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"And I never saw a girl like you," returned the white-haired boy, and his quick grin made him look suddenly friendly. "What did you crawl out of that window for?" "To get a peach." "Did you get it?" "No. It was just out of reach, after all. And then I leaned too far." The boy was looking up quizzically at the high-hung fruit. "If you want it awfully bad?" he suggested.
Instinctively he had felt the old man flinch; instinctively he knew his pride, already, had been sorely hurt by the necessity of "traveling steerage"; that as they gazed at him the handsome, white-haired, emigrant had felt that his dire poverty had made of him a curiosity.
She pictured her as white-haired, benignant, brooding, the essential mother, with all her own mother's grace and charm left out, yet with these qualities not ill replaced by others which Mathilde sometimes dimly apprehended were lacking in her own beautiful parent. She looked at herself in the glass. "My son's wife," was the phrase in her mind.
Andrew Clark was standing in the middle of the floor, with a look on his face that I had never seen there before, a look of holy tenderness. He held out his arms to the white-haired old lady, who tottered forward to meet him. "Marget! Marget! My own lass, Marget!" he cried huskily, as tears blinded his sight. He caught her and crushed her to him.
We have the photographs of those chalked houses in safe-keeping, against such time as there is a direct challenge on the facts of German methods. But there has come no challenge of facts we that have seen have given names, dates and places only a blanket denial and counter charges of franc-tireur warfare, as carried on by babies in arms, white-haired grandmothers and sick women.
The white-haired servant perfunctorily dusted his napkin round the neck of the bottle of Romanee-Conti, and poured out a glass. Aribert trembled from head to foot. Eugen took up the glass and held it to the light. 'Don't drink it, said Aribert very quietly. 'It is poisoned. 'Poisoned! exclaimed Prince Eugen.
This individual was a short, plethoric-looking, white-haired man of about fifty, with a deep, round voice, and a chuckling, smothering laugh, which, whenever he indulged not only shook his own ample person, but generally created a petty earthquake on every side of him.
Knowing nothing of him, as I did, save the solitary fact that he was the white-haired gentleman I saw dead in my Picture, I naturally wanted to learn as much as I could from this old servant of ours as to the family conditions. "Then you thought him harsh, in the servants'-hall?" I said tentatively to Jane. "You thought him hard and unbending?"
The large brass scales near the flour-bins glinted; and the glass cake-stands, with scarce a tart among them, also caught the faint flare of the gas. "What's the matter, Daniel? Anything wrong?" Samuel asked, feeling boyish as he usually did in the presence of Daniel. The well-favoured white-haired man seized him with one hand by the shoulder in a grip that convicted Samuel of frailty.
There were five candles, and he lit them all. They revealed him a clean-shaven, white-haired man, meticulously dressed in black black swallowtail coat, open waistcoat, and frilled shirt-front, on which his laundress must have spent hours of labour; closely fitting black knee-breeches, black silk stockings, black polished shoes.
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