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"Oh, dear dad, how can you say anything so cruel?" cried Ida, burrowing her towsy golden hair into her father's shirt front, while Clara pressed her cheek against his whisker. "Of course we shall give her up, if you prefer it." "Of course we shall, papa." The Doctor patted the two caressing heads. "These are my own two girls again," he cried. "It has been my fault as much as yours.
It was dusk when they rode down the hill together. They followed the cañon road to its meeting with the main highway at the northern edge of Amalon. Where the roads joined they passed Bishop Wright, who, with his hat off, turned to stare at them, and to pull at his fringe of whisker in seeming perplexity. "He must have been on his way to our house," Prudence called.
No, sir, not precisely 'ardly that, sir, and then only very occasional, sir!" "Then you've never got on to yourself got wise to yourself seen yourself as you really are?" Mr. Brimberly goggled and groped for his whisker. "I mean," pursued his master, "you have never seen all your secret weaknesses and petty meannesses stripped stark naked, have you?" "N-naked, sir!" faltered Mr.
His face was good, rather darkish in complexion, and he wore neither beard nor whisker which was rather odd for a sailor, whose opportunities for shaving are none of the best. But Ben liked a clean face, and always kept one. He was no sea dandy, however, and never exhibited himself, even on Sundays, with fine blue jacket and fancy collars as some others were wont to do.
He was a sturdy creature in his well-cut, well-cared-for black suit. For all he was past middle life there was little about him to emphasise the fact unless it were his trim, well-brushed snow-white hair, and the light covering of whisker and beard of a similar hue. He looked to be full of strength of purpose and physical energy.
That reasonable indulgence shall never be abused; our Catholic emancipation of moustache and imperial, whisker and the rest, shall not be a pretence for lion's manes, or the fringe of goats and monkeys: we would not so far follow unsophisticated nature as to relapse into barbarous wild men; but diligently squaring, pointing, combing, and perfuming those natural manly decorations, after the most approved modes of Raleigh, Walsingham, and Shakspeare, and heroical Edward the Black Prince, and venerable apostolic Bede, we will encroach little further than to discard our comfortless starched collars and strangling stocks, to adopt once more in lieu thereof open necks and vandyke borders.
Mistress Corbet wrinkled her nose at the damp earthy smell that breathed out of the dark. "I am glad I am not a priest," she said. "And I would sooner be buried dead than alive. And there is a rat there that sorely needs burying." "My dear lady!" cried the contriver of the passage indignantly, "her Grace might sleep there herself and take no harm. There is not even the whisker of a rat."
To all the excitements of champagne and punch, let the attractions of a French ballet be added, and, with a singularly pretty companion at your side, to whom you have already made sufficient advances to be aware that you are no longer indifferent to her, and I venture to predict, that it is much more likely your conversation will incline to flirting than political economy; and, moreover, that you make more progress during the performance of one single pas de deux upon the stage, than you have hitherto done in ten morning calls, with an unexceptionable whisker and the best fitting gloves in Paris.
The long whisker of the Archduke of Hockheimer curled with renewed rage; audible, though suppressed, was the growl of the hairy Elector of Steinberg; fearful the corporeal involutions of the tall Baron of Asmanshausen; and savagely sounded the wild laugh of the bright-eyed Margrave of Rudesheimer. "Silence, my Lords!" said the Grand Duke.
And they'll be put in prison, and we shall be branded outcasts, the children of felons. And it won't be at all nice for father and mother either, she added, by a candid afterthought. 'But what can WE do? asked Jane. 'Nothing at least we might look for the Psammead again. It's a very, very hot day. He may have come out to warm that whisker of his.
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