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...succeeding days of the week — the other party, it may chance, " a firm-built fellow, stalking along with his pipe in his mouth, and his hands in his pockets, whilst a forlorn creature limped after him, shifting from one tired arm to another some heavy load...

...being a wery fine day, he put his back against one side of the door, and his feet on the bother, and with his pipe in his mouth and his hands in his pockets, seemed to be taking a hextra dose of comfortableness and fresh hair. (This sort of henjoyment, by the...

...rose-garden shouted back, "Hullo!" "You're wanted. Come here !" Geoffrey appeared, sauntering doggedly, with his pipe in his mouth, and his hands in his pockets. ' ' Who wants me ?" " A groom — from your brother." That answer appeared to electrify the lounging...

...eyes upon her from some obscure corner! What would I not have given to add my quota to the applause ! I could hardly sleep that night; I could hardly read,...pockets; surveyed me deliberately from head to foot, and said :— " Hollo there! aint you the party that brought a three-cornered letter here last evening...

...eyes upon her from some obscure corner ! What would I not have given to add my quota to the applause ! I could hardly sleep that night ; I could hardly read...hands in his pockets. I had no courage to address that functionarybut I lingered in his sight and sighed audibly, and wandered round and round the canvas...

...fourfooted moustached eel, and with equal success. Jim Torrington, who had lounged down to the mere side, with his pipe in his mouth and his hands in his pockets (Jim's favourite mode of spending his time), began to chaff him. Charlie loftily retorted that it was...

...Fellows, where's Jim to-night ? ' ' Oh, at the corner, sir.' And there, sure enough, we foxmd him, with his pipe in his mouth, and his hands in his pockets, looking the very picture of contented indolence. Now, though the comer of the village street is certainly...

...borrowed all her little light. A robin or two chirped on the bare trees as he passed along ; and Warner, with his pipe in his mouth and his hands in his pockets, felt once more quite calm and happy. He was safe from the brooch, at least until Monday, About half-way...

...girl-friend who had most likely come up to j oin in the evening's amusements. Or perhaps a young sailor, who, with his pipe in his mouth, and his hands in his pockets, leant over a wall talking to a girl who stood shyly before him. Little more than half-way up they came...