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Philip, with so genial an expression that she stared up at him, her eyebrows knit and her mouth puckering back a smile, her deep hopeful prepossession, which she held in common with all young people, that things really happened prettily, making her ready to believe that it was all a mistake and he was about to announce a treat or a promotion.
Well, she has; and I have mine terribly expensive." "H'm!" said Soames. "What does that chap Profond do in England?" Annette raised the eyebrows she had just finished. "He yachts." "Ah!" said Soames; "he's a sleepy chap." "Sometimes," answered Annette, and her face had a sort of quiet enjoyment. "But sometimes very amusing." "He's got a touch of the tar-brush about him."
The mass of blue-black hair coiled at the nape of the brown neck, the flash of dark eyes beneath straight, dark eyebrows, together with a certain deliberation of movement that was not languor, made it impossible to doubt that she was a Southerner by inheritance, if not by birth. "I don't reckon I will," he greeted, smiling.
"Well, then, it's best for you both that he go that's all I've got to say. I thought you cared." Beatrice's eyebrows lifted. "Really, I can't find any one who can talk about this thing sensibly," she began. Suddenly she thought of Gay. There was always Gay; at least she could never disappoint him, which was what she meant by having him talk sensibly.
And being still further teased and tormented, she spake and said, "Ye fools, who by your own folly will kill yourselves; ye mud-wasps, who sting the fingers which would pick ye out of the water, why will ye ever trouble me to tell you what you well know? Can you not see who was the father of my boy? Behold his eyebrows; do ye not know Katahdin by them?
It was, then and always, very pale: but this had nothing to do with ill health. Her lips were blue with the cold, just now: but the contrast between her eyebrows and her pale face and yellow hair struck me at once and kept me wondering: until Obed startled me by dropping the shawl and falling on his knees beside her. "Good God, Dom!" he sang out: "the girl's alive!"
She knew that she had stepped off the beaten track; but she had an intense, an almost passionate longing to go a little further, to penetrate, if only for a moment, that perpetual mask. "Don't let us talk of my affairs," she said. "Tell me of your own. What are you going to do?" Nick's eyebrows went up. "I thought I was coming to your wedding," he remarked. "That's as far as I've got at present."
It must be confessed, that the type of person here assigned to the Virgin is more energetic for a woman than that which has been assigned to our Saviour as a man. "She was of middle stature; her face oval; her eyes brilliant, and of an olive tint; her eyebrows arched and black; her hair was of a pale brown; her complexion fair as wheat.
My eyebrows and eyelashes began to drop; my hair left me by degrees; and I was bald before my time, and stripped of everything; for I had neither a beard to comb nor money to spend.
"Oh, isn't it! No, I guess not. I've never been out with a real inventor before ... I bet you think I'm a silly little thing." He protested, stoutly. "I should say not." A thought struck him. "Do you do anything? Work downtown somewheres, or anything?" She shook her head. Her lips pouted. Her eyebrows made pained twin crescents. "No. I don't do anything. I was afraid you'd ask that."
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