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...hey don’t pay enough,” he said, plucking the expensive cigar from Jack’s fingers and dropping it into the spit can. He’d noticed Jack’s left thumb w... ... of school,” Jack said around the unlit stogie. “But you know there isn’t one cell-drop of Martell DNA at the scene.” Mather flipped a hand. “Ru... ...on in her bloodshot eyes. “I’m not telling, not even you. Not now. So we need to drop it right here.” “Had Royce threatened you before?” G... ...t into the room, her step as lively as a Spanish dancer’s. She carried a stoneware soup tureen. She had a ring in her nose and wore a black jump su... ...oncina Grasso. What an outfit.” “It’s black,” Concina said, filling Sammie’s white soup bowl. Gerrie Ferris 70 “But the zippers.” “I lik... ...d. “There’s mourning, then there’s mourning,” the young woman replied as she ladled soup into Johnelle’s bowl. Sammie glanced reprovingly at her lo... ... behaved like she was raised. And now she wants to see Sammie. You didn’t have to egg her on.” “If we say Sammie doesn’t want to talk to her, sh...

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...hen there ‘s the religion!’ This was a sore of the Countess’s own, and she dropped a tear in coming across it. ‘No, my dears, it shall be Rose Jocelyn... ...don from Lymport, and the wife of the brewer and the wife of the Major sat dropping tears into one another’s laps, in expectation of their sister the ... ... the sixpence! and we’ll cry quits.’ Evan, surprised and pleased with him, dropped the bit of money in his hand, saying: ‘It will fill a pipe for you.... ...o the Count de Villa Flor? “Countess,” he said to me, “you have saved this egg-shell from a crack by helping to cover it”—for so he called his head—th... ...or so he called his head—the top, you know, was beginning to shine like an egg. And I do fear me he would have done it. Ah! you do not conceive what t... ...it was his father (spoken by Evan with a quiet sigh), Mr. Raikes tapped an egg, and his flexible brows exhib- ited a whole Bar of contending arguments... ...gaged in the most trivial attentions—handing a footstool, remarking on the soup, etc. You none of you know how to meet a woman’s smile, or to engage h... ...d no more of the English polish one ordinarily meets. When he has given me soup or fish, bowed to me over wine, and asked a conventional ques- tion, h... ...ountess in- tensely admires, and asks the diplomatist whether he can see a soupcon of red in it. The diplomatist’s taste is for dark beau- ties: the C...

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... of a blush, ‘don’ t you out with your reason for having your spoon in the soup at all?’ ‘Sir, I will tell you the truth. But (your pardon for the sti... ...ded at their own residences. ‘Lud!’ exclaimed Miss Potterson, staring. And dropped the card. ‘We take the liberty of coming, my young companion and I,... ...lings so.’ As Miss Abbey helped her to turn her chair, her loosened bonnet dropped on the floor. ‘Why, what lovely hair!’ cried Miss Abbey. ‘And enoug... ...le in silence. ‘ As to Rokesmith, that young man of mine,’ said Mr Boffin, dropping his voice and glancing towards the door with an apprehension of be... ...think how little time you have given to the move, sir, after all,’ urged W egg. ‘ Add the evenings so occupied together, and what do they come to? And... ...very agree- able task to dive into the miser’s secret hoards.”’ (Here Mr W egg repeated ‘secret hoards’, and pegged his com- rade again.) ‘“One of Mr ... ...w tone, ‘ As—ton—ish—ing!’ And as he rolled his eyes all round the room, W egg and V enus likewise rolled their eyes all round the room. And then Wegg...

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... which rubbed it down of a morning. Beneath the hat, which seemed ready to drop off at any moment, lay an expanse of countenance grotesque and droll, ... ...he brim, to give him the diffi- cult task of lifting it without spilling a drop; or she would pass the old man over altogether, till the mistress of t... ...llion, or gone out of his mind!” “That is how it looks to me,” said Cibot, dropping the 45 Balzac coat-sleeve in which he was making a “dart,” in tai... ...that has fallen on me with all its weight, like a tumbril cart crushing an egg! And why?” 99 Balzac “Come, come, don’t complain, M. Pons,” said La Ci... ...o realize. In one day, Remonencq’s hint of money had hatched the serpent’s egg, the craving for riches that had lain dormant within her for twenty yea... ... can’t remember their names)—have crushed him as a tumbril cart crushes an egg—” “Have you a mind to be crushed too?” “Oh dear! oh dear!” cried La Cib... ...he quantities of the ingredients for this last being so excessive that the soup was more like a strong meat-jelly. At nine o’clock the priest, sent by... ... when Schmucke laid his head back in the great chair to pour a spoonful of soup into his mouth. She fed him as if he had been a child, and almost in s... ... Schmucke meantime being left to himself, and feeling the stronger for the soup and bread that he had been forced to swallow, returned at once to Pons...

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...hus talking the father came in from his office, and then the sub- ject was dropped. He was a man between fifty and sixty years of age, with grey hair,... ...enty pounds, which he was said to have stolen out of a pocket-book left or dropped in his house, and to have passed as money into the hands of one Fle... ...id—had occurred also to Jane’s mother. Mr Soames was confident that he had dropped the pocket-book at the parsonage. Mrs Crawley had always disliked M... ...one is as hungry as I am.’ The leg of mutton on this occasion consisted of soup, fish, and a bit of roast beef, and a couple of boiled fowls. ‘If I ha... ...le fit to eat,’ said T oogood. ‘I never was so poisoned in my life. As for soup— it was just the washings of the pastrycook’s kettle next door.’ ‘And ... ...hdeacon would like. Even old Lady Lufton remembered what was his favourite soup, and always took care that he should have it when he dined at the Cour...

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...st. As soon as he set his foot on board our ship, and saw himself safe, he dropped down stone dead to all appearance. Not the least sign of life could... ...art, so as to warm it as much as possible. Upon this the blood, which only dropped at first, flowing freely , in three minutes after the man opened hi... ...of the fellows being the cook’s mate of the ship, was very ready at making soup, puddings, and such other prepara- tions as the rice and the milk, and... ...uld both fire; so the other stood ready with his piece, that if he did not drop at the first shot, he should be sure to have a second. But the first w...

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...E ........................................................179 THE CRYSTAL EGG .......................................................................... ...hey came out of church there was rice-throwing, and her two little sisters dropping dead flowers. And some- one threw a slipper, and then I threw a bo... ...mind took a vague shape of physical evil. “Very well,” said Horrocks, and, dropping his hand, turned towards the door. “My hat?” Raut looked round in ... ..., and grip- ping Raut’s arm in his hand, made a move towards the path that dropped from them to the railway. Raut hung back. Their eyes met and saw a ... ...ind Palaeonophis.” He surveyed his purchases lovingly as he con- sumed his soup. They were laid out on the spotless table- cloth before him, and he wa... ...observatory in a pretty mess,” said Thaddy. The Dyak boy was beating up an egg in brandy . Woodhouse took this and sat up. He felt a sharp twinge of p... ... work. You go prob- ing into the mud with iron rods, you know. Usually the egg gets smashed. I wonder how long it is since these Æpyornises 50 The Co... ...ven- tured to make a remark upon the tediousness of travelling— he let the soup and fish go by before he did this—she did not simply assent to his pro...

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...es, polyanthuses, and passion-flowers, in ruby, amethyst, and smaragd. The drops of dew which the arti- ficer had sprinkled on the flowers were diamon... ...r. Ney frequently took his chop with us; Murat, when in town, con- stantly dropt in for a cup of tea and friendly round game. Alas! who would have tho... ...ercise upon him was speedily visible. He puffed and snorted like a walrus, drops trick- led down his purple face, while my lovely mischief of a Blanch... ...vart’s that his Lordship was about to indulge in the refreshment of turtle soup when the news was brought to him; immediate apoplexy was apprehended; ... ...gry, I thought I would go into the Refreshment Room and just take a little soup; so I wrapped him up in his cloak and laid him by his mamma, and went ... ....” “Oh! just as good.” “Only the divvle’s in the luck, there’s not a fresh egg to be had—no, nor a fresh chicken,” continued I, “nor a stale one eithe... ... bosom heaved with an emotion akin to indignation; for she feared lest the soups in the refec- tory and the splendid fish now smoking there were getti...