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But then Deb's face was not heavy and bricky, with prominent cheek-bones, and a forehead four inches high. "My precious," she crooned, as tenderly as if she understood it all, and as if her immense pity was not mixed with contempt "don't, don't!
Woodward, however, found nothing amiss, and no one else therefore could well have a right to complain. They were both pretty but Gertrude, the elder, was by far the more strikingly so. They were, nevertheless, much alike; they both had rich brown hair, which they, like their mother, wore simply parted over the forehead. They were both somewhat taller than her, and were nearly of a height.
A young friend of mine trained his hair up from his forehead in that way once and could not get it down again. During his funeral his hair, which had been glued down by the undertaker, became surprised at something said by the clergyman and pushed out the end of his casket. The king tired in a few years of Mme. Pompadour and wished that he had not encouraged her to run away from her husband.
She kissed his forehead, and stood over him for a moment while he snuggled into his blankets. "Oh, my lamb, you are worth fighting for!" was her last thought, as she went downstairs full of her purpose. The card-players sat in the recess; the lovers were outside. Urquhart was by himself on a divan. She thought that he was waiting for her.
Still a beautiful face, its haughty characteristics strengthened, the lips a little more sensual, a little coarser; still the same stamp of intellect upon the forehead, the same impatient scorn and misery in her eyes. She asked no one's pity, but not many women breathed at that moment who knew more of suffering. For three weeks she had belonged to a company on tour in the northern counties.
"Ah, tell them they lie in their throats," replied the king, kissing me on the forehead; "you are the woman of my heart, and she whom I would fain load with honors. "What is the matter with you to-day? In truth you are a perfect little devil." "I wish I were, that I might punish evil tongues, since there is no king of France to avenge me."
Her cheeks were transparently white, and a sad, touching smile quivered round her finely- chiselled, narrow lips; her high, expansive forehead was shaded, as it were, by a cloud of sadness; and her large black eyes shot, from time to time, gloomy flashes which seemed to issue from a gulf of fiery torture.
Ah, child! it is well to live only in the present, looking into the future. I promise you I will guard you, and care for you as tenderly as a father; and now, Beulah, I think you owe it to me to try to be cheerful." He passed his fingers softly over her forehead, and put back the tangled masses of jetty hair, which long neglect had piled about her face.
He stooped toward her forehead, but she lifted her lips and he kissed them. So they parted. The farewell with Mrs. Riley was mainly characterized by a generous and sincere exchange of compliments and promises of remembrance. Some tears rose up; a few ran over.
It may be added here, that the scar left by this wound seems to have been the cause of Nelson's hair being trained down upon his forehead, during the later years of his life. Prior to that it was brushed well off and up, as may be seen in the portrait by Abbott, painted during his stay in England, while recovering from the loss of his arm.
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