"Don't see why a white man can't do what a
Chink can," protested Billy.
"He'd be a bit surly sometimes, but when we hadn't had a bite since morning, and we hadn't even got the price of a lie down at the
Chink's, he'd be as lively as a cricket."
"What name along that fella
Chink?" he demanded of Kwaque.
One day a Snake came out of a
chink in the wall and was about to eat them.
"Now you Eastern galoots won't believe anything against the yellow devils," he suddenly flamed out with an appearance of earnestness not altogether convincing, "but I tell you that
Chink was the perversest scoundrel outside San Francisco.
I ate my breakfast with pleasure and was about to remove a plank to procure myself a little water when I heard a step, and looking through a small
chink, I beheld a young creature, with a pail on her head, passing before my hovel.
But there are
chinks, or there may be
chinks, in the best adjusted masonry; there was a
chink in my cavernous cell; for, eventually, I saw, or seemed to see, a ray--pallid, indeed, and cold, and doubtful, but still a ray, for it showed that narrow path which conscience had promised after two, three hours' torturing research in brain and memory, I disinterred certain remains of circumstances, and conceived a hope that by putting them together an expedient might be framed, and a resource discovered.
Beauly's door!' Upon that he closes his own door, leaving the tiniest little
chink to look through; puts out his light; and waits and watches at his tiny little
chink, like a cat at a mouse-hole.
There was still a
chink of light above the sill, a warm, mild glow behind the window; the roof of the cottage and some of the banks and hazels were defined in denser darkness against the sky; but all else was formless, breathless, and noiseless like the pit.
The rattle of the harness was the
chink of money, and more drafts were honoured in five minutes than even Tellson's, with all its foreign and home connection, ever paid in thrice the time.
It was called Mill Pond Bank,
Chinks's Basin; and I had no other guide to
Chinks's Basin than the Old Green Copper Rope-Walk.
In another moment the locksmith was standing in the street, whence he could see that the light once more travelled upstairs, and soon returning to the room below, shone brightly through the
chinks of the shutters.