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He studied it closely, not having seen it before. Then he looked up at the Doctor, whose face was again like a mask. "Your ?" A lift of the eyebrows finished the question. Dexter nodded, with assumed carelessness. There was another long pause. "Sometimes I envy you," said Thorpe, laying the picture down carefully, "you have had so much of life and joy.
There was a man in the doorway, a short, sturdy, middle-aged Frenchman, with strong features, a tuft of grey beard, heavy eyebrows, and dark, prominent eyes, with a hot, shining look in them. "Bon soir, m'sieu," he said. "Bon soir!," I answered. This was my host, the innkeeper whom the driver had called "Fin Tireur."
The tale held Harvey almost breathless, his head a little cocked to one side, his eyes fixed on his father's face, as the twilight deepened and the red cigar-end lit up the furrowed cheeks and heavy eyebrows.
"O papa!" was the general cry, "can't we crack them on the hearth?" "But you'll singe your very eyebrows off," I said. "Mine's so white 'twouldn't matter," said Junior; "nobody'd miss 'em. Give me a hammer, and I'll keep you goin'." And he did, on one of the stones of the hearth, with such a lively rat-tat-snap! that it seemed a regular rhythm.
You see a total stranger in a public street; you choose to start certain theories about his eyebrows. You then treat him as a burglar because he enters an honest man's door. The thing is too monstrous. Admit that it is, Basil, and come home with me. Though these people are still having tea, yet with the distance we have to go, we shall be late for dinner."
When he looked up again it was with a puzzled contraction of his eyebrows. "I've certainly seen it somewhere," he hesitatingly admitted, edging slowly away toward the door. "Perhaps in the papers. Isn't she like ?" "Like!" I interrupted, "it is Veronica Moore herself; the owner of this house and she who was married here two weeks since to Mr. Jeffrey.
This was tiresome, as the light was in his eyes, and his body was just inert enough with sleep to make movement something of an effort.... Little by little, however, his eyebrows came down, remained down, and his eyes closed.... He awoke again at a sound. The candle was still burning, but his mistress had rolled over on to her side and seemed to be talking gently to herself.
I pray God night and day that He'll let me see that rascal on his knees to me yet before I die!" His voice had grown loud and fierce, his eyes shone beneath the shaggy eyebrows, his hand shook as he raised it to call down vengeance on the man who had left him to his fate.
He is rather low of stature, with a pale, shrivelled face, and hair and beard perfectly white, and the hair of a particularly soft and silken texture. He has a high, thin nose, of the English aristocratic type; his eyes have a queer, rather wild look, and the eyebrows are arched above them, so that he seems all the time to be seeing something that strikes him with surprise.
"For that, I care that," said she, pointing to the floating feather slowly settling. "I looks to myself and to my love, brother." "Hey?" Pine raised his eyebrows. "It's a Gorgio my heart is set on," pursued Chaldea steadfastly. "A regular Romany Rye, brother. Do you think Lambert is a good name?" "It's the name of the devil, sister," cried Pine hastily. "The very devil I love.
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