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The one, austere, high-nosed, eagle-eyed, and dominant, was none other than the illustrious Lord Bellinger, twice Premier of Britain. The other, dark, clear-cut, and elegant, hardly yet of middle age, and endowed with every beauty of body and of mind, was the Right Honourable Trelawney Hope, Secretary for European Affairs, and the most rising statesman in the country.
We standing there cool as cucumbers in the front room of the house talking for half an hour and Veronica out in the kitchen all the while, masquerading as cook!" "You pretty nearly upset the surprise, though, Mistress Sahwah," said Nyoda, "with your suspicions in regard to my having a cook. It's next to impossible to take you in, you eagle-eyed Indian!
Barry had got almost to Madison Avenue before another eagle-eyed copper holds him up. He does it more or less rough, too. "Drop that, now!" says he. "Certainly not," says Barry, lyin' enthusiastic. "It's my pole." "Is it, then?" says the cop. "Maybe you can show the sergeant yet? And maybe I don't know where you pinched it. Walk along, now."
I would apologize for this digression but for the fact that the information I am about to offer is apology enough in itself. And since I digress constantly anyhow, perhaps it is as well to eschew apologies altogether and thus prevent their growing irksome. Capt. He was a stalwart, warm-hearted, eagle-eyed veteran, who had been a sailor nearly fifty years a sailor from early boyhood.
Not only Aristotle but his doctors, the irrefragable, the angelic or eagle-eyed, the subtile, the illuminated, and many more had their peaceful folios vainly disturbed by my researches, and my determination to understand what, alas, in its essence was unintelligible.
But, diamond earrings, and a diamond bracelet, added we know their value to be just twelve hundred dollars; the public is specially inquisitive suggest some weakness or perversion of feeling, and we become eagle-eyed. But for the blaze of light with which Miss Harvey has surrounded herself, I, for one, should not have been led to observe her closely.
I had never seen anything so grand or stately before; and that was my first interview with John Childs, a dark, restless, eagle-eyed man, whom I was to know better and love more for many a long day. I took to Radical writing, and nothing could have pleased John Childs better. I owed much to his friendship in after-life.
As the file of eagle-eyed youngsters passes down the long tables, there are swift movements of grimy hands, and shirt-waists bulge, ragged coats sag at the pockets. Hardly is the file seated when the plaint rises: "I ain't got no pie! It got swiped on me." Seven despoiled ones hold up their hands. The superintendent laughs it is Christmas eve. He taps one tentatively on the bulging shirt.
Then there was a turning of a knob, a rustling of skirts, and a voice came sharp: "Where are you going?" Sally turned. The forelady stood below her large, eagle-eyed woman, with square and wrinkled face, quite a mustache on her upper lip. Sally spoke easily. "Up-stairs." "For what?" "To see one of the girls. Her mother's sick." The forelady eyed Sally suspiciously.
There is the same old Saxon profile, the same storm-defying, weather-beaten, almost eagle-eyed features, and the same slightly rasping, but intensely interesting in its earnestness, voice. "There is plenty of strength still in that patriarchal figure, and with the exception of a slight stoop The General is as vigorous as he was fifteen years ago.
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