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Carswell's room, perhaps they'll listen, and what is much more important give you their views on the matter. I," concluded Starmidge, drily, "should very much like to hear them!" The Earl made a wry face. "Oh, all right!" he answered. "If I must, I must. It's not a job that appeals to me, but very well. I'll go now."

He countenanced a mere smile which altered further into a wry, contorted, and ungainly expression that expressed little beyond the awkward fidgetiness of wanting to withdraw from social interaction.

Henry promptly stood up and then Lieutenant Diégo Bernal, standing by the side of him, was about a head the shorter. Then the young lieutenant made a wry face. "And I have drunk wine all my life," he said plaintively, "and he has drunk only water!" The two sat down again, and the others laughed.

"I've heard you say with your own lips," retorted Andrew, "that all a girl required was a comfortable home and a husband who knew his own mind." "But you must remember," explained his father, "I was an old fool then." Andrew sprang to his feet with a wry and bitter face. "You certainly haven't the qualities of age now. I never heard such daft-like rubbish in my life.

He sniffed of the draught, made a wry face and tossed it, glass and all, over the side into the sea. Then he turned on his heel and went into the foc'sle. Wong went aft, followed by most of the watch. I went after Newman. He was sitting on the edge of his bunk, musing, and the note was open upon his knee. He handed it to me to read.

Down to a pale world, that in the haggard gray of morning seemed to bear in its countenance something of the pinch of death, Judith lowered the thing that had so lately been a man. She cut the rope away from the neck, she straightened the wry neck that seemed to wag in pantomimic representation of the last word to the lynchers.

That is to say, he was warped on one side as if he had been scorched before the fire; he had a wry neck, which made his head lean on one shoulder; his hair was smugly powdered, and he had a round, smirking, smiling, apple face, with a bloom on it like that of a frost-bitten leaf in autumn.

Sir Henry made a wry face. "It seems to me that your outlook is a trifle superficial, dear," he grumbled. "However now what the dickens is the matter?" The door had been opened by Mills, with his usual smoothness, but Jimmy Dumble, out of breath and excited, pushed his way into the room. "Hullo? What is it, Jimmy?" his patron demanded. "Beg your pardon, sir," was the almost incoherent reply.

We think not of it. But she still stood looking at him, with a wry smile on that face of hers, pinched with grief and old before its time. Saint-Pol stamped his foot. 'Whom shall we trust in Anjou? he said to Des Barres. Des Barres shrugged. The Duke of Burgundy grumbled something about 'd d women, and King Philip ordered his sister to bed.

He planned endlessly to one purpose: Joan's happiness, Joan's pleasure, Joan's future with him. The memory of the ragged money laid aside for Don he dismissed with a wry smile, gritting his teeth. What mattered in the face of the splendid fact that he was so joyously, so recklessly, so absurdly happy? His life, with its deadly singleness of purpose, should have been simple.