Who art thou that talkest so freely of cracking the head of Arthur a Bland?
Heathcroft, in spite of the close play, was as bland and unconcerned as ever.
Mr. Bonnithorne listened with a bland smile of amused incredulity.
But he controlled his features, and maintained a placid, bland expression.
He found him bland and inscrutable, and decided to pin him down.
Calcraft was now as bland as a May morning, and his eyes sparkled.
Bland, a thick-set man with the jaw of a bulldog, was eyeing him intently.
“Bland said, ‘Get the copy’,” he muttered irrelevantly and half to himself.
Bland was followed by Perry, who seemed to be in a sort of daze.
Bland said he would have gone, upon this occasion, if it had been to Jericho.