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They tried not to show it, for that would have been impolite, but Eddie Bannon saw it, and grinned at their unbelief. When the blacks were in the traces, Bannon took the reins. One of the men offered him a long wicked-looking whip, but he spurned it. "No," he said, "if the blacks won't pull for love, they won't for a beating." So then he spoke to them. Willing hands started the wheels.
It contained no picture either of a woman or a horse. The dingy white wall was relieved by groups of barbarous weapons Thibetan daggers, a pair of wicked-looking kookries, the jezail and Brown Bess of Border tribesmen, and the murderous Afghan knife, whose triangular two-foot blade has disfigured too many British uniforms.
Scarce a square rod, within a circle of several hundred fathoms' circumference, that did not exhibit their stiff, wicked-looking dorsal fins cutting sharply above the surface. Of course the presence of the dead whale accounted for this unusual concourse of the tyrants of the deep.
I don't mind that young chauffeur with one leg lost in the war, but I don't like that wicked-looking red vermilion motor-car of her grace's, though the slum-folks do, and you should hear them cheer, Miss Jill, when it goes down Shadwell way."
Kaliko at once withdrew and presently returned with a score of nomes, all of whom were nearly as evil looking as their hated master. They bore great golden pincers, and prods of silver, and clamps and chains and various wicked-looking instruments, all made of precious metals and set with diamonds and rubies.
From time to time this hand clenched tightly and spasmodically into a fist, large, heavy-boned and wicked-looking. The man lay in the dry grass of a tiny glade that ran down to the tree-fringed bank of the stream.
After all, the loveliest rose in my garden, the Sunburst, lifts its fragrant flower of creamy orange on a stalk bristling with wicked-looking mahogany spikes. If I'm very careful about cutting it, I don't prick my fingers and the thorns really add to the effect. A friend of mine once wrote an article on motoring in Southern California for one of the smart Eastern magazines.
He had what he afterwards called a grand sight of the bird's wonderful clear eyes, its hooked beak, and its wicked-looking claws, and he marvelled at the enormous stretch of its pinions. Once it made a dash at him, spreading itself close against the wall of rock, covering him like a cloak.
The spread cloth, with its wonderful reddish roses and dark green stems, all so simple, and somehow so wicked-looking, lay at her feet. She went on her knees before it, her dark curls dropping. He saw her crouched voluptuously before his work, and his heart beat quickly. Suddenly she looked up at him. "Why does it seem cruel?" she asked. "What?"
Constans guessed acutely that the full current from the dynamo must be passing through the metal framework of the great chair; he moved a little farther back and stood on guard. There was a glitter in the old man's eye that was disquieting, and Constans did not relish the idea of a hand-to-hand struggle in this contracted space with these wicked-looking wires running in every direction.
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