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The smile that came to his lips as he held out a hand to Howland gave to his death-white face an appearance even more ghastly. "Hello, Jack!" he greeted. "What's the matter, man? Do I look like a ghost?" "What is the matter, Thorne? I found Gregson half dying at Le Pas, and now you "
"You shall not show this up to the world until it is too late to affect Hubert Varrick." A cry of agony burst from Jessie's death-white lips. She saw, in her terror, that the old butler had lost his reason, and yet withal he was so cunning. She pleaded with him on her knees, but it was useless.
Francis found himself almost immediately upon his feet. His whole being seemed crying out for interference. Lady Cynthia's death-white face and pleading eyes seemed like the echo of his own passionate aversion to what was taking place. Then he met Sir Timothy's gaze across the room and he remembered his promise. Under no conditions was he to protest or interfere.
Finally, the latter spoke gently, striving to arouse the man; but Stutter Brown never lifted his head, never removed his eyes from the death-white face upheld by his arm. As though stricken to stone he remained motionless, seemingly lifeless, his face as pallid as the dead he guarded. Hicks bent over and placed one hand upon his shoulder. "Stutter, ol' pard," he said, pleadingly.
A little broken cry came from him and his death-white face hung down an instant from high up. Then, backing away, swaying from side to side, Nut Kut set his eyes on the man who followed his red eyes, blazing with red warning. The American animal trainer did not fail to understand; he paused. Slowly the great bronze trunk curled and cuddled about Horace Dickson's body and began to swing him.
As Kendal ascended the steps of the palatial home of the Garners, he came face to face with a woman who was standing in the vestibule, just in the act of touching the bell. One glance, and he fairly reeled back. "Nadine Holt!" he cried, aghast, "is it you you?" "We meet again at last!" hissed the girl, confronting him with death-white face.
The squire stood still, looking full and hard into the face so near his own; and so looking, he realized, what he had not grasped before, that it was the face of a man in torture. The savage grip on his arm told the same story. The fiery eyes that stared at him out of the death-white countenance had the awful look of a man who sees his last hope shattered.
Her death-white face was buried in the curve of one folded arm, the other, flung out, lay with the palm of the hand uppermost. The little feet were crossed under the crumpled skirt, from which peeped the folds of her last white silk petticoat. "Poor little bird," he murmured, as the sense of mastership rose strong within him at the sight of the helpless child at his feet.
A death-white mist slept over land and sea: Whereof the chill, to him who breathed it, drew Down to his blood, till all his heat was cold With formless fear: and even on Arthur fell Confusion, since he saw not whom he fought."
Of these death-white realms I formed an idea of my own: shadowy, like all the half-comprehended notions that float dim through children's brains, but strangely impressive.
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