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He was a small person, with stripes about his eyes; dressed in a Scotch highland cap, khaki breeches, and a shooting coat miles too big for him. His soul was earnest, his courage great, his training good, his intelligence none too brilliant. Timothy, our cook, was pure Swahili. He was a thin, elderly individual, with a wrinkled brow of care. This represented a conscientious soul.
That vigorous blonde woman, ruddy from golf and thin from horseback riding, with calm nerves and an endless fund of gossip, brought a vital thrill into the Long Island house.
'They talked of prosecuting the magnificent footman. 'Ay, followed Seymour, 'and nobody could tell where the magnificent footman bolted. He vanished into thin air. 'Ay, of course, Melville struck in; 'and the magic enveloped the lady for some time. At this point Mr. George Uplift gave a horse-laugh. He jerked in his seat excitedly.
The songs of the young girls, interrupted by the explosion of hotel slogans and college cries from the young men, floated off to him on the thin breeze of the cloudless August morning, like the hymns and shouts of a saturnalian rout going in holiday processional to sacrifice to their gods.
I never saw him properly because he was gone ashore and out of sight when I came on deck in the morning; but he gave me the notion of the feeblest creature that ever breathed. His voice was thin like the buzzing of a mosquito.
But be careful how you step; for in some places the snow has fallen upon a mass of leaves filling a swampy hollow. Above there is a thin crust of snow, but under the leaves the oozy ground is still soft. Upon the dark pines the snow has lodged, making the boughs bend downwards.
Mr Whittlestaff was a tall, thin man, not quite six feet, with a face which a judge of male beauty would hardly call handsome, but which all would say was impressive and interesting. We seldom think how much is told to us of the owner's character by the first or second glance of a man or woman's face.
He was a thin, pale, small-featured, man with weak eyes that now blinked desperately. "Answer as best you can. Use your wits, man. I can stay no longer." Within an hour of his going came an officer of the Secretary's to Nuttall's miserable hovel.
Geneviève looked at the thin shoulders and narrow chest of the girl, noted her growing pallor and wondered how long such a physique could withstand the strain of hard work and overtime. She sighed. Something of her thoughts must have shown in her face, for the girl reddened and her lips tightened. Without another word she slammed the door in her visitor's face. Mrs.
My lady, standing in the shadow rather than the light, paused a few moments before replying to this question. "I have been to Chelmsford," she said, "shopping; and " She hesitated twisting her bonnet strings in her thin white fingers with an air of pretty embarrassment. "And what, my dear?" asked the baronet "what have you been doing since you came from Chelmsford?
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