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The shy invitation of her dark-lashed eyes was not to be denied. He flung away discretion and snatched her into his arms. An inarticulate little sound welled up from her throat, and with a gesture wholly savage and feminine her firm arms crept about his neck and fastened there. The Sins of the Fathers
Bridgie sat demurely on a high-backed chair, a sweet-faced nun, with her golden hair hidden from sight, and her dark-lashed eyes looking lovelier than ever when contrasted with the white bands across her forehead.
It became an angel, a fairy, a woman Julia. She flew not far off, level with his eyes and, as she approached, she slowed her stately flight. Billy made no movement. He only stood and waited and watched. But perhaps never before in his life had his eyes become so transparently the windows of his soul. Quite as intently, Julia's eyes, big, gray, and dark-lashed, considered him.
She was prepared for tear-drenched eyes and trembling lips but she found neither. Isidore's dark-lashed lids drooped heavily over his unseeing eyes, his head rolled loosely from side to side, and he began to slip, silently and unconsciously to the floor. Teacher, in wild alarm, bore him to an open window and sent Patrick Brennan in flying search of the Principal.
There was a certain magnificence about her arms, shoulders, hair, which had darkened since he first knew her, about the turn of her neck, the silkiness of her garments, her dark-lashed, grey-blue eyes she was certainly as handsome at forty as she had ever been. A fine possession, an excellent housekeeper, a sensible and affectionate enough mother.
Into the twilight sped Quarrier, head bent, but his soft, dark-lashed eyes of a woman fixed steadily ahead. Every energy, every thought was now bent to this newest phase of the same question which he and Fate were finding simpler to solve every minute.
But, as a matter of fact, no other feature was conspicuously beautiful, and it was difficult to realise where the charm of her face rested until the full force of the dark-lashed eyes was recognised. Within them lay the secret of the power she wielded. Although not above the average height, a graceful and well-proportioned figure gave the impression of a greater stature.
After the first startled glance one might have thought from her expression that he habitually wore one black eye, one swollen lip, one cauliflower ear, and a strip of gauze across his check. The dark-lashed eyes lifted from him to take on a business-like directness. She rang for the man. "Have the runabout brought round at once, Stevens. I'll drive myself," she gave orders.
"No, you can't, and that's the end of it!" shouted Rufus. Ben's smile had vanished. His eyes had sparks in them as he looked down at the shorter man. "Not at all the end of it," he returned. "Miss Melody decides this. Can you give me a few minutes?" As he addressed her he again met the wonderful, dark-lashed eyes that were beseeching him.
Daly's gray, dark-lashed eyes were almost black with pleased excitement as he asked: "What's his name?" "Coghlan Charles Coghlan." "Why, he's Irish?" "So are you Irish-American," I answered defensively, pretending to misunderstand him. "Well, you ought to be Irish yourself!" he said sternly. "I did my best," I answered modestly. "I was born on St. Patrick's Day!" "In the mornin'?" he asked.
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