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"H'm," said he after a bit, and I declare that not so much as an eyelash of the man shook, "I thought as much. I guessed that when you came into the room. And what next?" "Time enough then to think of 'what next," I answered; for though I was set upon blowing his brains out, I longed for him to blaze out into a passion and warm up my blood for the job.
But if she had no beauty but that eyelash I'd be speared upon it!" Philadelphus turned toward the old servant plunged in the exhausted sleep of weary age. "Thou grizzled nightmare!" he exclaimed vindictively. He glanced again at the girl. Julian had knelt beside her. Between the two men passed a look that was mutually understood. "Remember," Julian whispered, "you are a married man."
I didn't mind, for one, and I guess the boss didn't; for the last office we passes through was where the gray-haired gent camped watchful behind the brass gratin'. "Well, wouldn't that crimp you?" I remarks, givin' him the passin' grin. "Our old friend Ananias, ain't it?" And he never bats an eyelash. But Gedney wa'n't in that class.
And what must have been the man's thought as he came upon Ruth wearing a gown of her mother's? a fair picture of the mother in the primrose days? Not a flicker of an eyelash; steel and granite outwardly. The conceit of Howard Spurlock in imagining he knew what mental suffering was! But Enschede was right: Ruth must never know.
Not by the flicker of an eyelash did Jacques Haret show any shame at the mention of the unfortunate girl's name, or of poor old Peter's. Count Saxe, however, standing a little way off, and gesticulating in his coverlet, cried loudly: "Jacques Haret, you are the blackest villain, cheat, scoundrel, rogue and rapscallion yet unhung. The jail yawns for you, the gallows yearns for you.
"Good night," Hillard responded cheerfully. "Say, what's I-taly-an fer good night?" still reluctant to go on. "Buona notte." "Bony notty; huh, sounds like Chinese fer rheumatism. Been to Italy?" "I was born there," patiently. "No! Why, you're no Dago!" "Not so much as an eyelash. The stork happened to drop the basket there, that's all." "Ha! I see.
On the last night when they beat Leander, looking fresh as paint, leading by a length and taking the championship out of England, you would never have guessed by the flicker of an eyelash that it wasn't the most happy conclusion of a good week's sport for every oarsman present. It's the same spirit essentially that England is showing to-day. She cheers the winner.
Not an eyelash, he well knew, would tremble under the blow of the axe, and he would die content; for that which she had granted him was his, and no God could take it from him! By Georg Ebers Once or twice Pentaur and his companions had had to defend themselves against hostile mountaineers, who rushed suddenly upon them out of the woods.
"Well, I never! Not so much as blinked an eyelash! Thoroughbred!" He said after a minute or so, "Where's the boss?" "In Gool-Gool. He won't be home till late." "Is Mrs Bossier in?" "No, she's not, but Mrs Bell is somewhere around in front." "Thanks." I watched him as he walked away with an easy swinging stride, which spoke of many long, long days in the saddle.
The only persons Elizabeth recognized were her mistresses Miss Leaf, who kept her veil down and never stirred; and Miss Hilary, who stood close behind the bride, listening with downcast eyes to the beautiful marriage service. It must have touched her more than on her sister's account, for a tear, gathered under each eyelash, silently rolled down the soft cheek and fell."
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