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How busy we shall be!" She laughed up at him, all shining eyes and dimples. Again in spite of himself he laughed back, pinching her cheek. "Will that please you, my little Chris?" "Oh, ever so!" said Chris. He stooped and lightly kissed her hair. "Then so let it be!" It was raining one of those sudden, pelting showers that descend from June thunder-clouds, brief but drenching.
"I should think anybody'd know better than to bring dimples around where he is," she said, "and I have my opinion of such. A poor, hardworking man like him, that tries to act moral. I should think " She kept on saying things like this, that made Sara feel very uncomfortable.
Spelt with a capital S, it constituted her Deity; her heaven was a severe and shadowless eternity, and plain words were the flowers that grew in her Elysian fields. She had simplified her life and her looks. Even her smile was shorn of all accessories like dimples or twinkles. Her hair, which was not abundant, was the colour of corn, straight and shining. Her eyes were a cold dark grey.
He and she had the warm friendship for each other of two handsome, healthy young people of opposite sexes who might have everything to give each other except time. She was perhaps ten years older than he, extremely handsome, with dimples and dark red hair and blue eyes.
Polly with dimples playing hide and seek in rosy cheeks, with dazzling eyes, and laughing lips, and saucy tongue, was sufficiently captivating; but Polly with bright drops on her lashes, with a pathetic droop in the corners of her mouth and the suspicion of a tear in her voice, this Polly was irresistible. "What's the matter, pretty Poll?" "Nothing specially new.
She looked fiercely at Ellen, to watch the effect of the blow, but was disconcerted to see that the little maddening smile still lingered. There were dimples at the flexing corners of her sister's mouth, and now they were little wells of disbelieving laughter. Ellen did not believe her she had told her long-guarded secret and her sister did not believe it.
When we came to the steamer next morning, "the castled crag of Drachenfels" rose up in the sunrise before, and looked as pink as the cheeks of Master Jacky, when they have been just washed in the morning. How that rosy light, too, did become Miss Fanny's pretty dimples, to be sure! How good a cigar is at the early dawn!
I was glad to hear the sound again, see the dimples flicker in her cheeks, even if she was laughing at me. "A wonderful Wonder Man, Mr. Boyne," she said. "One who does things so bunglingly that you can follow him right up and put your hand on him." "Not so I could," I reminded her gaily. "So you could. Quite a different matter." She took my compliment sweetly, but she said with smiling reluctance,
I knew it quite well. She stopped for a moment before emerging into my view. She was trying to look as composed as usual, but, perhaps because her steady nerves had been shaken by her night's watching, she could not help faint touches of dimples at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were veiled from any inquisitive look by their drooping lids.
"I didn't hang aräound, ma'am. 'Twas Socknersh töald me." "Socknersh had no business to tell you it's no concern of yours." Martha put her hand over her mouth to hide a grin, but Joanna could see it in her eyes and the dimples of her cheeks. A sudden anger seized her. "I won't have you gossiping with Socknersh, neither you keep away from my men.
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