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...emerald green completed her beautiful outfit. Gavin was waiting for her in the hall, examining a velvet case lying on the hall table. He was wearin... ... uniforms of the Army, or the ostentatious dress of the Indian princes.’ He picked up the oblong velvet case from the table, which he now unlocked ... ...pied it from a painting of a famous Spanish matador, which hung on her sitting room wall - black velvet knee breeches, with gold and silver embroide... ...et knee breeches, with gold and silver embroidered panels at the sides and a heavily embroidered, velvet shell jacket which fitted Gavin’s broad sho... ...ckered gently as if she sensed that her beloved friend’s heart was breaking and Helen stroked her velvet nose as the horse blew softly at her. ‘If ... ...r children in basements, the men sharpened knives and bayonets and the officers buckled on their revolvers and swords, all prepared to repel the in...

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...r night’s work. The box contained a matched set of silver, engraved, Colt 45 revolvers and they were beautiful! They’d run across them quite unexpe... ...ently lifted the latch and opened the box. Inside, nestled in a pile of blue velvet, were two of the finest revolvers he’d ever had the pleasure to... ...ned the box. Inside, nestled in a pile of blue velvet, were two of the finest revolvers he’d ever had the pleasure to see. “They’re really someth... .... “They’re really something,” said Amos as he reached to lift one from its velvet cradle. “Hold it” McVey grew louder. “That’s close enough. I ...

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...to the leather bag he had set down next to him and retrieved a pearl, handled twenty-two revolver, put it next to his temple and pulled the trigger.... ...tting room and talk.” In the sitting room, he helped her to lie down on a soft, burgundy velvet sofa. He chose a wing-backed chair and moved it clo... ...oked like a comfortable sitting area next to a stone fireplace. He sat down on a burgundy velvet sofa and admired the museum-like statues, which were... ...reciprocated in Spanish, thanking him. Jose showed them into a private room behind a red velvet curtain. The table was decorated with red and purpl... ...…it’s your choice.” Brand reflected on her beauty and gracefulness as she parted the red velvet curtain. No, that was not enough to keep him on the... ...ong five minutes, Brand was considering that she might not return, but then the soft, red velvet curtain parted, and she appeared. “I assume you de...

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...Grease Ball moved closer at let me feel the tip of something which presumably was a revolver. We exited. “Where to?” – I said. “Just keep going... ... a veritable palace: there is marble everywhere, wall-hugging gigantic mirrors, and velvet brocade curtains drape man-sized windows. Tinkling chande... ...id you ever give Magda Quandt any documents regarding the Fuehrer?” – his voice was velvety but sly – “For instance, the documents we had discussed ...

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...rve. Eli and I, left crouching on a foreign hillside, far from any settlement, the night a velvet murk. Eli ascends the road, takes me in tow, two ... ...tout and stilted, his face a venous spasm. He keeps feeling the worn butt of his undersized revolver. The other cop does the talking. He is lithe, a... ... my cheek. We both relent relentlessly. Your hair flows to its end, a natural cascade, a velvet avalanche buries my hands. In motion paralysed, ...

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...ll sing your daughter into this world,” the unicorn sent. Unicorns with soft velvet-brown eyes stuck their heads from the brush surrounding the cleari... ... Floor-to-ceiling glass doors made up the far wall, and this night their red-velvet drapes were drawn wide, and the doors opened into the velvet black... ...ough.” Her right hand went into the pocket of the jacket and came out with a revolver. “Daughter, don’t do this,” he pleaded, fear racing through his... ...n. Peter’s left hand flew upward. His arm slammed against Delilah’s, and the revolver went sailing into the air. It landed with a sharp crack and the ... ...d. Dirkk stood behind the one nearest. He wore a tunic and breeches of black velvet. The emerald dagger hung from a belt of gold links circling his B...

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...im through in a silent stream. Richard Hawk was swept into a universe of black velvet. The ubiquitous blackness felt spaceless. Infinite. There was... ...for any signs oflife. He saw none, but kept vigilant, while Taran­ to sipped his velvet beverage. The street was draped in darkness with only the yel... ...Service men delivered him some food. The General attacked him, took his service revolver away from him, and promptly blew his own brains out. He was...

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...he cartridges?? ?Yes; they?re in my pocket, but they are joggling horribly. Do pin-fire cartridges go off of their own accord?? ?Don?t know. Take the revolver, if you are afraid, and let me carry them.? ?I?m not afraid.? Maisie strode forward swiftly, a hand in her pocket and her chin in the air. Dick followed with a small pin-fire revolver....

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... Do pin-fire cartridges go off of their own accord?’ ‘Don’t know. Take the revolver, if you are afraid, and let me carry them.’ “I’m not afraid.’ Mais... ... her pocket and her chin in the air. Dick fol- lowed with a small pin-fire revolver. The children had discovered that their lives would be unendurable... ...d seven shil- lings and sixpence, the price of a badly constructed Belgian revolver. Maisie could only contribute half a crown to the syndicate for th... ... and made the purchase, which the children were then on their way to test. Revolvers did not lie in the scheme of their daily life as decreed for them... ...ree-trunks of the Park and made a background for the gray dress, the black velvet toque above the black hair, and the reso- lute profile. ‘No, there’s... ...owledge of faces to bear on the eyes, mouth, and chin underneath the black velvet toque. ‘It’s the same Maisie, and it’s the same me,’ he said. ‘We’ve... ...e-books tell her is Art, and you shall receive ‘em, Torp,—in a snuff-brown velvet coat with yellow trousers and an orange tie. You’ll like that?’ ‘Too... ...made his ap- pearance next morning and saw Maisie, gray-ulstered and black-velvet-hatted, standing in the hallway. Pal- aces of marble, and not sordid... ...egs, Mr. Binkie.’ Dick flung himself down on the sofa and tweaked Binkie’s velvet ears, yawning heavily the while. ‘You’ll find that wardrobe-case ver...

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... on the Seed ranch, delirious, all but raving, and Vanamee, with knife and revolver ready, ranged the country-side like a wolf. He was not alone. The ... ... hope you are better.” 68 The Octopus Her voice was low in pitch and of a velvety huskiness, seeming to come more from her chest than from her throat... ... up a hand, listening. From the hollow roof of the barn and from the thick velvet-like padding of dust over the ground outside, and from among the lea... ...e dairy-house. Hilma T ree was inside, singing at her work; her voice of a velvety huski- ness, more of the chest than of the throat, mingling with th... ...ject to subject, positively garrulous, talking in her low-pitched voice of velvety huskiness for the mere enjoyment of putting her ideas into speech, ... ..., hey?” At length Hilma found her speech. In her low voice, lower and more velvety than ever, she said: “No—I don’t like you at all.” Then, as the tea... ...mbrero, spurs and all the rest of it, and he has strapped himself to a big revolver. He says he wasn’t in- vited to your barn dance but that he’s comi... ...n. Tune up, Buck. At- tention now! I’ll give you the key.” He “fanned” his revolver, spinning it about his index finger by the trigger-guard with incr... ...ly entered the barn before Annixter’s plan had been formed. Long since his revolver was in the pocket of his coat, and he fired now through the coat i...

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...bright, pink, and shiny just as it had been at first. He wore a dark-brown velvet jacket with a high, black, linen-lined collar turned up about his ne... ... bolts,” said the man with the black beard, “and if he comes—” He showed a revolver in his hand. “That won’t do,” said the policeman; “that’s murder.”... ...lind. “Very well,” said the man with the black beard, and stoop- ing down, revolver ready, drew them himself. Barman, cabman, and policeman faced abou... ... “I’m out of frocks,” said the barman. The man with the beard replaced his revolver. And even as he did so the flap of the bar was shut down and the b... ...rthwith they were clambering over the bar to his rescue. The bearded man’s revolver cracked and the looking-glass at the back of the parlour starred a... ...mp, putting his pen into his mouth again and listening. “Who’s letting off revolvers in Burdock? What are the asses at now?” He went to the south wind...

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...at I crouched among the weeds and refuse and broken crockery and loaded my revolver ready for murder? Did ever such a thing happen in my life? Was suc... ... went on with the thoughts that had occupied me before—where I could buy a revolver, and how I might master its use—and probably I should have forgott... ...centrated upon one business. This dominant business was the purchase of my revolver. I held myself resolutely to the idea that I must either restore m... ...to my purpose between my gusts of passion. Yet it was not easy to buy that revolver. I had a kind of shyness of the moment when I should have to face ... ...ton there were some rook-rifles and so forth in a cycle shop, but the only revolvers these people had impressed me as being too small and toylike for ... ...my or purple satin, intricate trimmings through which threads and bands of velvet wriggled, and in the win- ter rare furs. Her gloves fitted exquisite... ...adow of a cloud. “A pretty couple,” said the landlady, as they crossed the velvet green toward us… . They were indeed a pretty couple, but that did no...

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...d authority were concerned, much was made of me. My raiment was of silks and velvets and cloth of gold, and by consequence was very showy, also uncomf... ... guns, field guns, gatling guns, rifled guns, smooth bores, musket practice, revolver practice — and not a solitary word of it all could these catfish... ...little finer article with each change, until I should finally reach silk and velvet, and be ready for my project. So I started. But the scheme fell th... ...ief place, and each and every individual a flashing prism of gaudy silks and velvets — well, I never saw anything to begin with it but a fight between... ...rng apparition had got within fifteen paces of me; then I snatched a dragoon revolver out of my holster, there was a flash and a roar, and the revolve... ...scattering drove were under way and clattering down upon me. I snatched both revolvers from the holsters and began to measure distances and calcu lat... ...lost now could knock out my last chance. But I didn’t lose it. I raised both revolvers and pointed them — the halted host stood their ground just abou... ...ht and promptly obey my signal, if I should have occasion to give it — three revolver shots in quick succession. Sentry duty was discarded for the nig...

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...skin, and provisions enough to last a few days. Thus accompanied, and with revolvers at their belts, they had started to chop their way with machetes ... ... collapse, panting, terrified, and exasperated, but safe, on the luxuriant velvet sofas in the first-class sa- loon of the Minerva. To the very last h... ...them that had not, at some time or other, looked with terror at Nostromo’s revolver poked very close at his face, or been other- wise daunted by Nostr... ...ted on his silver-grey mare. He shouted, sent after them one shot from his revolver, and galloped up to the cafe window. He had an idea that old Giorg... ..., and lined with red baize, were ar- ranged firearms: Winchester carbines, revolvers, a couple of shot-guns, and even two pairs of double- barrelled h... ...arrelled holster pistols. Between them, by itself, upon a strip of scarlet velvet, hung an old cavalry sabre, once the property of Don Enrique Gould, ... ...orbelans. He glittered exceedingly in his vest- ments with a great crimson velvet cross down his back. And all the time our saviour Barrios sat in the... ...se of arms, the brass hilt of Henry Gould’s cavalry sabre on its square of velvet, and the water-colour sketch of the San Tome gorge. And Mrs. Gould, ... ...e had grown sharp; the audacious nostrils ap- peared mean and pinched. The velvety, caressing glance of his fine eyes seemed dead, and even de- 378 N...

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...nd contemplating in the glass their own bland images; and I have seen one lady strip up her dress, and, with cries of wonder and delight, rub herself ... ...hen I think of the serene absent-mindedness with which he first strolled in upon our party, and then recall him running on hands and knees along the c... ...to reign. The warning was taken to heart, and for some while the government moved on the model of Nakaeia’s. Nanteitei dispensed with guards, and walk... ...asy to exag- gerate. Yet the conduct of drunkards even at home is al- ways matter for anxiety; and at home our populations are not armed from the high... ...go else- where, Mr. Williams might profit as he pleased, but Tom had had enough of bar-keeping for that day. Indeed the event had hung on a hair. A ma... ...ome far in quest of the adventurous; on the first sign of an adventure it would have been a singular inconsistency to have with- drawn; and we sent on... ... Seas Again he changed ground. ‘If the natives get any drink, it isn’t safe to stop them,’ he objected. ‘I’ll be answerable for the bar,’ I said. ‘We ... ...tume of his own design: trousers and a sin- gular jacket with shirt tails, the cut and fit wonderful for island workmanship, the material always hands...

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...earth under the blue sky and against the pros- pect of the distant hills a velvet-black expanse, with red roofs, green trees, and, later, black-veiled... ...e Street, a couple of hundred yards or more from Liverpool Street station; revolvers were fired, people stabbed, and the policemen who had been sent t... ...y very pluckily pulled up and returned to his help. It seems she had had a revolver all this time, but it had been under the seat when she and her com... ...sensible. “T ake this!” said the slender lady, and she gave my brother her revolver. “Go back to the chaise,” said my brother, wiping the blood from h... ...heir servant had left them two days before—packed some provisions, put his revolver under the seat—luckily for my brother—and told them to drive on to... ...until the missing man arrived, and professed to be an expert shot with the revolver—a weapon strange to him—in order to give them confidence. They mad...

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...ts, groves of mango-trees, and many feathery palms. Six warders armed with revolvers and car- bines are in charge of the convicts kept there. An eight... ... the path till I kicked something hard. I stooped and picked up a warder’s revolver. I felt with my fingers that it was loaded in five chambers. In th... ...h she had been all alone on the island. A brave woman, monsieur. I put the revolver inside the breast of my blue blouse and waited. A flash of lightni... ...o go. They consulted in low tones about my fate, while with my hand on the revolver in the bosom of my blouse I had their lives in my power. I let the... ... him, ‘Devil take me if I don’t think he’s gone mad!’ “Then I produced the revolver. Aha! In a moment they both got the stoniest eyes you can imagine.... ...ed to mere bony lines and fleshless hollows, looked out of a woman’s black velvet hood, over which was rammed forcibly a cocked hat picked up under th...

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...old man with a thin, white beard and a courtly deportment, wearing a black velvet dinner jacket faced with purple silk. “How do you do, Mr. Sisson. Yo... ...n glass, his manner very courteous and animated, the purple facings of his velvet jacket very impressive, sat at the far end of the table jesting with... ...oes.” And carefully he pinned the large, radiating orna- ment on the black velvet dinner-jacket of the old man. “That is the first—and very becoming,”... ...stood naively before the mirror and looked at his three stars on his black velvet dinner-jacket. “Almost directly over the pit of my stomach,” he said... ... boy, while four stout carabinieri in the street below stood with uplifted revolvers and covered 188 Aaron’s Rod him, shouting that if he moved they ... ...ing down, still holding with his left hand behind him, covered by the four revolvers. He was not so much afraid as twitchily self-conscious because of... ...between soldiers. And last of all the youth up above, still covered by the revolvers, was or- dered to come down. He turned quite quietly, and quite h... ..., even of twelve pale, great soft oxen in procession, plough- ing the dark velvety earth, a driver with a great whip at their head, a man far behind h... ...e any other they liked.—Well, the very moment he had finished, there was a revolver shot, he made a noise, and fell forward over his horse’s nose. One...

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...crowd, me after her, feeling good and ashamed, till she’s almost up to the velvet rope and ready to be the next let in. But there was a little squirt ... ...rs were new, very deep and rest- ful, upholstered in blue and gold-striped velvet. A blue velvet davenport faced the fireplace, and behind it was a ch... ...a-cups. The lady threw her cup at the cocaine-runner’s head. He worked his revolver out of the pocket in his sleeve, and casually murdered her. At tha... ... a Four-alarm Fire. In the stone rotunda, decorated with crown-embroidered velvet chairs and almost medieval tapestries, parrakeets sat on gilded loto... ...irls with bare legs; policemen or cowboys and an industrious shoot- ing of revolvers; and funny fat men who ate spaghetti. He chuckled with immense, m... ... light on crystal pendants and furs and suave surfaces of polished wood in velvet-hung reticent windows. High above the street, an unexpected square h... ...delicately rigorous, coldly powerful. “That’s the stuff. The wallop in the velvet mitt. Not let anybody get fresh with you. Been getting careless abou... ...to deviling me so I went crazy, just for a second, and pulled out that old revolver you and I used to shoot rabbits with, and took a crack at her. Did... ...as not likely to die, he learned. The bullet from Paul’s huge old .44 army revolver had smashed her shoulder and torn upward and out. He wandered home...

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...re; all these mixed up together in a dusty old violin-case lined with ruby velvet. I found besides a large ac- count-book, which, when opened, hopeful... ...he two men to come up on board 65 Joseph Conrad and menaced them with his revolver. They pretended to obey, but suddenly cutting the boat’s painter, ... ...ime, Falk made his escape and ran into his cabin. While he was loading his revolver there, he heard the sound of heavy blows struck upon the bridge. T... ..., they flew open, and the car- penter, possessing himself of the captain’s revolver, fired a shot of defiance. Falk was about to go on deck and have i... ... the weapon, opened his door unexpectedly, and with the muzzle of his long revolver nearly touching the other’s side, shot him dead. The best man had ... ...qualities of classic heroism. At once Falk threw over- board the captain’s revolver. He was a born monopolist. Then after the report of the two shots,...

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...eless, neat- uniformed waiter behind me, the oak-ribbed ceiling above, the velvet carpet beneath. It was hard to realize that even 17 Rudyard Kipling... ...ile he arranges his coat-tails as he sits down, to catch sight of a loaded revolver. It is enough to know that fifty per cent of the men in the public... ...e Irishman and the native Californian in their hours of discontent use the revolver, not once, but six times. The press records the fact, and asks in ... ...t fact that up to one hundred yards he felt abso- lutely secure behind his revolver. “In England, I understand,” quoth the limber youth from the South...