1 - 10 from 100
There was a most beautiful woman dining there with a party, and Hector never took his eyes off her the whole of dinner, Jack says I had my back that way and he got rid of us as soon as he could and went and joined them.
"I am an enchanted princess and, though I have to take the form of a hare in the daytime, at night I am free to resume my own shape. You got into this trouble following me into the cave and I am so sorry for you that I am going to let you out." "You are so beautiful that I could stay here for ever and gaze into your lovely eyes," said the prince.
Roebuck, taken ill as he was passing the basket in the church of which he was the shining light, died at midnight a beautiful, peaceful death, they say, with his daughter reading the Bible aloud, and his lips moving in prayer.
They will be like like two beautiful lambs thrown among wolves broken destroyed " Her eyes were burning with horror. Keok was sobbing, and a moan which she bravely tried to smother in her breast came from Nawadlook. "And you!" whispered Mary. "I must remain here. It is the only way." Dumbly she allowed him to lead her back with Keok and Nawadlook.
A few strands of curly blond hair blew across my face, and gave me a most peculiar feeling as I brushed them aside. Then she turned up her face, and I saw that she had most beautiful eyes, soft and gentle, with a trusting look, such as one sees in children. "Thank you, Mr. Sailorman," she said, with a smile. "I'm all right now."
Then Jack got a good meal and bed, and in the morning he and the King went on to the fields; and the King called all the mice together, and asked them whether they had seen the great beautiful castle standing on golden pillars. And all the little mice said, No, there was none of them had seen it.
"Yes, and about other things too; but I do wonder what he will say when he hears how nearly I wrecked his beautiful wagon," said Nealie, with a sigh, for the thought of her shortcomings worried her a good deal. "He won't trouble, or, if he does, he knows that Mr. Melrose will see that everything is put straight," said Sylvia.
Tidings of dark transactions between the Governor and the native Princes had reached the ears of the Government, tidings so vague, so incredible, that the Government might naturally be slow to believe, still slower to act. There were whispers of a woman's influence, a beautiful Ranee, a creature as fascinating and as unscrupulous as Cleopatra.
"I have been comparing this person to God's other works," he said, a light in his eyes which told that the former decision to postpone an attempt to uncover the mystery had been ruthlessly put aside, "and I have come to the conclusion that in spite of the infinite care he took in forming the beautiful world out yonder he did not neglect this person to whom I refer."
For answer she rose and walked back to the door with the chintz curtains and flung it open: There was a wait which seemed an eternity, and then through the doorway came a girl, slim and grave and beautiful. "My God!" whispered T. X. "Grace Lexman!"