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Updated: June 15, 2025
The line of his delicate and yet arbitrary features was fierce. His face was pitted with small-pox and marked by an old wound, evidently made by a knife, which stretched from his left cheek to his forehead, ending just over the left eyebrow. The expression of his eyes was almost disgustingly intelligent.
She turned his brain wishing that everything should be in scarlet, making him turn everything topsy-turvy at the least movement of her eyebrow, and when she was sad the seneschal distracted, would say to everything from his judicial seat, "Hang him!"
Mamie, after exchanging a word with Eugene upon the steps, was already hurrying into the house. Ariel paused at the gate, as if waiting for Joe to open it. He cocked his head, his higher eyebrow rose, and the distorted smile appeared. "I don't believe we'd better stop here," he said. "The last time I tried it I was expunged from the face of the universe." "Don't you know?" she cried.
"From Australia," said her husband, thickly. Mr. Price smiled, and his niece, noticing that he removed his pipe and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, crossed over and kissed his eyebrow. Mr. Potter was then introduced and received a gracious reception, Mr. Price commenting on the extraordinary likeness he bore to a young friend of his who had just come in for forty thousand a year.
The two ladies conversed desultorily of draped effects, charmeuse, and why Mattie Allen imagined that she could wear pink. Mrs. Heth ran on through the "Post." Carlisle put up "Pickwick," by Dickens, sticking in a box of safety matches to keep the place. Then she examined herself in the mirror over the mantel, and became intensely interested in a tiny redness over her left eyebrow.
"I suppose I ought to my mechanic was to wait outside for me " Cliff Lowell lifted an eyebrow and smiled a little smile. "You must have a very well-trained mechanic if he really would wait outside at this time in the evening."
Barnabas explained, a little clumsily perhaps, for she fell silent at this, and stooped her head the better to dab tenderly at the cut above her eyebrow; also the color deepened in her cheeks. "Madam," said Barnabas, "that is the wrong eyebrow." "Then why don't you tell me where I'm hurt?" she sighed.
These things were known: I was not an Indian. I had been adopted into the family of Chief Williams. Money was sent through an agent in New York for my support and education. There were scars on my wrists, ankles, arm and eyebrow. These scars identified me in Madame de Ferrier's mind and Madame Tank's mind as a person from the other side of the world. I had formerly been deadened in mind.
That bland, blundering fool, that glasshouse, that damned supercilious ass: all this and more he cried upon James. He scorned him for his jealousy; he cursed him for it; he vowed that he would carry her off before his very eyes. "Let her give the word, lift an eyebrow, and I take her across the world." And the lad too, bless him. What did the quill-driver want of them but credit?
"Papa Barlasch," he added for her edification, and he drew down his left eyebrow with a jerk, so that it almost touched his cheek. His right eye, grey and piercing, returned her astonished gaze with a fierce steadfastness. "Does this mean that you are quartered upon us?" asked Desiree without seeking to hide her disgust. She spoke in her own tongue. "French?" said the soldier, looking at her.
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