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"I will not think of the beautiful place. I will not think of him, she told herself passionately. "But oh! will he be sorry that I ran away, or will he laugh, and ask that proud servant to see that I haven't stolen anything?" She shook her head mournfully at her own distorted reflection in the cracked mirror, then she sighed and went downstairs.
"That is the question unbelief always asks," she said. "It seems so difficult to answer, and yet it is really so simple. The idea of death of course arose from a distorted projection of the condition of sleep upon the diseased imagination. With sin came the bewilderment of human reason, and the delusion followed as an inevitable morbid growth."
I remember yet the cold chill which passed along my backbone as I noted the tiny gold ear-rings in the ears of one. For all the world they were like pirates stepped out of the pages of romance. And, to make the picture complete, their faces were distorted with anger, and each flourished a long knife. They were both shouting, in high-pitched voices, some foreign jargon we could not understand.
Phil nodded. "I know her." Jim Reid was watching Patches keenly, with a quiet look now and then at Nick. The cowboys were murmuring among themselves. "Pretty good work for a tenderfoot!" "Tenderfoot, hell!" "They've got Nick this trip." "Got nothin'! Can't you see it's a frame-up?" Phil spoke to Nick. "Well, are satisfied? Will you vent your brand?" The big man's face was distorted with passion.
The ten kinds of Heteromerides, with distorted wings, found here, belong to five new classes: the other Heteromerides consist of a Helops and a black Lytta with red thighs. Of beetles furnished with a proboscis, we met with four kinds of Listroderes, two remarkable Cryptorhynchi, and a few others of the shape of a Rhigus.
We moved on a few paces, out of earshot of the girl; but before I could put my questions, she began with a sort of shattered vehemence to protest that Thomas Gilbert's death was suicide. "It was, Mr. Boyne. Anybody who knew the scourge Thomas had been to those he must have loved in his queer, distorted way, and any one who loved them, could believe he might take his own life."
From the stunned calm of the first moment of shock, Ivan had drifted gradually into a fever of acutest feeling. To him, now, his situation assumed monstrous and distorted proportions; for he expected no jot or tittle of favor from the father who had cast him so completely out of his life.
As he witnessed the sorry sight, the unhappy man, unable for the moment to account for his plight, stood aghast, until his gaze, penetrating to the rear of his smudged physiognomy, beheld the reflection of the coal heaps upon the table. At once a savage grin distorted his features into the degree of ugliness not already accomplished by its dusky resting place of the hour previous.
A single glance at Whitmore's white face and they burst through the door, their faces distorted with terror. "Something's happened to Mr. Whitmore!" shouted the clerk. Drummond, the head clerk, leaped forward in a quick offer of assistance. He remained a minute or two in the private office, then emerged, haggard, with eyes staring. "Mr. Whitmore's been shot!" burst from his lips. "Get a policeman.
"There's another picture in there." "Yes Dad's." Now it chanced that as Jeff drew the portrait of Bud's father from the case the boy had turned, and so missed the amazing expression of surprise, dismay, horror, that flitted into Jeff's honest face, and for the moment distorted it. But when he spoke his voice was the same, and his features were composed. "This is your dad?" "Yes.
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