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"Quiet, for a minute," he whispered warningly to Pope, who, big-eyed and trembling, resembled a man on the threshold of some most appalling discovery. Bart's strained hearing shortly caught a rustling sound. It was followed by a kind of choking moan. Unmistakably, he decided, both came from the trunk. "Is it locked? No," he said, examining the front of the trunk.
When she did not see him for a long time, as he vowed should be the case after he had carried her safely home, she would forget. Then honesty demanded that he probe his own feelings. Sternly, as if judging a renegade, he searched out in his simple way the truth. This big-eyed lass with her nameless charm would bewitch even a borderman, unless he avoided her. So much he had not admitted until now.
They were Martians monstrous creatures, huge-chested, humpbacked, with tremendously long, thin legs and arms, their big-eyed, big-eared heads mere excrescences in front of their humps. Trailing slowly through the desert toward Aurorae Sinus, they passed near the skeleton bodies. One of the Martians saw them.
Doris had been standing there big-eyed and never once asked for Solomon. Aunt Priscilla began to fold the gown. It still had a crackle and rustle delightful to hear. And there was a roll of new pieces. "Why, next summer I could have a lovely drawn bonnet only it does cost so much to have one made. I wish I knew how," said Betty.
And she drew away from him, for this man was no longer smiling. "You burned my Hero and Leander! You! you big-eyed fool! You lisping idiot! you wriggling, cuddling worm! you silken bag of guts! had not even you the wit to perceive it was immortal beauty which would have lived long after you and I were stinking dirt? And you, a half-witted animal, a shining, chattering parrot, lay claws to it!"
"That started me fighting, and I fought daily without provocation. Dirty, scaly fisted little rat, whose stockings sagged around his shoes, fighting for money in the saloons! The men liked me, too. All of them called me their kid. I used to stand big-eyed and watch the faro-table stacked with gold. There were days, too, when I went out alone over the hills.
"Damn him!" he thought, glowering with big-eyed contempt at the huddled creature; "he hasna the pluck o' a pig! How can he stand talk like this without showing he's a man? When I was a child on the brisket, if a man had used me as I'm using him, I would have flung mysell at him.
"Don't I look like a an imposing married woman now? Don't I seem a bit oh, just a bit nicer?" His eyes twinkled as he bent to look more closely at me. "You look you look, my little girl, exactly like the pretty, big-eyed, wheedling-voiced child I wished to have for my own daughter." I caught his hand in both of mine. "Now, that's like my own, own Bishop!" I cried.
"What are you, then, you little white-faced, big-eyed devil?" "Charley, I I got something to to tell you. "Bring me a lamb stew and a beer, light. What'll you have, little white-face?" "Some milk and " "She means with suds on, waiter." "No no; milk, I said milk over toast. Milk toast I gotta eat it. Why don't you lemme talk, Charley? I gotta tell you." He was suddenly sober. "What's hurting you?
And so it turned out, for in a day's fishing over at Sausalito Tom caught many silver smelt and tomcod, with flat, ugly flounders, and a red, big-eyed rock-cod. The frightened boy almost fell out of the boat, too, when he pulled in a large sting-ray, or "stingaree," as the boatman called it.
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