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Pue's mental part, and the internal operations of his head, than the frizzled wig had contained of the venerable skull itself. They were documents, in short, not official, but of a private nature, or at least written in his private capacity, and apparently with his own hand. I could account for their being included in the heap of Custom-House lumber only by the fact that Mr.
At this stage of the operation the Primadonna was neither Cordova nor Margaret Donne; there was something terrifying about the exaggeratedly painted mask when the wig was gone and her natural hair was drawn tightly back. She thought she was like a monstrous skinned rabbit with staring brown eyes.
"All I want to know is that it isn't stage fright that's keeping you off the program at Sutherland." "No," replied the girl. "It isn't stage fright. I'm I'm sorry I can't begin right away to earn the money to pay you back. But I can't." "Not even in a velvet and spangle costume Low neck, short sleeves, with blond wig and paint and powder? You'll not know yourself, my dear really."
The anchors carried at the bows of a vessel. An anchor to be shot out or lowered in case of a great danger, carried abaft the forerigging; formerly the largest anchor. Bag-wig. See Wig. Barge. See Boats. Bilging. To bilge = to be stove in, or suffer serious injury in the bilge, which is the bottom part of a ship's hull. Boats: Barge.
And her glass as well as her husband told her that equal to; after a few pages she lost her understanding of a she suffered daily in her appearance. Her hair was falling; she one day told the servant that she would soon have to buy a wig. Poor Alice! And she had not even the resource of railing against the social state. What a pity she had never studied that subject!
Oh, he's a precious rogue, is Scarlet Jem! As for the cove on t' other side," continued the host of the Jolly Angler, pointing to Long Ned, "all I can say of him, good, bad, or indifferent, is that he has an unkimmon fine head of hair; and now, youngster, as you knows him, s'pose you goes and sits by him, and he'll introduce you to the rest; for, split my wig!"
The hunchback's answer was to snatch his wig from between the apprentice's tongs, clap it on his head, ram his hat on the top of it, and flounce out at the shop door. The streets were full of folk, but he passed through them at an amazing speed.
"An' yo' swore dat oath on de Crucifix, Missy, on de Crucifix in a dyin' man's han'." Sam's accusing eyes held Nancy spellbound. Mechanically she readjusted her wig. Quickly her right hand sought the papers lying on the table, and before either of the men realized her intention she had slipped from the room and was gone.
Her head, from which the greater part of the hair had fallen off; would have been less shocking to see than the hideously youthful wig by which she tried to hide the loss. No deterioration of her complexion, no wrinkling of her skin, could have been so dreadful to look at as the rouge that lay thick on her cheeks, and the white enamel plastered on her forehead.
"My wig!" he said, when he rose, gasping and puffing, into open water at the farther end. "It was a long dive, but it was worth it." The sea cows had separated and were browsing lazily along the edges of the finest beaches that Kotick had ever seen.
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