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He extricated himself from her grasp, which relaxed as her lips writhed into a smile of scorn and triumph, and, spurning her while she lay before the threshold, he opened the door, sprang forward, and escaped.
Its head was bald and burnished; its face round, and fat, and white; and hideous laughter seemed to have writhed its features into an eternal grin. From the eyes streamed rays of scarlet light, the mouth was a wide well of fire, and a hideous garment, like to his own, swathed with its silent snows the Titan form.
It was a moral defeat more than anything else. His mind was made up to remain in the mountains until he starved, or until he had removed those shameful ropes his own rope! At that thought he writhed again. But here an arroyo opening in the ragged wall of a cliff caught his eye.
And I had told but twenty years, and my heart had been mellowed in the tender sunshine of a happy home, and I had loved this boy as a stranger; and lo, he was Roland's son! I forgot all else, looking upon that anguish; and I threw myself on the ground by the form that writhed there, and folding my arms round the breast which in vain repelled me, I whispered, "Comfort, comfort: life is long.
The best is to put my cane between my legs and rest my chin on it; but even that is uncomfortable, for the Englishman has writhed all over me by this time and is snoring creditably. I look him over; an Etonian, as I guess. Certain well-bred-well-fedness. Except for the position well, c'est la guerre. The women are speaking softly. "And do you know, my dear, that they had raids again in Paris?
Her face writhed, and she shut her eyes, unable to contemplate some hideous apparition. He suspected that she was fighting desperately an impulse that suggested succor; and he was sure she had strangled it, when her hands fell nerveless at her side, and she raised her bowed head. If the finger of paralysis had passed over her features, they would not have appeared more hopelessly fixed.
"My father," said Harold, mournfully, "returns to his own earldom; and of all our House you will have but the mild face of your queen by your side!" The King's lip writhed at that hinted rebuke, or implied consolation.
Alas! his anecdotes would never earn for him that prize of persons in society, the label of a "good chap" and "sportsman." "Have you ever been in Baghdad?" he feebly asked. The fat man did not answer; he had begun an anecdote, and in his broad expanse of face his tiny mouth writhed like a caterpillar. The anecdote was humorous.
The ci-devant aide-de-camp of an Emperor writhed under the harrow of Gambetta and Freycinet. As for Regnier, on his return to England he seems to have haunted Chislehurst.
Then in convulsion he writhed, to heave on his back, and stretch out a ghastly spectacle. Ellen backed away from it, her white arms wide, a slow horror blotting out the passion of her face. Then from without came a shrill call and the sound of rapid footsteps. Ellen leaned against the wall, staring still at Colter. "Hey, Jim what's the shootin'?" called Springer, breathlessly.
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