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She at once defended the smokers, for it is to be feared that numbers always had weight with her. "Oh, but cigarettes is lubly smell!" she said. "Untle Georgiecums maybe be too 'ittle boy for smokings!" This archness was greeted loudly by the smokers, and Mr. Crooper was put upon his mettle. He spoke too quickly to consider whether or no the facts justified his assertion. "Me?
I stood between anger and God knows what other feelings, now starting away, now coming back to her. But I always came back. "You have ever said you would marry an earl, Dolly," I said sadly. "I believe you do not care for any of us one little bit." She turned away, so that for the moment I could not see her face, then looked at me with exquisite archness over her shoulder.
She looked at me with a significant archness, that made me colour; and I hastily answered, "No, indeed, Ma'am!" "You have not!" cried she, yet more drily; "then pray, my dear, do you stay at home to help,-or to hinder others?" "To do neither, Ma'am," answered I, in much confusion; "so, if you please, I will not stay at home."
But all that Marian saw was an affectation in that twisted position, a straining round of the eyes, and a kind of determination at archness of expression in the mouth. Where was the merry, artless, sweet-looking Selina she remembered, whose yet unformed though very pretty features had faded from her memory, and left only the lively, good-natured expression which, here she sought in vain?
But the clustering profusion of ringlets, which, escaping from under her cap, were only confined by a green ribbon from wantoning over her shoulders; her cast of features, soft and feminine, yet not without a certain expression of playful archness, which redeemed their sweetness from the charge of insipidity, sometimes brought against blondes and blue-eyed beauties, these attracted more admiration from the western youth than either the splendour of her equipments or the figure of her palfrey.
"He might have worn it a hundred times without showing it half so much." "Well, he's nothing to me," she serenely observed. "Not any more than I am?" "Now, Mr. Dewy," said Fancy severely, "certainly he isn't any more to me than you are!" "Not so much?" She looked aside to consider the precise compass of that question. "That I can't exactly answer," she replied with soft archness.
Archness, however, was thrown away on Fontenoy. He stood beside her, awkward and irresponsive. Not being allowed to be womanish, she could only try once more to be political. "It's to be a great attack on Mr. Dowson, isn't it?" she asked him. "You and George are mad about some things he has been doing? He's Home Secretary, isn't he? Yes, of course!
David E. Drack, yet neither was she ominously bold; she was bland and "good," Julia made sure at a glance, and of a large complacency, as the good and the bland are apt to be a large complacency, a large sentimentality, a large innocent, elephantine archness: she fairly rioted in that dimension of size.
Her hair fell in long dark braids down her shoulders and back, and was parted above a low smooth forehead, in a way to soften the expression of eyes that were full of archness and natural feeling.
But it is not to be supposed that because Lesbia was beautiful, Mary was plain. This is very far from the truth. Mary had splendid hazel eyes, with a dancing light in them when she smiled, ruddy auburn hair, white teeth, a deeply-dimpled chin, and a vivacity and archness of expression, which served only in her present state of tutelage for the subjugation of old women and shepherd boys.
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