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"But I'm a married woman and sha'n't submit to being treated like a child, grandpa," she said, with a little pout and a toss of her pretty head. "Not even by me?" asked Edward, leaning down over her as he stood behind her chair. "No, not even by you," she returned saucily, looking up into his face with laughing eyes. "I'm your wife, sir, not your child." "Both, I should say," laughed Edward.
Probably he knew the manner of woman he had to deal with, and Bella hid the trinkets away with a guilty blush; they were not much good to her after all, for she did not dare to wear them, lest Jack should ask awkward questions concerning the source from whence they came. "I never can do anything I like," said Bella with a pout.
She is going to make her whole will over again, and now she wants to send some message to Uncle Barty. I don't know what it is yet, but I am to take it. As far as I can understand, she has sent all the way to London for me, in order that I may take a message across the Close." "You talk as though it were very disagreeable, coming to Exeter," said Dorothy, with a little pout.
It is one of the prettiest words in the Nipponese language; it seems almost as if there were a little pout in the very sound a pretty, taking little pout, such as they put on, and also as if a little pert physiognomy were described by it. I shall often make use of it, knowing none other in our own language that conveys the same meaning.
She had beautiful hair, plaited and braided so as to set off her high, round forehead and her rather pointed ears, her thin cheeks, and her pretty chin: she was like a country girl, with fine intelligent dark eyes, very trustful, very soft, rather short-sighted: her nose was a little too large, and she had a tiny mole on her upper lip by the corner of her mouth, and she had a quiet smile which made her pout prettily and thrust out her lower lip, which was a little protruding.
Topman, "that you possess the secret of where Kidd's treasure is buried " "Vel, vel, vel!" exclaimed Hanz, raising his hands in astonishment; "if dat ish'nt so pig a lie as ever vas told. No, mine friend, I knows nothin' apout dis Mr. Kidd, nor his money. Dis one big lie de peoples pout here gits up, as has nothin' petter to do."
The face wore its mildest expression: the grizzled bushy eyebrows had taken their more acute angle of compassionate kindness, and the mouth, habitually compressed with a pout of the lower lip, was relaxed so as to be ready to speak a helpful word or syllable in a moment.
The face was not only pretty, as every one could see, but softly rounded, womanly and most loveable while yet girlish, as only those could fully realize who had known something of the comparative characters of women. It is not to be supposed that Emily Owen knew quite all this of herself. And now what had caused the shadow on the matronly face of Mrs. Owen, and the pout on the red lip of Emily?
"That's lessons," said Olly, with half a pout, "not fun a bit. It's only girls like lessons Boys never do Jacky doesn't, and Francis doesn't, and I don't." "Never mind about it's being lessons, Olly. Come and see if it isn't interesting," said Mrs. Norton. "Now, Milly, find Willingham." Willingham was the name of the town where Milly and Oliver lived.
"I am helping you because I like you, and because you have come here to drive the French away." "I should not think of offering you money, Nita. I know that it is out of pure kindness that you are doing it; but you could not refuse some little trinket to wear, on your wedding day." "I may never get married," the girl said, with a pout. "Oh, I know better than that, Nita!
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