Vistas of New York

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Harper & brothers, 1912 - 242 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 176 - In case I can be of any assistance at any time," he suggested — and then Mrs. O'Donough lifted her head and looked at him with her burning eyes — " if I can be of service, do not hesitate to call on me. Here is my card." As he felt his way down stairs again he heard a hand-organ break out suddenly into a strident waltz. When he came out into the street a few little children were dancing in couples, although most of them stood around the ambulance, gazing with morbid curiosity at the driver as...
Pàgina 167 - em to die in, an' not in the wagon; but the wagon's better than dyin' before we can get to 'em, an' the divil thank the begrudgers! It's unlucky, so it is; an' by the same token, to-day's Friday, so it is !" The small boy who had identified the dead man ran alongside of them, accompanied by his admiring mates; and when the ambulance backed up again before a pretentious tenement-house with a brownstone front and bevelled plate-glass doors, the small boy rang Mrs. McEcchran's bell. "It's the third...
Pàgina 173 - Sure of it?" repeated the other. "Of course I'm sure of it! Didn't I work alongside of him for five years? And isn't that the scar on him he got when the wheel broke?" And he lifted the dead man's hair and showed a cicatrix on the temple. "Very well,
Pàgina 170 - Of course I'm sure!" she answered, laughing hysterically. "Of course I'm sure! As if I didn't know Tim, the father of my children! Why, this ain't even like him!" The doctor did not know what to say. " Allow me to congratulate you, madam," he began. " No doubt Mr. McEcchran is still alive and well; no doubt he will return to you. But if this is not your husband, whose husband is he?" The room had filled with the neighbors, and in the crowd the small boy who had brought them there made his escape....
Pàgina 130 - An open carriage came first, its seats covered with flowers, tortured into stiff set pieces; the white hearse followed, with a satin-covered coffin visible through its plate-glass sides; and then half a dozen carriages trailed after. The prisoner in the hansom noticed that the shades were drawn in the one that followed the hearse; it bore a grief too sacred for observation — a mother's, no doubt. He was suddenly glad that his parents had both died when he was yet a boy. To be alone in the world,...
Pàgina 173 - Do you know him?" asked the doctor. " Don't I?" returned the man in overalls, a thin, elderly man, with wisps of hair beneath his chin and a shrewd weazened face. " It's Dick O'Donough !" "But are you sure of it?" the young surgeon insisted. " We've had two mistakes already.
Pàgina 162 - River there, an' he got full, an' he fell down the steps of a barber shop, an' he brück his leg into three paces, so he did; an' that made him mad, the pain of it did, an' he was just wild when the ambulance come. Oh, it was a lovely jag he had on him, that Roosian— a lovely jag! An' it was a daisy scrap we had wid him !
Pàgina 164 - Then he clanged the bell unexpectedly, and swerved off the track and down a side street toward the river. The doctor soon found a curious crowd flattening their noses against the windows of a drug-store on a corner of the Boulevard. He sprang off as the driver slowed down to turn and back up. A policeman stood in the doorway of the pharmacist's, swinging his club by its string as he kept the children outside. He drew back to let the young surgeon pass, saying ¡is he did so: "It's no use now, I think,...
Pàgina 163 - An1 of coorse," he continued, "it may be a scrap 'twixt a ginny and a Polander; or maybe, now, a coon has gone for a chink wid a razzer, and sliced him most in two, I dunno'." Then he clanged the bell unexpectedly, and swerved off the track and down a side street toward the river. The doctor soon found a curious crowd flattening their noses against the windows of a drug-store on a corner of the Boulevard. He sprang off as the driver slowed down to turn and back up.
Pàgina 168 - You don't mean to tell me he is going to die?" she shrieked, wringing her hands. "Don't say that, doctor! don't say that!" The bearers set the stretcher down, and the woman threw herself on her knees beside it. "Tim!" she cried. "Speak to me, Tim!" Getting no response, she sprang to her feet and turned to the surgeon. "You don't mean he's dead?

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