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He found a genial, curly-haired old gentleman sitting in a room about whose walls were thousands of books. He was reading Epictetus. Stanley found the new mayor likeable and friendly. He seemed a man of simple thought. Frank wondered how he would endure the roiling passions of this city's politics. Dr. Taylor seemed undaunted by the prospect, though.
The glass mirrored a handsome bearded man, dark, keen-eyed like one who is always on the watch for danger, curly-haired and broad-shouldered; not very tall, but having massive limbs and a form which showed strength in every movement.
His wife was pretty, charming, a little, light, curly-haired, plump, bright woman, who seemed to worship him; and at first I went but rarely to their house, as I was afraid of interfering with their affection, and afraid of being in their way. But somehow they attracted me to their house; they were constantly inviting me, and seemed very fond of me.
She was looking for the Irish mother with three curly-haired children. She wanted to share her macaroons with them. They always looked hungry, and it was really as much fun to throw them bonbons as to feed the greedy little squirrels in Central Park. The children were not in sight, however, and Anne loitered, leaning on the rail. She felt rather than saw some one watching her.
He wondered if he had a choice whether he would chance the mystery and danger of deep space. With the steady hum of the electronic generator on the power deck droning in his ears the curly-haired cadet soon fell asleep. "What did you say your name was?" asked Roger of the applicant standing before him. He was a man badly in need of a shave and his clothes looked as if he had slept in them.
For Laddie was the name of the gray-eyed and curly-haired boy, and he was very fond of asking puzzle-questions. "Is it a riddle?" Russ repeated. "Sort of," admitted Laddie. "Who can guess what I have in my mouth?" "Oh, it's candy!" cried Violet, as she saw one of her brother's cheeks puffed out. "It's candy! Give me some, Laddie!" "Nope. 'Tisn't candy!" he cried. "You must guess again!"
But he was manifestly very ill at ease from the moment he heard Mr. Day's name mentioned. "Will you oblige me with your name, sir?" said daddy in his ever-courteous way. The curly-haired man fumbled for a card and finally handed one to Mr. Day. "'Mr. Jonas Schrimpe," repeated daddy. "Are you practising at the bar here in Greensboro?" "My office is in Napsburg, Mr. Day.
"Why don't you go to England?" was the first question the matron put to me when I told her that I could get no factory work. "All the girls are going." In the stone-flagged cellar the girls were cooking their individual dinners at a stove deep set in the stone wall. A big, curly-haired girl was holding bread on a fork above the red coals. "Last time I got lonesome," she was admitting.
Fortune favored them, for when they reached Morton House they found Miss Wells out and two-thirds of the girls downstairs in the living room listening to the new songs that the curly-haired little girl at the piano had received from New York the day before. She was in the middle of one when the girls entered the room. Grace held up a warning finger and pointed to the piano.
The dog seemed to say, "I knew you would come if I only waited patiently and barked loud enough. Now you see why I couldn't leave." The object to which Bim thus directed attention, as plainly as though possessed of speech, was a little curly-haired puppy, a Gordon setter, so young that its eyes were not yet opened. Billy Brackett picked it up and dropped it over the side into Winn's arms.
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