United States or Grenada ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Gale looked dark and tightened up her face. She knew perfectly well why Jim Greatorex had left. It was because he wasn't going to have that little milk-faced lass learning him to sing. His pride wouldn't stomach it. But not for worlds would Mrs. Gale have been the one to let Miss Alice know that. Her eyes sought for inspiration in a crack on the stone floor. "I can't rightly tall yo', Miss Olice.
He delivered the purse, only to hear mine host curse roundly because it was lighter than the reckoning; and after being hustled and jeered at for a milk-faced varlet by the men who stood drinking, he sought with scarlet cheeks for a less frequented way. The quiet of a narrow street invited him; he turned aside, and suddenly traffic and turmoil died away.
"They got his coat off, and his sleeve rolled up," whispered the boy, in continuation "and the doctor's a-givin' him some medicine in a tumbler. Now he's a-pullin' his arm. Gee-mun-nee! I kin hear the bones crunch!" "Hain't he a-cryin'?" queried a milk-faced boy, with very large blue eyes and fine white hair, and a grieved expression as he spoke. "Hain't he a-cryin'?"
I had just driven the wedge safely in, and everything was going as I wished; but the cursed wedge was too smooth and suddenly sprang out, and the tree closed so quickly that I could not pull out my beautiful white beard; so now it is tight and I cannot get away, and the silly, sleek, milk-faced things laugh! Ugh! how odious you are!
"Mas'r Benton," said Matthias slowly, "I'm never gwine to tell a lie an' set myself in de place whar Satan hisself can ketch a holt an me. No, sah, 'pears like I'm ready to do what's right, but dat ain't right nohow, an' 'pears, too, its mighty funny you's so scart of dat poor little milk-faced gal. Trus' in de Lord, Mas'r Benton, an' go right on over thar she can't hurt you nohow."
I could bear the cage myself, I'd learned to do that; but I didn't want another she-bird molting around. And then when it looked as if it would be Marcia Oldham I got sicker. It drove me wild to think of that milk-faced chit of a girl, with a fool of a mother that I've always despised! I tell you what you do, Miss Gipsy Fortune-teller!" She rapped the arm of Ydo's chair emphatically.
"Yes, and I bet," broke in the milk-faced boy, abruptly, with his thin lips compressed, and his big eyes fixed on space "yes, and I bet he kin lick Billy Kinzey, ef his arm IS broke!"
"Keep still," said the boy at the window; "they're tryin' to git him to tell his pap's name and his, and he won't do it, 'cause he says his pap comes and steals him ever' time he finds out where he is." The milk-faced boy drew a long, quavering breath and gazed suspiciously round the high board fence of the enclosure.
"Be still till I've finished, because if you talk you may make me forget " The gesture which finished the sentence was so eloquent of hate that Mary shrank away and put the embers of the fire between them. "I tell you, it was all a lie, and Pierre le Rouge has never loved anything but you, you milk-faced " She stopped again, fighting against her passion.
"Be still till I've finished, because if you talk you may make me forget " The gesture which finished the sentence was so eloquent of hate that Mary shrank away and put the embers of the fire between them. "I tell you, it was all a lie, and Pierre le Rouge has never loved anything but you, you milk-faced, yellow-livered " She stopped again, fighting against her passion.
Word Of The Day