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Updated: May 26, 2025
The Arab boy who cleans my boots and cares for "Citron," my mare, looks down on me from a perfectly unspeakable height of superiority. The men do not matter, but to be insulted so by a woman, a very pretty woman, made my hair crinkle! I had heard that the Mohammedan women do not veil before the infidels. But I had never realized the overpowering weight of the insult before.
But occasionally he noticed that in street cars noses would begin to crinkle around him, and every once in a while, even in a crowded conveyance he would find himself the center of a little oasis of vacant seats which he had created around himself.
"Sallie," he answered seriously, with a glint in his eyes over at me, "if you'll give me a few days longer, I will then have found out by experience what a real woman is and I'll begin on Henrietta for you accordingly." "Don't be too hard on the kiddie," Cousin James answered him with the crinkle in the corner of his eyes that might have been called shrewd in eyes less beautifully calm.
The rest breakfasted in the seclusion of their several apartments, with their hair in crimping-pins. Miss Granger was too perfect a being to crinkle her hair, or to waste three hours on dressing, even for a wedding.
High up in the glossy leaves one can sometimes hear a little pattery sound, finer than the crinkle of tissue paper a pretty little sound like a quiet sprinkle of cooling rain. When he does that he is whispering to the clouds that bring the freshness of the summer shower.
"What! you travel at night, and leave a cheery tavern like this?" All at once the crinkle of a chill ran across the Chevalier's shoulders. The thumb, the forefinger and the second of the priest's left hand were twisted, reddened stumps. "Yes, at night; and the wind will be rough, beyond the hills. But I have suffered worse discomforts;" and to this statement the priest added a sour smile.
The old shoulders would shake, the face crinkle into a raisin, and the little spade of gray beard heave to the springy laughter. "Law! Mrs. Beckah. if you ain't the greatest one to joke." "Joke nothing. It's a fine match. A good upstanding church member like you and a fine-looking woman like Willie." Lilly would turn a quirking but disapproving eye upon her mother.
She broke into musical laughter, natural and easy. "I don't happen to have fifty thousand with me." "Oh, well, say forty thousand. I'm no wizard to guess the exact figure." Her swift glance at him was almost timid. "Nor forty thousand," she murmured. "I should think, ma'am, you'd crinkle more than a silk-lined lady sailing down a church aisle on Sunday."
Like the leaves in fall, truly, they came drifting out of the forest, long slim craft, made with a wondrous cunning of birchbark peeled from the tree in one piece, fitted to frames of ash fragile as cockleshell and strong as steel under the practised hand, and smeared in every crinkle and crease and crevasse with the resinous gum of the pine tree.
And do you know, I like the squareness of your jaw, and the way your eyes crinkle up when you laugh; and as for your being an engineer why one of the very first men I ever loved was the engineer in 'Soldiers of Fortune."
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