to London Fleetwood endured his compan- ion, letting him talk when he would. He spent the greater part of the night...

... of them me- chanically as he spoke, drawing the painted hide, cloak-fash- ion, about him. “Now will I tell the truth, Bukta,” he said, leaning forwar... ...d next morning. Not a door in the house was true on its hinges. The little windows, fifteen feet up, were darkened with wasp-nests, and lizards hunted... ...r. A felt-covered water-bottle hung in the draught of one of the shuttered windows; a tea-set of Russian china, packed in a wadded basket, stood on th... ...and milk- ing goats; but from time to time he would stroll up to William’s window, and murmur: “Good enough, isn’t it?” and William would answer with ... ...rtin down to the village,” said the mother, filling in gaps. Like all good managers, the mother had her one weakness— a mania for little strategies th...

...bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist, and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. All the while her thought was trying to ju... ... occupation, simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. She herself had taken up ... ... his marrying my niece,” said Mr. Brooke, much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. “Why not?” said Mrs. Cadwallader, with a s... ...hichely, a middle aged bachelor and coursing celebrity, who had a complex ion something like an Easter egg, a few hairs carefully arranged, and a car... ...ure of passions was excited in Fred—a mad desire to thrash Horrock’s opin ion into utterance, restrained by anxiety to retain the advantage of his fr... ...d sent her down with the still more unpleasant task of telling them so. As manager of the household she felt bound to ask them in good provincial fash... ...like the rest of us, felt how soothing it would have been to have a co pan ion who would never find it out. This sore susceptibility in relation to Dor... ...it die with thee.” —Ecclesiasticus. M r. Bulstrode was still seated in his manager’s room at the Bank, about three o’clock of the same day on which he...

... let on her finely turned finger and wrist, and holding them to- wards the window on a level with her eyes. All the while her thought was trying to ju... ... occupation, simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. She herself had taken up ... ... his marrying my niece,” said Mr. Brooke, much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. “Why not?” said Mrs. Cadwallader, with a s... ...ure Brooke; and I have reminded her that her friends had a very poor opin- ion of the match she made when she married me.” “But look at Casaubon,” sai... ...g clergyman’s alleged greatness of soul, or Sir James Chettam’s poor opin- ion of his rival’s legs,—from Mr. Brooke’s failure to elicit a companion’s ... ...be called an ugly thing in contrast with that lovely creature your compan- ion, is apt to produce some effect beyond a sense of fine ve- racity and fi... ...d sent her down with the still more unpleasant task of telling them so. As manager of the household she felt bound to ask them in good provincial fash... ...it die with thee.” —Ecclesiasticus. MR. BULSTRODE WA S still seated in his manager’s room at the Bank, about three o’clock of the same day on which he...