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Updated: April 30, 2025
"Of all people, fairies must not tell secrets. Besides, she's a princess." "Well, I'll tell you a secret. I'm a prince." "I know that." "How do you know it?" "By the curl of the third eyelash on your left eyelid." "Which corner do you count from?" "That's a secret." "Another secret? Well, at least, if I am a prince, there can be no harm in telling me about a princess."
I felt that I never had understood what manner of man Morhange was, never. He stood erect before Antinea without seeming to notice her gesture inviting him to be seated. She smiled at him. "You are surprised, perhaps," she said finally, "that I should send for you at so late an hour." Morhange did not move an eyelash. "Have you considered it well?" she demanded.
Mam'selle Eva was the sort of woman who has a direct effect on the opposite sex. Charm hardly expresses it; magnetism, rather, though that is a poor word. A man simply wanted to be near her. She intrigued you, she drew you on, she assailed your consciousness in indefinable ways all without the sweep of an eyelash or the pout of a lip.
"Tell him to take the old man home," he said briefly, "he seems to be overtaken." "Very good, sir," said the waiter, without a flicker of an eyelash. Then the organizer went to a telephone booth and called George Steadman, of Millford, requesting him to come at once to the city on important business.
She was a perfect dragon of watchfulness. The most unguarded lifting of an eyelash in the fluttering battalion was sufficient to put her on the lookout. She had had experiences with the male sex, this Miss Dorothy so prim and grim. It was whispered that her heart was a tattered album scrawled over with love-lines, but that she had shut up the volume long ago.
Angelique had noted every change of muscle, every curve of lip and eyelash as he spake, and she felt more puzzled than before. She replied, however, with the assurance she could so well assume, "Thanks, Bigot; I did not speak from jealousy. I only asked for justice and the fulfilment of your promise to send her away." "But I did not send her away.
He was quite as amazed as they were, although he did not show it except by the flick of an eyelash, because no well-bred Japanese ever shows surprise. "How do you do, Mr. Ito?" cried Miss Campbell. "Is it possible that this is your house we have broken into so rudely?" It was indeed Mr. Ito's home, and, the three ladies were his mother, his aunt and his sister.
Jan heard the coming together of Jackpine and the Chippewayan. He heard them straggling, but not the flicker of an eyelash did his gaze leave O'Grady's face. Both men understood. This time had to come. Both had expected it, even from that day of the fight in the woods when fortune had favored Jan. The burned canoe had only hastened the hour a little.
After that he has holt again for another ten seconds, and will pull trigger if you bat an eyelash. But if you take it when his eyes flicker, and are quick, you'll get him!" "What about the other way around?" asked Bob. "I never pulled a gun unless I meant to shoot," said Ware grimly. The practical philosophy of this Bob was now utilizing.
You're a fightin' tarantula, and nobody knows it better'n Adelbert P. Gibney. I've seen you in action, Scraggsy. Remember that. It's all right for you to say you're a man of peace and advise me and McGuffey to keep out of the track of trouble, but we know that away down low you're goin' around lookin' for blood, and that once you're up agin the enemy, you never bat an eyelash. Eh, McGuffey?"
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