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Her pudgy arms so reminded him of those shapeless cooky arms that he found himself fascinated by the thought as he watched her moving her bejeweled hands among the trinkets at her end of the glittering table. Her gown, what there was of it, was of black gauze emblazoned with dartling sequins of deep blue. An aigret in her hair twinkled knowingly above her coarse, painted face.
Palus often wore a helmet so bejeweled that its cost would have overtaxed the wealth of Didius Julianus.
It was a figure wholly out of keeping in spite of its conformity in dress with the splendid opera-house, and the bejeweled crowd which filled it. In some symbolic group of modern statuary, it might have stood for the Third Estate for Democracy Labor personified. But it was a Third Estate, as the modern world has developed it armed with all the weapons of the other two!
"It's generally said by strangers that their figures are unusually handsome. Do you think they are?" Faraday agreed to this too. "The girls in the East," said Miss. Ryan, sitting upright with a creaking sound, and drawing her gloves through one satin-smooth, bejeweled hand, "are very thin, aren't they?
Sometimes, lying wide-eyed in the dark, she pictured herself at such a moment, gorgeously gowned, and delightfully disdainful of the bejeweled, becrowned, stately kings and queens and little princelings, dukes and duchesses and earls and countesses, all hanging on the exquisite notes she drew from her strings.
The fortune teller laid the cards to see if Eugene would ever marry Suzanne, and Angela was momentarily gratified to learn that she would never enter his life this from a semi-cadaverous, but richly dressed and bejeweled lady whose ante-room was filled with women whose troubles were of the heart, the loss of money, the enmity of rivals, or the dangers of childbirth.
You have the monster crowd of bejeweled natives, the stir, the bustle, the confusion, the shifting splendors of the costumes dear me, the delight of it, the charm of it are beyond speech. The two-hour wait was over too soon.
But he had them. "It's such a pleasure to meet you," Mrs. Addison, a corpulent, bejeweled lady, was saying to Aileen. "My husband and yours have become the best of friends, apparently. We must see more of each other." She babbled on in a puffy social way, and Aileen felt as though she were getting along swiftly.
Inwardly I warned myself to behave, but I wasn't sure I was going to do it. "Oh, how do you do!" Mrs. Swink, a fat, florid, frizzy person, waddled toward me with out-stretched and bejeweled hands, and took mine in hers. "Mr. Thorne told us you would certainly call, and we've been waiting for you ever since he told us. Charmed to meet you! This is my daughter Madeleine. Where's Madeleine?"
He must remind himself every now and then that the great event transpired in the open air, and not in a gloomy, candle-lighted cell in a little corner of a vast church, up-stairs a small cell all bejeweled and bespangled with flashy ornamentation, in execrable taste.