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His words and voice were in preposterous contrast to his appearance. "Riddle me your riddle," she commanded. "What is every man in love with once in his life?" "An ideal." "Ah! And your ideal where do you keep it safe from the common gaze?" "I tether it to my heart with a single hair," said the man below. "Oh," commented Miss Brewster, in a changed tone. And, again, "Oh," just a little blankly.

"'And now began the change in our friends. Baji Lal ceased to come to our village meetings, and Devaka shunned every woman, even her most intimate friends. For a while this strange behaviour did not attract special attention, although noted and commented on afterwards.

Having discussed this, a second conference took place; questions were again asked, and the answers again commented on. Between whiles lighter topics were discussed. My beard, too, was the subject of some admiration, and many questions were asked about personal peculiarities which it is not the custom to allude to in European society.

She was a very beautiful elderly woman who, despite her age, had a face as unlined and calm as a young girl's face could be. One character in the book commented upon the woman's youth and charm, and another character agreed that she was beautiful and charming, but that she'd be worth more if she had a few lines on her face.

I said I might in the interests of science and justice not otherwise. "Well, your face is sufficiently dirty," he commented, "so that with the overalls you don't look very much as you did the first time you went in. I don't think they will recognize you. Do I look pretty good?" "You look like a coal-heaver out of a job," I said. "I can scarcely restrain my admiration." "All right.

"He loved her, and she loved him: but after they'd been married a while he found out that, although he understood her, she didn't and couldn't possibly ever understand him." "Yes," commented Mitchell, "and if he hadn't caught the sex problem, nor been reading about it, he would never have found that out."

After she had moved a few steps she sprang into the path and scampered off like a child, her basket swinging, vanishing through a door in the upper wall on my left. "Neat little piece!" Bambilio commented. "Taking, and every part of her pretty. Fine calves, especially." I was by this time in a condition which, had I been old and fat, must have brought on an apoplexy.

I should have taken it!" "I know better," Ned commented. "We don't need his money, any more than we need the half million or so Collins offered us." "Wonder what Collins will do now?" asked Frank. "He'll duck!" replied Jimmie. The little fellow was right. Thomas Q. Collins was heard of no more, either in Paraguay or Peru.

On his way to the diner at noon the range-rider passed her again. She was alone for the moment and as she leaned back her soft round throat showed a beating pulse. Her cheeks were burning and her starry eyes were looking into the future with a happy smile. "You pore little maverick," the man commented silently. The two had the table opposite him.

The marvelous growth of the colonies in population and wealth, much commented upon by all observers and asserted by ministers as one principal reason why Americans should pay taxes, was indeed well worth some consideration.