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She found that Joe Rix was staring straight into her eyes, striving to probe her soul to its depths, and by a great effort she was enabled to meet that gaze. Finally the fat little man rose slowly to his feet. Her hands trailed from his shoulders as he stood up and fell helplessly upon her lap. "Well, I'll be hanged, Nell!" exclaimed Joe Rix. "What do you mean?" "You're not acting a part?
The terror had been transferred from himself to her. The colour in her cheeks went out, leaving her as though her face were suddenly shadowed by some overhanging shape. Her eyes never moved nor faltered from the dark into whose heart she gazed. Then, there was a strangled, gasping cry, and she sank down, first onto her knees, then in a white faint, her eyes still staring, lay huddled on the floor.
You hear a low crack, that's all and the man drops down like a limp rag." Not even Ricardo's head, slightly inclined on the left shoulder, had moved; but when he ceased the greenish irises which had been staring out of doors glided into the corners of his eyes nearest to Schomberg and stayed there with a coyly voluptuous expression.
I wonder if what grandfather says is not made up of what Pratt and Anthony want?" "What do you mean, child?" asked the mother, sitting back into a chair and staring at her daughter with vague alarm. "I mean that that grandfather, strong as he seems to be, is influenced in some way by Tony. He goes against my wishes and against your wishes, but he never goes against Tony's." The mother pondered.
Some strange property of the air had dessicated the flesh, leaving the face bare and staring, while the garments seemed scarcely the worse for their long exposure.
When one looked up at the house, with its back against the woods, staring with its surly window-eyes, one saw the resoluteness of the intrenched Kavanagh put into visible form. The dogs came racing to meet Harlan. They knew him as their mistress's friend. She was sitting on the broad porch-rail when he rode up, and he swung his horse close and patted her cheek as one greets a child.
He paused for a moment before the looking-glass to examine himself, with approval, then pushed open the door of the Hot Rooms and went in. Mr Bickersdyke Makes a Concession Mr Bickersdyke was reclining in an easy-chair in the first room, staring before him in the boiled-fish manner customary in a Turkish Bath.
There came a heavy sigh from the direction of the cot which made him start as if a pistol had exploded in his ear; and then he was aware of two large eyes staring at him. There was a tense pause. A drop of perspiration rolled down his cheek-bone and anchored itself stickily on the angle of his jaw.
A glance, however, established the connection between the rear door, which stood ajar, and the young woman who stood staring at him in utterest stupefaction. This, he thought, must be the woman of the voice, upstairs. But she couldn't be Graham's wife. She was too young.
"I wouldn't give in to Her!" she said to Arnold, staring squarely at him. Arnold looked nettled. "Oh, I don't! I don't pay any attention to what she says, except when she's around where I am, and that's not so often you could notice it much! Saunders isn't that kind! Saunders is a gay old bird, I tell you! We have some times together when we get going!"
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