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Obediently she lay down, and Mrs. Farraday covered her feet. Mary noticed her fine white skin, soft as a baby's, the thousand tiny lines round her gentle eyes, her simple dress of brown silk with a cameo at the neck, her little, blue-veined hands. No wonder the son of such a woman impressed one with his extraordinary kindliness.
As usual, Guy overruled, and seating himself at the table, the doctor was just commencing: "I hereby certify " while Guy was bending over him, when the latter was startled by a hand laid firmly on his arm, and turning quickly he confronted Madeline Clyde, who, with her short hair pushed from her blue-veined forehead, her face as pale as ashes, save where a round spot of purplish red burned upon her cheeks, and her eyes gleaming like coals of fire, stood before him.
"Look, Miss Edith!" and Victor grasped her bridle rein, directing her attention to the arms folded upon the window and the girlish head resting upon the arms, in the attitude of a weary child. One little ringless, blue-veined hand was plainly discernible in the bright moonlight, and Edith thought how small and white and delicate it was.
"Do women wear gowns without sleeves?" she asked. "They do." "Have I a beautiful arm?" She stretched it out, white, blue-veined, the skin fine as satin, the lines graceful and flowing, a round, firm, strong arm. "The most beautiful I ever saw," he replied. But the pleasure his compliment gave her was not communicated to him.
"It's making me thin," she ventured as she shook a little shower of tears off her black lashes and again smilingly regained control of her own hands, but displaying a slender blue-veined wrist for his sympathetic inspection. "Help!" exclaimed David, taking possession of the wrist and circling it with his thumb and forefinger. "Let me send for a crate of eggs and a case of the malt-milk!
Delicacy commanded that I should repress the gloomy anticipations with which my soul became fraught when I heard of this plan. The fatal day arrived, and we assembled in force. Mrs. Flipfield senior formed an interesting feature in the group, with a blue-veined miniature of the late Mr.
Nobody is in the great pew of the Clavering family, except the statues of defunct baronets and their ladies: there is Sir Poyntz Clavering, Knight and Baronet, kneeling in a square beard opposite his wife in a ruff: a very fat lady, the Dame Rebecca Clavering, in alto-relievo, is borne up to Heaven by two little blue-veined angels, who seem to have a severe task and so forth.
Presently he stretched his hand across the little space that divided him from his companion. "Gaston," he said, "I thank you. It does make a difference. It makes all the difference in the world." His thin, blue-veined hand fell upon Gaston's strong, brown one, which lay spread upon the chairarm. Gaston did not flinch under the touch. He did not seem to notice it.
The poor old woman went on grumbling, shaking with emotion, and carrying her dead cat by the tail, like a dead rabbit. "Oh, dear, oh, dear! my poor boy, my poor lad, if he were only here; for sure, they'd never dared a-do it." Tears were falling down in her poor wrinkles; and her rough blue-veined hands trembled. Gaud had put her cap straight again, and tried to comfort her with soothing words.
She raised her white, blue-veined hands and looked at them; they did not seem made for struggling, and a sense of powerlessness, born of bodily weakness, enwrapped her in its hopeless gloom.
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