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The foot of the ox being set in the centre, the square was gathered about the ankle and fastened with a thong of buck-skin. "Are all of your cattle in this condition, Mr. Arnold?" I asked. "Only one other's 's bad's this, but all uv 'em's bad." "That certainly is a very bad-looking foot. I don't see how you kept up, with cattle in that condition." "Had to, or git left."
By Jove! fancy a man trying to make love on strictly truthful principles, determining never to utter a word of mere compliment or hyperbole, but to scrupulously confine himself to exact fact! Fancy his gazing rapturously into his mistress' eyes and whispering softly to her that she wasn't, on the whole, bad-looking, as girls went!
Miss Danton's brother raised his handsome brown eyes to the exquisite face, and took a long survey. "She ought to be a beauty if she looks like that. Belle blonde, and I admire blondes so much! do you know, Grace, I think I shall fall in love with her?" "Don't. It will be of no use." "Why not? I am a Danton a gentleman a member of the learned profession of medicine and not so bad-looking.
Miss Chillingham had a turned-up nose, and a face which was apt to be slightly freckled at this time of year; for she contemned vanity and veils. For fear of doing her an injustice, it must be added that she was not at all bad-looking; quite the contrary All that can be noted in this brief space is that Beatrice Chillingham was herself.
"You will have such things some day, I daresay, and set them off better than Miss Granger. She is not a bad-looking young woman good complexion, fine figure, and so on but as stiff as a poker." "I think she is mentally stiff, papa; she is a sort of person I could never get on with. How I wish you were coming with me this morning!" "I couldn't manage it, Clarissa.
She was always shy and dreaded conversations or discussions. She was a woman of forty, not at all bad-looking, fat and buxom, with black eyes and eyebrows, good-natured from fatness and laziness, and absurdly bashful. "Who... are you?" he went on, addressing the man. But at that moment the door was flung open, and, stooping a little, as he was so tall, Razumihin came in.
As we toiled up the sandy lane leading from Dangerfield Station to Dangerfield Park, we were overtaken by a smart, high dogcart, drawn by a clever, raking-looking bay mare, and driven by the owner of the freckles, the pointers, and the white hat. "Bachelor, my dear," said Aunt Deborah as he whisked by, "and not at all a bad-looking man either." "How do you know he's a bachelor, aunt?"
He slackened his pace, and, perceiving how entirely unconscious Mercy was of his approach, deliberately studied her, feature, dress, attitude, all, as scrutinizingly as if she had been painted on canvas and hanging on a wall. "Upon my word," he said to himself, "she isn't bad-looking, after all. I'm not sure that she isn't pretty.
Many of the inhabitants are descended from some of those English pirates whose headquarters were, for nearly a hundred years, on the island of Madagascar, but who, about the middle of the seventeenth century, growing weary of their lawless calling, settled here. As their wives were mostly from Madagascar, they are somewhat darkish, but not bad-looking.
The girls were not bad-looking in a flamboyant style and effusively good-natured; they took his chaff and criticism without offence, and accepted with giggles his hints with respect to manners and appearance. When Douglas happened to be expected, they did not stroll about slip-shod in dressing-gowns, with their hair hanging loose, or bombard one another with corks and crusts.
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