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He was sick of the food at grand hotels. It was the same all the world over Stockholm, Tokio, Scarborough, Melbourne, Marseilles. "Marseilles has nothing to boast of in the way of cookery," said Andrew, "save its bouillabaisse." "Now what's that?" cried Arbuthnot. "I've sort of heard of it." "My dear fellow," said Andrew, with his ear-to-ear grin.
All the sympathy that ought to have been devoted to the wounded man he diverted to himself by the tremendous fuss he made about his injured shins, and this, and the chaff he had to sustain in consequence, quite rounded off the affair, and we all went home in high good humour, and the wounded man for years afterwards used to show his ear-to-ear scar with considerable satisfaction.
They've shown you in the most single-hearted way that they're your friends, haven't they?" "They have," he admitted. "But it's very extraordinary. I don't belong to their world. I feel a sort of impostor." "With this and all these?" I flourished the letter which I still held, and with it touched the rainbow on his tunic. His features relaxed into his childish ear-to-ear grin.
Anyhow, whatever may be the definition of the special ear-to-ear white-teeth-revealing contortion of his visage, it had in it something wistful, irresistible. You will find it in the face of a tickled baby six months old. He touched his row of ribbons. "Voila," said he. "It's polite to say I don't believe it," she said, regarding him beneath her long lashes.
Beautiful Dog laid aside, for his sake, his fear of white people, and slunk after him fawningly, wagging what did duty as a tail, and showing every tooth in an ear-to-ear grin. At sight of us, Beautiful Dog gave a dismal yelp and disappeared. "Let's sit in the library," coaxed the secretary.
The Graphic pictures are of the Christmas pantomimes; the good woman of the tea-house points out to me the tremendous noses, the ear-to-ear mouths, and the abnormal growths of chin therein depicted, with much amusement; "Fankwae," she says, "te-he, te-he," apparently fancying them genuine representations of certain types of that queer, queer people.
We strolled to the upper terrace. "It is wonderful," he remarked on the way thither, "how much sheer goodness there is in humanity." "Pure selfishness on my part. I hate lunching alone," said I. He turned on me a pained look. "I wasn't referring to you." Then meeting something quizzical in my eye, he grinned his broad ear-to-ear grin of a child of six. We lunched. We smoked and talked.
A few months ago, Andrew would have returned his salute with brass-hatted majesty, but now he smiled his broad ear-to-ear smile, thrust out his long arm and gripped the young man's hand. It was Smithson, one of his brigade staff a youth of mediocre efficiency, on whom, as the youth remembered, he was wont most austerely to frown. But all this Andrew forgot. "My dear boy," he cried.
His features preserved the irregular ugliness of the child I half remembered, but it was redeemed by light blue candid eyes set in a tight net of humorous lines, and by a large, mobile mouth, which, though it could shut grimly on occasions, yet, when relaxed in a smile, disarmed you by its ear-to-ear kindliness, and fascinated you by the disclosure of two rows of white teeth perfectly set in the healthy pink streaks of gum.
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