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Updated: May 11, 2025
The glittering ripples met the blue of the horizon sharply, crinkled against the lower spurs of the mountain. As a bird that had skimmed its surface, then plunged for a moment, rose again, Talbot almost expected to see it shake bright drops from its wings.
The Beaches of Lukannon the winter wheat so tall The dripping, crinkled lichens, and the sea-fog drenching all! The platforms of our playground, all shining smooth and worn! The Beaches of Lukannon the home where we were born! I met my mates in the morning, a broken, scattered band.
"That," said Sir William, "is rather a novel point of view. It's not exactly one that is taken by the bulk of people ashore." The figure beside the helmsman crinkled up his eyes as he stared ahead and gave a low-voiced order to the helmsman. "Oh?" he said. "I don't know much about what people ashore think, except that they're all rattled over this so-called Submarine menace.
The candy man stopped his pushcart in front of the old Madison Avenue home. He had a holiday and festival air unusual to street peddlers. His tie was new and bright red, and a horseshoe pin, almost life-size, glittered speciously from its folds. His brown, thin face was crinkled into a semi-foolish smile. Striped cuffs with dog-head buttons covered the tan on his wrists.
I looked exceedingly well and felt well. And Faith, I sez proudly to myself, a sweeter face and prettier dress won't be seen there to-night. She did look lovely. Her soft eyes shone, her cheeks looked pinky, her hair, a sort of a golden brown with some gray in it, crinkled back from her white forward and wuz gathered in a loose knot on the top of her head with a high silver comb.
Mukoki gazed into his companion's face and his eyes were almost pleading as he laid a bronzed crinkled hand upon the white boy's arm. "You take front man ahead of Wabi," he whispered. "I take other t'ree. See that tree heem birch, with bark off? Shoot heem there. You no tremble? You no miss?" "No," replied Rod. He gripped the red hand in his own. "I'll kill, Mukoki.
With fingers which trembled with excitement I adjusted the wires again, and in little more than an hour for the length of the process was always in proportion to the difference in the metals I had before me a knob of ruddy crinkled metal, which answered to every reaction for gold.
Can't you see them now dipping their beaks into the water and cocking their heads up at the sky afterwards!" and she quoted: "Dip, birds, dip Where the ferns lean over, And their crinkled edges drip, Haunt and hover." "Here's the best place yet!" called Dorothy, who had pushed on and was now out of sight. "Where are you?" "Here. See if you can find me," came a muffled answer.
"Who told you that?" he blurted, and Barbara giggled again. "Mr. Ainnesley, I think. Then it is true? I I never believed it before." Watching the blood creep up beneath his tanned skin, she told herself that she did like more than a little the way his eyelids crinkled when he grinned. "We were in San Domingo that year," he explained none too composedly.
Above her high forehead the crinkled golden hair flowed sideways beneath a veil; one hand drooped on the arm of her chair; the other held up an inverted human skull, into which a young Dionysus, smooth, brown and sidelong as the St. John of the Louvre, poured a stream of wine from a high-poised flagon.
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