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It seemed to occur to him instantly, however, that he was committing an inhospitable breach, for he produced his Durham and brown papers with a start and extended them towards the doctor. "Smoke?" he asked. "I use tobacco in no form," said the doctor. The cowboy stared with such fixity that the match burned down to his fingertips and singed them before he had lighted his cigarette.
Beatrice felt her heart beating to her fingertips. "I thought you were not coming," he said. "I expected to meet you here and I was horribly disappointed. I thought the bitterness of that foolish old quarrel must be strong enough to sway you yet." "Didn't Bella tell you I had a headache?" faltered Beatrice. "Bella? Oh, your brother's wife! I wasn't talking to her.
Miss Oliver found pleasure in looking at him for his good looks he was so exactly like what she would have liked her own son to be. Glossy black hair, brilliant dark grey eyes, faultless features. And a poet to his fingertips! That sonnet sequence was really a remarkable thing for a lad of twenty to write. Miss Oliver was no partial critic and she knew that Walter Blythe had a wonderful gift.
His very obstinacy and will power were matters in which Peter rejoiced they were qualities no Aston had implanted. He was proud of his son and his pride clamoured to possess in entirety what was his by right of man. What could prevent him? He sat biting his fingertips and frowning into the gathering twilight without at that persistent vision of Aymer Aston's face.
"The champion Roly-Poly of the Pacific," some one called. "The Saluria's Little Sunbeam," suggested another. Andy smiled blandly, and kissed his fingertips. The signal sounded, and he bounded off, bouncing from one obstacle to another like a rubber ball. It was only in the twenty-yard dash from the net fence to the canvas tunnel that he lost ground.
And I know no reason why twentieth-century men, full to the fingertips of modern scientific thought, may not say as heartily as the old Psalmist said, 'The earth, O Lord! is full of Thy mercy. But then there is another side to all this. Amidst all this sunny play of gladness, and apocalypse of blessing, there stands one exception.
He took his hand from my arm, laid it on one of the tables spread with the presents. There was a faint ringing of silver and china to show the hand was not steady. He is a self-contained, sturdily-built, matter-of-fact young man in the early twenties; quite unlike his sister, whose appearance is elegantly fragile, who is filled with nerves, and sensitive to the fingertips.
Nay, my gracious lord, if he doth once plant foot in the woodland, he is lost to the law forever." At these words the King tapped his fingertips upon the table beside him with vexation. "What wouldst thou have me do, Bishop?" quoth he. "Didst thou not hear me pledge my word to the Queen? Thy talk is as barren as the wind from the bellows upon dead coals."
'I think we mustn't tell her, dear. I couldn't help it; I felt much I wanted to see you. I have been rather miserable. 'Why? she said, stroking his hand from wrist to fingertips with one soft finger. 'You mustn't be miserable. You and me have never done such a thing before; have we? Was it that wretched old Flu?
Yes, ma'am; I got it. I'll show what it says about the black ox " "No; you needn't," Miss Philly said; "you pick some more seeds for me, and I'll just look at it." She touched the stained old book with shrinking fingertips; the moldering leather cover and the odor of soiled and thumb-marked leaves offended her.
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