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From the quivers, the bow, the bow-string, the fingers, the arms, the hands, the chest, the face, the nose, the eyes, the ears, the heads, the limbs, the pores of the body, the armour on his person, the car, and the standard, O sire, of that utterer of Brahma, arrows began to issue.
He felt more sorry for his brother than he had ever felt before. He looked about at the rough fields, the rude log fences, at the road with its gross unevennesses and side strips of untrimmed weeds. He looked at it all, his man's eyes almost wistful as a girl's.
These teachers he calls dreamers; for just as when a man lies in a dream he deals with images, and thinks he has something real, but when he wakes up it is nothing at all, but he sees then that it was a dream, and counts it of no importance, so, too, what these say is nothing else than a mere dream; for when once their eyes shall be opened, they shall see that it is nothing at all.
Notwithstanding the terror that seized him, he could not remove his own gaze from those squinting eyes with their shining whites. He recalled that awful night with the breaking ice, the fog, and especially that waning, upturned moon which rose in the morning and lit up something dark and terrible.
"You mean let me quite understand you, Elisabeth" Trent spoke with curious precision "that I am to blacken myself in Sara's eyes, so that, discovering what a wolf in sheep's clothing I am, she will break off our engagement. That, I take it, is your suggestion?" Beneath his searching glance she faltered a moment. Then "Yes," she answered boldly. "That is it."
Then he saw the figure at the piano, and something rose up quickly and choked him when his eyes told him it was not Marie-Anne. It was a slim, beautiful figure in a soft and shimmering white gown, and its head was glowing gold in the lamplight. Roger Audemard spoke, "Carmin!"
He only stood with all his loving heart in his eyes, and looked. The bishop's expression was very grave, as he gazed over that vast sea of faces. He turned to speak to the gentleman who sat beside him, and as he did so, his eyes fell on Theodore's eloquent upturned countenance.
"Oh, no," she decided; and he felt that from this decision there would be no appeal; "I couldn't think of interfering with your ... arrangements." Her eyes held his for a single instant, instinct with mischief, gleaming with bewildering light from out a face schooled to gravity.
Ought to be shoved back in the oven; just one more minute would do it. Bloeckman squinted at his watch. "Time these girls were showing up ..." Anthony waited breathlessly; it came "... but then," with a widening smile, "you know how women are." The three young men nodded; Bloeckman looked casually about him, his eyes resting critically on the ceiling and then passing lower.
He was a tall, dark Jew, with fat cheeks and bulging eyes. His cheeks, his eyes, his chest, his body, all of him was so well fed, so loathsome and repellent! "What can I do for you?" he asked, without looking at Vanda. Vanda looked at the serious countenance of the maid and the smug figure of Finkel, who apparently did not recognize her, and she turned red.
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