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This smile, this enigmatic revelation of a movement in the soul, this seductive ripple on the surface of the human personality, was to Lionardo a symbol of the secret of the world, an image of the universal mystery. It haunted him all through his life, and innumerable were the attempts he made to render by external form the magic of this fugitive and evanescent charm.
Although the Peking administration was still nominally the Central Government of China, it was amply clear to observers on the spot that by a process of successive collapses all that was left of government was simply that pertaining to a city-state of the antique Greek type a mal-administration dominated by the enigmatic personality of Liang Shih-yi.
And as for himself, the great poet, with his bodily graces and airs of court, had always possessed the gift of pleasing those who encountered him. The snow was falling now in big, slow flakes, a great fire blazing under the chimney with its cipher and enigmatic motto, as they sat down to the leek-soup, the hard eggs, and the salad grown and gathered by their host's own hands.
Haggard carried her complaint to her husband, the vicar. "There was once a man called Wordsworth, I believe," was all the answer of that enigmatic creature. "You're much of a pair, you and Mrs. Woodburn," snapped his wife as she left the room. "My dear, you flatter me," replied the quiet vicar. On the face of it, indeed, Mrs. Haggard had some ground for her anxiety about the girl.
"Think what?" she asked absently. "Tired?" he asked anxiously. "Is the work going to be too heavy?" She shook her head impatiently. "No, the work's all right. But but I wish you hadn't made me come back, Dan." "Stick it out for a week," he urged, "and then if you want to stop, I won't say a word." She looked up at him quizzically and gave a short enigmatic laugh.
I have been the cause of it. I should like to to heal it. Do you still love me as you did?" I did not answer immediately; I could not. Her voice, schooled as it was, seemed somehow at issue with the words she uttered. There was a desperate, hard note in it that accorded with that enigmatic smile of the mouth. It roused a cold suspicion within me that I was close to a masked battery.
But the Cap'n grasped his arm with detaining grip. "This thing is openin' up. It ain't all clear, but it's openin'. I had instink that I could use him. But I couldn't figger it. It ain't all straightened out in my mind yet. But when you said 'gold brick' it seemed to be clearer." Hiram blinked inquiringly at his enigmatic friend. "It was what I was thinkin' of gold brick," the Cap'n went on.
One was Richard Burton, that mighty, enigmatic man, more admirable for what he was than for what he did; and the other was Livingstone, the greatest of African explorers. There was something very touching in the character of that gentle Scot.
She wished, however, that he was less of an enigmatic, though kindly, sphinx. Over their modest supper of sandwiches and Cotes du Rhone wine, in an inside corner of the Cafe des Negociants it was all the cafe could offer, and besides she swore to a plentiful dinner they discussed their respective forlorn positions. Adroitly she tacked away from her own concerns towards his particular dilemma.
There is flower of author! What is it for mankind at large? An attack on the Irish character! A pretty piece of writing! An amusing farce! Enigmatic cynicism leading nowhere! A puzzling fellow wrote it! Mankind at large has little patience with puzzling fellows. Few, in fact, want flower of author. Moreover, it is a quality that may well be looked for where it does not exist.
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