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It seemed that Kate, in running away from her father’s house and her betrothed bridegroom, and breaking the laws of respectable society, had with that act given over all attempt at any principle. So she set herself down to write her letter, with a pout here and a dimple there, and as much pretty gentleness as if she had been talking with her own bewitching face and eyes quite near to his.
I'll give warning at Red Chief's Crossing, and send the coroner down here." "Let me go with you," she said, earnestly, "it would be such fun. I don't mind being a witness. Or," she added, without heeding Cass's look of astonishment, "I'll wait here till you come back." "But you see, Miss, it wouldn't seem right " began Cass. "But I found him first," interrupted the girl, with a pout.
Do you know, I have not seen you for three long days, an age! But what is the matter? You are unhappy." "My poor Caroline " "There, you see! 'poor Caroline' " "No, no, do not laugh, my darling; we cannot go to the Feydeau Theatre together this evening." Caroline put on a little pout, but it vanished immediately. "How absurd I am! How can I think of going to the play when I see you?
She was an irresponsible little creature, bubbling over with mischief and gaiety, eager to snatch every flower of pleasure that caught her eyes; a dainty little fairy with big blue "wonder" eyes, golden hair, the sweetest rosebud of a mouth, ready to smile or to pout as the mood of the moment suggested, with soft round baby cheeks as delicately flushed as any rose.
She approached the victim with her light step. Her pretty Djali followed her. Gringoire was more dead than alive. She examined him for a moment in silence. "You are going to hang this man?" she said gravely, to Clopin. "Yes, sister," replied the King of Thunes, "unless you will take him for your husband." She made her pretty little pout with her under lip. "I'll take him," said she.
"I don't see what you're laughing at," she said, with a suspicion of a pout. "Hymns are a great deal better for such people than your crazy old books and tool-chests." "Don't be a jay, Marjorie," said Ned bluntly. "He isn't any more such people than we are; and because a fellow is down on his luck he doesn't want everybody shying coffins at him. But here comes Grant; let's see what he says.
I gasped, retracing a step, and flinging my hat in a corner. "That I love you, Marcel that I want you!" "And you can forgive you can forgive?" I cried, as I caught her. Her answer was a laugh that bespoke her scorn of everything of everything save us two, of everything save our love. That and the pout of her red lips was her answer. And if the temptation of those lips But there! I grow indiscreet.
And the pretty face that was turned up in the moonlight wore a charming but decided pout. Good gracious, what was that? The horses were either struggling or fighting in their snow shelters. Then one with a frightened neigh broke from its halter and dashed into the road, only to be plunged snorting and helpless into the drifts. Then the other followed. How silly! Something had frightened them.
'If you're wrong about the money, and he shouldn't come round, where should we be then? 'Nothing venture, nothing have, said the heiress. 'That's all very well; but one might venture everything and get nothing after all. 'You'd get me, said Marie with a pout. 'Yes; and I'm awfully fond of you. Of course I should get you! But
That which began to frighten Pierre, however, was the evil, the wickedness, which he could divine vaguely stirring in the gloom: Cardinal Bergerot suspected, dubbed a Revolutionary, deemed so compromising that he, Pierre, was advised not to mention his name again! The young priest once more saw Cardinal Boccanera's pout of disdain while speaking of his colleague.
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